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Kyoto Crossing Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tenkoguren

There were many bustling cities in the world, some capital cities and others not, but none of them was quite like Kyoto. Before Tokyo's rise to power, Kyoto had been the capital of Japan for over a thousand years. That pride, success and power was still present. Kyoto was packed with temples and parks, prosperous business districts and markets and lined with expansive estates and highly populated neighborhoods. The summers were hot and humid and autumn brought with it typhoons... but today the weather was perfect.

Late afternoon was easing into evening. The first orange and purple hues were dancing across the sky, spreading color across the eclectically designed landscape. Every form of architecture was present, from the ancient Shinto shrines to the classic design of the older homes. The national museum seemed almost imperial while the botanical gardens were positively modern. It was a city to be proud of and Kit was so full of national pride it almost oozed out of him.

The twenty two year old moved out of the shop, his eyes gazing out from behind designer sun glasses. The young man was distinctly Japanese with a subtle chin, golden tones in his skin and perfect cheek bones. His black eyebrows were playfully arched and his body was muscled and agile. Kit looked like he had stepped out of a modeling magazine with his crisp black suit, blue under-shirt and vibrant red tie. While the colors clashed in the western world, their symbolism was far more important in eastern life... but as fancy as Kit dressed, the most distinct feature had to be his hair.

Many young Japanese men often bleached their hair, leaving it a very unique shade of orange rather than the milky white western hair turned. Kit's hair had taken that orange to another level, practically turning copper. Two long bangs hung down on either side of his face, but the rest of his hair was tied back into a pony tail so long it flowed down past his shoulders to the small of his back. The symmetry of the haircut was magnificent, balanced with two large diamond studs in his ears.

Kit lifted his arm to check his designer watch, the diamonds on it sparkling in the afternoon light, though the shifting of his sleeve revealed something else unique. His wrist was emblazoned with a tattoo of a kitsune made of wind. In truth his arms and back were covered with tattoos, a symbol of his life with the yakuza. It had been a rewarding life, lifting him out of the trouble prone ichinensei student he had been and giving him purpose - as far as he remembered.

Only Kit's mentor, Kazuo, knew the truth... Only he remembered that Kit had been an excitable and enthusiastic German exchange student capable of speaking three languages. Only he knew that a prick of the young man's arm with a potent mixture of chemicals had changed the boy into the man he never dared dream of being. The eager student had disappeared, replaced with an eager member of the Yakuza... and in that role Kit had thrived.

While Kit had helped with community enforcement and worked on various ways to advance the Yakuza's goals, his primary mission had been to focus on the son of the American Ambassador to Japan. Their meeting had been arranged to seem like an accident and the two had become fast friends. Kit and Sam had taken part in many activities. While Sam's father discussed global warming, the Fukushima disaster, giant jelly fish and international politics, Sam and Kit partook of arcades, toured the manga museum and took in movies. Kit felt almost like he was leading a double life. Sam didn't know he was a member of the Yakuza yet. That would come in time. Tonight was when the truth came out.

Kit looked up as the long limo came rolling to a stop. Kit approached the car, though he paused as he saw his reflection. He never got over just how good he looked. He glanced at his face in particular. When he had met Sam he'd been but a pup in the Yakuza but he'd been working his way up the ranks. Part of that had been growing a thin but distinct mustache, something that turned Kit on even more. It reminded him of Kazuo's very handsome, very uncommon beard. Kit reached and opened the door, expecting as usual for there to be a leather clad sex slave waiting for him. To his surprise there was only Kazuo.

"Kazuo-San..." Kit said in surprise, bowing his head in respect as he got into the car. Kazuo eyed the young man over.

"You aren't dressed properly for your meeting." Kazuo commented.

"I planned to dress on the way, I am sorry for not being more prepared." Kit replied, not making direct eye contact. Kazuo chuckled gently.

"Despite everything you've gone through you still have some humility. That is good." Kazuo said, "But just how humble are you?" Kazuo asked. His ringed fingers moved to start unzipping his pants, unbuttoning them carefully. He pulled at the fly of his red and gold silk underwear before his thick, hard cock slid out.

