The Immortal Yakuza

Keitaro groaned as he rolled out of his bed and winced as the sound of clinking bottles reached his ears. Wrinkling his nose as the thick smell of weed smoke invaded his nose, he sat up The memories of the previous night filtered through his mind making him chuckle slowly.

"Best... party... ever" he said slowly.

"Mmm"

He froze and glanced behind him only to cruse as he noticed that not only was he still in bed with a girl from the previous night's party, but said girl had a Yakuza tattoo on her back.

Jumping from the bed, Keitaro cursed as he grabbed his glasses and jeans before putting them on. Normally waking up to a girl from a one nighter didn't bother him, but fucking a Yakuza babe hardly ever ended well. Once was bad enough.

He had woke up to find himself held down by a slightly insane chick proclaiming her love for him and saying that they'd live happily ever after once he joined her yakuza family. It didn't help when her father learned of him and revealed the fact that she was in fact a Yakuza princess, nor when they found out who he was in the underworld.

You see, Keitaro had a reputation in the criminal underworld as the 'Immortal dragon', the man who would take a knife to a gun fight and win. Many people claimed to see him take bullets to the chest and face only to rise from the ground like a zombie and continue to fight. A lot of crews, gangs, and families wanted him to join them to help with their daily struggle for dominance over Japan, and with his immortality, it wouldn't have been that hard.

At least he was using a fake name at the time, if they had found his real name, he would have been fucked... on a daily bases by a loony girl.

Finding his shirt and pulling that on, Keitaro rushed out of the room as quite as possible and left the apartment building.

He yawned as he walked down the sidewalk towards his own shitty little apartment. It wasn't that he was poor, he regularly made shit loads of cash selling drugs, hacking into various things, or falsifying documents using his artistic skill.

Traffickers and other shadier people often came to him to forge documents to help get drugs shipped in and out of Japan. In doing so he had made a few friends with drug lord who gave him pounds of the good stuff for free.

Walking passed a playground he frowned as he saw a child play with his family, that was how a mother and father should act, always being together, not disowning him for getting arrested for something he didn't even do.

Back when he was 17, he had the lousy luck of being at the wrong place at the wrong time when a yakuza fight occurred. In the end, he had been stabbed in the shoulder and someone else had gotten killed by a bullet to the head. When the cops showed up, he was pulling the blade out of his shoulder with a pistol by his feet. After a trip to the hospital, he was questioned about what had happened and in the end was branded as a Yakuza.

The next day he had gotten a letter from his parents saying that they had disowned him as well as a call from granny Hina saying how disappointed she was in him.

After another day the police had arrested the real shooter and matched his fingerprints to not only the knife but the shell casings as well. Keitaro was released imminently after word with nowhere to turn.

Breaking from his dark thoughts, Keitaro reached his apartment building and walked up the stairs, getting nods from the various young thugs wearing black hoods. He had gotten most of them out of trouble more than once when they were an upstart gang, much to their surprise since their leader had tried to get protection money out of him before, only to be beaten and thrown down the stairs.

They called themselves the 'Back-Alley Hoods', Keitaro found amusing that they tried to come off as hardcore Yakuza only to fail at almost every stop. So he decided to give them a little help and started giving them jobs to do, in doing so he supplied them with dope to sell on the streets and a way to get their name up. In return they saw him as an unofficial leader and, even though he didn't tell them to, protected his place.

Keitaro reached his room and unlocked the door, he was about to walk in when a voice called out to him.

"Kei!"

He looked down the hall to see the manager standing in a bathrobe just outside her door with a towel wrapped around her hair. "Yea?" he asked.

"You got a letter today, some old woman came by looking for you, she wanted to hang around and wait for you but knowing you, I sent her packing, instead she asked me to give you a letter. I left it on the table for you when I picked up your laundry." she said with a small smile.

Keitaro nodded slowly, "Yea thanks Mrs. J" he said with a yawn.

"Kei... what have I told you, call me Rui, after all you've done more for and to me than my dick less husband ever has" she said with a sexy smirk.

