My Yakuza Boyfriend's

Chapter 13 - Rules

"Eh?"

"Tora-kun told me once. Makoto knows too. I wanted to help him, but was too afraid of the clan rules. We've all been sworn by drinking sake from the same glass, that our family is all members of the clan. You keep a good secret, Tomomi-chan."

In my head immediately imagined members of Hanazawa-gumi sitting making a circle, then drinking sake together with Kumicho. They all wore thin kimonos to show some tattoos on their bodies. Then, they play chess or just drink until drunk accompanied by beautiful women who wrestle spoiled beside them. I'll immediately clear that thought. "What punishment would you receive if caught still in touch with your family? Tora-san didn't tell me about this."

Kei looked at me, then formed a horizontal line around his neck with his index finger.

My breath immediately choked. I remembered Kumicho's charismatic figure, his intimidating eyes, and his young wife's death. And now I'm sure Kumicho won't hesitate to kill a clan member with his own hands. How does it feel to have a boss like that? If I, obviously wouldn't. But being a Yakuza is a life choice. Once inside, there will be no way out.

"He is the father we respect. If we do not follow orders, we will have to bear the consequences. All his words are absolute."

"Why did he make such a rule?"

"The rule has been around for a long time. Kumicho only continued what was there because he was loyal to this organization. After all, why is there a family but not like a family? I don't want to get married either. To me, all women are the same. They pretend not to care, but actually pay attention to men" said Kei.

"Oh! So you like men?"

"No!" exclaimed the man in white, making me almost awake. "I don't know what Tora-kun has in mind about marriage, but it seems like he's the type of person who wants to have a whole family."

"Yes, I think so too. I mean, he's a pity for Misaki. So, maybe he actually wants to get out of the clan and try a new life with his sister."

Kei retreating. "Wow, Tomomi-chan!" yells. "If you speak like that in front of Kumicho, you won't survive" he laughed. "For Tora-kun, you are his savior angel. With your help visiting Misaki, Tora-kun knows the development of his only puppet sister without having to leave the clan. I think he's comfortable being a Yakuza, thanks to you."

"Me?"

"You want to be friends with him. In fact, you liked him before he turned handsome again. When everyone thinks he's terrible, you admire him. You also risked your life by helping him."

I kept quiet because I had nothing to comment on. I thought it was a big risk, but I felt like I had to help Tora keep Misaki a secret from all the clan members, except for Kei and Makoto. If they both can do it, then I can too. And if it makes Tora happy, then I'm happy too. I just do it sincerely.

"ah! It's night," Kei said. "Let me accompany you home."

"No need. I can do it myself."

"Then you have to take the taxi fare from me."

"You're telling me to choose?" my many. Nodding Kei's head made me even more confused I obviously didn't want to trouble anyone else. But instead of taking the money, he'd better keep me company. Anyway, tomorrow is Sunday, where I have to work from morning. "I live far away" I said.

Kei tilted his head once, got up on his feet, and extended his hand to me. "Please, Tomomi-sama," he said in the host's style, as well as throwing a laughable seductive smile.

Without welcoming his hand, I walked out.

"Tomomi-sama, wait for me!" whining like a child.

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I don't have the energy to take a shower because I'm too tired. Kei fell asleep in the taxi. What is "accompanion"? The taxi driver had to wake her up with great difficulty, but only a small piece of paper read her home address. It seemed like Kei had indeed prepared it inside his pants pocket. I don't know what their next fate will be. Did the driver manage to find the intended address or was he deliberately circling first so that Kei had to pay dearly?

That night I had a bad dream. In the dream, Misaki was already out of the mental hospital. Tora and I met him in a park. However, while the three of us were taking off the kangen, Kumicho came with a katana, then slit Tora's throat. His blood was pouring everywhere. Tora slumped, while I cried until I screamed and ended up in Misaki's room. And I live in a mental hospital forever. I woke up with tears and a dry throat. How humiliating.

