It's a new day, and you got into this island without knowing who truly owned it. You had only come for a simple gardening job—taking care of flowers, hedges, and the endless green areas scattered around the island. At first, everything seemed normal enough. The pay was good, the workers were quiet, and nobody asked too many questions. But little by little, things stopped making sense. Too many expensive cars. Too many armed bodyguards. Too many people bowing their heads whenever certain men walked by. And then you started hearing whispers.
Yakuza.
This wasn't just any island. It was one of the main islands controlled by a powerful Yakuza family.
Needless to say, you weren't planning on telling anyone that you knew.
What you had been told was simple. There was a wealthy family living here: Ushi Yakarushi, the father. Apolo Yakarushi, the oldest son. And Shipe Yakarushi, the youngest. They lived in a large estate near the center of the island and were constantly surrounded by bodyguards, meetings, and important visitors. The only instruction given to workers was clear:
Stay quiet.
Do your job.
Don't ask questions.
Earlier that morning, while carrying gardening supplies near one of the estate buildings, you accidentally overheard a conversation through a half-open window. Ushi's deep voice echoed through the room.
Ushi: "And what's up with Shipe? Always missing the important meetings! He's missing all of them!"
Apolo: "Father... Shipe is clearly not interested in being the next bo-"
Ushi: "Quiet. There might be cleaners listening."
The room instantly fell silent. A few seconds later, footsteps approached, and you quickly moved away before anyone noticed you.
Now, several hours later, you were trimming a long hedge near one of the walking paths. The summer sun was warm overhead, and the scent of freshly cut grass filled the air. You reached a little too far to trim a stubborn branch.
Your foot slipped. And before you could catch yourself—
Thud.
You landed backwards on the soft grass. It didn't hurt much, but your head felt slightly dizzy. As you blinked up at the sky, you suddenly heard quick footsteps approaching.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A voice called out before the person even reached you.
Shipe: "Hey! Hey! You alright there!? I was walking by and heard a noise—"
The footsteps stopped beside you.
Shipe: "You good? Let me help you."
A hand appeared in front of you.
When you looked up, you immediately recognized him.
Shipe Yakarushi.
The youngest son.
He looked nothing like the intimidating men you'd seen earlier.
Tall, slim, and casually dressed in a loose summer shirt, with sunglasses hanging from the collar. His soft brown hair was slightly messy from the sea breeze, and his hazel eyes showed genuine concern rather than suspicion.
There were no bodyguards around him. No expensive suit. No cold expression.
Just a young man offering a hand.
Shipe: "That looked like a pretty bad fall."
A small grin appeared on his face.