On this day, December 2nd, 1986… I Ryo Hazuki do so swear that I will have my vengeance on the man who killed my father, the man I know only as Lan Di. I will leave this journal as a chronicle of my journey in the hopes that history will remember me, both the good and the bad. And when I have my vengeance, or die in the pursuit of it, history may judge me accordingly.

-Ryo Hazuki (Age 18)

Wednesday, December 10, 1986

Dec 10th, 1986



[Start] Revengeance Fund: 1050¥


                Today has been… a pain in the ass. I fed the cat, managed not to spend any money for the most part. I sparred with Fuku-san, I won, naturally, cause I’m a beast! And I went snooping around the house again, only to find… mother fuckers have been holding out on me AGAIN! While searching through Dad’s area of the house I find a secret move manuscript, and while searching Fuku-san’s room I find another. That dirty rat bastard has been studying moves in secret trying to get the one up on me. I’ll certainly show him. Also while going through his stuff I discovered a few magazines of his pornography, and I have to say, if Tom was here he’d say something to the extent of “This makes Jesus cry.” Wiggy shit.

                I called the number from the letter today, the letter belonging to Master Chen. I got a very dry voice that responded to me in a gibberish I didn’t quite catch right away. Brain storm suddenly made me remember it was the gibberish from the back of the Dad’s Chinese letter. So I responded with what it said on the back. Thank god I remembered, lord knows where I’d be if I hadn’t. He said “Father’s Heaven,” the response was “Nine Dragons.” Next was “Mothers Earth,” the response was “Comrades.” I remember seeing that somewhere in my house before but I can’t remember where. Anyways it turned out it was some kind of password, the voice told me “Warehouse Number Eight.” So I said, “Put Chen on the phone now or somebody dies!” I don’t know why they hung up. Okay maybe I didn’t say that exactly, but they did hang up on me when I asked about Master Chen.

                I now had a new bit of information, someone was waiting for me at Warehouse No. 8, and they had information I needed. Problem was in a city like Yokosuka, Warehouse NO. 8 doesn’t exactly narrow it down. I asked around and eventually was given the suggestion to call the information number to try and get some info on the number I called. So I dialed 104, and came up with nothing, operator told me to fuck off. Bitch. Nozomi wants an answer and to be in a relationship with me, but I ain’t got time to be dating, not this moment. She just wants to screw every now and again I’m down for that. But she ain’t that type of girl and I’m not asking or begging for it, so it is what it is.

                With no leads as to information on the number, I went to… the phone book. The area code for the number says its in Amihama. That gives me a hint to where the Warehouse is. So I asked around and found out that Amihama is the Harbor district. So warehouse at the harbor, where the Chinese Cartel has an operation… this is definitely what I needed. And there is a bus stop over by the smoke shop where the bus comes by every 30min on weekdays. So without further delay I made my way to Amihama.

                Bus fare was a bitch, but with about 1000¥ to my name what else can I do. When I got there found a few punks from my school, some delinquents I haven’t had the pleasure of stomping recently. They were shaking down some kid for his money when, and I’m not proud of this… I stepped up to them and shouted, “Hey… um… don’t you know that black mail is not cool!?” I feel like such a weenie. I might punch myself before bed for that remark. I gave each of them a free hit handicap, then proceeded to knock the shit out of them, twist arms, and kick ribs, as is my custom. And off they went, into the night. It’s good to be me sometimes.

                I asked around and found warehouse 8, snuck in ninja style, and started snooping around. After about 10 minutes of searching the place I discover that, oh joy… it’s the wrong Warehouse No. 8. Apparently there are 2 areas with warehouses in the harbor, separated by a fence and each one has a Warehouse No. 8. Well fuck. I get to where the old Warehouse No. 8 is, only to find its crawling with security guards. I tried my best to sneak in, but wound up losing my way and getting caught.

                Bastards ejected me, and called Ine-san to let her know I’d been ejected. Fuckers rummaged through my wallet and found my student ID. I have no idea why I even keep it on me, I don’t go to school. So I got fucked. On my way out I found a map of the old warehouse district along with the location of warehouse 8, copied it down real fast in my notebook and then started back home. Security would be to tense and alert to try again tonight. Have to go in tomorrow. Got home after 11, Ine-san was not pleased with me. I got scolded… by the old lady that I allow to live in MY house, and steal from me. I’m on to you bitch.

                My punishment is no allowance tomorrow. This bitch is going too far. One of these days I may have to end her, or locate Dad’s will so I can fire her and boot her ass out of my house. Her and Fuku-san.



                Gonna try for the warehouse again tomorrow. Going in at night, gonna spend the rest of the day studying the map I drew. I’m getting in there tomorrow night come hell or high water.

               

[End] Revengeance Fund: 820¥

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