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I'm late. My footstep quickly passed through the lobby towards the restaurant. Although it is not yet open, we have to prepare breakfast for the guests later. The receptionist last night was still behind his desk. We smiled at each other kindly. He must be in the night shift because the hotel is operating for 24 hours. I glanced at the elevator that yesterday brought Makoto and Tora up, then wondered if they were still here, but felt stupid afterwards. "Work! Work!" my orders to myself.

I received a rebuke from Chef Mitsushima because of my delay. In a hurry, I changed into a uniform and immediately took my place in the kitchen. In the sink, there was already a lot of equipment that I had to wash.

"Ayase, come!" call Chef Mitsushima.

"Yes!" sahutku. I had to go through several stoves to reach the head chef's place by the door. "What's up, Chef?"

Chef Mitsushima opened the door and raised his head. "Which one?" ask someone outside. "Bring here!"

A restaurant waiter came with a large tray containing 2 plates of toast, complete with butter and omelette. Just seeing it makes me hungry.

"Let's take this to room 5153 on the 5th floor! They were busy preparing the table. You can leave your job for a minute, right?" ask Chef Mitsushima.

"Can, Chef," I replied.

"Quick! Before this food gets cold."

"Good!"

Apparently 2 plates this order of a guest who has not been delivered. What will their faces look like when I deliver almost cold food? Uh! This isn't my fault. All I have to do is apologize. After all, why would they want to eat in the room, while we prepare a better one in the restaurant?

Along with the waist-high food trolley containing the tray, I arrived at the 5th floor quickly and could immediately find a clue as to where the room was. It's the first time I've climbed to the top since the first day of work. It turned out that the hotel hallway was wide and carpeted. There's not a bit of shit here. The lights are installed on the walls of each room which also has a bell.

"Room service!" I said after hitting room bell number 5153. I waited for the door to open with my uniform. In any case, I was an employee of this hotel, so I had to keep his good name. I take the tray with the purpose of the guest will be tempted by the appearance of the food.

"It's been a long time!" spray a fierce-looking woman as soon as she opens the door. He was still wearing a sleeping robe.

"Sorry, it's been a long wait. We'll fix our serve" I said with a polite smile, hoping the woman would understand.

"I'm not eating! Bring it back there!"

"Eh?"

"As in the movie. Thank goodness you weren't eaten by him" I whispered on the 2 plates still in my hand.

"For me," said another woman from the left.

I turned my head and found Makoto standing there. She smiled at me in the clothes she wore last night. "Brachou-neesan!" myrag. I just went to him. My heart hit hard at the thought of Tora-san being in her room.

"You work here?" ask Makoto.

"Yes. I want to be independent" I smiled. "I didn't know Makoto-neesan was staying here" I told a lie. There's no way I'm telling you that last night I saw him take Tora to this hotel and sleep in his room with her.

"It just so happened last night my friend got drunk. I sent him here because it's closer than his house. I'm too tired to go home. So, I'll stay the night. Food, is it okay for me?"

"Eh? But it's cold."

"It's okay. I'll eat it with my friend" Makoto asked for the tray from my hand, instead of letting me into her room. That means inside there's still Tora.

"Let me bring it," I said.

"All right."

I wanted to go in, but I was groggy too. Of course I didn't expect to see Tora naked on the bed. Uh! Keep that shadow out of my head! "Excuse me" I said. No Tora, not even anyone.

"My friend is out. He said he wanted to swim. Maybe he's in the pool" Makoto said.

"Oh..."

My eyes began to explore as I placed the tray on the dining table. Makoto's bed is a mess. Two clean towels in the bathroom were used. Hotel slippers that should have 2 pairs on the shelf, used a pair Makoto, and another pair is not there. Instead it was replaced with a pair of women's shoes and a pair of men's shoes, which must have belonged to Makoto and Tora.

"You don't have to be surprised, because I brought a male friend," Makoto said. He chuckles. "Eventually you're like a detective examining the scene."

