episode_0134

A few days had passed since the day I had impregnated Miyuki. During that time, there was no particular news. It was still too early to confirm Miyuki’s pregnancy, and there had been no contact from the old man or Lunako. ‘Well, it’s only been about half of a week so far.’ So Takuya spent his time idly in the hospital, receiving devoted care from a pretty nurse and Ayaka’s mother. Perhaps, if Takuya had stayed still, this life would have continued for some time. But sadly, Takuya still had unfinished business. ‘Shall I slowly take care of that kidnapper and his family?’ It was the punishment for the person who kidnapped Momiji and the family who condoned the kidnapping. First, the guy who kidnapped Momiji was imprisoned, and as for the family… I should go pick them up now. They had their own kind of fun waiting. Of course, unfortunately, there was something I had to do before meeting them. ‘It would be good to punish them right away, but…’ Unfortunately, I didn’t yet have the power to simply dispose of people. No, I did, but sending them off like that would be too boring, wouldn’t it? Naturally, I planned to show them hell. Thinking that, I inexplicably put on a black suit and coat that Ayaka’s mother had, and left the hospital. Of course, there were many nurses on the way out, so I had no choice but to use hypnosis, but everyone would understand. Anyway, having gotten outside, I hailed a taxi and headed to the place I had previously asked Miyuki to find, just in case. The place I arrived at was a shabby building.

“Is this the place?” The reason I came to this shabby building wasn’t for anything else. “Huh? You little brat, who are you?” It was to meet the Yakuza. You might ask why Yakuza out of nowhere, but considering what I was about to do, their cooperation was indispensable. Takuya thought so inwardly and asked the Yakuza (who seemed to be a new recruit; he still had a thuggish air about him) staring at him. “Is the branch boss in this building?” “Who are you to suddenly spout such nonsense?!” But at Takuya’s gentle question, the rookie Yakuza seemed to sense something strange and tried to kick me. He certainly looked like a thug who knew how to fight a little, but… *Thwack!* He was nothing but a mere puppy in the face of hypnosis. “Ugh! M-my body?!” I put a spell of hypnosis on the rookie Yakuza, preventing him from moving his body, and the effect appeared immediately. The rookie Yakuza’s body suddenly stiffened in mid-air, perhaps because of something constricting him and his attempt to kick me. The rookie Yakuza was surprised by his suddenly immobile body and urgently tried to exert force. “Ugh!” *Thud!* Seeing him fall clumsily to the ground, it seemed it didn’t go well for him. As I looked at the Yakuza who had fallen to the ground, I was about to use hypnosis again to ask him where the branch boss was. “Hey! What’s going on?!” That is, until others rushed over after hearing the rookie Yakuza fall. Takuya smirked as he watched the Yakuza coming down. It seemed he had found more people to ask.