Keitaro smirked and shook his head before walking into his apartment and shutting the door. It wasn't the best, but it was cozy. His apartment had a small bedroom, a kitchen/living room, and a small bathroom, that was it. His bed room was mostly only a bed, dresser, and closet. His bathroom had a tub, a counter with a sink in it, a mirror above it, and a toilet between the sink and bathtub. His living room/kitchen was by far the best, it had a futon with a windscreen tv in front of it, a computer desk with a expensive computer on it with three screens, and another smaller desk beside it with multiple tools, ranging from pens, pencils, scalpels, special glues, and many other objects to forge anything from passports and ID's, to birth certificates and other papers. In the corner he had a fridge, a small stove, a table, counters, and other little kitchen things.

Walking through, he pressed the button on the TV remote and plopped down at his computer before booting it up. Seeing that it was loading up he sighed and stood back up before moving to his next desk. Atop it sat a small stack of papers and a passport, he had just finished the night before and had get one of his hoods to deliver it today.

Opening the drawer he pulled out a brown envelope and slid the forged documents inside before sealing it up and leaving it again.

'I need something to eat' he thought walking into his kitchen and finding a pot to boil some water in to make some instant ramen. Watching as the little bubbles started to form his mind began to wonder.

After being released from the holding cells he had lived on the streets for a few days before leaving Hinata for the greener pastures of Yokohama, a place just south of Tokyo. At 17, he was a homeless, nameless ronin. He survived just barley out of what he found in the trash until one day a crew of thugs thought it'd be funny to mess with the homeless kid. The pushed him around and took what little money he had, calling him worthless and telling him to die in a gutter. That was the day Keitaro became 'The Immortal Dragon'...

FLASHBACK

Keitaro coughed as he rubbed his bruised gut in pain.

"You worthless brat, why don't you just drop dead, no one would miss you" the older man said with a laugh, holding a small wad of money in his hand.

Keitaro felt a deep seeded anger wail up within him, not only at the thugs attacking him, but at the whole world, the ones watching with pity from the streets, his parents, his foster sister, his aunt, grandmother, everyone who abandoned him.

"The only thing you'll ever amount to is picking scraps out of the garbage"

Keitaro shoulders started shaking.

"Oh, baby gonna cry-"

"SHUT UP" Keitaro roared, looking up at the three thugs with pure hatred in his eyes.

The three stepped back, each swearing that the brats eyes flashed red. The leader who was taunting him the whole time shook out of it and growled, "Brat do you know who I am?"

Keitaro slowly stood up, his fingers twitching, making claw-like gestures every now and then, "No. Nor do I care" he said stepping forward to the three with his teeth blared.

"I-I'm..." He struggled to say finding it hard to breath as the strange homeless kid came closer and closer. Finally he couldn't take it and fumbled with himself trying to pull his pistol from under his belt. "Stop" he ordered before pulling the trigger.

With a deafening bang Keitaro felt a burning pain hit his chest and fell back on the cold pavement.

"Fuck man you killed him, the cops are gonna be... all... over... us" he said before stopping, "How..." He froze pointing to Keitaro.

Everyone watched in amazement as Keitaro rolled off his back and pushed himself up, "I'll... I'll... I'LL KILL YOU" he roared turning on the three and rushing the shooter. Keitaro stole the gun away from the shocked man and emptied the rest of the bullets into the three men, killing them all and scaring the bystanders away.

FLASHBACK END

Out of the ordeal he had gotten three knives, the money from their wallets, that 9mm pistol, a set of keys, two gold wedding bands, three other rings, and a necklace from their bodies. As it turned out, the crew was actually a part of a larger Yakuza family who owned much of the city he was in and had found him the vary next day, kidnapped him, and took him to their Oyabun an elderly man who surprisingly apologized for the harm that those three had caused and offered him a place in his family for the way he had handled himself and killed the three.

Keitaro had refused, which was understandable seeing as he was just attacked by yakuza so the Oyabun simply place him under his protection for as long as he stayed in Yokohama and compensated him with a nice sum of money and a place to stay.

Keitaro smiled, that adventure had showed him that despite the stereotypes, not all yakuza were bad and ultimately set him down his own path of crime. Pulling one of the plastic cups of instant ramen from the cabinet, he poured the hot water into the container and closed it up, careful not to burn himself.

