Spike was inside of his house, packing at one-fifteen in the morning. The flight would be going at four in the morning and the airport was not far from his home. Spike’s travelling bag was purple coloured and had his tattoo on both sides, it was his signature if you will.

The bag was filled with clothing and money. The money was in stacks inside of a plastic zipper bag and it was all a total of three million yen. Roughly (27154,95 bits). Spike had packed in all of his fancy suits and things he would need. Of course, he was flying privately but he was still bringing his passport and other ID with him.

He had called the sirens and they were in a rush to pack everything. He knew that those three were famous, but they had not flown a private plane owned by a rich yakuza. The plane on the inside was essentially gold. Pure gold.

Spike finished his packing and closed the bag and grabbed it from the side and walked out of his room and down the stairs to his living room. He had ordered a few of his men to drive him and the sirens to the airport.

Spike’s father, Goro Majima Senior had wanted to teach Spike how to control his men and showed him the ropes of controlling them. Spike knew how to do so. You hit them if they step out of line... to death...

Nonetheless, Spike had not told his beautiful sirens about it. They knew he was yakuza, but not that he had men that were fighting for him and took orders from him. Spike did not want to frighten them with them having to watch what they say so they don’t offend him. Spike could tolerate the sirens because they were kind and gentle. They cared about him and he cared about them.

Spike heard a knock on the door and he went to open it. Spike was wearing a yellow suit and purplish-blue pants. It was to honour the sirens. He opened the door and speaking of the devil, the sides were there. They all looked excited.

”Come on in, the limousine should be here soon.” Spike said, ushering them inside. The dazzling's we're all wearing winter coats with their colours and red pants and black boots. Adagio looked over at Spike who was checking his watch on his left arm. Her eyes went wide when she realized what it was.

”Spike–Chan, is that a Rolex?” Adagio had always wanted one but she could not afford it. Spike looked at her and smiled at her. It was the last gift he got from his mother.

The other two sirens looked and gasped.

”Yes it is.” Spike answered. ”It was the last gift I got from my mother. It is worth more than any amount of money.” Spike then put his thumb and index finger on the watch. The thumb was close to the nine and the index finger was close to the three. He then somehow opened it and it revealed a picture of him and a woman the sirens assumed to be his mother.

The woman was wearing a red trench coat and looked to be human. She had chocolate brown eyes and brownish-black hair. She was holding hands with Spike and Spike was wearing the same attire as the one he had one Nightmare Night but smaller, no older than nine or ten. He looked extremely happy.

The sirens noticed Spike let out a tear but he quickly covered it. He closed it. The Rolex was made from gold. The numbers were dots but there was a large stretch of white on twelve, three, six and nine. He used his left hand to clutch his right arm. It was as if he was trying to hold his emotions inside.

The sirens went and comforted him. He needed it. Adagio was in the middle, Aria was to his right and Sonata was to his left. Spike hugged Adagio gently. He had tried to ”man up” and never show emotion and ignore them but he has realized that it is bad. Sure, it may be good in some situations but it will eventually lead to his downfall.

They were like that for a few seconds before he let go. He needed that. He had to look strong in front of his men though. He was happy while the big lasted. He looked at the three of them and smiled.

”Thank you, I needed that.” They smiled at him.

”No problem Spike–Chan!” They said in unison.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Spike went to open it up and he saw that it was one of his men. He was a dragon with blueish pink scales and red amaranth red eyes. He had no hair or spikes. He was wearing a red suit with a white shirt and grey pants. His shoes were black and resembled sneakers but we’re fancier. He bowed to Spike and spoke in Equestrian strangely.

”Boss, we are here to pick you and your girlfriends up.” He said, bowing still.

The sirens looked at Spike oddly. Boss? He has not said anything about having men working for him. They did blush on the other hand when the worker said ”girlfriends” they did not correct him though, that is what they were aiming for.

”Alright, I'll take the bags, you just get in the limousine.” Spike said, leaving no room for argument. Not that his work would have tried. Spike was the boss and if he said he was gonna do something, then he was gonna do something.

Spike walked into the living room and picked up his bag with ease. He walked past the sirens and headed outside where the limousine was and went to the trunk of it. He opened it with his left hand and placed the bag inside. The sirens walked out and felt a little bit on edge over the fact that they were working for Spike. They felt like that they were out of place.

Spike walked to the backseat of the limousine and one of Spike’s men who had been waiting opened the door for him while another one took the sirens’ bags and they joined Spike in the backseat. Adagio and Aria gasped in shock. The inside was beautiful! By the edges of the limo was yellow light shimmering between yellow, purple, green, brown and blue. To the left and right were seats and in the middle was a trolley with no wheels that had alcohol. Sonata was shocked and she looked to Spike who was sitting on the left side. She hugged him tightly.

