My Yakuza Boyfriend's

Chapter 9 - Lost

The dark-skinned and white-haired man walked up to me, past the 4 men who were bowing their heads on his left right. He was wearing a grey suit and shiny black shoes. The look on his face and graceful manner of walking showed his dignity and charisma, although he was not as big as his guards. A rocky ring was embedded in the middle finger of his right hand. He didn't wear sunglasses, so I could see the friendly but intimidating look in his eyes. I shuddered until it was made.

"Good day," I greeted him, bowing my head, trying not to make my voice tremble.

"Good day, Tomomi-chan. My name is Hanazawa Tatsuya from Hanazawa-gumi. Nice to meet you," said the warm. "I came here to pray."

"Oh, please, Kumicho," I said politely, then walked away.

Kumicho chuckled at hearing me call him that. The wrinkles in his eyes were clearly visible. "Will you wait downstairs? I want to talk to you a little bit" he said. His eyes looked at me from head to foot. I glanced at Tora who was looking at me. It seemed Kumicho realized it, so he asked, "Can you, Tora?"

Tora surprised. "Yes, Kumicho!" firmly answer.

I waited for the old man to pray. I sat on a stone chair beside the temple. After they all prayed, Kumicho approached me with his guards. We talked while walking, while Tora and her friends were in the back. This time I was escorted by 4 men. Feels superior.

What Kumicho and I talked about was just small talk like family and school. I told her about my father who died and my mother who did not want to take care of me, and my grandmother who took care of me from childhood. Kumicho is seriously listening. He seems to empathize with me.

Kumicho married an 18-year-old girl 10 years ago. The girl died of liver cancer. Kumicho seemed very sad when he told her. He must have loved her very much. "I regret letting him die alone. At that time I was in Spain," he recalled, glaring to remember the sad incident.

"I was sad to hear it" I said, not knowing what else to say.

Kumicho nodded his head. "I've heard quite a bit about you from Makoto. And I thought you were interesting."

"Makoto-neesan is very helpful."

"Yes. She's good at dancing, but I trust her more on my financial matters."

"Do you have children with your wife?" aska I want to know. If Kumicho had a child, then perhaps that child would become the leader of Hanazawa-gumi.

"No. I'm too old, and he's sick."

I let out a breath. "At least you can make him happy. I'm sure your wife died peacefully because she knew you loved her so much."

Kumicho was a bit surprised because of my words just now. "Happy yeah. Are you happy with Tora?"

"Eh? Oh, we didn't... Eeeh, I mean, we're not lovers," I looked down embarrassed.

"You don't have to hide it, Tomomi-chan," Kumicho teased. "Then get here. There's another place I need to go. See you, Tomomi-chan. It's nice talking to you."

I waved and bowed as Kumicho's car and his bodyguard passed from before me.

Uncle Yuji's house wasn't that far from Grandma's, so I stayed on foot. While enjoying the cold air of Hakodate, I traced my way around the harbor. My two female cousins, Uncle Yuji's children, immediately greeted me with hugs. They seem to miss me. They praised my new appearance of being devoid of glasses, fine-haired, and smooth-skinned. Not infrequently they caressed my head.

"You must have a boyfriend!" said Pamam Yuji's first child, Sakura, excited.

"Eh? Not yet!" shamefully.

"You lied!" reply to his sister, Hikari. "Instead, you're so beautiful, like this" she stroked my hair again. "That's smooth. Do you go to the salon often?"

"No. I just use the vitamins I bought on the market." I didn't think I'd say that. This is like the commercial we usually see on television, where someone will admire the hair of others and the owner of good hair it will recommend to wear the advertised product.

"Who's the guy? Is it school friends?" Sakura was still curious about my "boyfriend. This sweet 13-year-old girl always wanted to know.

"Nothing" I replied.

"I'll buy vitamins too!" asserted Hikari, the sister who was only 1 year old from Sakura.

The three of us resembled each other, so people often thought we were siblings. I'm not their brother, just our father. I had dinner at Uncle Yuji's. His wife named Roko cooked for all of us. Roko is very beautiful and graceful. I like to watch her moves in the kitchen. He is good at using knives and can cut just as big. The food is also delicious as Grandma's cooking.

I went home on foot, counting and helping my stomach digest food, because I had eaten so much that I was full. I thought I'd say hi to my old school friends tomorrow before I went back to Tokyo. The long road I was walking on was quiet because it was already night. The yellow colored lights lined up illuminated him, making it look beautiful. To my right is a row of large buildings that are commonly used to store cargo goods sent by ships to Hakodate Port. And to my left is the high seas bounded only by guardrails as tall as an adult's stomach. The sound of the waves at night makes me calm.

My phone's vibrating. My heart immediately jumped when I read Tora's name on her screen. My calmness suddenly disappeared. "Hello," I said.