Kit licked his lips wantonly, finding it hard to resist before he moved forward. Kazuo watched the mustached upper lip slide down his meat pole, feeling the wet hot mouth embrace his rod. It wasn't long before Kit was sucking and slurping on it, rising and falling along its length in time with the car accelerating and decelerating. Kazuo moaned, leaning his head back, his hand moving to dig into Kit's fiery red hair. He never would have expected the plan to go so well.

"Kit, I have a very important mission for you tonight. I want you to seduce the ambassador's son. I know you've been working toward this for months, but when you are in the middle of passion you are to use this." Kazuo said, reaching over to tap a wooden box. The box was made from cherry wood, the lid inlaid with lighter colors in an intricate pattern. It looked ancient, highly cared for and specially maintained. Kazuo carefully opened the box, revealing that inside was red velvet holding a single sharp acupuncture needle and an ink well of sorts holding a blood red liquid. Kit's eyebrows rose in surprise, almost questioning.

Kazuo said nothing, watching the boy. When he did not pull off to ask the question, Kazuo ginned even more at his loyalty. He pushed Kit down on his cock to the hilt. Kit's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he sucked, his own cock hardening and tenting painfully in his pants. Kit didn't know why he got such a charge out of dominating other men, of making them his and yet he was reduced to such heights of pleasures being Kazuo's plaything. Perhaps it was the honor of the Yakuza's hierarchy, or maybe he just needed a real man to show him his lace. The cocky Kit that had risen to such heights had no place between Kazuo's knees. There he was merely a loyal servant.

Kit bobbed his head up and down, sucking harder and harder. His tongue slid into Kazuo's foreskin and slurped around. Then he teased the urethra before slathering down the side of the cock. Kazuo groaned louder and louder, thrusting into Kit's mouth. They were getting closer and closer to the hotel. Kazuo knew that Kit needed time to change but he couldn't help himself. His mind slipped over the thoughts of the men he had changed, the empire he had built. It was about time to take things to the next level. He knew everything was already in place.

"Kuso!" Kazuo shouted as he surprised himself with his orgasm. His balls tensed up and his shaft began to pump his thick seed into Kit's mouth. Kit pulled back until only the fat head of the Yakuza' boss's cock was in his mouth, letting the syrupy cum pour over his tongue. He savored every drop before gulping it down... and soon his black slacks were getting wet in the crotch from the young man's own orgasm. Just partaking in Kazuo's pleasure was enough to send him over the edge.

****

The doors to the Hotel New Hankyu Kyoto opened as Kit moved in, but he no longer appeared to be the Yakuza he normally was. His diamond stud earrings were replaced with gold rings. His suit was gone in favor of a long sleeve green and black striped t-shirt with another black shirt over the top, and his pants were simple jeans. Kit seemed far more normal, though he didn't blend into the conformity of the culture either. The loud colors and distinct look was just what Americans subconsciously searched for and it was what Sam had come to expect.

Kit moved through the lobby toward the elevators, running over everything in his own mind. Kazuo had helped him prepare the needle, to dip it in the elixir. He had explained that the room was filled with cameras and recording apparatus. This was what they had been planning for. Kit had no idea what Kazuo was capable of, or what was to come. It still seemed too fantastic to imagine... like arcane magic.

It wasn't long before Kit had pressed the button for the elevator and waited for the doors to open. The interior was reflective and golden, showing off every detail of the occupants. Kit stepped in and turned to face the doors, though as they started to close a thick arm reached in. The doors shuddered and retracted. Kit's brown eyes focused on the unfamiliar six foot two American that entered. He was in his mid thirties, had broad shoulders and his brown hair was shaved short. His clothes were non-descript and generic. He was quite unremarkable in every way other than his size. Kit waited for the doors to close before he started to focus back on the plan for the evening.

"Kit Jaeger?" The man asked. Kit looked at the man suddenly. How would this gaijin know his first name but not his last. Kit shook his head. The American grimaced, "We know who you are... and we're going to have to ask you to come with us."

"I refuse." Kit replied, reaching to press the button for the next floor for a prompt escape. As his arm extended, the man grabbed it. Feeling a hand around his wrist, Kit's martial arts kicked in. He elbowed the man in the throat and turned, pushing him against the back wall. The man was winded, but being as huge as he was he recovered quickly. Kit ducked under his advance and landed a blow to his shoulders, but none of it seemed to work. The elevator was too cramped for cat and mouse. Kit knew he had to change the game.