”Thank you, Spike–Chan! I will reward you somehow!” She could not believe that a few months ago, she was one of their fangirls of his and wanted to get inside of his pants and now she was inside one of his limousines. She looked to make a good impression on his father.

Spike smiled softly. Adagio and Aria sat on the right side, facing Spike while the two yakuza members of Spike sat to the right of Spike. They gave Spike an amused look but did not show anything else. Spike’s driver started the limousine and they were off towards the airport.

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On their way there, Aria had a few questions. She was not angry about the fact that Spike did not tell them that he had men working for him, it just came as a surprise is all. She shifted her gaze over to Spike who had his feet on the limo floor and his arms crossed, starting up at the limo roof.

”Spike, how come that you have men working for you?” Spike looked at Aria who looked at him with curiosity in his eyes. Adagio shifter her gaze towards Spike as well. Eager to hear the story behind that one. The two workers shifted their gaze to Spike, wanting to see if he was uncomfortable with the question.

”I have had them since I was ten. My father wanted me to learn how to control my future men so I could control the entire Majima family one day.” Spike explained. ”Thankfully, that is in the distant future. So I have no worries whatsoever.”

Aria was not surprised by this. She did know that the Yakuza hierarchy was very strict. If the Patriarch of a Yakuza family wanted something, they would do whatever it takes to get it. Adagio got a mischievous look in her eye. Sonata had a thoughtful expression on her face.

”Spike, how many men do you personally control?” Sonata asked. She was quite curious to see how many he controlled. She knew that it was many.

Adagio got a glint in her eyes and Aria jabbed her to the side.

”Hm, my father says he has over one thousand but believe me, he has enough men to take on the entire Tojo Clan and Omi Alliance at the same time. But the one’s I personally, control? Probably half of them. They still take orders from my father, but they listen to me as well.”

”Wow, I did not expect that. Will we... will we be welcome? I mean me and my sisters are former villains but we aren’t Yakuza...” Sonata did not want to continue her line of thought. Spike noticed this but before he could say anything, one of Spike’s men made a statement.

”Young miss Dazzle, there is no need to be afraid. If Patriarch Majima found out that we made civilians, especially young ladies that have been kind and helpful towards Majima Junior, he would have their heads.” One of them said. ”Literally.”

Sonata felt a little bit at ease. She was happy that she would be welcome but she hoped that she would still have fun. Spike brushed her chin and she blushed. ”He is right.” Spike said. ”Father would hold the creature from behind while I beat the living shit out of them.”

That made everyone in the limousine par the driver laugh.

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Canterlot International Airport was buzzing with life from all kinds of creatures. Some of them with friends and family while some were travelling for business or other reasons. The private area though for those with money in the bank was quiet and peaceful, every creature there were respecting each other.

The three sirens felt a little bit frightened when they saw men in black suits with a small mark on their left side chest. Spike got out of the limousine and was followed by the sirens who stood there awkwardly. Spike bowed to his men and they did the same, albeit they had bowed the second Spike was out of the limousine. They also bowed in respect of the sirens.

Spike walked towards the entrance of the private part of the airport. The sirens awkwardly followed him. Spike walked with power radiating off from him, it affected his men because they did not say anything.

One of his men opened the door to the private airport and bowed as Spike and the sirens walked inside. The inside was marvellous. The walls and ceiling were greys coloured with expensive-looking paintings hanging on the walls. The sirens followed Spike as he immediately went towards a place where they check for weapons and whatnot.

The security there knew about the Yakuza and we're on the Tojo Clan and Omi Alliance payroll.

Spike placed his belt, watch, tantō and a... gold pistol? The sirens would have to ask about that one later. He then walked through and nothing beeped. The sirens did the same and nothing happened. Spike looked relieved when he took his watch and took a right leading towards the plane.

Spike’s men followed him and the sirens, intending on keeping them safe.

Spike lead them to a large circular room with windows from left to right on the airfield. There was a plane that was yellowish gold and was standing out quite a bit. Adagio, Aria and Sonata wondered who owned it. They felt bad for whoever’s wallet had to go through all that.

”I know right? My father has always liked shiny things.” Spike said, believing that they thought it was shiny. The sirens looked at Spike with gaping mouths. He could not be serious... his father owned that?!

Suddenly, a worker that wore a black suit and glasses walked up to Spike.

”Majima Junior, we're pleased to see you here. Shall I take you directly to the plane with your three ladies?” He was a Yakuza who was formerly with the Dojima family but joined Majima afterwards because of personal reasons. Spike nodded towards him and he bowed.

He turned to the sirens who were looking ecstatic. He stretched out his right hand and the three sirens grasped it. He walked with them in hand through a door and they were outside. In the small distance, Spike could see that there were two Yakuza guards by either side of the staircase leading up to the plane.

The other Yakuza behind him were walking in lanes like soldiers, like true Yakuza...

