Post by Kazuya Hikari on Jun 23, 2015 12:05:45 GMT -5
Flying backwards, Kazuya's back collided with the wall of the alleyway, landing hard against the wall, the impact left a crater-sized hole in the wall, a cross-shape tear appeared on the front of his shirt before completely ripping apart from the impact of the attack, as blood flew out of Kazuya's mouth from the force. Lying against the wall like he had been crucified to it, his arms outstretched, his head dropped down, his face hidden from view, it was hard to tell if Kazuya was still conscious or not...
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As the son of the second-generation boss of the Hikari-gumi, one of the most powerful Yakuza gangs in all of Japan and Okinawa, and eventually becoming the third-generation boss himself, Kazuya fully expected a huge target on his back from rival Yakuza gangs that wished to take his great-grandfather's gang down and claim that power for their own. What he did not expect was that target to follow him all the way to New York City.
["There he is!"]
["Crap..."]
Running through a series of alleyways, his path criss-crossing at random intervals as he attempted to lose his pursuers, what had started as a simple walk home from school turned into a literal run for his life. He had only managed to catch a brief glimpse of the tattoo both of his pursuers sported on their upper arms, but he was certain they were part of the Kobe region gang of the Ogawa-gumi III (青木組; Small River Group III), the Koyama-kai. How they ended up in New York City was beyond Kazuya, but once they had spotted Kazuya walking home, the moment he was alone in a less-crowded area of the downtown core, they attacked him. It was only due to hearing the sounds of them rushing up from behind him and some dumb luck he managed to avoid the haymakers they tried to knock him out with, and began to run away from them, which brings us back to Kazuya's situation at hand.
Hearing the sound of loud footsteps behind him, as he ducked into another alleyway, he would dart down the length of the alleyway as quickly as possible, a chain link fence located on the opposite side slowly grew closer and closer. Pushing off of one foot and launching himself towards the fence, he would latch onto the fence and scaling the fence, would pull himself up and over the top, dropping down to the ground below and resume running, the sounds of the metal fence being jostled not long after he had made it a bit away from the fence, which meant both men had reached the fence and were climbing it. Ahead he could see the entrance to another alley, a darkened rectangle between two buildings, sitting equidistant between two streetlamps. Kazuya drew even with the alley's entrance and continued a little past it, then abruptly wheeled left and ran into the shadowed alley. This one wider and more spacious than the others, giving him plenty of room to maneuver around in, he was getting weary of running away however, and quickly pivoting on his left heel, would whirl around to face them, ready to fight back for his life literally, though he would see only one of them come up from what was behind him initially. The one that had been chasing him screeching to a halt, Kazuya would stare at him through narrowed eyes, his pursuer doing likewise. From the loud Japanese he heard them shout at one another as they chased him down, the name of the one in front of him was Hasegawa Yoshiro.
Where the other one had gone, was the least of his concerns right now, he would worry about that later. He still couldn't figure out how they knew he was New York City, much less being here in the first place, but one thing was certain: they were here to take him out... permanently. Seeing Yoshiro begin to lift his hand up towards his jacket, the sound of footsteps rushing up from behind him made his eyes flare as he whirled around and evaded the knife the other guy, Hara Taiki, swung at him, in an attempt to slash him in the back and quickly incapacitate him. Dodging and moving backwards with each swing of his knife as Taiki tried to slash him with, though he was unsuccessful in cutting Kazuya majorly, he was successful in inflicting minor cuts, leaving Kazuya's shirt shredded like cheese and his arms with a few shallow cuts. Bleeding slightly from all the little cuts, he would however, manage to put a bit of space between the two of them. Suddenly, without warning, on flat feet, he sprinted towards Taiki just as the man moved forward, and ducking under the arm Taiki held and swung the knife with in a wide arc, Kazuya pulled his right arm back and fired his fist right into Taiki's gut, causing the man to drop the knife and double over, as Kazuya launched another punch, knocking him out as he crumpled to the ground in agony.