He wasn't sure what made him think of it, but his hand darted into his pocket and the box was opened. Having already been dipped, the needle was ready. Kit brought it out and down into the muscle bound man's neck. The man gasped, his blue eyes going wide. He reached up and pulled out the needle, but as the metal left his skin, there was a swirling of black beneath the flesh.

Kit retreated until his back was against the wall of the elevator. The swirling black seemed to take a moment to settle before it appeared as a kanji... The kanji for protector. The ink sunk in and faded into a proper tattoo, but it was far from finished. The ink began spreading down his neck and fanning outwards... and it brought with it other changes. The muscled man's skin was taking on a tan, the pink fading and the gold tones increasing. Blotches soon appeared in his blue eyes, turning hazel and then spreading out to brown... but the most distinct feature had to be that the man was actually shedding.

His brown hair sloughed out of his scalp, falling to the elevator floor, revealing a shaved head beneath. As the hair left, it revealed not a pale white scalp but a sun kissed tan one... and the head was not the shape that Kit had expected for an American. The man grunted and growled, looking as if his muscles were seizing up. The veins on his head pulsed, but so too did the bones. His head was starting to reshape and shift.

Kit watched in horror and fascination as the muscled man's brow bone became more angled, his ears became more accented, his nose shrank and became more diminutive. His eyelids extended and his chin changed. Before Kit's very eyes the man lost his western heritage and was becoming Japanese. His brown eyes blinked in confusion as his lips thickened. The changing pigment spread down his back, his chest, his arms. His hands changed and his entire posture was slowly shifting.

"Who are you?" Kit asked, feeling as if he had the upper hand.

"I... I..." The man muttered, but his body wasn't the only thing that was changing. His eyes snapped shut as he groaned. Kit took a step forward and reached into the man's pocket, fishing around before he brought out a heavy wallet. He opened it up only to find a badge inside, a badge for the FBI. The man was operating well outside his jurisdiction, but that alone was troubling. Kit closed the wallet and looked back with surprise. Standing before him was a giant muscled Japanese enforcer, a man with a body guard type of build.

It was clear that the arcane magic was powerful, that Kazuo's plan would work... but now came the question of what to do with the muscled lug. Kit reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, calling Kazuo for further instructions. As he waited for his Senpai to pick up. As he waited, he noticed a glint on the floor. Kit knelt down and picked up the needle, looking at it carefully. While it was as thin and discreet as an acupuncture needle, there seemed to be very tiny engravings in the metal. No doubt the elixir clung to the channels until introduced to the human flesh. It was an amazing design... but Kit would have to think about that later. Their plan was in jeopardy.

****

A light mist fell across Inari Mountain on the edge of the Kyoto prefecture, coming down on the tiled roof of the Fushimi Inari-taisha Shinto shrine. The dark trees seemed lush and perfectly maintained. There were mounds for personal prayer moving up the mountain, but the most distinct feature of all was on the approach to the shrine. Thousands of wooden Shinto gates created essentially a tunnel up the path towards the shrine. The gates were identical, painted black at the base and orange on the rest. Inscriptions ran up the sides vertically. The shrine celebrated Inari, a spirit known for prosperity and fertility. Successful business donated the torii gates to the shrine in celebration of their own well being.

It was a peaceful place, a place of calm center for Kazuo. It represented everything he sought in life. He wanted to be successful in business and in his own life. He approached the issue with deep reverence, so the cell phone call from Kit had come at a terrible time. Kazuo had moved back out of the torii to the base of the shrine grounds, holding the phone to his ear. He had taken part in the cleansing ceremony and wore a deep dark blue yukata, the light fabric rippling in the breeze.

"Kit, calm down." Kazuo replied in Japanese, "Just tell him that he is your bodyguard and he should wait in the next room. I'll arrange for the payment." Kazuo replied. On the other end Kit was unsteady, nervous and disturbed by everything that happened. Then came the question Kazuo had feared... "Kit, you are exactly who you are meant to be. Don't listen to the gaijin's lies. You are my k?hai, you are learning to be the best yakuza you can. Forget the rest." Kazuo said, "Dip the needle again as I showed you, the blood of Inari will do the rest." Kazuo said, pausing. He waited for Kit to calm down before he turned his phone off and returned it to his pocket. After taking a moment in silence, Kazuo turned and began moving back up the path.