*** The Yamaguchi-gumi office, located in a quiet neighborhood in Miyagi Prefecture. Kōhei Yamamoto, the boss there and branch manager of Miyagi Prefecture, leaned back on the sofa, puffed on a cigarette, and thought. ‘How did I end up in this shithole?’ He was once a fairly high-ranking executive in the organization. The reason such a person was now in a place where the organization’s power was weak and interest was low was quite simple. It was because all the people who were supposed to be his backing either died or were severed from the organization, causing him to be pushed out in the power struggle and demoted. ‘Damn it, if only the Gotō-gumi incident hadn’t happened…’ More precisely, it was because of the Gotō-gumi incident. This incident was too long and annoying to explain, so it was easier to think of it as an incident where a subsidiary organization of the Yamaguchi-gumi rebelled and got screwed over. To understand it even more easily, it was simpler to remember it as Yamamoto himself getting screwed. Anyway, because of this incident, Yamamoto, who had once been quite successful, was pushed out of the power struggle and was now killing time in a small, powerless office in the Tōhoku region. Yamamoto thought so, cursing, ‘This sucks, this sucks,’ and felt time passing quickly. ‘Time to go home today~’ Since he had been far removed from power, Yamamoto had lost his motivation for organizational work, so he only longed for quitting time. As he was idly passing the time today, he heard someone coming up the stairs. It was probably the subordinate who had been demoted along with him. ‘I’m bored, should I call the others and ruin some mahjong?’ While Yamamoto was thinking that, the door burst open, and his subordinate shouted. “A-Aniki!” “Hey, you bastard, you’re going to break the door. Why are you opening it so forcefully and cursing—” “Our men have been wiped out!” “What?!” Yamamoto, startled by the sudden news, couldn’t even stand up and asked with a bewildered face. “What the hell do you mean our men have been wiped out…?” Just as he was about to say that— *Bang!* Something flew towards the subordinate who was reporting to him and struck him. And that something was… “Hiro! Taguchi! What are you doing all of a sudden?! Are you crazy?!” It was the Yamaguchi-gumi members he worked with. Yamamoto briefly thought his subordinates had betrayed him, but that thought didn’t last long. *Thump. Thump.* Because he heard the sound of more footsteps coming up the stairs. At that sound, Yamamoto snapped out of it and quickly tried to leave a message in his pocket. [Stop!] With a sudden voice, the finger he was using to send the message wouldn’t move. ‘M-my body won’t move…’ No, not just his finger, but his whole body felt stiff and wouldn’t move. Even when he tried to exert force, his body wouldn’t obey him, as if it wasn’t his own. As he stood still, someone slowly began to enter the office. And at the sight of the person who entered the office, Yamamoto frowned sharply and was surprised. ‘A child?’ The person who entered the office was a child who anyone would clearly identify as such. To be precise, it was a boy who looked like a playboy who would probably make many women cry when he grew up. ‘He’s a boy, right?’ No, that wasn’t important. The brat entered and began to sit opposite him, and from behind, his own syndicate members slowly began to enter. Yamamoto naturally thought they were going to surround the brat. ‘An escort?’ After entering, their actions began to show a formation as if protecting the brat, like an escort. No, not just like that, but clearly an escort in anyone’s eyes. ‘No way, I was betrayed by all my syndicate members?’ At that sight, Yamamoto seriously wondered if his subordinates had truly betrayed him, and for a moment, he wondered if he had been so untrustworthy, as he watched them. The boy, who had been sitting opposite him and waiting, crossed his legs and said to Yamamoto. “First, I’d like to talk, so I will help you sit down.” The boy said so, snapped his fingers, and added. [Sit opposite me.] At those words, Yamamoto’s body, which had been unable to move just moments before, began to move on its own, and as the boy had commanded, he found himself sitting in front of him. And quite politely, at that. Yamamoto seriously wondered if someone was playing a trick on him in this insane situation. “Alright, then, Mr. Yamamoto, there are only a few things I wish for.” Before he could continue that thought, the boy in front of him spoke. “First, I would like you to launder a certain man’s identity into an American one, and then have him put in prison.” Suddenly, create an American identity, and then even put him in prison? But despite such doubts, Yamamoto couldn’t say anything. His mouth was sealed. “Next, I would like you to sell a certain man’s organs.” Organs out of nowhere? “Please tell me if you don’t handle them.” No, I do handle them, but… “Lastly, I would like you to procure some drugs and a few guns.” After saying that, the boy leaned back on the sofa again. *Thwack.* He snapped his fingers. At that, Yamamoto felt the force that had been sealing his mouth disappear and tried to say something to the boy. But. ‘Ugh! What kind of bloodlust…’ Yamamoto, who had the experience of living in a criminal organization, couldn’t bring himself to say anything in the face of the intense killing intent emanating from the boy. Instead, he said: “Making an American identity and sending him to that country to be jailed isn’t too difficult, but it costs quite a bit. As for selling organs, there’s someone good at it, so I’ll ask him. And for guns and drugs, I know some smugglers, so I’ll ask them.” He decided to grant the monster-like boy’s wishes. No matter how he thought about it, his syndicate members’ behavior seemed to be because of that monster. He acted thinking that if he granted the wishes, he might be freed from this restraint. Even if not, he had to at least overcome this crisis, didn’t he? Yamamoto thought so and answered the monster’s words, and the monster, pleased with the answer, replied with a satisfied look. “The cost for the American identity and imprisonment, and for the guns and drugs, will be covered by the organ sales.” After saying that, the boy pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, wrote a number on it, and said. “Contact me here when it’s ready. The person whose organs are to be sold will arrive here sometime today, so handle it well.” At those words, Yamamoto nodded. The boy, smiling as if satisfied with the answer, then stood up and said. “It was a good deal. Oh, and by the way, I’d prefer if you didn’t tell anyone about today’s events.” The boy said so and snapped his fingers again. [If you reveal the secret, your heart will stop.] Along with those words, Yamamoto felt his heart being sealed again, and at the same time, the boy’s voice was heard. “Well, this should be enough.” The boy mumbled that and walked out of the office. “Then, contact me again.” Leaving those words behind. And at the same time, the syndicate members inside collapsed collectively. Yamamoto, left alone at the unbelievable sight, mumbled. “I need to quit drinking.” It seemed he was possessed by a demon.