Kuroikoi. Meaning Black Carp. As far as I can make out, knowing what I know about this company, this is meant to represent the company’s beautiful, simple, yet intricate products.


Industrial, futuristic pachinko machines that automatically change their pins and holes daily, meaning that you can never plan for them. Playing cards that are ever so expertly designed that you could run a knife across the seamed corner and still not be able to split it. Slots that intentionally appear to be patterned so that just when the player makes a large bet, they lose. Despite Japan outlawing gambling, they still managed to nearly master gambling products.


Notice my word choice there. Nearly. Now, while LaVey Entertainment does not have their innovations and technologies, we are 8 the best in getting people to keep playing and to bet higher. We have also nearly managed to master gambling products. So, imagine the profit to be made in a working agreement between us. Sleek, creative machines that know how to get the most money out of the player. It’s a casino mogul’s wet dream.


“Landing at Kansai Airport in 20 minutes.”


Kuroikoi have never really been enemies with us. I mean, we tend to stay out of each others territory. LaVey Entertainment targets smaller casinos, like the Indian casinos in Arizona, and racetrack casinos, as well as a few select Vegas locales. Kuroikoi stays in Europe, and controls practically every pachinko parlour in Japan. We have a nearly equal net value.


“Landing at Kansai Airport in 10 minutes.”


Now, you guys have seen me meet up with businessmen before, but you have never seen me fly out to where the businessmen work. So, why am I coming to them? They offered to come to me in San Francisco and everything! As fun as Japan is, I didn't come for vacation. I didn't come for NJPW either.


“Mr and Mrs LaVey, we apologize for any turbulence.”


I came to fight.




The intercom lights up with a heavily accented voice the second I arrive.


“LaVey, please report to Terminal 10. Aijin Fukuda is waiting with your transportation.”

Ophelia turns to me and makes a click noise with her mouth.


“We're a ways off from the nearest terminal. Maybe I can indulge a little?”


She points at a massage booth, and I roll my eyes.


“Oh no, you sat and laid down on a private plane for 12 hours. It's not like you have padding.”


I quickly poke her butt, currently adorned with those linen pants that are loose around the calves, but skintight around the bottom.


“Fiiiine. You can do it later then.”


“Don't have any issues with that.”


We arrive at the Terminal, and I see a woman leaving in a limo, but just before she gets in, she looks back and smiles. My brow furrows as I watch the limo drive off.


“What are you looking at?”


“Let's just say that people usually stare at you instead.”


I get inside of our shorter white limo and the driver starts to head over to Kuroikoi HQ. When we arrive, we get out, and the limo driver speeds off.


“Mr and Mrs LaVey?”


I turn my attention from the limo to the woman in front of us… the same woman from the airport. She is about 5’8, and wearing business wear that reminds me of Ophelia's usual work get up. Even down to being tight around the bust and hips.


“Yes. Ms. Fukuda?”


She nods, and the three of us bow. Ophie and I follow her inside, and we are taken aback by the black and dark grey interior of the building. The roof seems to be impossibly high, seeing as the outer building is only 4 stories tall.


Off to our right is a waiting area, with 8 chairs seemingly erected from the ground itself, and a Koi pond in between the chairs. The Koi are, fittingly, black and white, despite black not being a natural color for Koi.


We go into an elevator, and Miss Fukuda says what apparently means “Down”, and we begin a seemingly endless ride downwards. The doors open to a large, black-walled meeting room.


“We are not able to have all the investors here today, so the meeting shall be tomorrow instead. For now, may you please place any files pertaining to the meeting on the table?”


Ophelia and I nod, take out our manila envelopes, and place them down on the black table. We turn around to see Ms. Fukuda suddenly holding two large bricks of money.


“This is Two Million Dollars in Yen. Please enjoy your stay in Osaka.”


“Oh, uhh, thanks Ms. Fukuda.”


“Call me Aijin.”


She walks off to a stairwell on the other side of the room, and Ophie and I walk into the elevator.


“Why do I feel like I already know what the word Aijin means? I don't know a lick of Japanese.”


“Let me look it up. Hey Google, what's Aijin in English?”


The phone loads for a second.


“The English word for the Japanese Aijin is Mistress.”

Overall Record: 2-8-1.

1x Federweight Champion.

Shitlist: Izzy Ravenwolf, Nate Higgers.

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