The Yakuza boss passed through the torii, drifting off to one side of the pathway so as not to seem egotistical. He felt the shadows of the gates fall across him and as he approached the temple he could feel its serenity. It was a site visited by many tourists and businessmen alike, holding such significance.

As Kazuo passed beyond the last gate, he looked up at the shrine in its splendor. The curves of the roof were unique, the windows distinct, but most of all he was draw n to the statues outside of the building. Inari had been the harbinger of success and fertility, but she also had one other distinct feature. Her messengers were the foxes and kitsunes of legend. It was that attribute that brought Kazuo the most excitement and hope for the future. He took a deep breath and approached the shrine once more, this time intent on not being interrupted.

****

There was a knock at the hotel door, the boisterous and loud knock of an American. Kit moved over to the door and swung it open wide, looking out and up into the eyes of Sam Clayton, son of the ambassador to Japan. Sam looked like he had come from an Abercrombie and Fitch magazine, except perhaps that he was too big and muscular. His blond hair was sun kissed and perfectly tousled. There were faint freckles across his nose and cheeks and his eyes were an icy blue.

"Fuck, Dude, you went all out this time?" Sam asked as he entered, clapping a muscled arm around Kit's shoulders. Kit grunted a bit, thinking of Sam's strength as that of a bear. It had to be the football and wrestling.

"Business is going well for my father, I thought I would try something more comfortable this time." Kit said. His English was impeccable, though a little formal.

"So what do you have planned for us this weekend?" Sam grinned. He'd gone with his father on a lot of trips but ever since meeting Kit he'd been far more able to sink his teeth into the local culture. He loved their trips to the museums, to the theaters, and most importantly to the local food shops. Even though the locals looked at him as some strange sort of giant wandering the streets, he finally felt excited to be in such an exotic place.

"I have many options... Plinko Parlor, a bath house, a visit to the Geisha district in Gion... But I was hoping before we head out that we could talk a bit." Kit said.

"Sure buddy, whatever you want." Sam smiled, moving to take a seat on the couch. Kit moved over and settled next to the large man.

"Is it true that in America it is more accepted to be... gay?" Kit asked. Sam looked surprised by the question but considered.

"Uh, well... From what little I know... it seems like the two countries are on the same track, but in Japan it seems like it isn't made as public. When it is, there isn't the religious opposition to it that there is in America." Sam said, looking into Kit's rich caramel brown eyes. Kit nodded a bit, taking the information in.

"So if I was an American, one of your classmates... and I did something like this?" Kit asked, reaching over. His hand came to rest on Sam's groin before Kit began to massage through the jeans. Sam inhaled sharply, blushing fiercely.

"Kit..." Sam moaned, shocked by it all completely. That shock gave Kit the moment he needed. He moved over and kissed Sam, sucking on his lower lip almost possessively before he opened his own lips wider and deepened the embrace. Sam was confused and shocked, but Kit could feel he was turned on as well. The cock beneath his hand was hardening quickly. Kit broke the kiss and moved, bringing his mouth down on Sam's neck. He began to suck at the pale flesh, bringing the blood to the surface until he was well marked. The sting of pain made Sam gasp again.

Kit enjoyed keeping the big man off balance and moved to mark the other side of his neck, moving to straddle him. Before long the orange haired yakuza was grinding against his captive, feeling him get worked up more and more. As shocked as Sam was, though, his hormones were taking over. He reached down and fumbled with his belt, undoing the clasp and lifting his hips long enough to whip it out of the loops and toss it to the side. From there he started pawing at his fly.

"You must have lucky classmates." Kit replied with a grin, sliding his hands up Sam's shirt, sliding his fingers to the nipples before he began to pinch and rub, teasing him just enough before he slowly leaned back so his torso was upright. He took a hold of his shirt and began drawing it upwards. Sam's motions slowed, his eyes widening as he saw intricate interlocking patterns of tattoos curling around the edge of his back. Kit drew the shirt up more and more before tugging his arms out of the long sleeves, tossing the entire heap of cloth over into the corner. Kit grinned wide, feeling almost as if he had shed his disguise. His tattoos were no longer hidden, his identity no longer shielded.