Quickly whirling around, Yoshiro nowhere in sight, Kazuya's eyes would narrow even further as he kept his ears open and his guard up. Quickly kicking the knife the now unconscious Taiki once wielded into the darkest depths of the alleyway, he could've taken the knife, but Kazuya wanted to take out Yoshiro with his own hands, literally. No weapons, just his fists. The darkness of the alleyway enveloping him as he would slowly and cautiously make his way further down the alleyway, with one threat out of the way, he could now focus his concern on where Yoshiro went, though he wouldn't have to look very far. The sound of a war cry made Kazuya's head whip upwards as he saw Yoshiro come hurtling down towards him from the rooftop of the building to his left, this time with a machete. Pushing off against his right foot as he side-stepped and rolled to the side as Yoshiro slammed his machete into the ground, pouncing towards Kazuya as he got to his feet, a knife was one thing, but a machete? Evading Yoshiro's swipes with the machete as he moved backwards, Yoshiro sent trash lids crashing to the ground with his wide swipes. Yoshiro just as unsuccessful as Taiki, his frustration slowly building, he would toss his machete down to the ground before reaching into his jacket and pulled out a pistol. Kazuya halting right on the spot as Yoshiro pointed the gun at him, there was no doubt in his mind he was going to try to shoot to kill.
Taking off at a sprint towards Kazuya, Yoshiro knew in the darkness, his shots would not be as accurate, so to compensate, he decided to go close range. As soon as he got within range, he opened fire, but Kazuya, by that time, already strafed to his right, hiding behind a nearby metal dumpster. The dumpster served as a good shield, but even that wouldn't last forever. Stopping his firing, to save his bullets, Yoshiro would move closer, to try and close off Kazuya's escape path, though Kazuya would not allow him to. As soon as Yoshiro got close enough, Kazuya would dart out from behind the dumpster, and snatching up a tin garbage can lid from a trash can located beside the dumpster, and grasping the garbage can lid like a Frisbee in his left hand, took aim and hurled the lid at Yoshiro's head. It sailed true, arcing down the alley, as the edge of the lid slammed into Yoshiro's face. Yoshiro immediately roaring out in pain as he clutched his face, in his panic, he began firing bullets wildly, sending them flying everywhere.
"I will not allow you to escape! I will take you down, and deal a major blow to the Hikari-gumi, allowing Koyama-sama to take Hikari-san down and the Koyama-kai become one of the most powerful Yakuza gangs in all of Japan!"
Yoshiro roared, still clutching his face, as he continued to fire in random directions. Taking shelter behind a small trash can, some bullets ripping into the sides of the metal can, others ending up buried in the brick wall of the building, moving out from behind the trash can and tipping it over onto its side, Kazuya would kick it upwards towards Yoshiro, the small can slamming into the hand Yoshiro held the gun with, causing him to drop it and begin searching blindly for it, only to kick it away accidentally. Stepping towards Yoshiro, the man would hear Kazuya's footsteps come towards him, and with all his means of incapacitating Kazuya from a distance lost, slowly removing his hand from his face, it was clear the edge of the trash can lid had caught him square in the eyes, leaving his left eye temporarily out of commission. With no weapons left to take Kazuya down with, all Yoshiro had was his fists, and from the look on his face, he was just as determined as Kazuya to take him out.
