Untitled Yakuza Fic
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,999
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblence to real people or events is coincidental.
Chapter 2
*- Good Morning
**- Welcome
***- Yes
Digging his tooth brush out of his suitcase the next morning was a chore. Yoshirou had forgotten which pocket he put it in and had to dig through them before he his hand wrapped around the plastic tube. He sighed as he pulled it out and made his way down the hall to the small bathroom. He brushed his teeth before wandering back into the living room. He had applied for a job back in the US with a friend of his father’s and today was his first day. The man, Mr. Suzuki, owned a men’s clothing store in Shinjuku. Once again, he was not looking forward to fighting through crowds at the station. He had Sunday off though to start getting his apartment together. He pulled out some of his nicer clothes from one of the suitcases and got dressed. He grabbed his leather jacket and bag and left the apartment. Before he left for the day he knocked on the landlord’s door.
He was a short guy, what hair he had on his head graying. His big plastic rimmed glasses sat firmly on his nose and a big smile spread his lips.
“Arai-san, ohayo gozaimasu*,” he greeted when he answered the door.
“Ohayo gozaimasu Tanaka-san. I just wanted to let you know that I arrived and thank you for the futon. I’ll get my own soon,” Yoshirou replied. The old man smiled again and nodded.
“Don’t worry about it, just adjust and get your life back together,” Mr. Tanaka told him.
“Yes, I will. Thank you again.” Mr. Tanaka bid him farewell and Yoshirou started for the Honancho subway station. Teenagers going to the shopping districts made their way through the turnstiles and to the waiting trains on the tracks. He bought his ticket and joined the masses heading towards the doors.
Shinjuku station buzzed with life as Yoshirou wound his way through the crowds towards the east exit. He felt slightly claustrophobic as people brushed his shoulders as he walked up the staircase. Yodobashi camera was on his right as he made his way through one of the back streets in Shinjuku on his way to Mr. Suzuki’s store. There were a few delivery cars on the streets but people walked in front of them without a care, this was truly a pedestrian’s paradise. The store was on a street that was somewhat hidden from the others, a corner street that had a open air magazine and convenience store on the corner. It was a small store but it had quality items of clothing that Mr. Suzuki prided himself in. Yoshirou had heard the rumors from his father that the Yakuza liked Suzuki’s shop because it was small, out of the way, and worth the money.
A small bell rang as he entered the shop, Mr. Suzuki’s head popped up from behind a stack of papers on his desk located in the far corner of the shop.
“Irrashimase!**” he called.
“Ohayo gozaimasu Suzuki-san!” Yoshirou responded.
“Ah, Arai-san! Come in, come in. The staff room is to your right, you can put your things in there,” Mr. Suzuki announced.
“Hai!***” Yoshirou called as he opened the door to the staff room. It was dingy off white color with a large table in the back surrounded by 4 white metal folding chairs. A refrigerator and microwave were against the right wall with coat hooks and a small sofa on the left. The electric lights buzzed as he hung his jacket and bag on one of the coat hooks. The little bell over the door rang as customers entered, Mr. Suzuki greeting them. Yoshirou stopped as heard one name called, “Mori-san! So nice to see you again. Getting the new guys fitted?” He didn’t know why his breathing had gotten shallow as he stuck his head out of the room and looked into the small store. Talking with Mr. Suzuki, surrounded by two other guys, was Hayato Mori, the man that had helped him get his bag up the stairs in Shinjuku station.
“Arai-san, come out here and help me fit these two gentlemen,” Mr. Suzuki called to him. Hayato turned towards the direction the older man had indicated and smiled when he saw Yoshirou.
“Hello Arai-san,” he greeted when Yoshirou walked over to the group, Mr. Suzuki taking one of the two men over to a full length mirror.
“Hello Mori-san,” Yoshirou replied as he pulled out a measuring tape from a basket that was on a small table near the staff room door. He measured the width of the other guy’s shoulders and how long his arms were, Hayato’s eyes watching him.