I laugh. "It's not my right to judge Makoto-neesan. Then, excuse me. They'll definitely scold me if it takes too long" I said.

"OKAY. Happy work, Tomomi!" Makoto patted my shoulder.

This is so weird. I deliberately passed the pool area before returning to the kitchen, but there was no sign of the pool being used. The surface of the pool was calm as if it had not touched anything. After all, who would want to swim in this cold morning? Makoto's reasons make no sense. What about the shoes of the man in his room? Had it not been Tora's shoes, why would Makoto have made up the story?

"Get it!" Chef Mitsushima's voice surprised me. "What are you doing! Come here!"

"Yes, Chef!"

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Even though it takes money, working on Sundays is not something that all employees want. When other people have fun with their friends and family, we have to work. However, if the job is a beloved job, then working every day is not a problem. In fact, you may not be able to sleep because you are too excited to think about what you are doing tomorrow.

My feet ached from standing up almost during work hours. My back is also sore from rubbing the giant kitchen utensils. The guests seemed endless. If I do not wash the tableware as quickly and cleanly as possible, then we will get a reprimand from the restaurant manager, which will consequently embarrass Chef Mitshushima. I was lucky this morning Makoto wanted to take that breakfast. If not, the manager will throw it away and tell us to replace it. What I'm thinking about is not the money, but the food. Although it is just bread, eggs, and butter, it is made with the heart. I'm sure it must be hard to make an omelette as neat and attractive as that.

Tonight was cold enough to give me goosebumps. I'll take vitamins as stamina enhancers. Thank goodness tomorrow is school, but off work. If I work tomorrow, I don't think I will.

"Eh? Tora-san?" I saw a man sitting with his legs bent on the front floor of my apartment room. His clothes were yesterday. He just ducked. "Sleep?" muttered. Her slanted bangs covered her face, but I'm sure it was Tora. Slowly, I approached her, then found the hotel slippers at Tora's feet. The shoe is Tora's shoe. "Oi" called me, but Tora didn't wake up. "Tora-san is. Tora-saaan!" I got rid of the hair on his face. My shoulder jumped when I found a bruise on the corner of her lip and cheekbones. His right eye is swollen. His nose and nose bleed. "Tora-san! You fighting?" I shook Tora's shoulders while calling out her name. Tora's body went limp and fell in my arms.

I was so hard to drag Tora's body into my apartment. Now I remember Makoto who yesterday fared the same fate as me today. He must have gotten used to dealing with a drunk Tora. I have to use all the rest of my energy. I turned Tora's body to the supine position, then I pulled her legs together. His head hit the door before fully entering my room. I don't leave hotel sandals outside either.

I spread out my futon, then I rolled Tora's body 360 degrees to cross above her. Instantly, a small groan came from Tora's mouth. I put my earlobe on his chest. Still life. "Tora-san," call me.

Slowly, Tora opened her eyes and looked at me. "Tomomy... You're finally home..." His voice is very weak.

"Eh? You were waiting for me from earlier? Uh! Your wounds should be treated immediately. Yes wait!" I quickly picked up the P3K box and brought it next to Tora. I cleaned the blood until it was not left, and then I applied the wound medicine. I blew his wound to reduce the pain. For the swelling in her eyes, I boiled an egg to stick to it. I've seen it on television, so that's what I do. "Is there anything else that hurts?" my many.

"The backs..."

What can I do. I have to take off his shirt. "Can you sit down?" my many. Tora raised her hand so that I could pull her from the front to a sitting position. I took off the long coat. There's still a long-handed shirt.

"Tomomi," Tora clasped my hand. "Please promise you won't be afraid!"

"Fear what...Oh!" All this time I thought of Tora as an ordinary person. I just remembered she was a Yakuza, so she must have had a super big tattoo on her back like Kei. "But you have to be treated" I said.

"promise!" his insistence.

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