Taking off towards Yoshiro without any warning or indication, he would throw another trash can lid he had snatched up not to try and hit him, but merely to serve as a distraction. Reaching Yoshiro, he would launch a punch at him, and the two of them would end up locked in a wrestling match, neither one giving the other an inch. His brows furrowed in equal parts concentration and frustration, the two of them would trade blows with each other, for each blow Yoshiro inflicted, Kazuya would inflict one back in turn. By the time they were locked in another wrestling match, blood dripped from his forehead, from his cheeks, from his arms, pretty much everywhere, though the same could be said for Yoshiro, not to mention slowly, Kazuya could feel himself being pushed lower and lower, closer and closer to the ground, much to his disbelief. Fighting back as hard as he could, with an almighty push against him, Kazuya would find himself down on his knees, a condescending look on Yoshiro's face. Without warning, he would fling Kazuya to the ground roughly, before launching a powerful kick, hitting Kazuya square in the chest and sending Kazuya backwards and roughly into the brick wall behind him. Leaving an impact crater in the wall, Kazuya would stay embedded in the wall, his head bowed down low, as Yoshiro sneered condescendingly at him. Did Kazuya just... lose?
["... Koyama-sama considered you a threat? ... What a fool..."]
["... You're... the fool... Yoshiro..."]
A faint voice would speak up, as Yoshiro looked straight ahead of him, scarcely unable to believe what he was hearing, only for his eyes to widen in shock, disbelief etched on his face at what he was seeing. You would think after a blow like that, Kazuya would be unconscious, right? Well, he was unconscious, but strangely, almost eerily one would say, he was still able to move. Almost like someone else had taken over his body, and was controlling him, even though he was unconscious. Kazuya stood there, blood trickling down his cheek and the back of his head.
It's so quiet, as if I'd lost my hearing. I hear nothing, not even the sound of my own breathing. I feel nothing, not even pain. Am I now... moving by pure will alone?
Slowly shifting his body, Kazuya would free himself from the crater, and move towards Yoshiro, step by step. Yoshiro still in utter disbelief, with a sudden burst of speed, Kazuya would take off, and ducking down the moment he had the chance, Kazuya stuck his leg out and swept Yoshiro's legs out from under him, sending him toppling to the ground, a sickening crunch heard as his head connected with the concrete, knocking him out cold. Blood beginning to pool from under his head, glaring down at Yoshiro, his face completely hidden in shadows, Kazuya towered over his fallen form, despite still bleeding heavily from the major wounds he sustained, blood running down his face, arms, and chest, he'd leave the unconscious form of the man in the alleyway for his partner to find when he woke up, as a sign and message to the Koyama-kai to not mess with Kazuya... or the Hikari-gumi.
(OOC: Word count minus BB coding and this out of character note: 2064 and EXP please.)
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As the son of the second-generation boss of the Hikari-gumi, one of the most powerful Yakuza gangs in all of Japan and Okinawa, and eventually becoming the third-generation boss himself, Kazuya fully expected a huge target on his back from rival Yakuza gangs that wished to take his great-grandfather's gang down and claim that power for their own. What he did not expect was that target to follow him all the way to New York City.
["There he is!"]
["Crap..."]
Running through a series of alleyways, his path criss-crossing at random intervals as he attempted to lose his pursuers, what had started as a simple walk home from school turned into a literal run for his life. He had only managed to catch a brief glimpse of the tattoo both of his pursuers sported on their upper arms, but he was certain they were part of the Kobe region gang of the Ogawa-gumi III (青木組; Small River Group III), the Koyama-kai. How they ended up in New York City was beyond Kazuya, but once they had spotted Kazuya walking home, the moment he was alone in a less-crowded area of the downtown core, they attacked him. It was only due to hearing the sounds of them rushing up from behind him and some dumb luck he managed to avoid the haymakers they tried to knock him out with, and began to run away from them, which brings us back to Kazuya's situation at hand.