"Those are some serious tattoos... Why didn't you tell me you had ink?" Sam asked, drinking in Kit's appearance. Kit leaned in slowly to Sam's chest, moving to trace his lips over his friend's ear.

"Because I am a Yakuza..." Kit said, grinding against Sam's groin tighter and harder, "I am a lot more dangerous than you have ever known." Kit said with glee before he moved to bite and suck on Sam's neck again. Sam writhed harder, panting and feeling his heart race... but this time it was out of sheer shock. His best friend had just revealed himself as a gang member - more than a gang member, a part of an international crime syndicate. It was clear that their meeting hadn't been an accident. Sam felt betrayed but also horny. He had no idea what to do.

It was in that moment of confusion that Kit reached into his pocket and drew out the wooden box, setting it onto the arm of the couch. He opened it up and drew out the needle. Keeping Sam distracted, he brought the needle over and pricked Sam's neck with it. The red dye drained out of the needle and into his flesh. Kit pulled back, watching with great anticipation, wondering just what would happen.

"What was that?" Sam murmured, reaching up to rub at his neck. His fingers traced back and forth over the flesh, but as he pulled them away it was clear it was already starting. The red dye had shifted colors, fanning out steadily. It took on pinks and purples, even greens. The image was blurry at first but soon grew more distinct with outlines worthy of a professional tattoo artist. The image itself was a lotus blossom.

"Beautiful..." Kit murmured to himself.

"What's beautiful, what did you... you do?" Sam asked, panting before he slowly closed his eyes, moaning louder. His entire body was starting to tingle and throb and Kit could feel it getting warmer beneath him. Kit leaned down to kiss and suckle on Sam's lip, savoring the flavor. Sam's responses had diminished as he reacted to the feelings in his body. The throbbing filled his muscles and bones, sinking down to his very core.

The athlete raised his left arm, gazing at it with his cool blue eyes. As he watched, he could tell his muscle mass was diminishing. His biceps and triceps were less defined and his forearm was growing narrower. He flexed his fingers, watching as even they became more diminutive. Sam pulled back from the kiss, looking at Kit with desperation, his face almost pleading.

"Kit, you gotta stop this... We've been through so much..." Sam begged. Kit shook his head slowly.

"My loyalty is to my Oyabun, the leader... I have seen this work before. You will like it I'm sure. I could make you enjoy it more." Kit offered, reaching to tug at Sam's pants. They slipped down from his waist and soon Kit was tugging at his underwear, revealing the young man's manhood. While still hard from their earlier play, Sam's eyes widened as he watched the flesh on the cock start pushing upward, the skin stretching and creeping over the mushroom shaped head of his cock.

Kit smirked, watching his friend change, reaching out to stroke the newly uncut cock. He pulled the skin up and down over the head, working it faster. Sam tried to resist but soon he was moaning again, writhing gently. What surprised them both was that his moan came out at a higher pitch, softer and more elongated. Kit growled in delight at that, pressing his lips tight against Sam's once more.

The Yakuza's hands began wandering Sam's body, massaging his warm flesh and he could feel it too. Sam's biceps were shrinking, his abs softening. His entire body was shrinking, but that mass had to go somewhere. At first Sam thought his head felt heavy because of the change, of being shocked or the jet lag. His beautiful blond hair was starting to shift, the long golden waves darkening toward the roots as the hair began growing outwards at an accelerated rate.

As the strands pushed out, the dark color spread, turning pitch black and creeping toward the tips. Sam moaned louder as black bangs slipped down over his eyes and he had to reach up and brush it back. Kit groaned louder, surprised by how Sam was getting sexier before his very eyes. His massages continued but they slid down to the former athlete's hips. Sam had always had a huge waist and it seemed that even as his stomach and the small of his back shrank, his hips remained as they were. The contrast made them seem rounded, his ass more of a bubble butt than before.