"Tomomi, where are you now?" ask Tora.

"Near the port."

"I'll be there. Wait for me." Clik. Phone disconnected by Tora.

My face must have been red from embarrassment. I hope Tora can't see it. My heart raced fast. Many times I took a breath and exhaled slowly, but it couldn't bring me back to calm down. I tried to hide my nervousness by banging on the street light pole right next to me.

"You always wanted to ruin property." Tora's voice popped my shoulders. I turned around and saw him walking casually towards me. She's changed, which means she's not in working hours. As usual, Tora wore a jacket whose collar was raised to cover her entire nape. His mustache and beard were still densely covered the bottom of his face. The only difference is the short earring model on his left ear. If you look at other people, it must be suspected that Tora is a vampire who wants to suck my blood. "I didn't think I'd see you here" he said.

"This is my hometown. You alone?"

Tora rested herself on the guardrail of the road, so we were now crossing. "I accompanied Kumicho to the tomb."

"Lusa. Kumicho's business trip to Sapporo. You you?"

"Tomorrow."

"So morning, what did you pray for? It seems like a lot," joked Tora, then chuckled.

It turned out that Kumicho had waited too long for me until one of his guards sneezed. "The health of my family, as well as my friends, including Koizumi and Misaki." I didn't tell him he was on the list of people I prayed for.

"Geez-uhuk! Hatchy!" Tora coughs and sneezes.

"You were sneezing at the temple?" my many.

Tora shuddered from the creeps. "It's very embarrassing" he laughed.

"Then you should be home soon. Don't be outside for too long" I suggested.

"Yes, but..." Tora was quiet for a moment. "Ah, not so. Makoto left a greeting for you," Tora switched the conversation.

"You told him I was here?"

Tora nodded.

"Send my regards to him, too. Why didn't he come?"

"Makoto's job is more than mine," Tora laughed crisply.

My phone is shaking again. This time it was Uncle Yuji who called. "Wait a minute" I said to Tora, then pressed the green button on the phone. "Hello?" my broom.

"Tomomi, your grandmother had a heart attack. We are now in the hospital. Come quickly!" uncle Yuji's orders. His voice sounded vibrating.

"Eh? Alright!" my answer. "Tora-san, I'm asking for help. Take me to the hospital."

"What hospital?"

"I'll tell you on the way."

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Tora drives her car at high speed. We save time because the road is empty. Get us in the hospital. Grandma must be in the Emergency Unit. I hope it's not as bad as I thought. I've been imagining the no-no as we passed through the cold, lonely passageway to where Grandma was.

I approached my two uncles who were sitting quietly in the waiting room of the Emergency Unit. "How's Grandma?" I sprayed it straight to them.

"The doctor is still checking on her," said Uncle Yuji. "You who?" he asked Tora who was standing behind me.

"He's my friend, his name is Tora. He's the one who brought me here." I deliberately answered him directly because I did not want Uncle Yuji to ask further. Tora's current appearance was very far from the appearance of ordinary people. Especially if he has the flu. I saw him put both his hands in his jacket pocket from earlier. I feel sorry for him. "Tora-san, you don't need to accompany me here. You better take a break," I suggested.

"It's okay" said Tora.

Half an hour passed. Uncle Kazuya who looked the most agitated. The skinny man sat up, stood up, sat down, and stood up again without saying anything. Uncle Yuji repeatedly asked Grandma the situation to the passing sisters, but they always told us to wait a little longer. Tora sat quietly in the corner of the room because she did not want to transmit the disease.

A sister half ran through the waiting room. Uncle Yuji intercepted him to ask again. The nurse gave the same answer. "It drives me crazy," Uncle Yuji said as he shook his head.

The door to the Emergency Unit room was opened from the inside. The doctor came out to see us. "Where is his family?" tanyakanya.

"We are all his family" replied Uncle Yuji.

"It seems like he's been having attacks a lot, but didn't check on him. His condition was very weak when he was brought here. Too bad he can't hold on. I'm really sorry." The doctor lowered his head.

Is that really what I heard? I don't believe it. The doctor must be kidding. Uncle Kazuya cried, while Uncle Yuji stared blankly. "Lied!" myrag. My tears fell instantly. "Uncle Yuji, Uncle Kazuya! It's a lie, isn't it?" ask them.

My two uncles immediately hugged me. We cried together like crazy. I am not ashamed to express myself because they do the same. Even though there's Tora, I don't care. After all, he must have seen part of my body on the roof of the school that time.

It's my fault, all because of me. Had I stayed here, maybe Grandma wouldn't have died so soon, maybe I could have persuaded her to have her heart checked. Grandma died of my selfishness. I imagined Grandma in pain in her house, while I only thought of my own pleasure. Grandma would definitely not forgive me because, indirectly, I had killed her.

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