Spike walked first up the stairs to the plane and when he reached the top he was greeted by one of his female workers. She was wearing a blue suit and skirt with a cute little hat with her hair in a bun. Spike bowed to her, showing no emotion on his face. She did the same.

The sirens walked up the metal staircase and saw the woman. She was human with blue eyes and red hair from what they could see. ”Hello, Majima Junior, Dazzle sisters.”She greeted them with a thick Neighpanese Equestrian dialect. She smiled at them, it was pleasant but Spike did not smile back. He did not dislike her, it was just that he had been taught to show no emotion to his workers but to treat them fairly.

To Spike’s right were golden walls and white leather seats. There was a small table and on each seat and there were two guards that sat in the back, ready for take-off. Spike sat on the one to the right while Adagio took the one to the left. Aria sat behind Spike and Sonata sat behind Adagio. The other members of the yakuza Majima family came through and walked past Spike and opened a door that Adagio did not see before. The floor was made of red tile and behind the chairs were a small Tv platform for movies and Tv shows.

Spike was sitting with his belt on him, his left foot on his right knee and waited for take-off. His hands were resting on the armrest but ready to punch if needed.

The flight attendant sat down and ordered the pilot to prepare for take-off. Spike was grateful. Suddenly, Spike hollered for the flight attendant.

”Oi! Kawamura! Did Akiyama come by earlier?” Spike asked. He hoped that the drunkard was already on the plane. The flight attendant smiled at him and nodded. She knew about the situation... she also knew that Spike was concerned for his friend.

Spike relaxed and looked out the window and felt the plane moving. Spike was looking forward to coming to his father. It had been a few months and seeing him would brighten his mood up a lot. He took out a cigarette and put it back. He was just checking to see if he had some. He was not allowed to smoke in the plane and he was not planning on crashing the plane either.

When the plane was on the runway, Spike felt a smile creep on him. He always loved the fast speed, it made the adrenaline rush feel so amazing. Sonata did as well because when he looked, she was practically giddy.

Then it happened, the plane practically shot forward and before they knew it, they were in the air.

Spike was smiling, looking distant as he put his left don't down and sat like a king. He was finally on his way home. He could not wait until he showed the sirens Kamurocho. They would probably get a little surprised when they saw all the... ”Hostess clubs” so to say.

Spike chuckled at that if his relationship was anything to go by, the sirens would without a doubt ban him from going there until they learned the cultural differences. Well, maybe Sonata would be more open to it.

”Hm, I have had a few very good conversations with her about Neighpan. She seems to know things that not even huge fans of Neighpan would know about. Perhaps she even knows things that I have no idea about? Hmm, who knows.”

”Spike?”

He turned to the right and saw Adagio looking at him with concerned eyes. Spike looked at her confused and she used her right hand to point towards Kawamura. Spike looked and saw she was looking at him concerned.

”Oh, sorry about that.” He said. ”What can I help you with?”

The flight attendant smiled. ”I was wondering if you were thirsty for refreshments? Water, coffee, tea?”

”I’ll take water.” Spike said. He noticed that Adagio had already ordered something. The flight attendant nodded and walked off to get his refreshment of choice. Spike sighed as he looked up to the roof. He was already bored. Perhaps he should punch someone for fu–

”Here is your water, sir.” Spike took it and thanked her. She smiled and walked off towards the other section. Spike placed the water on the table that had a container and looked out the window and saw all the different nations down below him.

Suddenly, he felt someone tap his shoulder, he looked and saw that it was Garble. He looked at him surprised and then smiled at him. Spike unbuckled himself and went up to bro-hug Garble. The red-scaled dragon returned it with a smile on his face. They acted as if they had not seen each other in ages. Even though it was hours ago...

Garble leaned into Spike’s ear and whispered something shocking.

”There is a traitor on the plane. Don’t drink the water.”

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Spike was sitting in his seat, thinking. His hands were together in a meditating pose. The three sirens knew that something was wrong but he was not giving them an explanation. They had been in the air for five hours and had another six hours to go. Spike did not know if he could contain his anger longer than he expects but he has to try.

The gold walls were almost blinding him so it felt nice to close his eyes and see the darkness. It was a way for him to release his frustrations. Kawamura had been keeping an eye on Spike, making side that he jas everything he needs. Spike started remembering the good times with his mother, from the movies they watched together to the books they read, baked, cooked, anything he could remember.

Spike was having a hard time trying not to cry.

His tantō was on the left side of his body, in a holster similar to pistols but for daggers. He was getting upset. His body was telling him to do it. His mind was telling him to kill...

His feet aching to move. His hands were becoming fists, ready to punch someone’s teeth out. His seat was slightly moving but not noticeable. The table... Spike felt like smashing it to release his anger. He held back, not thinking about the consequences but the traitor. How could they?! After everything, he did for them? He was tempted to kill them right now. He knew that there was more than one. There had to be.

