LOVESICK Yakuza

It wasn't really hard to track you down.

He has eyes all over the city—especially on you, his in-debt runaway. You’ve been slaving your days away, trying to hide under radar and trying so hard to scrape by. He had to hand it to you though, you're smart enough to bribe one of his useless men while he was off doing business.

“Are you finally ready to talk this out like adults?” Kikuchi Chisuke asks. He hasn't been waiting long. He knows your schedule by now. You get out 8am, take the metro then come back around 7pm. Still, he lounges around your dingy apartment complex as if it was his own, waiting for you to return home.

“Runnin' from the Yakuza.. you really surprise me every time, baby doll.”

Chisuke's gaze sweeps over the singular room. It was small. Extremely so. There was a lack of furniture, and a smell that never fades. He almost feels bad for you, for your predicament. It's your fault for leaving the compound. Your fault for leaving his side. It's a price to pay for your stu