This is my new story that I'm writing that I wanted to revolve around the Ninkyo Dantai, what we westerners call the Yakuza XD. I'm following a Wakagashira who ends up being turned into a Tanuki and abandones the Yamaguchi-gami family because he's turned into a 'monster'. This is set in a post apocalyptia that is why him turning into a Tanuki is "normal" I won't give out much else so read it and enjoy!

And for those whom don't like to download I'll post it below XD

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For the Yamaguchi-Gami Family



Since the releases of human rights in the year 2320 biological studies became increasingly rampant, many of the governments deciding to battle against each other through biological warfare. The first country to be the test subject of this warfare was Japan due to the fact that Japan challenged China's biological weaponry. In a show of dominance China dropped a specifically made bomb that ripped' the humanity from the people in the entirety of Japan.
As the bomb showed its power Japan was marked a quarantine zone by the United Nations and a prototype barrier that kept whatever the Chinese drooped on Japan inside. Japan became a forgotten place where riots and murder became rampant. Only three cities maintained any sort of government; Tokyo, Kyoto and Osaka. The Emperor developed a partial cure for the tormented Japanese and allowed them to retain their 'humanity' or what was left of it. There is now a mix of Humans and animal 'people' that once called themselves humans.
With the development of this 'cure' Japan maintained some sort of it's peace and developed ways to maintain it's now steady population. By food stamps, water rations, and population control Japan became a strange, twisted vision of what it once was but it had order to a certain degree (specifically in Tokyo, Kyoto, and Osaka). It is said; however, that the Ninkyo Dantai... or as the police call them the Boryokudan, have been working on an extract of what was dropped on Japan by the Chinese and use it on those they believe need to be controlled. However none of the Oyabuns have admitted this and even in their private meetings find it laughable that the Emperor would think they had such abilities.

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Blood splattered on the wall as a man in a chair was punch with brute force; a young Japanese man smiling condescendingly. He popped his knuckles as he leaned into the bound man, “When the Oyabun asks you supply Kuro-San.” Said the man, his voice deep, calm… collected. He was average for a Japanese man, but was rather a bit more muscular than the stereotype. He stepped back and wiped the blood off of his hand on a rag that a suited man handed him. “You have until Wednesday, just before the first day of summer.”
“Y-Yes Kaneko-Sama.” Said the man as the other suited gentleman unbound him.
“Please, Call Kento-San… I prefer that.” His voice has a hint of cruelty as he walked away, pulling on his suit jacket, his white shirt stained with that mans blood.
They walked out into the streets of Kobe, the sweet smell of pestilence in the air. Kento let out a sigh as he had one of the suited men open his limo door. It was fantastic being the Wakagashira, he leaned back as he sat in the Limo, and he pondered about what he would do when he got home… after taking a trip to the Oyabun’s home first. Kento let his eyes drift shut; he had been awake since four a.m. showing Kuro-San just what should not do when you owe reparations to the Ninkyo Dantai. As he fell asleep the limo traveled through Kobe at top speed. Kento had to say, he disliked being so cruel with the people that fell through with the Oyabun, and his Girlfriend said it wasn’t like him… but it made money, and had him in the Oyabun’s trusted circle and had been told face-to-face that the Oyabun was going to retire and let Kento take over the family; and that is what he was holding out for.
He heard the limo slow down, a small screech, and the door being pulled open yanked open. Kento smiled as he stood and made his way out of the limo. The air on the other side of town smelled fresh, and the green trees in the Oyabun’s house created a harsh contrast as to the once bleak surroundings he had been in only moments before. A young, cocky looking gentleman stepped forward, wearing a tank top to show off his elaborate tattoos.
“How’d it go Kento-San?” said a man, his eyes piercingly black.
“As good as it always goes Masaro-Kun.” Said Kento trying to play it off nonchalant.
Masaro smirked; his darker tanned features making him appear like a model. Kento hated how all Masaro had to do was go outside and he had a tan, it bugged him. Especially considering that all Masaro did was flaunt himself, he had a higher record with obtaining reparations, tended to beat the living hell out of people and practically worshipped the ground the Oyabun walked on. He was the Shateigashira, and one of Kento’s greatest rivals… at least that’s what Masaro had to say; Kento just figured the two of them were friends and Masaro was usually joking when he said he’d take over Kento’s spot someday.
“Well that’s all good and dandy Kento-San, but did you get reparations?”
“Heh,” Kento chuckled, “reparations? I think not… the man was hard up, so I gave him until the first day of summer.”
“Going soft, eh?” Masaro chuckled.
Kento smiled and shook his head as he walked with Masaro into the elaborate house. Two guards let them into the tatami floored room where the Oyabun sat on a large pillow as he went over paperwork. Kento and Masaro stepped forward and got to their knees.
“Oyabun-Sama, I have returned from my task sir.”
“Ah, Kaneko-San, I am glad to see you have returned. Now what of the reparations…?”
“I gave Kuro-San until the first day of summer.”
The Oyabun sighed, “Kaneko-San… that is over a week away. We cannot go around letting the people think we are weak,” Finished the Oyabun as he raised a fist. Kento could swear he could hear Masaro fighting the urge to laugh, though instead the Oyabun stood and walked over to them, “Sasaki-San, please leave Kento-San and I alone.”
Masaro grimaced but stood and nodded, bowing to the Oyabun and taking his leave. Kento stood when the Oyabun allowed him and gave a quick bow. “Please, Kento-Kun…” said the Oyabun, his voice much less harsh now that Masaro was out of the room.
“What do you mean Oyabun-Sama?” asked Kento.
“Kento-Kun, you may call me Hiroto-San. There are several things that I must talk to you about.”
“Yes?” Kento said as he fidgeted, “I am all ears… Hiroto-San.” He uttered out.
“I have practically raised you since you joined the Yamaguchi-gami family have I not?” Kento nodded in response to this question. “I have seen you change Kento-Kun, through both mind and spirit. You have the attitude of a leader, as well as the willingness to show compassion. If you showed no compassion you would be a monster. We are an order of people who believe in a just fist, there is nothing wrong with this, but you allowing Kuro-San to go until next week, as well as roughing him up, has shown me two things. One, you are willing to put on a face for the public, not let them see you weak. Two you have enough intelligence to put his previous charge on the exact date of his next charge.” Hiroto smirked, “your growth through out the past has helped me to realize… you are ready to be the Oyabun.”
Kento’s heart started beating faster as he fought the urge to smirk. He’d done everything he was told, and maintained a small sliver of his humanity in the process. He’d achieved his goal, and the Oyabun had made it so he would be the next one in charge… what he had joined the Yamaguchi-gami family for in the first place. What Kento, as well Hiroto, did not know… was that Masaro had hidden behind one of the paper doors. He had heard everything. He growled quietly as he heard Hiroto tell Kento he would be the next Oyabun. That was his seat, not that bastard Kento’s, but he had a plan… it would surely foil that old windbag Hiroto’s plans.

