A/N: This was intended to be a meaningless short to once again show my interest in yakuza and their lives- but it wasn't. It'll come along slowly but, it'll come. I apologize for the short chapter, but I don't have much now, except this. Sorry I made you into a killer, Kakyou!

The Yokada

Chapter One- Scene one

Convenience store-- midday. Everything's murky, and dark. The gray sky looks as if it's been weeping, and only reflected a mood of gloom upon whoever happened to look up into it. Two men walk in. One of them is Onizuma, an assassin turned detective, the other a yakuza's son, Kakyou. These two men cross paths, Kayou walking in, Onizuma walking out. "It's a small world after all" innocently played in the background.

"Nice to see you again, Onizuma," Kakyou innocently said, in his deep, almost directly murderous voice.

Onizuma took out a gun, but in quick but elaborate movements, Kakyou took the gun away from him and aimed it at Onizuma, right between his eyes. They paused, as the music kept going.

"As always, you are one step ahead of me," Onizuma said.

Another pause.

"What now, detective? Should I shoot and kill you in vengeance for my father- or should I run, knowing that almighty technology will trace me in the end?" Kakyou asked, holding a still, calm exterior.

"You know what's wrong and what's right. You'll still do whatever you do."

"Stop with that proverbial bullshit! You always have to know everything, don't you?!"

Yet another pause.

"I've tried to retire my anger, and my rage-- but I will still act if I feel I must. Looking into the eyes of my fathers killer, I feel just that."

Onizuma pulled the gun closer to his chest.

"Then do it. We both have lives outside of our jobs- you'll be killing a father and a husband."

He doesn't.

"Just like every other Yakuza punk- too afraid! You talk all of this shit but you don't do it!"

Pow-- just like that Kakyou shot Onizuma's brains out. The murder weapon fell as the mysterious Yakuza fled.