“What size pants do you wear?” Yoshirou asked him. The man looked confused as he thought about it.
“I have no idea,” he answered. Yoshirou fought back the urge to sigh as he pulled the back of his pants open to look at the tag. He didn’t have to sigh, Hayato did it for him.
“Didn’t I tell you to learn your measurements before we came?” he asked the man who Yoshirou was fitting.
“Sorry boss,” the man murmured. Yoshirou didn’t think much of it as he went over to one of the racks to pick out a jacket and pants for the man.
“These should fit, go try them,” he told the man who gladly took them and retreated to one of the dressing rooms in the back of the store. “They work for you?” Yoshirou asked as they waited for the guy to reappear.
“You could say that. They’re new guys,” Hayato answered. The man exited the dressing room and Yoshirou looked him over in the suit. It fit perfectly.
“Perfect,” Yoshirou told the man. He nodded as Hayato watched. Once the two men were dressed Mr. Suzuki and Yoshirou stood back and the men allowed Hayato to look them over. Once he approved they went back into the dressing rooms to change out of the suits.
“Are you only here for the fitting or do you have business around here today?” Mr. Suzuki asked as they walked over to the cash register. The suits were placed on the counter and rung up, Hayato producing a credit card to pay for the clothing.
“We have some money collecting jobs until about lunch time,” Hayato answered as he handed over the card. Yoshirou thought it was odd that he talked so freely about this sort of thing with civilians. “Actually, I was wondering Suzuki-san, I know you go to lunch with your daughter everyday but I was wondering if you would allow me to take your new employee to lunch today?” Mr. Suzuki smiled, he was happy that Yoshirou was already making friends.
“Of course! Of course! Just make sure he isn’t late,” Mr. Suzuki answered. Hayato nodded and Yoshirou felt his heart beat speed up. He busied himself by packing bags with the suits for the two men and handing them over. He looked up in time to see the smile on Hayato’s face.
“See you at twelve,” Hayato told him.
“Okay,” was all Yoshirou could get out.
**- Welcome
***- Yes
Digging his tooth brush out of his suitcase the next morning was a chore. Yoshirou had forgotten which pocket he put it in and had to dig through them before he his hand wrapped around the plastic tube. He sighed as he pulled it out and made his way down the hall to the small bathroom. He brushed his teeth before wandering back into the living room. He had applied for a job back in the US with a friend of his father’s and today was his first day. The man, Mr. Suzuki, owned a men’s clothing store in Shinjuku. Once again, he was not looking forward to fighting through crowds at the station. He had Sunday off though to start getting his apartment together. He pulled out some of his nicer clothes from one of the suitcases and got dressed. He grabbed his leather jacket and bag and left the apartment. Before he left for the day he knocked on the landlord’s door.
He was a short guy, what hair he had on his head graying. His big plastic rimmed glasses sat firmly on his nose and a big smile spread his lips.
“Arai-san, ohayo gozaimasu*,” he greeted when he answered the door.
“Ohayo gozaimasu Tanaka-san. I just wanted to let you know that I arrived and thank you for the futon. I’ll get my own soon,” Yoshirou replied. The old man smiled again and nodded.
“Don’t worry about it, just adjust and get your life back together,” Mr. Tanaka told him.
“Yes, I will. Thank you again.” Mr. Tanaka bid him farewell and Yoshirou started for the Honancho subway station. Teenagers going to the shopping districts made their way through the turnstiles and to the waiting trains on the tracks. He bought his ticket and joined the masses heading towards the doors.
Shinjuku station buzzed with life as Yoshirou wound his way through the crowds towards the east exit. He felt slightly claustrophobic as people brushed his shoulders as he walked up the staircase. Yodobashi camera was on his right as he made his way through one of the back streets in Shinjuku on his way to Mr. Suzuki’s store. There were a few delivery cars on the streets but people walked in front of them without a care, this was truly a pedestrian’s paradise. The store was on a street that was somewhat hidden from the others, a corner street that had a open air magazine and convenience store on the corner. It was a small store but it had quality items of clothing that Mr. Suzuki prided himself in. Yoshirou had heard the rumors from his father that the Yakuza liked Suzuki’s shop because it was small, out of the way, and worth the money.
