???: It is a crisp evening we're experiencing this day, folks! The weather is lovely and there are no chances of rain for the rest of the week.

The soft hiss of static came through the tv as a couple watched through the glass of a storefront. A gentle breeze rustled the trees along the street, the neon signs lighting up the night as everything seemed right with the world. It was then the couple spotted the blurry visions in the glass. A few figures marched down the street, unimpeded as people scattered quickly out of their path, no cars to honk their horns as the seemingly quiet night would not remain this way for long. The figures wore assorted outfits, none sticking to a pattern as a random assortment of tracksuits and fashionable wear and everything in between the group. The group seemingly kept growing, a total of 15 ruffians marching down the street like they owned it.

???: Oi! Where is he?!

One of the figures barked out at the concerned citizens, causing the rest to scatter to the wind before any anger could be directed at them. There was clear anger on the faces of those in the group of ruffians, all of their eyes scanning through the crowded citizens and alleyways for their target. It was then a clear whistle signaled through the air, the group quickly checking around before-

Ruffian #1: H-Hey that's...

Ruffian #6: That's the boss's car!

Ruffian #4: And there's the jackass who jacked it!

The male pointed out ahead of the group, directing their attention to a late 1970's Datsun 240Z and the male sitting upon the roof. His pointed and capped leather shoes revealed a deep black almost bluish tinted snakeskin material, but their attention was brought to the ash falling on the hood of their boss's car. Traveling up, they could see the male was sharply dressed, his black dress pants not sporting even a speck of lint, the light of a lit cigarette glinting off his belt, and finally white dress shirt. The dress shirt sleeves were rolled up, the left hand softly sporting a cigarette of which the male puffed upon while his right hand casually supported the weight of an aluminum baseball bat across the back of his shoulders. The male took a long drag of the cigarette before lifting his face, his sharp (E/c) eyes looked tired from the small bags under them, He pulled his lips free from the cigarette, letting out a cloud of smoke from his lips before tapping the stick, allowing the ash to once more fall upon the hood of the vehicle. 

Ruffian #12: Oi dipshit! Get off of the car and face us.

The male upon the car lifted a finger, asking for a second as she stood up on the roof carefully, dropping the butte of the cigarette on the hood and grinding it under his shoe before hopping onto the street. The group was fuming at this point, on the verge of ripping the male apart for disrespecting their boss. Hijacking the car was one thing, but smoking and disrespecting the elegant car was another thing in their eyes. The male stood up straight, his tall and imposing figure stretching softly as his now freed hand lifted and ran through his (H/l)(H/c) hair, letting it flow back softly out of his face. 

???: I was wondering when you boys were gonna get here. Cruising around in this thing sure brings attention.

The male spoke plainly, tapping the tip of the bat against the rim of the car.

Ruffian # 6: Don't you dare touch th-

???: Oi, did Isay you could speak?! One more out of turn word or even a misstep and I'll teach this pretty car of yours a lesson.

The male warned quickly and loudly, the voice shaking the confidence of some of the group while those at the front remained firm. Though they certainly didn't fear the male, they did fear what their boss would do if the car got damaged. However, they weren't able to relay this knowledge to the younger members of the group, one of which took a few steps forward to see what was transpiring. The male then struck without incident, lifting his arm and bringing it down harshly, the bat in his hand colliding and subsequently tearing through the windshield of the car. The sharp sound of glass shattering caused those watching the event to gasp, whether out of shock from the sudden noise or knowing the following complications of the action. 

Ruffian # 5: Y-You... you bastard!

Ruffian #3: Fuck em up!

The group of thugs roared in anger, charging forward as the sharply dressed male pulled the bat back through the windshield and rested it on his shoulders. The male silently watched as the first thug threw forward a feeble punch. The male simply dodged to the side before making the attacker regret waking up that morning, the metallic thud of aluminum ringing out as the bat collided with the thug's nose sending him stumbling back before falling to the ground.

???: Well then... who's next?!

RUFFIANS

The fight, though an interesting one, was over quickly, the ruffian sheep charging a man holding a bat and expecting to beat him was rather comical. By the end of it, the thugs were rolling upon the asphalt, clutching broken noses and busted lips as well as various bruises around their bodies. Only one of the thugs was left standing, his glare meeting that of the male.

Ruffian #1: You're a tough bastard.

???: Am I? I mean not one of you hit me. You really couldn't think up a better strategy than tha- 

It was then the male sensed something, he glanced over his shoulder in time to see the neon lights glint off of something in the hands of a ruffian, the male charging at his back. The male was delayed though, the knife digging softly into the flesh just above his left hip just a bit before he jumped forward and turned, connecting the now dented and battered bat to the temple of the attacker, effectively knocking him not only out of the fight but out in general. The male grit his teeth softly, feeling the sting of the blade not only on his skin but the warm liquid also creating a red stain on the back of his shirt.

???: You sneaky bastard... I really liked this shirt. 

The male quoted before deciding it was cool enough to go shirtless. The male gripped the shoulder of his shirt and yanked quickly, casting the garment away as the crowd now saw the mark upon his back...

The ruffian's eyes widened as he spotted the ink upon the back of the bastard, his jaw-dropping at the sight. Upon the back of the male was a tattoo, not just any old tattoo but the ink of a yakuza, the outline of a glorious or terrifying sight depending on your perspective revealed the face of an oni, a demonic face snarling its teeth as it stared through the ruffian's soul. The deep purple hue to its skin reflecting and drawing the eye to the darkness of its eyes, the eyes being overshadowed by the kabuto helmet upon its helm. The black helmet adorned with golden horns to replace that of the oni's. Surrounding this demon, were various colors of blue, green, brown, and the occasional drawing of sakura petals to offset the darker colors. The branches and sakura petals swirled from the male's shoulders down to his lower back, the knife wound sadly piercing through a sakura blossom as the branches cradled the purple oni. It was then that the ruffian finally figured out who had taken the boss's car. The ruffian's face soured instantly, his angry scowl returning as he lifted his hands to crack his knuckles.

Ruffian #1: So you're the bastard who has been messing with us, eh? I'm gonna put you down right now ya bastard!

The male didn't speak, simply letting out a seething sigh through his nose before tossing the bat aside directly into the windshield to produce a new hole in the material. The male then bent over and picked up the knife, taking a step closer to the car to plant the knife deep into the rubber of the tire.

???: I was gonna let you run off, but now... you've officially pissed me off. You better hope a cop shows up cause that's all that is gonna stop me from caving your face in.

The male spoke in a deep and calm tone, lifting his hands to ready himself for a fight, his fingers curled tightly into a  semi-closed fist.  The citizens by this point were concerned with all that was happening, a few phoning the police though only one had managed to make it to the scene. The figure jogged up to the scene before letting out a sigh.

???: So it's him again...

The officer let out an exasperated sigh as they waited for backup, knowing nothing was going to pull him off the poor guy for now.

???: Come on!

The male called out before finally charging the ruffian. The thug lifted his hands and rushed forward too, throwing a punch though it missed by a mile, bouncing off the male's shoulder as the male's attack found much more ground, connecting with the thug's jaw as his face was thrown back. Well... this was going to be a quick fight... And it was simply because this thug had angered...

(Y/n) (L/N)

DEMON OF MURAKAMI

(A/n): Alright folks here you have it! My attempt at a yakuza story. I'm doing my best to learn about the symbols and customs of the yakuza and Japanese culture as well to make this story fit as well as possible so please take it easy on me if I mess up, haha. Please don't be afraid to leave a comment and I'll see you all in the next update!