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MidReal Story
The Yakuza Boss’s Tattooed Love
Scenario:A woman Solstice Skye 25 is a tattoo artist in Japan working on several people with criminal ties however she wasn't ready for one client a Yakuza boss- shijma and started to form a friendship not knowing what he was until shijima found her attacked in her shop
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Solstice Skye
independent, and strongwilled. Solstice runs her own shop in the red light district and takes pride in her work. She has a closeknit group of friends, including Akira and Hiro. Despite her tough exterior, she has a soft spot for children and volunteers at an orphanage. Her life takes a turn when she's attacked by a rival tattoo artist and later meets Shijima, the Yakuza boss who saves her.
Akira
brash, and outspoken. Akira works at Solstice's shop and is known for her brash humor and love of parties. She introduces Solstice to the Yakuza by inviting Shijima to one of their events. Akira's carefree attitude hides her own troubled past where she was once part of a gang before turning her life around.
Hiro
reliable, and cautious. Hiro works behind the counter at Solstice's shop handling business tasks like scheduling appointments and managing supplies. He's observant of the shop's dynamics and often provides support to Solstice when tensions rise with other clients. His reserved nature often makes him seem like a background figure but he plays a crucial role in the group.
I was a tattoo artist in Japan.
At 25 years old, I had my own shop in the red-light district of Tokyo.
I worked with my best friends, Akira and Hiro.
We took pride in our work and built a reputation for being the go-to tattoo artists in the area.
We worked on many people with ties to organized crime, but I never expected to be ready for one particular client.
He was a Yakuza boss and one of the most feared men in Japan.
Before I met him, I wasn’t ready.
But when I finally did meet him, everything changed.
I wasn’t ready for how my life would change after meeting him.
I wasn’t ready for the friendship that would form between us.
I wasn’t ready for the way they would take over my life and protect me from everything.
But most of all, I wasn’t ready for the way I would fall in love with him.
He was the Yakuza boss of the Osaka chapter.
He had strict rules and demanded loyalty from his men.
When he came to my shop for a tattoo, I wasn’t ready for the way he would look at me.
I wipe down my station methodically, pretending not to notice the heavy footsteps coming from the front of the shop.
The buzz of idle tattoo machines is the only sound in the shop.
My eyes flick to the mirror on the wall, and I catch Akira’s glance before she disappears into the back room.
The door chimes ring as another customer enters.
I hear him talking to Hiro in hushed tones.
They walk past me, stopping at my station.
He’s tall and dressed in an impeccable black suit, his face emotionless as he looks down at me.
I don’t have to look up to know who he is.
The traditional tattoos peeking out from his collar and sleeves are a dead giveaway.
I continue arranging my tools, my hands steady as I work, even though my heart is racing inside my chest.
He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his eyes on me.
The air feels charged with tension, and I force myself not to look up at him. Finally, I finish arranging my tools and turn to face him.
Forcing myself to meet his gaze, I gesture towards my chair.
"Please, have a seat," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
He nods slightly and sits down, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I hear you're the best," he says, his voice low and measured, "and I need someone I can trust for what's coming next."
I motion for him to take a seat in my chair, trying to keep my expression professional.
He nods and sits down, his movements fluid and confident.
As he removes his suit jacket, I can’t help but notice the intricate tattoos already covering his arms and chest.
They’re masterfully done, with dragons and koi fish swimming across his muscled back.
He hands me a carefully folded piece of paper, his eyes never leaving mine.
I take it from him, unfolding it slowly.
The design is of a phoenix, its wings spread wide as it rises from the ashes.
It’s beautiful, and I can’t help but feel a sense of awe at the level of detail that has gone into creating it.
"This will go on my right shoulder blade," he says, his voice low and smooth.
I nod, studying the design more closely.
It’s going to be a challenge to get it just right, but I’m confident that I can do it. I lay out my inks and prepare the transfer paper, my hands moving quickly and efficiently as I work.
The man watches me intently, his eyes following every movement I make.
I can feel his gaze on me like a weight, but I try not to let it distract me from what I’m doing.
Once I have everything ready, I turn back to him and gesture for him to remove his shirt.
He does so without hesitation, revealing the full extent of his tattoos.
They’re even more impressive up close, and I can’t help but feel a sense of admiration for the artist who created them.
I place the transfer paper against his skin, smoothing it out carefully to make sure that it’s even and symmetrical.
He watches me intently as I work, his eyes never leaving mine.
I can feel the tension between us building with every passing moment, but I try not to let it affect me. Once the transfer paper is in place, I pick up my tattoo machine and begin working on the outline of the design.
The machine hums softly as I move it across his skin, creating a steady line that follows the curve of his shoulder blade.
He doesn’t flinch or react in any way as I work, even though I know that getting a tattoo can be painful at times.
Instead, he simply watches me intently, his eyes never leaving mine as I work. The shop is quiet except for the sound of my tattoo machine humming softly as I work.
"Why a phoenix?" I ask, trying to keep the conversation light.
He pauses, then replies, "A new beginning is coming, and I need to rise stronger than before."
Akira reappears from the back room, her eyes widening slightly as she overhears, "Does this mean what I think it does?"
I continue working on the outline of the phoenix, my machine buzzing steadily as I trace each intricate feather.
The shop is quiet except for the occasional sound of street noise filtering in through the windows.
Akira brings us each a cup of tea, lingering by my station for a moment longer than necessary.
She exchanges a look with Shijima, and I can tell that they’re communicating silently.
I focus on my work, trying to ignore the tension between them.
Once I’ve finished the outline, I pause to wipe away any excess ink and clean my machine.
Shijima sits up, stretching his shoulders slightly.
"Have you noticed any suspicious customers lately?" he asks me.
Before I can answer, a rock crashes through the front window of the shop, sending shards of glass flying across the floor.
I drop my machine, watching in horror as the glass rains down.
Shijima is on his feet instantly, pushing me behind him and scanning the street through the broken window.
My hands are shaking as I bend down to pick up some of the larger pieces of glass.
"I’m so sorry," I say, glancing up at him.
"This is terrible. I’ll pay for the damage."
He grabs my wrist, stopping me from picking up any more glass.
"Leave it," he orders, his voice firm.
Akira comes running out of the back room with a broom, but he waves her away too.
"Wait," he says, his eyes still fixed on the street outside.
He pulls out his phone and dials a number, speaking rapidly in Japanese.
I can’t understand what he’s saying, but his voice is low and threatening.
Within minutes, two black cars pull up outside the shop.
Men in suits get out and begin examining the broken glass and questioning passersby. Shijima keeps me at his side as we watch them work.
His hand is still firmly wrapped around my wrist, and I can feel his tension radiating off him in waves.
"What’s going on?" I ask him quietly.
He doesn’t answer, his eyes still fixed on the men outside.
"Everything changes from here," he replies, releasing my wrist as the men outside nod in his direction.