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The next week came and went as they usually did; however, Hiroto had been keeping Kento in private more often. Kento was growing tired of the special treatment, it made the others treat him like dirt… but this was because they all knew that he was being kept aside because he was marked as the next Oyabun. It was the day before the first day of summer, and the weather had grown a small bit warmer, but not much… it was tolerable. Kento was on his way out when he bumped into Masaro, he hadn’t seen him for near a week.
“Masaro! Long time no see.” Kento said happily, a slight laugh in his words.
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking, you know that challenge I was talking to you about? Say about a month ago?”
Of course Kento remembered, Masaro was always challenging him to his spot as Wakagashira. He nodded his head somberly as Masaro smirked.
“So… think you’re not going to be a chicken this time are you?” smirked Masaro.
Kento sighed, he’d always turned down Masaro, not out of fear that he would lose but rather out of boredom. Masaro was never the best fighter and Kento had this fear he would hurt him… and Masaro held onto things. This time he felt different though, he was going to be Oyabun and he might not get a chance to take Masaro on in a friendly quarrel again! For the first time Kento nodded a ‘yes’ to Masaro, his friend grinned ear-to-ear.
“Alright then, tonight at the central courtyard… I’m going to go ask Oyabun-Sama’s permission!” he shouted jubilantly as he ran off towards the large guarded home.
For some reason, Kento had a knot in his stomach; like he was making the wrong choice. Hiroto had always told him to follow his gut, but he just figured he was hungry and he shook it off getting himself a bowl of spicy noodles at his favorite restaurant in downtown Kobe.

