My Yakuza by A.J. Llewellyn (books for 6 year olds to read themselves TXT) 📕

of whom was a certified lunatic killer plus an innocent man dragged into the crazy world that Nobuo inhabited?

Shiro’s heart ached as he thought of Keizo now dead because of Nobuo and the Harada clan. He hated them more now than he had before. Shiro replayed their love-making session over in his mind as he recalled the orgasm that had produced such vivid colours. Shiro had desperately wanted to feel Keizo inside him many more times and now realised that was not to be. The primal lust that he had once felt was not to be reached again with beautiful Keizo and the world was poorer for it.

Tears flowed freely down his face and dripped into the water as Shiro grieved for a man who had moved his world. It was still a shock to know that Keizo was gone.

“Are you all right in there?” Kono asked from the other side of the door.

Shiro brought himself under control and sat up a little in the tub. He turned towards the door and replied, “Yes, I’m okay.”

“I heard you crying. What else did your grandmother tell you?”

“Nothing else, I promise.”

Kono opened the door and entered the bathroom and looked down at the startled Shiro.

“Tell me the truth. What else did she tell you?”

“Are you asking me as a cop, or as a friend?”

“It depends on what you’re hiding,” Kono responded.

“My grandmother killed both Nobuo and my friend from Tokyo, Keizo. Keizo was forced to be there by that butcher and paid for it with his life. Keizo and I had a very intense connection that one night in Tokyo and he brought me to heights I had never reached before and had hoped to reach once more. He was a man of both outer and inner beauty—almost pure in many ways. My grandma didn’t know the difference between the two men, only that they were holding her hostage and she believed that they had forced me to kill you. So, out of fear for both herself and me, she somehow killed them both.”

Kono sat down on the toilet. “Incredible. Nobuo was a very strong man and I can’t imagine how she killed him and another man. Did she keep a gun in the house?”

“No, she hates guns. She feels the only purpose for a gun is to kill a human being and she’s a woman of peace.”

“Well, woman of peace or not, she managed to kill at least one very dangerous man. I’m sorry about your friend, though. He obviously got caught in the crossfire. Does she know that Keizo was a friend and there against his will?”

“No, and I’ll never tell her because the guilt would kill her. It was hard enough for her to do what she did thinking both men were evil.”

“Did she call the police, do you know?”

“I have a feeling no. It sounded to me like friends removed the bodies and they are on their way to the mountains, which could mean one of several things. I have a feeling though that their bodies will never be found.”

“I’m sure your grandmother was justified in killing them as she feared for her life, no doubt. Any court would rule that it was self-defence and we don’t know what else she learnt or overheard them talking about. My only thought is what will the Harada clan do when they don’t hear from their butcher. I have a feeling that you saved her life by telling her to get outta Dodge and go to her sister’s. Hopefully they won’t be able to track her there. You said you told her to stay there for a month?”

“Yeah. That will take us all past the trial hopefully. After that, they’ll have far more important things to worry about than some little old lady in Hawaii.”

“Are you okay now? I didn’t like hearing you crying in here.”

“Yeah. Thank you for caring enough to check on me. I can’t believe what’s happened to my life since I left for Japan.”

“Hang tough, Shiro, we’ll both get through this.”

Kono got up to leave the bathroom.

Shiro quickly stood up in the tub and asked, “Would you hand me a towel please?” Water ran down his sleek body making it shimmer. He caught Kono looking down his body. Kono quickly handed the towel over to Shiro, who smiled.

Shiro dried off, enjoying the obvious interest expressed in Kono’s eyes, and for the first time, he felt that he might really get to sleep with this Asian stud. He climbed out of the bathtub and wrapped the towel around himself and combed his hair. He looked down his chest in the mirror and was pleased with what he saw except for the needle marks. How could Kono not want to possess such a body? Shiro smiled once more as he turned to enter into the bedroom.

Kono left the bathroom thinking about what he had just seen of Shiro and realised that there was indeed a strong sexual attraction between the two of them. He walked over to the bed and laid down on it, trying not to think of what he wanted to do to his temporary roommate.

“I feel much better now—both physically and mentally after that bath and our talk. Thanks again for coming in.”

“It was nothing. Forget it,” Kono said without turning to look at Shiro who was sitting on the bed in just the towel. “What about lunch? Do you want something?”

“No, I think I’ll wait until dinner and then have something decent. We have to eat here in the room?”

“Yep. We need to try and stay out of public view. I’ll wait ‘til this evening, too, then. In the mean time, let’s watch some television. Oh, and you might wanna put some clothes on.”

Shiro didn’t respond to that last statement. He got up and pulled out a set of clothes that were in Kono’s suitcase. He dropped the towel, but instead of dressing, he began to flip through the channels looking for a movie