'What the hell' he wondered seeing the envlope on his table only to remember Rui telling him about the old woman.

The front had his name perfectly written with no return address. 'Strange' he thought, opening the letter.

Dear Keitaro,

I don't know how to tell you just how sorry I am that I didn't listen to you three years ago, I've been tring to find you and so has your mother and father. After we heard of you innocence, we went to the police station to find you but they said you had left hours earlyer.

Keitaro skimmed the rest of the letter with narrowed eyes, "So... after three years you barge back into my life, Hina Urashuma, and want me to return" He muttered before gaining an evil smirk, "I guess I could stop by, I've always wondered just how much I could fuck up your town."

The train ride to town was uneventful, he simply dropped his package off to one ot the hoods and made his way to the train station carrying a single duffle bag with some clothing, his laptop, and a pound of grass to for the weekends. He dressed in a pair of clean blue jeans, a black shirt, and a leather jacket with matching black boots. From the way the letter was worded, they expected him to be a poor, undernourished, hobo who runs into their embrace with tears of joy streaming down his face. Well they had another thing coming, he was going to show them that he had a great life and that he never needed them in the first place.

Slipping his hand inside his jacket, his finger traced the handle of the 9mm beretta he brought with him. He knew that he wouldn't really need it, but you never knew.

Adjusting his glasses, Keitaro noticed that people were glancing at him from the corner of their eyes and didn't blame them, he was dressed like some thug with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips and carried a bulky duffle bag.

The breaks squealed as the train slowed until it jerked to a stop, causing more than one person to stumble, much to Keitaro's enjoyment. Standing up and pulling the strap over his shoulder, he exited the train, searching deep within his pockets to find a lighter.

"Oi, got a light" he questioned as a middle-aged business man passed.

The man turned and started to sweat, he wasn't the bravest person in the world and had been picked on by hoodlums before, so when this one questioned him out of everyone else in the station... well it seemed like he was being targeted by thugs. "Why must you always come after me?" he cried holding his briefcase to his chest, "What did I do to you?"

Keitaro blinked, "Dude... all I asked was if you had a lighter" he said taking his unlit smoke and holding it up.

The man slowly nodded and handed him a lighter. Keitaro lit it and handed the lighter back and nodded in thanks before turning and walking away, leaving the business man standing there with a shocked expression on his face.

Keitaro finished his smoke and flicked the butt to the side once he reached the long stairs leading up to Hina's inn. Next to the steps was Haruka's tea house, he never had anything against her but seeing as she always followed Hina's example, he decided that she deserved the cold shoulder as well.

Ignoring the slightly busy tea house, Keitaro climbed the steps, cursing the old hag at every other step for having so many stairs. Near the top he swore a black thunder cloud hovered over his head thanks to all the dark thoughts running through his mind.

The door was unlocked so he easily slid the front door open and frowned, "Nothing has changed" he muttered unzipping his coat the rest of the way, allowing his pistol to be seen inside the holster under his arm.

"Oi Urashima!" he called only to get silence as his answer. 'Bitch goes and tells me that she had something important to talk with me about and isn't even here' He thinks walking up the stairs to where he remembered her room to be.

"What the fuck" he wondered aloud, finding that she wasn't there.

He stood there and growled in annoyance before stalking out the room and down the stairs before spotting the door leading to the hot springs. "Oh yea I forgot they had one here, well she wont care if I use it," he said with a grin before pulling his coat off and leaving it on a hanger by the door.

Ignoring the changing room, he undressed, piling his clothing near the edge with his pistol on top, hidden by a sleeve and dropped his bag beside a bush. He still had his boxers on and caught sight of a mirror on the wall, he studied the man staring back at him. His muscles weren't big, nor were the small, perfect for running and speedy attacks. His hair was messy but kept out of his face giving him a wild look that most associated with Yakuza punks. Finally was his tattoo, over the years his title of the 'Immortal Dragon' had really grown on him so he decided to have a dragon tattooed on his back.