Hearing the sound of loud footsteps behind him, as he ducked into another alleyway, he would dart down the length of the alleyway as quickly as possible, a chain link fence located on the opposite side slowly grew closer and closer. Pushing off of one foot and launching himself towards the fence, he would latch onto the fence and scaling the fence, would pull himself up and over the top, dropping down to the ground below and resume running, the sounds of the metal fence being jostled not long after he had made it a bit away from the fence, which meant both men had reached the fence and were climbing it. Ahead he could see the entrance to another alley, a darkened rectangle between two buildings, sitting equidistant between two streetlamps. Kazuya drew even with the alley's entrance and continued a little past it, then abruptly wheeled left and ran into the shadowed alley. This one wider and more spacious than the others, giving him plenty of room to maneuver around in, he was getting weary of running away however, and quickly pivoting on his left heel, would whirl around to face them, ready to fight back for his life literally, though he would see only one of them come up from what was behind him initially. The one that had been chasing him screeching to a halt, Kazuya would stare at him through narrowed eyes, his pursuer doing likewise. From the loud Japanese he heard them shout at one another as they chased him down, the name of the one in front of him was Hasegawa Yoshiro.
Where the other one had gone, was the least of his concerns right now, he would worry about that later. He still couldn't figure out how they knew he was New York City, much less being here in the first place, but one thing was certain: they were here to take him out... permanently. Seeing Yoshiro begin to lift his hand up towards his jacket, the sound of footsteps rushing up from behind him made his eyes flare as he whirled around and evaded the knife the other guy, Hara Taiki, swung at him, in an attempt to slash him in the back and quickly incapacitate him. Dodging and moving backwards with each swing of his knife as Taiki tried to slash him with, though he was unsuccessful in cutting Kazuya majorly, he was successful in inflicting minor cuts, leaving Kazuya's shirt shredded like cheese and his arms with a few shallow cuts. Bleeding slightly from all the little cuts, he would however, manage to put a bit of space between the two of them. Suddenly, without warning, on flat feet, he sprinted towards Taiki just as the man moved forward, and ducking under the arm Taiki held and swung the knife with in a wide arc, Kazuya pulled his right arm back and fired his fist right into Taiki's gut, causing the man to drop the knife and double over, as Kazuya launched another punch, knocking him out as he crumpled to the ground in agony.
Quickly whirling around, Yoshiro nowhere in sight, Kazuya's eyes would narrow even further as he kept his ears open and his guard up. Quickly kicking the knife the now unconscious Taiki once wielded into the darkest depths of the alleyway, he could've taken the knife, but Kazuya wanted to take out Yoshiro with his own hands, literally. No weapons, just his fists. The darkness of the alleyway enveloping him as he would slowly and cautiously make his way further down the alleyway, with one threat out of the way, he could now focus his concern on where Yoshiro went, though he wouldn't have to look very far. The sound of a war cry made Kazuya's head whip upwards as he saw Yoshiro come hurtling down towards him from the rooftop of the building to his left, this time with a machete. Pushing off against his right foot as he side-stepped and rolled to the side as Yoshiro slammed his machete into the ground, pouncing towards Kazuya as he got to his feet, a knife was one thing, but a machete? Evading Yoshiro's swipes with the machete as he moved backwards, Yoshiro sent trash lids crashing to the ground with his wide swipes. Yoshiro just as unsuccessful as Taiki, his frustration slowly building, he would toss his machete down to the ground before reaching into his jacket and pulled out a pistol. Kazuya halting right on the spot as Yoshiro pointed the gun at him, there was no doubt in his mind he was going to try to shoot to kill.
Taking off at a sprint towards Kazuya, Yoshiro knew in the darkness, his shots would not be as accurate, so to compensate, he decided to go close range. As soon as he got within range, he opened fire, but Kazuya, by that time, already strafed to his right, hiding behind a nearby metal dumpster. The dumpster served as a good shield, but even that wouldn't last forever. Stopping his firing, to save his bullets, Yoshiro would move closer, to try and close off Kazuya's escape path, though Kazuya would not allow him to. As soon as Yoshiro got close enough, Kazuya would dart out from behind the dumpster, and snatching up a tin garbage can lid from a trash can located beside the dumpster, and grasping the garbage can lid like a Frisbee in his left hand, took aim and hurled the lid at Yoshiro's head. It sailed true, arcing down the alley, as the edge of the lid slammed into Yoshiro's face. Yoshiro immediately roaring out in pain as he clutched his face, in his panic, he began firing bullets wildly, sending them flying everywhere.