Night came swiftly, as it usually did. The stars were hidden behind a high cloud layer and the city smelled of sewage, which was rather unusual to Kento. He stepped into the courtyard, a large collection of near twenty or thirty men, the Oyabun as well as Masaro. He hadn’t lied! He was bringing the entire Yamaguchi-gami family or at least the immediate ones that had some sort of importance. Kento walked up to Masaro, who was flashing his elaborate dragon tattoos that span both shoulder blades as well as both of his scrawny arms. Kento smiled and took off his suede jacket that he wore when he wandered around Kobe, and flashed his own tattoo which was not nearly as elaborate as Masaro’s he just had a half sleeve that came down to his elbow of a dragon. It was an under done tattoo that he had eventually planned to get finished, but for now it would do.
Masaro stepped forward and popped his neck, “So, willing to sweeten the deal?” asked Masaro in a sarcastic tone.
“How would you intend to sweeten the deal Masaro-San?” asked Kento, obviously interested.
“If I win, I get to take your seat as Wakagashira. If I lose, you get to beat me with a kendo stick.”
Kento laughed, and took Masaro up on the deal. He knew he wasn’t going to lose, and he also knew he wouldn’t beat Masaro with a kendo stick. Masaro smirked and didn’t give Kento a moments notice before jumping him, his fist connecting right in Kento’s gut. The force of the punch was so intense it almost made him vomit, but he retaliated and kneed Masaro in the chest. The two stumbled back, Kento holding his stomach and Masaro already making his way over to Kento. Kento was shocked at how aggressive Masaro was being; usually he was rather benign and cocky. Not tonight though, tonight he was serious about this challenge, and he had already beaten up Kento rather bad. He had punched Kento in both shoulders twice. He hadn’t gotten hit easy, he’d placed a few good punches to Kento’s face and tripped him a couple of times; but something strange was starting to happen that had never happened to Kento before… he was growing a tad-bit woozy and his vision wasn’t straight. Had Masaro really hit him that hard to the point where he was not able to see straight?
This blurred vision had caused him to slow down, and the shouting of the onlooker was starting to make his ears ring. All he could make out was a sly smirk on Masaro’s face as he brought his fist along Kento’s face. Kento stumbled to the ground and held his stomach, the world spinning as he heaved. The other men stumbled back in disgust as Kento vomited. Masaro looked down on Kento smirking.
“Wh-a c-a ta-ak—“ he was cut short as Kento’s hearing went dull, the world spinning, an unimaginable pain whizzing down straight through his very bones.
He felt the urge to run, to pull himself up on his legs (even if they felt like they were shattering) and run! So he did, he staggered up and darted for the front gate, rushing the people out of the way as he ran into the door; rolling out into the street. He pushed himself up and wailed in pain for reasons which were even unknown to him. He ran as far as he could, this strange feeling of popping and snapping as he ran. As the streets spun around him he ran, growing nauseous as he passed each building. As he slowed down out of pain he saw an abandoned gas station. He let out a hacking cough as he stumbled towards the building, blood splattering all over his hand. He slammed up against the wall and dragged himself into the bathroom, wiping the blood all over everything as he stumbled to a sink he used to support himself. He looked up in the mirror his eyes covered in black circles. He looked half dead…
He felt his lungs pinch and he fell to his knees coughing roughly as blood splattered against the sink. He held his stomach, it felt tight… as a matter of fact his entire body felt tight like his skin had been stretched to its ripping point but it would not rip. Instead it continued to stretch and cause unimaginable discomfort. Kento fell to his palms and coughed up more blood, falling to his side holding his stomach as he fought the urge to cry from the pain. That’s when he noticed a patch of fur on his hand, his eye widened as he held up his shaking hand which revealed fur starting to prickle it’s way up his arm. Another twinge of pain set in and he held his stomach, which he noticed was also far furrier than it had been before. He tried to pull himself up but his body wouldn’t let him, his bones snapping and … ripping. He got to his palms, which had grown in size, and he vomited.
He shot a hand up to the sink and tried to pull himself up, but his body felt heavy and his clothes uncomfortably small. He managed to heave himself up despite his horrid pain and he looked in the mirror, he had developed a beard that was starting to grow over the entirety of his face… and his nose was starting to snap out which caused him to nearly hit his face on the sink to just end the agony.
Kento rolled onto the floor as his body continued to grow; he couldn’t quite realize what was going on, other than think that an unimaginable pain had ripped his body apart. He laid in silence for a moment as the pain subsiding to a dull ache, his bones throbbing and his shirt in tatters around him. He coughed up a good deal of blood as he mustered the courage to see himself in a mirror. Kento pulled himself up by the sink, and staring him back was the visage of a Tanuki. He took his hand and touched his face almost screaming when he realized he had four fingers and it was more of a paw. He fell down and pushed himself back and hit a toilet stall. He looked at his paws shakily and looked over his body fearfully, he had finally realized what had happened to him… the bio-weapon the Chinese had used, it had gotten him!
“B-but how…?” he said to himself, his voice still deep, but far gruffer like an animal trying to talk.
Kento dragged himself over to the sink and pulled himself up, his body had grown tremendously, he had to be over six foot and weight something far bigger according to his new size. He limped to the door and supported himself on its frame, coughing up more blood but far less than before. As he went to open the door this annoying swoosh kept sounding from behind him, and a strange pain from his lower back made him look over his shoulder. His jaw dropped when he saw the large Tanuki tail swishing about. He grabbed it with his hands as he slid down the wall squeezing it to see if it was indeed real… and it was.
“They get tails too!” he said nervously as he pulled on it and grunted as he tried to yank it out of his back. “Ine-Chan…” he said as he pulled himself up and started out into the street, she lived three blocks from this building so he limped himself through the streets, still feeling over his new body… appalled by what he had become. He’d become another plague-walker, one of those things they kept in the quarantine districts. He wouldn’t stay this way, if anyone could help him it would be Ine-Chan! He knew it!