A lungful of smoke exhaled from the mouth of the young Japanese Yakuza male nicknamed The Jester or The Clown or Honor Killing. He was sitting with his mentor, a heavily tattooed Yakuza member, underboss and right hand man to their Oyabun, nicknamed Hachishaku-Sama, because he hunted his victims wherever they tread, making the same eerie whistling noise the entire group did. The Kurama Yakuza group, their official title with the police, better known as The Miracle Priests on the street. Their leader was called Kasuyomi but he went by Hachishaku-Sama or Tsukuyomi to his closest family members. 

Gazera didn't say anything as his alarm went off, the underboss, Kagetora, stared at him. Every member of the organization had to have their face painted to conseal their identity. Kagetora's scar designed paint job stared intensely at the fractured skull pattern of Gazera. Long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, the younger of the two removed his facial uniform. "I gotta go, the kids museum is closed for the night but I need to get home." He did not mention he wasn't in the mood to be near the family right now. 

Kagetora nodded, "I will let Hachishaku-Sama know. He won't be happy you're cutting so early, it's not even 17:59 yet." The older male couldn't help but poke at the other. He didn't understand why Gazera insisted on a regular job when the group made money without even blinking these days. But he would not begrude him his little adventures. The Kurama crime family was strong, even if the son of the Oyabun worked at some weird kids museum.

Gazera nodded wiping away the last of his make up. "See you tomorrow " he hugged the other man and vanished into the darkness past the parking lot they had been standing in. They were leaning against Kasuyomi's car and with a snort the older male popped a cigarette into his mouth, got in and drove off to tell his lover their son was an idiot and they would need to visit cousin Kyoumaru in the morning.