Kit dug his nails into Sam's hips and began tilting them upright, forcing Sam back harder onto the couch. His ass was slowly exposed, the cheeks pulling apart ever so gently. Kit reached down to finish adjusting his own pants before bringing out his hard member. He guided it between Sam's cheeks, tracing the cleft up and down carefully before he began to push in. Sam shuddered and his back arched at the sensation.

Sam thought to his few gay experiences; his locker room play in high school, his experimentation in college. He'd always taken the dominant position. He'd been the man, the beast, the fucker. Now he had been the hunted, the targeted and the seduced. It felt oddly comforting, even flattering. Kit had come for him, the attention was on him. Sam looked up at Kit in awe at that fact before his eyes clenched shut again.

A moan of pain and pleasure came off of his lips as they grew thinner and paler. Sam's muscles had been shrinking for minutes now, but the changes were taking deeper root. There were soft pops coming from beneath the skin of his arms as the bones began to contract slowly. Sam's long, powerful legs were becoming thin and shrinking as well... and all of that mass, all of that body that was ebbing away was converted into a mane of jet black hair. It cascaded down over his shoulders and down the back of the couch, hanging over his face and his ears. He kept reaching up to brush it back and every time he did, his face looked different.

Kit slid his cock into Sam's ass slowly, inch by inch, but his eyes were watching Sam's face. His eyebrows darkened from gold to black, his cheek bones rounded and softened and his jaw came to a finer point. Even his nose was changing. One loud gasp came as Sam's entire skull contracted just a bit, his head shrinking to match his smaller body. The gasp was followed by a shudder, his muscles fluttering around Kit's cock.

Kit groaned and closed his eyes as the muscles clenched and released around his. There was no denying what Sam was becoming. He was becoming slender, thin, receptive and almost beautiful. He was becoming the stuff of yaoi, a dreamy effeminate male that countless men and women would be smitten with. He was becoming a Bish?nen... and it made Kit all the hornier.

Kit had worked his way up from being a runt of the Yakuza to being a true male, an alpha dog. He was the aggressor, the hunter and he could have any man he wanted. Sam would be the perfect arm candy, the fuck toy he had always wanted. Kit bore his teeth and thrust in harder, sending several inches of cock into Sam's tightening ass.

Kit dug into Sam's hips with his fingers, holding on tight as he started to really fuck him in and out, faster and harder. Sam continued to pant and shiver, feeling his body change. The cock that was filling his ass felt bigger with every passing moment but that was on the account of his changing body. Sam felt new feelings filling him. He felt the need for a strong man, the desire to be fucked, a clingy need for Kit in general. He felt loved and pampered to be there, he felt a hunger to be ravaged.

Sam's oafish mannerisms were fading away, replaced with more subtle brushes of the hair, movements of the wrists and blinks of the eyes... Eyes that were changing. The shift was more subtle at first, the cool blue eyes growing brighter and more intense, turning green before darkening again to brown. The darkening eyes matched the black hair and soon the soft tones came to Sam's skin. The pinkish shrimp like hue took on more pearlescent qualities, coming closer and closer to matching Kit's.

The change in Sam's mass also made it harder to resist Kit's body weight. The presence of the Yakuza on his lap squished Sam lower and lower into the couch cushions until he was practically nothing but ass and hair showing. Kit fucked him harder, ramming deep into his ass, feeling bigger and tougher for the first time since they had known each other. Even the invisible hairs covering Sam's arms and legs disappeared, leaving him hairless and smooth in the remnants of baggy clothing.

Sam's high pitch moans grew louder and louder, his own cock throbbing hard. He lay there, being topped by Kit, unable to cope with the pleasure before he screamed out in bliss and went limp. As he slumped onto the couch, his remaining muscles fluttered and his cock throbbed, spraying out a thick silky sheet of cum onto his flat, smooth stomach. The fluttering muscles soon engulfed Kit's cock with warm motions and brought him over the edge. Kit cursed loudly as he came, spraying the most intense orgasm of his life into his former best friend, now his lover and pet. He panted hard before collapsing on him. Kit had never felt more powerful in his life.

****

The embassy office was silent. The video screen continued to play images, but all eyes were on the ambassador. The meeting with Mister Kojima Kazuo had been a surprise, but the visit had been expedited when it was revealed it had to do with the safety of the ambassador's son. They had been gathered and Kazuo put the video on. What had started as disgust and revulsion had turned into shock, fear, and then utter despair.