Adagio was immensely worried for Spike. She was sitting with her left leg crossed over her right and reading a magazine. Ever since Garble came over and whispered something in Spike’s ear, he had been quiet and looking ready to kill. Spike’s men from what Adagio could see did not seem frightened that Spike looked ready to murder. Albeit, from what Aria had told her about the Yakuza families, especially, the Majima family, it was not uncommon for losing fingers or... men...

She did not want to bother Spike because he seemed in some weird way relaxed. She saw that Aria had noticed it as well. She knew that Sonata knew as well. She continued reading her magazine but kept a close eye on Spike.

Akiyama sat in the second row of the private plane. There was quite a bit of Yakuza. He did not mind that bit, his best friends were Yakuza. He felt uneasy on the other hand because he had overheard a conversation earlier that morning about killing Spike. The voice sounded somewhere between female and male. Not two different creatures, it sounded like it was the same creature. He did not see the creature but he knew they were on the plane but he did not know who.

He leaned back in his chair with a whiskey in his right hand and looked out the window to his right. He took a sip from the whiskey glass he was holding. It was the good stuff! Not that cheap crap from the convenience stores.

He could only hope that Spike refrained from killing anyone. It seemed like Spike had an idea who it was but did not say anything. He took another sip from the whiskey. As much as he wanted to fight, he did not want to explain to Majima Senior why there was a commotion on the plane. Not that it probably would have mattered much if he explained that his son was in danger. Majima Senior is in other words embarrassingly rich.

Spike had finished being in his meditative state. He was looking out the window with an impassive expression on his face. He was making Adagio worried. What was he thinking about? What has gotten him so worked up?

Suddenly, Spike got up from his chair and without a warning stormed towards the last chair to the left behind Sonata close to the door and pulled out his Tantō, without even blinking, Spike stabbed the guy somewhere between his throat and his chest. Somewhere in the midsection at least. The creature screamed in pain, using his right hand to grab Spike’s right wrist.

Spike forcibly pulled out the tantō, making the creature bleed everywhere. Spike had blood on him, the creature to his right was breathing heavily, not knowing that the creature to his right had been a traitor all along. Spike split on the creatures corps’ bloody face. He walked back to his seat, ignoring the traumatized looks from the three sirens and Kawamura. Spike got back into his seat, looking like he has finished the last chore for the day.

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Six hours later, they had just landed and Spike was in a jovial mood. It was currently afternoon in Neighpan. The three sirens believed that Spike was angry so they did not say anything. Kawamura walked towards the door and opened it as quick as possible, believing that Spike was angry.

Spike walked out with elegance and power. He used his magic to make the blood go away. He walked towards the private section of the airport. The sirens felt a little bit safer now, believing that Spike had a reason for doing what he did. Aria was more okay with it as she did not have the same morals as the others.

The other Yakuza men of Spike walked out without questioning what they saw. They were in the Yakuza to do work not ask questions.

Spike made it to a similar room to the one in Equestria. Many windows. He walked straight ahead towards a white door. His hands were in his pockets. He opened the door with the help us his hand that had a swirling purple aura. What greeted him made him smile. His father was there, wearing the same as Spike had on Nightmare Night. There was a man to the left of his father that wore a white suit and redshirt. The man in a white suit was a grey scaled dragon. He gave Spike a warm smile. His father looked to be a breed between diamond dog and dragon.

The sirens looked at both men and the last diamond dog part dragon hybrid’s eyes lit up. Spike walked over to them and he bowed to them. His father and Godfather did the same. Spike had asked if they could speak in Equestrian. His father and Godfather were okay with it.

”Father, Godfather it is nice to see you, I have missed you.” Spike said, hugging his father in a bromance but held a lot of emotion. His father was happy that his son was home. Even if it was only for two weeks. He was the last thing he had of Makoto...

”Hello, Majima Junior. Aren’t you gonna introduce your girlfriends?” Spike’s Godfather jokingly said making Spike blush. The sirens at that moment completely forgot about the murder. They cooed at Spike’s cute blush.

”R–Right, Father, Godfather, they are The Dazzlings and are sisters. The puffy haired one is Adagio Dazzle, the two ponytail one is Aria ”Blaze” Dazzle. The puppy-eyed one with a single ponytail is Sonata ”Dusk” Dazzle.”

Spike’s father, Majima Senior stretched his right hand to shake their hands and they did.

”My name is Goro Majima, Spike’s father and Patriarch of the Majima family.” Majima said proudly. He liked these girls already. He hoped they could cure Spike of his broken heart. The angels above knew he needed it.

”And this my ladies is my Godfather, Kazuma Kiryu, or as he is known in the Yakuza world: The Dragon Of Dojima.”

Author's Note

Finally, the moment I have been eager to write about!!