暴力団

by , under Fiction Prompts, What Pegman Saw

The itching was almost unbearable. The starched Arrow shirt chafed against the  new irizumi tattoos that covered Takahashi from waist to collarbone, the final stage of a five year initiation into the Sumiyoshi-Kai family of Yakuza. The thought of his four thousand years of Samurai lineage did little to relieve his discomfort, and he longed for his uncle Kenji-san to arrive so he could order a drink.

As though summoned by the thought, Kenji-san parted the noren in the doorway. The hostess chirped a greeting, showed him to the back booth where his nephew sat waiting.

Kenji took a seat, his face wooden. “I notice you did not get up when I came in, nor did you bow.”

“My uncle will remember that we are now equals in the  brotherhood. Honorifics are reserved for the oyabun.”

Kenji-san laughed and slapped the table. “You see? I knew you’d be a natural.”

 

What Pegman Saw

  1. James

    As more people contribute, it’ll be interesting to see how people will interpret a street view of the central ward of Tokyo. So far, I’ve read a melancholy tale of estranged family, and a crime drama. Mine, of course, is time travel.

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  2. Alicia Jamtaas

    I like where you took this. From serious, almost resentful history to humor between uncle and nephew.

    P.S. Once again the “get the inlinkz code” button doesn’t show up. Thanks.

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  3. Iain Kelly

    A great sense of place and atmosphere. And a nice touch of humour at the end. Reads like the start of a longer Yakuza story waiting to be written.

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