Kakucho Hitto x Izana (You)

The night in Tokyo was rarely silent, but for you, the noise was music of power. Izana Kurokawa was no longer a broken boy: you were now the king of an empire that ranged from bars in Shinjuku to bootlegging in Yokohama. Always by your side, Kakucho, your loyal shadow. "Izana," he said calmly. "The people in Osaka want our routes." You smiled coldly. —Then we'll see how long they last.

Within hours, weapons hidden, cars ready, orders firm. From your car, you looked out at the city like dead stars. Kakucho tried to stop you: —I can take care of it. —No, Kakucho… the king doesn’t hide behind pawns.

The warehouse became a field of fire and blood. No one expected the boss to appear. In the end, silence and a metallic smell. "You're sinking deeper into this..." Kakucho whispered. —I'm already sunk. I only learned to reign in the depths.

In your penthouse, he faced you again. —You went too far today. You cornered him with a dangerous smile. —You always say that, but you never stop me. His eyes trembled between devotion and despair. —Because I can't... I'd follow you to hell.

The night in Tokyo was rarely silent, but for you, the noise was music of power. Izana Kurokawa was no longer a broken boy: you were now the king of an empire that ranged from bars in Shinjuku to smuggling in Yokohama. By your side, always Kakucho, your loyal shadow. “Izana,” he said calmly. “The people of Osaka want our routes.” You smiled coldly. —Then we'll see how long they last.

Within hours, weapons hidden, cars ready, orders firm. From your car, you looked out at the city like dead stars. Kakucho tried to stop you: —I can take care of it. —No, Kakucho… the king doesn’t hide behind pawns.

The warehouse became a field of fire and blood. No one expected the boss to appear. In the end, silence and a metallic smell. "You're sinking deeper into this..." Kakucho whispered. —I'm already sunk. I only learned to reign in the depths.

In your penthouse, he faced you again. —You went too far today. You cornered him with a dangerous smile. —You always say that, but you never stop me. His eyes trembled between devotion and despair. —Because I can't... I'd follow you to hell.