[ WP ] You 're under cover as a member of the Yakuza , an infamous gang in Japan . During a meeting on the forty-third floor of one of their hotels , one of the members picks up a phone and yells something in Japanese ... `` Traitor ''

`` ***Satsu no INU GA...? ***'' 
 
 The Chinpira yelling into the phone about some police dog was Yamashita Mochizuke, aka *Yanmo*. Everyone else was quiet. Okashira, the boss, the Kyodai, which are the Brothers, including Aniki, Big brother and the Shatei. That was us. The runts, the new comers, although as far as runts go, I was in a very favorable possible. They'd said I was next in line for Aniki, if the Aniki became Wakagashira, young boss. 
 
 As far as low-live Chinpira go, Yanmo was one of the puny one. He'd been sucking up to Aniki for over a year, lighting his cigarets and threatening anyone who did n't talk to him proper. He thought he was earning his place. I heard Aniki talk about pinning bad deals on him if they went South, more than once. Even suggested we approach him if that happened. He was a sad excuse of a Yakuza. It'd take next to nothing to break him. 
 
 `` *Doko ni irunda to, oi?! *'' 
 
 Someone blabbed. Could have been one of our own. Just like I got into their clan, their had their own men inside our ranks. I kept my cool. There was nothing in my backstory that was n't true. There was no file with my birth name in it within the Department. I was n't even real police. Nowhere did it say I was. We'd up and done this deal in the purest Yakuza style, me and the Captain. He was Eta, which the good society people call buraku - an untouchable, like me. That's why I trusted him, why I accepted the deal. That's also how I found my way into the Yamaguchi clan so easily. Most of us are considered dirty from birth, stained for ten generations because our ancestors defiled our bloodline by handling dead meat, and burrying corpses. 
 
 I was a highschooler once. A good student, too. My teachers, they liked me, because I worked hard, and kept my ears wide open. But then, they heard, and the `` attaboys'' stopped coming, and they said `` forget about University, go find a job at some gas station or something''. I became angry. I became violent. That's when the Captain found me. `` *There's another way*,'' he said, `` *You can do a lot of good, for our people and for this country* he said. And I believed him. It made me feel good. Like a superhero, with a secret identity. Even when I held my gun to some rival Chinpira's mouth, or kicked some clubowners face in, even when I ripped bills from the hands of crying gamblers, I kept feeling good. 
 
 *They can kill me, for all I care. I've already given the Captain everything he needs*. 
 
 Yanmo turned around around and bowed his head up and down towards the Okashira. 
 
 `` Boss, sir. It's Brother Okko. He says he's heard that there's a police dog in the room *right now*.'' 
 
 I did n't look sideways. I was n't not scared. Neither did most of the other shatei, because they did n't feel guilty. But then, there was Kanda. Buff kid, only joined a little over a month ago. Aspiring boxer, or failed one, that was n't clear. Did n't even have any ink on him yet. He was sweating like a rat in a wool sock. 
 
 *Nani yattenda, kono doaho*. What the hell is this idiot doing, that wass the first thing that went through my head. I was n't the only one who saw it. So did the Okashira. And the Kyodai. Even most of the Shatei did. All the glances slided to him now, and this dumbass started to shake. 
 
 *I'm doing good, * I told myself. 
 
 `` Kanda,'' the Okashira called, in a calm voice. 
 
 `` Y... Yes boss.'' 
 
 He took out a cigaret, which Yanmo rushed in to light up. One whiff, then he asked: 
 
 `` Are you cold, boy?'' 
 
 `` N... No sir.'' 
 
 `` Ooh...'' the Okashira moaned as he breathed in the smoke. `` Then why do you shake so much?'' 
 
 The boy looked to his left, then to his right. That's when he saw a gun on his right temple. 
 
 *Kono aho*. That idiot. 
 
 `` *Yare*,'' the boss said, and the shot went off. A couple of the shatei jumped back into their seats as the kid's head recoiled and crashed into the brown sofa. Blood spattered. Brain bits flew into the air. I got some on my face, but I did n't move. 
 
 *For our people. For our country. * 
 
 The Okashira took another whiff. 
 
 `` Rabid dogs,'' he whispered in a low, hoarse voice, `` ought to be put down right away.'' 
 
 Not even an eyebrow. Not a single muscle on my face. The Okashira sighed, and I let out a tick. 
 
 `` *Kono inu me, noumiso made hiromariyagatte... *'' That idiot, even his brains, he'd spreading around. In the corner of my vision, I could see Aniki smilling. The Okashira chuckled. 
 
 `` Tochi,'' he said, `` Always making me laugh.'' 
 
 I grinned and bowed. *I'm doing good, *'' I tried to tell myself one last time, but from the bit of my tongue to the last of my gut, I felt the burn of acid and the bitterness of dirty blood pour into me. 
 
 It did n't matter how much good I did anymore. The biggest part of me was already dead.