The old man who had given him his tattoo said that a tattoo gave the wearer mystical powers of whatever the creature was but most believed that it was just some superstitious samurai mumbo jumbo. Before he started he claimed that a true master of his art could see into the wearers future and see what it's powers would be used for. At first Keitaro didn't believe him, but after many hours of work, the master had froze just as finished the coloring in the final part.

The master seemed shocked and after a few moments, collected himself and told him of the dragon he gave the boy. He said that every master had a single masterpeice to give to whomever he belived was worthy and that Keitaro had recived just that. His masterpeice was of the ledgendary golden dragon, the dragon king.

Keitaro stared at the tattoo covering his whole back with a smile, it curled around many times, its tale at the small of his back and the head resting bettween his sholder blades.

Dropping his boxers, Keitaro stepped into the steamy waters and lowered himself until the water touched his chest. Despite everything, he was slightly glade he came here, it was way too quite back home in Yokohama and Kyoto was too hot for him at the moment since the members of the Shinmeryuu sword school wanted to fight him for beating a group of their best students into the ground for being a bunch of stuck-up snots and looking down on him. Normally that didn't bother him but some of the more... traditional elders were trying to force him to marry into the clan to sire 'Immortal swordsmen'. Dont get him wrong, fucking was one of his faveriote pass times, especally since he dosen't go to school and ends up with a lot of free time between forging and hacking jobs. But the idea of being forced into a commitment made him shudder.

So wrapped up in his horrific daydreams, Keitaro never noticed a vary female intruder talking to him until she groped his chest.

"WHAT THE-" He cried jumping up and pushing his attacked into the water.

A second later a brown haired girl jumped from the water, "Hey what was that for" she asked before noticing that her attacker wasn't her friend. "PERVERT!!!"

Keitato's eyes widened, "Mother fuck, you barge in and grope me then call me a pervert-" He stopped and dove under the water as the insane bitch attacked him. "Fuck this" he cried under the water.

Shooting through the water like a torpedo, Keitaro lept from the water and dove for his clothing as a loud 'eek' periced the air when the girl saw his package. Keitaro was able to pull his pants on before having to dodge another attack which shattered a rock behind him. "Oh damn" he said in slight fear.

Running for the door, Keitro paused to take his coat and hauled ass as fast as he could while sliding his arms through the sleeves.

"Hey what's with all the noise" a sandy blonde woman asked turning the corner.

Keitaro gasped and slid like a baseball player through her legs.

"Kitsune stop that pervert, he peeked on me in the baths," that same girl from before yelled, turning the corner fully dressed.

Ignoring the fact the she was lying, Keitaro continued to run, cursing the fact that his pistol was abandoned along with his bag in the hotsprings, "Why doz 'iz alwayz happen to me" he cried, "And why do I hav a french accent?"

Sliding around the corner he nearly ran over a small girl with dark blue hair carrying a large bag of groceries and was able to leap over her and action roll into the livingroom where another little girl with dull blond hair and dark skin stood wearing a milatary genral uniform with a battalion of minuture tanks line up in front of her.

"Oh how adorable" he said with a grin thinking just how childish it was. Picking one up he chuckled as the berral pointed at his face and the girl yelled, "FIRE"

His laughter didn't last long as the tank fired an explosive round at his face, filling the room with thick smoke. As the room cleared, he stood still holding the tank with black soot covering his face. Turning his face, he noticed the the other three grils had followed him and let out a cough, sending a plume of black smoke into the air. "Damn toy companys and their realistic toys," he muttered before dropping the tank.

"FIRE AGAIN" the girl cried making his eyes narrow.

The whole room was full of smoke as the whole battalon fired. Once the smoke cleared the man was missing.

Keitaro coughed from the rafters above them, "What the FUCK!"

Suddenly a new voice echoed around the smoky room, "What's going on here"

"Haruka, this pervert broke into the dorm and molested me" the brown haired girl cried out.

Keitaro's eyes narrowed, not only at the lie, but the name. Leaping down from the rafters, he landed right in front of his one time aunt. "Urashima" he droned.

Haruka's eyes widened at the sight of her nephew, "Keitaro..." she said, amazed at how... well off he looked. "It's been awhile"

"Apperently not long enough"