Uprising Of The Cannon Fodders

Chapter Twenty Nine

Yoshiki looked at three guns being pointed at him. He didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

The universe seems to want him dead. He put so much effort into escaping alive but for what, to die in some dark alleyway just because he couldn't hold his hunger. He looked up at the sky, wondering if there was someone up there laughing at him.

["Host?"]

"Daisuke, you're back, no time to talk, I'm thinking."

["You can spin for a weapon"]

"I know that, but with my luck, it's a sure guarantee I will die here, besides I have a massively destructive weapon in my pocket."

["What weapon?"]

"Shhh, no time to talk, remain quiet until I'm done."

["Yes host"]

Yoshiki put his left hand inside his jacket pocket while giving what he hoped was his most charming smile, "Can I interest you gentlemen in a game?"

Yoshiki looked on as the three men shared a confused look, seeing his only chance to escape, he jumped towards them while removing a thin can from his jacket pocket, bring it up in the air, and removing the cap, reaching the first guy, Yoshiki mercilessly sprayed the content of the can on to the man's face before he even started screaming, Yoshiki moved on his companions, with two minutes flat Yoshiki's pursuers were screaming their lungs out. 

Yoshiki didn't wait around after all three were down, he took off as fast as he could, he quickly made his way up the street, bypassing the small restaurant, and ran to his car, feeling glad that he parked it on the side of the road, Yoshiki quickly removed the car from the parking area to straight-up drive, not even caring if the car was damaged, he hightailed it out of there.

The screaming of the three men drew the attention of the passer-byes, one brave man entered the alleyway the screams were coming from, the sight that greeted his eyes would never leave his memories before he died, there before he was three big men, they were wearing suits, the original color unknown as they were covered in blood and garbage, the three men were gouging their own eyes out, there were pieces of flesh hanging from their eye sockets and blood pouring out of it constantly, it was a terrible sight and the man faint away at such a horrifying sight, as for the man responsible, he was happily making his way to a grocery shop, the magnitude of what he has done, unimportant to him.

Kenchiki was looking forward to going back to his brother's house today, it was the only thing that motivated him to finish all the paperwork he had to do, you would think that being in the crime business would mean no paperwork, but sadly that's not the case, committing a crime and getting away with it meant a lot of paperwork. Kenchiki hated to do that more than anything else.

Therefore, you can only imagine when he got a phone call, he felt like crying tears of joy until he heard why they called; "what the hell do you mean my brother was nearly killed!?"

Mob Character, " Boss, we were following him as you instructed, but he was driving too fast and passed a traffic light, while we were stuck there long enough for us to lose his trail."

Kenchiki, "I still don't see how that has anything to do with the fact that he was nearly killed!"

Mob character, "We lost sight of him, and he was attacked by assassins while eating at Ivywood restaurants. We know he made it out alive, but unfortunately, we don't know where he is."

Kenchiki was beyond infuriated by these useless subordinates of his, their only job was to follow him around and on the first day of their assignment, they have already lost track of him, he couldn't help but roar into the phone, "You useless i***t better not show up in front of me, or I swear to all that is unholy I'll make you pay!!", With that, he hung up the phone.

Mob character: Is it too late to look for another job?

Bringing up his brother's contact he waited patiently for it to connect but no one answered, he tried again a few times but still nothing, Kenchiki was really worried know, he didn't want his brother to die; he was the only thing that kept him sane and made him happy, his brother was his life, his older broth, his obsession and he needed him like a person on drugs needed d**g, Yoshiki was his walking, talking, breathing toxic d**g, and the thought of putting him in a coffin six feet underground made him nauseous.

Kenchiki stood against his desk and breathed through his nose and his mouth to avoid a panic attack. He wished he had placed a bug on him right about now; he shot up as he recalled that his brother didn't own a car but always used taxi's to get places, but recently he stole his car, he quickly retrieved his phone where he dropped it on the desk to bring up the tracker, the car was on a road leading to a series of big Businesses; he recalled the breakfast this morning and how most of the fridge was empty, seeing a giant food market with the businesses, he quickly left the house to make sure he was alright, as of lately he swore there were constantly killers/assassin's around Yoshiki.

The surroundings of Ivywood were more lively than it has ever been, sadly not for a good reason. In fact, in recent years the entire area was in a somber mood because of the unfortunate events that took place, a body is always discovered every two weeks, the government can't do much because no one would come to resist the mafia groups around, but this time it was different, the people killed were part of a mafia which can be seen from the silenced guns lying around him, the scene of b****y and very devastating, the scene was closed off to the public, and police officers were stationed around the entire place, to keep unauthorized people out.

There were three people around one body. It was faced upward and the gloom some place where the eyes used to be was nothing but a b****y and horrifying space, other than that there was nothing else that was visibly wrong with the body. 

One other man looked down at the body in horror. He couldn't help but ask those around him, "what kind of monster would do something like this?"

One of his companions shook his head, "most likely a serial killer, all the bodies are the same, gouged out eyes and nothing else, this could be the killer's motives, we need to find out as much as we can, and get the sick bastard responsible for this off the streets, today it's mafia men, tomorrow it could be innocent school children."

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A/N: The mob character appeared, had no name, and will never show up again.

Mob character: "Only two lines."

Kenchiki: "useless subordinate."

Author: That was the first and last time the mob character appeared, not even a name. May he rest in peace.

Mob character: "I died?"

Kenchiki: *Washing off the blood*

Author: " May he rest in peace"