Hayato woke up slumped on the sofa, his suit stiff with dried blood. Just a few feet away, Itsuki sat on the floor, carefully cleaning his katana and pistols. Each motion was calm, methodical like this was just another quiet afternoon.
From the kitchen, Miri's voice broke through.
"Seriously, what the hell were you even doing last night?" she snapped. "You could've at least changed those bloody clothes the whole place stinks!"
Hayato didn't move. He just blinked slowly, the exhaustion heavy in his eyes. Miri stomped closer, crouching near the sofa, glaring at him.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! What were you doing last night?"
Without a word, Hayato pushed himself up and walked past her, his steps dragging toward the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the air a few seconds later.
Itsuki sighed quietly. "Calm down, Miri. It's not even his blood."
Miri's eyes widened. "What do you mean it's not even his blood, stupid? Blood is blood!"
Itsuki's expression stayed unreadable as he set the pistol aside.
"The big shots are onto us they have been watching the house. Hayato was clearing out every possible threat last night."
Miri clenched her fists, still staring toward the bathroom door.
"So he killed them… all on his own?" she muttered, her voice trembling between anger and disbelief. "He could've died going alone like that!"
Itsuki paused, resting the clean katana against the wall. A faint, almost grim smile crossed his face.
"Like I said before," he replied quietly, "he's a monster. I've never seen anyone like him. If Hayato wants to wipe out an entire gang in one night, he'll do it without taking a single bruise."
He leaned back against the wall, expression hardening.
"But that's not the point. The gangs won't stay put after this. Word will spread fast. We need to stay on guard from now on."
Miri looked down, her jaw tightening. The thought of more bloodshed hung heavy in the air
The bathroom door creaked open, steam rolling out into the living room.
Hayato stepped out, a towel draped over his head.
"What's with the tense atmosphere?" he said casually, stretching his shoulders. "Miri-chan, mind making me some coffee? Extra strong."
Miri turned to him sharply, hands on her hips. "You've got some nerve asking for coffee after what you pulled last night!"
Itsuki looked up from cleaning the pistol, shaking his head slightly. Told you. He's acting like a brat he's not his usual self.
Hayato ignored the glare, slumped back on the sofa like nothing happened, and muttered with a faint grin, Can't start the day without caffeine.
He leaned back, drying his hair with the towel, his voice calm and casual.
"Let's have breakfast together," he said, glancing between Miri and Itsuki. Then we'll go see Miyu-chan.
Miri blinked, her anger softening a little. "That sound's perfect but isn't it too late for breakfast dumbass?"
Hayato gave a small smirk. "You can have breakfast whenever you want."
Itsuki exhaled quietly, setting down the cleaned weapons. "Guess we're playing family again today."
"Hey!!!," Hayato replied, walking toward the table. "You both are my family.. i mean what the hell that was so cringe forget what i said"
Miri sighed but smiled, setting up the table for breakfast eggs, toast, and black coffee just the way Hayato liked it. The three of them sat together in an uneasy silence, the faint hum of morning light filling the room.
After breakfas the three of them left for hospital to see miyu.
As soon as they step through the hospital doors, something feels off. The air is heavier than usual, the staff look nervous, and a few security guards rush past them without a word.
Hayato stops mid-step, eyes narrowing. Itsuki senses it too the faint shift, the kind of silence that only comes before chaos.
"Something's wrong," Hayato mutters.
Without another word, both of them sprint down the hall toward Miyu's room. Miri, startled, calls after them, clutching the bag of flowers. The sound of hurried footsteps echoes through the sterile corridor as Hayato and Itsuki shove through the corner.
Outside Miyu's room, two security guards lie unconscious on the floor. The door is slightly ajar, light spilling through the gap.
Hayato and Itsuki exchange a glance then rush in.
Inside, three men.
One sits casually beside Miyu's bed, hand resting on the chair's armrest, while the other two stand behind him like statues.
The seated man looks up and smirks.
"Well, well... long time no see, Kuroda. Or should I say… Kurogami the Black God himself."
Itsuki's blood boils.
"Who the fuck are you? What the hell are you doing in here!?"
He steps forward, but the air thickens a suffocating pressure slamming against his instincts. The man's aura feels like a storm ready to swallow everything.
Hayato places a firm hand on Itsuki's shoulder.
"Stand down, Itsuki.
I sense a little beast the man says with a smile it's not fair kuroda are you trying to create another monster??
Listen kid he points at itsuki and says do you know why am i calling him kurogami? Back in the day when he stepped from the shadows, they didn't see a man.
They saw the thing the underworld called Kurogami the god of death dressed in black.
Hayato cuts in "Yo, Nifumi. You've got some nerve showing your face. What the hell are you doing here? Got a death wish or something?"
Nifumi chuckles, flicking ash on the floor. "Easy, easy. I heard Kurogami went soft retired, living the family life with a couple of kids. Never thought I'd see you babysitting, old friend."
Hayato's stare darkens. "Old friend? Don't make me laugh, Aren't you here for my blood?.
Nifumi ignores Hayato and grabs miyu's hand and goes, What a fine lady. But in the next instant, Hayato had a pen pressed against Nifumi's throat, moving so fast it was as if he'd teleported. "Why don't we go outside and sort this out, Nifumi?" he said, flat and quiet.
