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[iloveoda-san]

Okay, so I know I haven't been around... However I am struggling and need as much help as humanly possible. I need help with funds for my mother's funeral...

She passed due to losing her battle with addiction, and we have no funds considering that she passed the day before Thanksgiving. Reblogs and likes are appreciated if nothing else...

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[iloveoda-san]

"You knew when I saw her on the television. Yet you decided to hide your wrong doings instead of facing it. You are pathetic." His words dripped like the poison they were, everything was a lie when it came from Oda and he could see that. He wanted to take the man's life, he wanted to beat him until he could no longer remember his name or where he came from. Yet, the sweetest justice of all would to have Oda watch Tachibana's health and life fade from him.

"It matters not if you were only making a living Jun. It matters that you knew, that you lied. I cannot stand to look at you, and if the day were to come that I choose to forgive you than so be it. If that moment does not, you get to watch the life fade from the one person who ever gave a shit about you." His teeth gritted, eyes adverting away from the beaten man.

His good hand clenched into a fist, he didn't try and stand up because all of the tension in the room was wearing him thin. He hadn't had a treatment for his kidney disease since he heard the news of Oda's status. Beads of sweat begun to form on his forehead, and he was growing weak. Yet he forced himself through it. "You're punishment.... Will be to stand at my side until my last breath." The words were hushed, and the sound of weakness were riddled throughout his voice.

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That one simple request simply added fuel to the flames within Tachibana, Oda didn’t deserve to die by his hand, he was no longer worthy. Had what Oda done never come to light things may have played out differently, perhaps Tachibana and he could have been at least okay. “You are worthy, and you never will be. I believe the best course of action would to be me walking from your life. But that would satisfy you as well, so you will watch at my side what you have done.” There was no longer a calm demeanor within this man when came to Oda. He wished with every fiber of his being that it were all lies.

“How pathetic can one human be?” He sat back, crossing one leg over another and stared at the others face. How this man he had grown to care for had weakened. How he wished for death. It was disgusting to see, and a part of Tachibana wanted to give in to his request, but true justice would be making him suffer. “You are no more than a pawn to me from this moment forward. Despite your desperation of death I will not kill you, but perhaps Kiryu-san or that one-eyed male will.”

“Tell me though Oda, is it true? Did you truly do all those odious things? You led Xiao to cages where you kept her prisoner until someone with enough money came along to buy her? And this.” He lifted the sleeve upon his shirt pointing to the tattoo. “Is the last thing she saw?” This repulsed him, making his stomach churn at the thought that the tattoo he wore upon his arm was the last thing his dear younger sister had ever seen.

Oda lay still, his eyes shut. Tachibana’s every word bit at him, tearing flesh from his bones like a shark, his own shame chumming the water. He couldn’t find it within himself to feel remorse — only the roiling nausea of knowing that he’d been found out. That Tachibana knew everything. Tachibana had found his sister, and the little bitch had blabbed. He grit his teeth.

“I didn’t know who she was.” Like that made a difference. She was just a girl. A very stupid, naive little girl, too easy to entrap. Back then, that was all that had mattered. He heard the other man move, but refused to look, swollen eyes still squeezed shut. He knew that Tachibana was referring to the tattoo without peeking - he’d heard her whisper about it. “How should I know? I was making a living. We all were.”

He couldn’t expect forgiveness - that would be arrogant even by his own standards. It was too late to deny it.

[iloveoda-san]

▌ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Li Hua in China, Tetsu Tachibana in Japan. ▌ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 : Single, or dating. Depends upon the verse. ▌𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 : Nothing supernatural, he was though quick with his hands in his early years. In his twenties he prefers kicks and grabs. Hand to hand combat is his favorite. ▌𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 :  Dark brown. ▌𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : Black. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 :Younger sister: Makoto Makimura/Xiao Qiao ▌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 :N/A yet though I suppose he would do best with a cat or dog. Unless Oda qualifies as a dog. (ONLY KIDDING)

▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 : Himself. Anyone who could/will bring harm to his sister. ▌𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : He enjoys staying in and watching the normal hustle and bustle of life in Kamuorcho. ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : Yes, mentally and physically. ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : Yes, to protect the ones he's cared about. ▌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 : A cat, he is cold and emotionless until he opens up. ▌𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 : His inability to trust others make him seem colder on the outside, therefore making others weary of him. If that counts. ▌𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 N/A though he may be a role model to many people such as Oda and Kiryu. ▌𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : Bisexual ▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 : The idea of marriage intrigues him, though he is unsure if its for him in his line of work . He doesn't want kids but certainly doesn't mind them. ▌𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 : Business attire. He is always dressed to the nines in an expensive suit. ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : Kiryu, Oda, and Makoto. Though he may never admit his love for Oda and Kiryu it's there. ▌𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 : It is rare for him to outwardly approach someone for friendship. In his world no one is a friend unless they are useful. But once he trusts you he will lay everything on the line for you to remain safe. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 : In his penthouse overlooking Kamurocho's theatre square. He enjoys watching the lights and people as they hurry about their day. ▌ 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 : Lake. Tachibana will always be a country boy at heart even if he gave up the simple life for a more busy one. ▌𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 : I'm unsure if he truly has a type. If he did it would he someone strong, and intelligent. Someone who would be there at his beckoning without any hesitation. ▌𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 : Indoors, Tachibana is a sickly man so it is hard for him to do things such as camping.

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[iloveoda-san]

[iloveoda-san]

Mewgagotoku

Oda felt those words as if they had punched him in the face — so much so that he wished they had. He closed blackened eyes, lips still thick with the beating he was certain had killed him. Why. Why was he not dead? What wicked god had saved him from Shibata’s jaws only to deliver him to a purgatory far worse? 

“Kill me.” There was no atonement. That was what had set him off on this course in the first place - there was no coming back from the hells he had visited upon his victims for naught more than monetary gain. He couldn’t guess as to the extent of Tachibana’s knowledge, but the knifelike chill in his voice said enough. Oda’s secrets had been spilled and left steaming in the dawn. There was no escape but death, no desire but oblivion. 

“Kill me,” he repeated, voice clogged with emotion. Even now, he could only feel sorry for himself, tasting the horror cloying in the back of his throat.

That one simple request simply added fuel to the flames within Tachibana, Oda didn't deserve to die by his hand, he was no longer worthy. Had what Oda done never come to light things may have played out differently, perhaps Tachibana and he could have been at least okay. "You are worthy, and you never will be. I believe the best course of action would to be me walking from your life. But that would satisfy you as well, so you will watch at my side what you have done." There was no longer a calm demeanor within this man when came to Oda. He wished with every fiber of his being that it were all lies.

"How pathetic can one human be?" He sat back, crossing one leg over another and stared at the others face. How this man he had grown to care for had weakened. How he wished for death. It was disgusting to see, and a part of Tachibana wanted to give in to his request, but true justice would be making him suffer. "You are no more than a pawn to me from this moment forward. Despite your desperation of death I will not kill you, but perhaps Kiryu-san or that one-eyed male will."

"Tell me though Oda, is it true? Did you truly do all those odious things? You led Xiao to cages where you kept her prisoner until someone with enough money came along to buy her? And this." He lifted the sleeve upon his shirt pointing to the tattoo. "Is the last thing she saw?" This repulsed him, making his stomach churn at the thought that the tattoo he wore upon his arm was the last thing his dear younger sister had ever seen.

[iloveoda-san]

Mewgagotoku

The next thing Oda could reliably recall was the sound of Tachibana’s voice - though he couldn’t repeat what had been said. Everything was so very dry, and yet his eyes ran wet with sweat or tears, grimy tracks which dragged through the dirt on his ashen face. His skin felt too tight, clothing burnt and stinking like something dead. None of that mattered. Tachibana.

“… Boss…” The word scarcely made a sound, scraped past dry lips like a whisper from the grave. His eyes wouldn’t open, eyelashes glued shut as if through forced slumber. Behind them, men with hoses and buckets struggled to tackle the blaze, but Oda remained blind to anything but the man by his side.