A small bell rang as he entered the shop, Mr. Suzuki’s head popped up from behind a stack of papers on his desk located in the far corner of the shop.
“Irrashimase!**” he called.
“Ohayo gozaimasu Suzuki-san!” Yoshirou responded.
“Ah, Arai-san! Come in, come in. The staff room is to your right, you can put your things in there,” Mr. Suzuki announced.
“Hai!***” Yoshirou called as he opened the door to the staff room. It was dingy off white color with a large table in the back surrounded by 4 white metal folding chairs. A refrigerator and microwave were against the right wall with coat hooks and a small sofa on the left. The electric lights buzzed as he hung his jacket and bag on one of the coat hooks. The little bell over the door rang as customers entered, Mr. Suzuki greeting them. Yoshirou stopped as heard one name called, “Mori-san! So nice to see you again. Getting the new guys fitted?” He didn’t know why his breathing had gotten shallow as he stuck his head out of the room and looked into the small store. Talking with Mr. Suzuki, surrounded by two other guys, was Hayato Mori, the man that had helped him get his bag up the stairs in Shinjuku station.
“Arai-san, come out here and help me fit these two gentlemen,” Mr. Suzuki called to him. Hayato turned towards the direction the older man had indicated and smiled when he saw Yoshirou.
“Hello Arai-san,” he greeted when Yoshirou walked over to the group, Mr. Suzuki taking one of the two men over to a full length mirror.
“Hello Mori-san,” Yoshirou replied as he pulled out a measuring tape from a basket that was on a small table near the staff room door. He measured the width of the other guy’s shoulders and how long his arms were, Hayato’s eyes watching him.
“What size pants do you wear?” Yoshirou asked him. The man looked confused as he thought about it.
“I have no idea,” he answered. Yoshirou fought back the urge to sigh as he pulled the back of his pants open to look at the tag. He didn’t have to sigh, Hayato did it for him.
“Didn’t I tell you to learn your measurements before we came?” he asked the man who Yoshirou was fitting.
“Sorry boss,” the man murmured. Yoshirou didn’t think much of it as he went over to one of the racks to pick out a jacket and pants for the man.
“These should fit, go try them,” he told the man who gladly took them and retreated to one of the dressing rooms in the back of the store. “They work for you?” Yoshirou asked as they waited for the guy to reappear.
“You could say that. They’re new guys,” Hayato answered. The man exited the dressing room and Yoshirou looked him over in the suit. It fit perfectly.
“Perfect,” Yoshirou told the man. He nodded as Hayato watched. Once the two men were dressed Mr. Suzuki and Yoshirou stood back and the men allowed Hayato to look them over. Once he approved they went back into the dressing rooms to change out of the suits.
“Are you only here for the fitting or do you have business around here today?” Mr. Suzuki asked as they walked over to the cash register. The suits were placed on the counter and rung up, Hayato producing a credit card to pay for the clothing.
“We have some money collecting jobs until about lunch time,” Hayato answered as he handed over the card. Yoshirou thought it was odd that he talked so freely about this sort of thing with civilians. “Actually, I was wondering Suzuki-san, I know you go to lunch with your daughter everyday but I was wondering if you would allow me to take your new employee to lunch today?” Mr. Suzuki smiled, he was happy that Yoshirou was already making friends.
“Of course! Of course! Just make sure he isn’t late,” Mr. Suzuki answered. Hayato nodded and Yoshirou felt his heart beat speed up. He busied himself by packing bags with the suits for the two men and handing them over. He looked up in time to see the smile on Hayato’s face.
“See you at twelve,” Hayato told him.
“Okay,” was all Yoshirou could get out.