The two men behind Nifumi instinctively reach for their jackets Hayato's gaze alone freezes them mid-move.
The air turns sharp, almost suffocating.
Nifumi's smile widened like a blade. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." He pushed himself up, smoothing his coat as if he were heading to a party rather than a grave.
Outside the room Miri's face blanched. "Hayato" she started, but he cut her with the same quiet steel. "Stay with miyu both of you,"
The door opened. The hospital corridor felt suddenly too bright, too clean like a stage. They walked out into the light, two predators sizing distance and breath.
They spill out into the alley like animals into light. Trash bins, wet bricks, the city reek pressing in. Nifumi walks with a grin pasted on, hands loose at his sides. Two of his men following him. They don't get to blink.
With a single, casual movement no shouting, no hesitation Nifumi levels a pistol and fires. One shot cracks. Another. Both men fold like struck mannequins, blood sweet in the cold air.
Hayato stands there, cigarette ember bright in his fingers, watching the two bodies slump. The smoke curls around him, wrapping the quiet like a veil.
"You're still one crazy bastard," Hayato says, voice flat as pavement.
Nifumi shrugs, the smile widening. "Not as crazy as you, old friend." He steps closer, "That young lady she reminds me of Hinata. You remember Hinata, right i mean how can you forget right? She looked like that once too."
"Don't," Hayato says. The single syllable is dry and hard.
"Ah, sorry too soon?" Nifumi feigns innocence, amusement bright and ugly. "Hinata was a good girl. I was rooting for you two, really. Shame how things went down." His voice softens in mock sympathy. "I don't blame you."
Hayato's hand is suddenly a steel vise at Nifumi's throat.
"I said stop it," Hayato snarls, voice close enough to burn.
Nifumi laughs. A short, wet sound that doesn't reach his eyes. "Okay, okay easy." He lifts his hands, palms out, nothing but theater. Hayato didn't crush Nifumi. Instead he let the hand fall away and reached into his pocket, and offered a cigarette.
Nifumi took it, grin loose and easy as he lit the tip. "You killed a lot of little dogs last night," he said, smoke curling. "And you pissed off the big ones. You were untraceable like you never existed but your little monster wasn't. That's how they found you. They hired Injin. All four of us, Kuroda. I know you ran Injin once, but you can't take all four of us and the other big shots at once."
He leaned closer, voice low and casual. "Look I don't give a single fuck about what happened in the past. You were right about plenty of things. You killed all of injin leaving just the four of us, I'm grateful to be alive but the other three is out there for your blood.
Hayato watched the smoke, expression unchanged. He didn't let anger lead him. "If they come," he said quietly, "they'll meet the same end as the rest of injin." The line was a flat promise, not a threat.
Then Hayato surprised Nifumi by asking, calm as a man ordering tea, "There's something I need. Find me Kuro."
Nifumi barked a laugh that turned into something sharp. "A legend looking for a ghost Kurogami hunting Kuro. That's rich." He clapped a hand on Hayato's shoulder, mock-affection warm and poisonous. "Kuro's long dead, man. Long gone. His son took over with the same name years ago, He's running the show. A spoiled freak who thinks he owns the docks."
Nifumi's grin widened into a warning-into advice. If you want to get to him, you don't just punch one head. You burn the whole nest. Destroy Injin, cut the rest of those gangs out, and then maybe you reach him. Otherwise you'll just be feeding them trophies."
Hayato took the cigarette at his lips, inhaled, and let the smoke drag out slow. So you're telling me I have to fight an entire underworld to find one boy that's cute. His voice didn't carry surprise. It carried plans.
Nifumi shrugged, the casual shrug of a man who's already counted futures. "Pretty much. You ready to start a war? I wanna see the Infamous KUROGAMI again who singlehandedly destroyed injin and gave unforgettable scars to the remaining four"
Hayato's eyes were the color of iron. He ground the cigarette under his shoe.
Nifumi flicks ash, grin flat. "I don't give a shit about money, Kuroda. You know that. If you're gonna start a war, I want to be on the winning side not digging graves for someone else. Fuck Injin. Let's burn the rest of them down. You need guys like me, Kuroda. Your little beast? He ain't that strong yet.
Hayato's jaw tightens. "You haven't changed, selfish bastard." The words land like a cold cut. "Listen that kid of mine, He's Itsuki. He's hunting. He's not playing at revenge. Somebody from Black Fang put Miyu in a coma. Years gone, and she's still asleep."
Nifumi's grin falters for a heartbeat curiosity as he says He kinda reminds me of your younger self.
Hayato leans in ignoring what he said, voice low "Find me the man who did that, And I'll let you ride with me. But you cross me, or you lie? You're dead, Nifumi. No bargaining."
Nifumi laughs, the sound rough. "So I work for you now because of a girl? Cute." He pockets the cigarette, eyes glittering. "Fine. I'll look. But don't act like you don't need me pass the info when she was attacked I'll get you your man from the inside."
Hayato : Kurosawa Park 1991 January 20th around 2:15 a.m
Nifumi walks out the alley saying consider the job done.