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"Don't trash the place and don't leave, alright?" You said to the blonde man who was sitting on the couch and watching TV. He rolled his eyes before nodding his head.
Sikorsky has been staying at your house for about a week now. He said he'll leave next week, so you'll hope he'll be gone by the time you get back.
You squatted down and looked at your dog. Your dog was in the hospital for a while because of a mission that went wrong, stabbed in the stomach. She's doing better now and you were sad to leave her when she just got back.
"Larissa, be good and make sure the convict over there doesn't steal anything, all right baby?" You said to the dog and she wagged her tail as you gave her a treat.
Meanwhile, Sikorsky was offended by your words. He scoffed before looking at your dog.
"What's with the dog name? It's hideous" Sikorsky said and you gasped as he insulted your dog. Larissa whimpered and you rubbed her thick fur.
"Larissa is the name of the city I was born in. It's a city in Greece" You said to the man who only rolled his eyes.
You grabbed your luggage and walked to the door. You placed on your hat and looked at Sikorsky.
"If anyone named Nick, Leo, Valentine, or Mikhail comes, just tell them you know me. If it's anyone else, don't open the door for them" You said to the man, he looked at you with a curious look before nodding.
"Make sure to feed Larissa. She's recovering from a stab wound so don't give her too much dog food okay.?" You said to Sikorsky who was focused on the TV.
You sighed as you opened the door. You looked at the convict in your house and your dog, there was no way in hell you could trust him.
"Alright, bye" You said as you walked out the door. You walked to the garage and the door opened. You walked to your car and got inside, you took off. The snow was cleared so you had a nice path. Although it is cold in Russia, there are days when it's actually a little hot.
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"Target marked" You said into the ear piece before taking the shot. The target was laughing away as if she wasn't as traitorous as they come. Once you had a firm hold on her, you took the shot.
Quick as that.
You watched as people around screamed in pure horror while others ran away. They stared at the dead woman who had a small bullet hole in her throat.
Since you had gloves on, you left the sniper right where it was, there was no need to keep such a poorly made weapon. Jumping off of the roof of the building you used to catch the shot, you walked away from the whole thing without being suspicious.
You waited patiently for the car to pull up, after a few seconds, a slick black car pulled up. You walked to the car and got inside. Inside, you saw your father and your brother both there waiting for you.
You relaxed as you mumbled 'mission accomplished'. Before you left for Japan, you had a mission. The mission was to kill Dasa Gargian, she was a Russian spy that worked for the government. She claimed to be a supposed saint but it didn't take a genius to see she was nothing but a liar.
You were leaving Russia and heading to Japan, this mission would be a week long at best. The point of going was to talk with a Yakuza leader. The organization was gaining more and more recruits. You needed more space..and Japan was the place to go.
Your father hasn't given you any real details but he did say that you'll know him when you see him. You had wondered what he meant by that.
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"Well goodbye Dear" Your father said to you, you nodded as he engulfed you in a hug. He broke the hug and you looked at Nick who looked annoyed.
You smiled before bowing "Goodbye Nick" You said to the man who only hummed back in response.
You walked to the same jet that took Baki to Japan and was taking you there as well. You walked up the stairs and turned around. You smiled at the two before walking into the jet.
This would be the longest mission you've ever done, you weren't used to leaving the country for nearly a month. Of course this mission was nothing compared to your grandfather spending 84 days in the Caribbean for a mission.
This was the first time you'd be leaving Russia for Japan, you hadn't been there since your mother had died.
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You looked around to see the man whom your father was referring too. No one here looked like some dangerous Yakuza with a million scars on their face. You wondered what he'd actually look like, aside from the supposed scars on his face.
You sighed as you pulled out your phone, you didn't understand why your father just didn't tell you his name. You turned around and started to walk to the street to get some taxi to get you to a hotel and then you'd find this guy later.
As you were walking, you felt something like a brick wall bump into you. You fell back and looked up. Who the hell just bumped into you?
You looked up to see a guy in a suit, he had black hair along with glasses. He looked down at you and stared at you with a blank face. Was he...
He put his hand out and you gladly took it. You dusted yourself off and picked up your phone that was thankfully still in perfect shape.
"Are you.." You said, you didn't know his name and he only nodded.
"Kaoru Hanayama" The man said and you nodded.
He then escorted you to a black car. You both got inside and you looked at Hanayama once again on your way to his home, apparently. You'd never thought you would stay with the guy, you thought you would just stay in a hotel.
He was somewhat handsome, his scars are what made him look so different though. They were huge scars that were traced all over his face. What happened to him? Your father wasn't wrong when he said you'd know him when you saw him.
He noticed your stares because he looked over at you and asked if something was wrong. You shook your head no and looked at your lap. You were embarrassed.
"So...I do hope you are as good as they say" You said trying to have a conversation with the man.
His blank face turned into a confused one and he raised an eyebrow. You gasped as you now understand what you did wrong, he must of misunderstood what you meant.
"Uh..I mean when it comes to things like weapons. I heard you provide a great weapon source." You corrected and he nodded.
"Yes, we do" Hanayama said to you, after that, it was silent. Neither of you spoke, this was a embarrassing first impression.
The whole car ride was in complete silence.
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"Wow, this is much bigger than my home" You said as you looked at the Hanayama Estate. You grabbed your luggage and followed behind Hanayama.
You got to the front door and you put down your luggage and took off your boots, placing them by the door. A woman gave you some slippers and you thanked her.
"Well, we can talk business tomorrow at noon, for now, you'll be escorted to your room. All I ask is that you don't make a mess in my home" Hanayama said to you.
"Yes of course! Hope to see you tomorrow" You said to the man who was now walking away. The servants lead you to your room. You bowed as you opened the door...this is the shit.
It wasn't as big your bedroom at home, but it was nice and spacious.
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You just got off the phone with Sikorsky, you made sure he was still there and was feeding Larissa. You also talked with your father and about the meeting you had with Hanayama tomorrow. Your father told you to not fuck up.
You didn't appreciate how he belittled you sometimes, your father thought of everyone as different from him. He always seemed to nitpick at the smallest things, it was just a meeting, nothing was gonna go wrong anyways.
You turned off your TV and got comfortable in your thick covers. The bed was huge, you felt like you were just a crumb in this bed. Who would sleep in this..well you would of course.
There were so many things you could do here in Japan. Your main things were to..
1. See Baki
2. Go back to your childhood home
This would be the best week of your life...
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Finished! Hope you enjoyed this chapter.!
Oh and please do point out any mistakes. I never go over my chapters before posting and realize the mistakes when it's already published.😞
PEACE
~Q~