"There is no way that could be movie magic... Not all those angles." The ambassador murmured, lifting his head slowly, "How? Why? Why do that to my poor son?" he asked in feeble despair.

"Mister Ambassador... There is a way for you to get your son back, however that relies on you following the rules of my proposed agreement." Kazuo said slowly, "The changes were made possible by an ancient magic, a magic based on the power of prosperity. This is all a means to an end. Japan is destined to be a larger power in the world than it is today. Our community outreach is to spread further. This is what Inari wants." Kazuo explained, his English still fairly accented.

"If I help you, help Japan... I get my son back? You can reverse this?" The ambassador asked. Kazuo nodded slowly.

"Oh yes. He can return to normal for longer with each success you make. Trade, immigration, representation, business - there is no way too small for you to help Japan. I am sure we will come to a beneficial arrangement." Kazuo smiled wider.

"What if I can't? What if they won't listen?" The ambassador questioned.

"In the Yakuza there is no stronger bond than the father and his adopted sons... Sons outcasted or abandoned by their parents. I have many strong sons myself these days. While my goal is to see the prosperity worthy of Inari, I can settle for that." Kazuo said, turning and moving for the door. As his hand rested on the door knob, he turned and looked back over his shoulder, "If you try to tell anyone, no one will believe you. Our world is too jaded to believe in magic." Kazuo said before he opened the door and excused himself. The ambassador leaned back in his chair slowly, stunned and shocked by it all.

****

The limousine moved down the streets of Kyoto at a languid pace, allowing Kazuo time to sit in the back, gazing out of the windows at the city he loved so much. Shamisen music played from the speakers, contrasting the relaxed view with rapid pace music. Kazuo tapped his foot in time with the music as he lifted a small cup of sake to his lips and tipped it back. The rice wine flowed over his tongue and down his throat before he lowered it again. He loved Kyoto more than anywhere else in the world... It had even once been the capital of Japan, but the fact that Tokyo had taken that honor meant that Kyoto had been spared the bombings in World War II. It seemed for everything there was a reason.

The limo slowed as it pulled up in front of the hotel, coming to a stop. Kit was standing outside the hotel dressed in his suit once more, though this time he was accompanied by two others. One was a giant and muscle bound protector with a shaved head, the other a long haired thin playboy with a lotus tattoo on his neck. The protector moved over and opened the door for his master, allowing Kit to climb in, followed soon after by another.

"Kazuo-San." Kit said as he entered, moving to take a seat. "This is Sho, my new recruit." He added. The boy that Sam had become climbed in and moved to sit down hip to hip with Kit, taking the Yakuza's arm and hugging it with his. Sho looked quite content being so close to the man that had given him such pleasure.

"Sho." Kazuo said, giving a half bow of his head, "But tell me of your other friend..." Kazuo said, indicating the guard that was moving to get in the front of the limo with the driver. Kit nodded at that and dug into his pockets before pulling out the wallet, handing it over. Kazuo looked at the badge and then the ID cards, looking for anything that might tip him off before he came to a stop. Tucked near the back was a folded piece of paper. Kazuo took it out and carefully unfolded it.

The piece of paper had the address of the bath house on it, the bath house where Kazuo had recruited many of his members. More troubling than that was the stamp at the bottom of the piece of paper. The stamp was a circle with an armor clad warrior holding a spear in one hand and a tiny pagoda in the other. Kazuo's eyes narrowed sharply at that and he looked generally unsettled.

"Bishamon..." he muttered to himself before he reached forward and tapped on the glass. The partition rolled down, "Take us back to the temple at once." He instructed.

"What is it? What is going on?" Kit asked in surprise.

"Inari has been preparing for years for this, for all of this... Using us to spread her power and prepare for a new awakening. I believe that Bishamon might try to stop her. We have to figure out what to do." Kazuo said. Kit could tell his mentor was rattled and that alone scared him... but Kit knew that his life was good, no matter how strange it was. He would do whatever it took to protect his way of life and to make Kazuo happy... especially if it meant creating more sexy Yakuza in the process. Kit smiled at the thought and reached over, his fingers trailing through Sho's luscious hair, eliciting a soft murmur of delight from the young man.