Cyborg 009 Fan Fiction ❯ Oyabun ❯ Father of Them All ( Chapter 2 )

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Oyabun

Chapter 2: Father of Them All

Author's Note:

YAY! Reviews! I love them… They are an addictive drug, you know! I'm still a nervous wreck, though… Going between six stories! I'm going nuts! Help me, Kami-sama! You know what's weird? This is the 40th Cyborg story written, and Bullet in the Dark is the 30th! How creepy is that? Well, here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

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A feminine scream broke through the night air, followed by pants and gasps.

A young man stepped out of the room, looking somewhat sweaty, but still composed. His swept a hand through his ruffled brown hair.

Zipping his pants, he walked towards a group of men.

A taller man with bright red hair looked at him, smirking.

"The bitch was a screamer, huh?" he asked, eyes flickering towards the closed room.

The younger man glared. "Who gives a fuck? I got the information, and that's all I care about."

"So…?"

"They'll be at the port. Send a dozen or so of men, and we should be okay."

"That opium is as good as ours." The redhead laughed. "You always get the information, 009."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Go get me a beer," he yelled at a nearby man, who instantly started quaking in fear and ran to do his bidding.

"Did you hear? That kid, Whisky or somethin', he finally cracked."

"Why?" Whisky owed the gang more than a little money, so he was interested.

"Gambled again."

009's eyes flashed. "Is he insane? Where the hell is he?"

"Still at the bar, drinking."

"Bring him in here, Jet," 009's manner was completely cold, completely merciless, chilling the bones of his right-hand man.

"Yes, Sir." Jet walked out, eyes roaming the crowds.

009 took a sip of beer, eyes lazily falling like a cat's. He was now the leader of the Mafia, the 'father' of them all, although he was one of the youngest members there.

He had come in two years ago, like a hurricane, asking to be one of them.

He was refused, and that, as the former oyabun now knew, was the worst mistake he ever made…

According to Jet Link, his right hand man who had been watching, his eyes had turned red, like a demon's, and he had fallen in a rage.

The former oyabun had drawn a gun, seeing how aggressive he was acting.

The next part was still a blur…

They all said that in one swift and inhumanely fast movement he had grabbed the gun and shot him.

Pain, greed, lust, and rage ran the Yakuzu.

He seemed to possess every single one of those requirements, so he became the new oyabun.

Not that he minded…

He knew what the others thought.

In just two years, he had transformed the slacking gang into something far more powerful than what it had been, like a lazy house cat, able to catch a few mice, into a tiger, a killer for something far better: bigger prey.

Of course, other gangs had often come after him.

He was used to it.

Using whores as spies, until he weaseled every single one into tell him the truth.

Well… In a sexual way, of course.

The little sluts thought that he wouldn't notice.

As if he didn't have his own spies around the place.

He wasn't stupid, and those in his gang knew it. He was fast with words, but faster with a gun.

Jet was back in an instant, Whisky held up by the collar, which the taller man was holding.

"You wanted him, Boss?" he said cruelly.

Ivan was clearly some-what drunk; he showed almost no struggle although he was dangling by his collar.

"Hey Boss…" he slurred.

009's eyes narrowed as he glared at the young man. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed.

"Having some fun…" he muttered.

009 looked over to Jet. "Put him on the ground."

Jet dropped him none so gently onto the floor. "Do you want us to say?" he asked, waving around towards the rest of the men, all in deep awe of 009.

"No. Get out of here." 009's hands curled into the shapes of fist.

The other men, along with Jet, quickly walked out of the room.

It wasn't good to mess with 009 when he was this pissed.

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Françoise literally leapt out of her old car.

Like the voice on the message had said, she saw a large bar.

Neon lights flashed up like fireflies, waving her in, like a baited hook, and she was the fish.

She quickly sucked in a breath; the faster she got in there, the faster she could get out. She walked in.

A stage lit by dim, colored lights, poles littering it.

Hookers, prostitutes, and strippers preformed for delighted yet corrupted men. They were literally throwing their so-called clothing onto the floor.

Françoise looked down self-consciously at her clothing. She looked fine; a pair of jeans and light pink T-shirt covered all her necessary parts.

She avoided the men that looked drunk or rough looking, but saw very few that weren't.

Finally, she a young man standing in the back, his red hair highlighting himself from the crowd.

She walked over to him. "Sir," she asked in a soft and calm voice, "Do you know where I can find my brother, Ivan Whisky?"

He eyed her carefully. "So you're the idiot's sister. Much more pretty than him, and even prettier when the boss is through."

"You know him?" Françoise looked up into his face. "Please," she begged, "Take me to him!"

Jet shrugged. "Whatever. Come on."

He walked towards 009's 'office'.

Ivan was on the floor, finally sober. His face was bruised already, and blood was dripping from his mouth.

009 was sitting on a chair, back facing them.

When he heard the door open, he spun to face them.

"Well, well, well… What do we have here?

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This chapter is now complete! 009 is EXTREMELY OOC. Remember, flame me for that and I will kill. Literally. I hope you enjoyed it! Please tell me what you think!

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