"I will not allow you to escape! I will take you down, and deal a major blow to the Hikari-gumi, allowing Koyama-sama to take Hikari-san down and the Koyama-kai become one of the most powerful Yakuza gangs in all of Japan!"
Yoshiro roared, still clutching his face, as he continued to fire in random directions. Taking shelter behind a small trash can, some bullets ripping into the sides of the metal can, others ending up buried in the brick wall of the building, moving out from behind the trash can and tipping it over onto its side, Kazuya would kick it upwards towards Yoshiro, the small can slamming into the hand Yoshiro held the gun with, causing him to drop it and begin searching blindly for it, only to kick it away accidentally. Stepping towards Yoshiro, the man would hear Kazuya's footsteps come towards him, and with all his means of incapacitating Kazuya from a distance lost, slowly removing his hand from his face, it was clear the edge of the trash can lid had caught him square in the eyes, leaving his left eye temporarily out of commission. With no weapons left to take Kazuya down with, all Yoshiro had was his fists, and from the look on his face, he was just as determined as Kazuya to take him out.
Taking off towards Yoshiro without any warning or indication, he would throw another trash can lid he had snatched up not to try and hit him, but merely to serve as a distraction. Reaching Yoshiro, he would launch a punch at him, and the two of them would end up locked in a wrestling match, neither one giving the other an inch. His brows furrowed in equal parts concentration and frustration, the two of them would trade blows with each other, for each blow Yoshiro inflicted, Kazuya would inflict one back in turn. By the time they were locked in another wrestling match, blood dripped from his forehead, from his cheeks, from his arms, pretty much everywhere, though the same could be said for Yoshiro, not to mention slowly, Kazuya could feel himself being pushed lower and lower, closer and closer to the ground, much to his disbelief. Fighting back as hard as he could, with an almighty push against him, Kazuya would find himself down on his knees, a condescending look on Yoshiro's face. Without warning, he would fling Kazuya to the ground roughly, before launching a powerful kick, hitting Kazuya square in the chest and sending Kazuya backwards and roughly into the brick wall behind him. Leaving an impact crater in the wall, Kazuya would stay embedded in the wall, his head bowed down low, as Yoshiro sneered condescendingly at him. Did Kazuya just... lose?
["... Koyama-sama considered you a threat? ... What a fool..."]
["... You're... the fool... Yoshiro..."]
A faint voice would speak up, as Yoshiro looked straight ahead of him, scarcely unable to believe what he was hearing, only for his eyes to widen in shock, disbelief etched on his face at what he was seeing. You would think after a blow like that, Kazuya would be unconscious, right? Well, he was unconscious, but strangely, almost eerily one would say, he was still able to move. Almost like someone else had taken over his body, and was controlling him, even though he was unconscious. Kazuya stood there, blood trickling down his cheek and the back of his head.
It's so quiet, as if I'd lost my hearing. I hear nothing, not even the sound of my own breathing. I feel nothing, not even pain. Am I now... moving by pure will alone?
Slowly shifting his body, Kazuya would free himself from the crater, and move towards Yoshiro, step by step. Yoshiro still in utter disbelief, with a sudden burst of speed, Kazuya would take off, and ducking down the moment he had the chance, Kazuya stuck his leg out and swept Yoshiro's legs out from under him, sending him toppling to the ground, a sickening crunch heard as his head connected with the concrete, knocking him out cold. Blood beginning to pool from under his head, glaring down at Yoshiro, his face completely hidden in shadows, Kazuya towered over his fallen form, despite still bleeding heavily from the major wounds he sustained, blood running down his face, arms, and chest, he'd leave the unconscious form of the man in the alleyway for his partner to find when he woke up, as a sign and message to the Koyama-kai to not mess with Kazuya... or the Hikari-gumi.
(OOC: Word count minus BB coding and this out of character note: 2064 and EXP please.)