When he stirred into movement, it was so that he could clutch weakly at Tachibana’s wrist and heave a weighty sigh. “Don’t leave me. Please.” He didn’t care that he sounded desperate — his crumbled pride didn’t seem to matter for the moment.

Tachibana's hand gently held onto the others ashen hair. The oily substance within it made the fire singed the rough looking yet soft locks that fell in Oda haggared features. This was a worrisome moment, and he was showing vulnerablity in front of a man who he led to believe he was a cold, intimidating human who was expressionless.

When he saw Oda's mouth move a sense of relief washed over him. His hand that was touching ashen hair moved to rest upon the ground as he sat down. He had no intention of leaving Oda's side even on the journey to the hospital. Oda meant too much after all, he was still useful to Tachibana.

At that small request Tachibana nearly smiled, yet he would not allow himself to do so. People like him don't deserve to smile, to feel happiness he didn't deserve it. The gentle touch around his wrist warranted a nod and a simple. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

[iloveoda-san]

mewgagotoku

“Go independant. Fuck the police. Trick out an outfit like mine. Life’s there for the taking, Tachibana, all you’ve gotta do is reach out and grab it.” Oda tried to appear nonchalant, but while he had given up on looking fervently for a physical exit, his wayward tongue continued to probe for a rat run to slither through. His instincts twitched between welcoming death to running for his life; neither one could be reconciled.

“I’m never alone,” he declared smugly. Except for the fact that he was almost always alone, and truthfully, he sort of liked it that way. He had a few good men, but he handled a lot of the work himself. The work was hard, but the control was appealing.  Licking his lips, he tilted his chin up to look at the other man carefully, his face soft even in the harsh and narrow blades of light which sliced the warehouse. “You’re not… really afraid of being alone, are you? Pretty boy like you.”

Oda grit his teeth when he was grabbed, swallowing down a flicker of fear before speaking lowly, dark eyes drilling down into Tachibana’s in an act of quiet defiance. “The way I see it, being dead is like being stupid; the only people who notice are the people around you. Dead people don’t know they’re dead, just like idiots don’t know they’re idiots.” The way this was going, he would end up being both. “But it doesn’t really have to end that way does it, Officer? We’ve got a lot in common, you and I. In another life, we could be brothers.”

The officer listened to the words while contemplating, even entertaining the words he spoke. The idea of leaving the Police force to go underground and live a life that he had been fighting the past few years. Silence entered through the warehouse as he thought upon the the life he'd live if he did take this rooks advice. His face turned up as a sadistic smile crept across his lips. "If I left and were to enter a life of crime would I be as feared as I am now?"

"Your mouth says one thing but your eyes show another." He scoffed, he knew a lie when he heard one, but to a man who lived his life shrouded in loneliness what better way was there to lie. Oda was a silver tongued serpent in every aspect of the term. He had a way of making people believe what he wanted them to believed but Tachibana was smarter than that. "No, I do not truly fear being alone, but just as any other person on this planet I occasionally crave a companionship that life has told me I'm not allowed." His shoulders lifted and fell back as a shrug. His words prior to this were all lies, and each one pour from his tongue like honey.

Oda's eyes drilling into his own simply warranted a dry chuckle to pass through parted lips. His grip tightened slightly jerking the other forward. "You intimidation tactics will not work on me." He rolled his dark eyes as he listened to the others rather vexatious words. "Is that how you truly perceive death? Do you not fear what comes after? Do you not have anyone to leave behind? Someone who gives a shit about you?" He shook his head, his face moved closer and then grin faded at Oda's next word. "It ends like that for both of us, someday you will likely be jumped and there will be no one to say your pathetic life. I also must say that I don't in any other life see us as brothers. You seem like a snake."

[iloveoda-san]

{{ @mewgagotoku cont. from here}}

The vexatious beeping of the various hospital machines in which Jun Oda were hooked up to only added to Tachibana's aggravation. Everything had finally came to the light, every bit of Oda's shortcomings from his imprisoning of his younger sister to his secrecy about his betrayal. It was painful, and that pain ignited anger within the normally calm, collected and kind male. The kind of anger that brings out a former version of himself that he'd much rather forget. A sigh left his lips gently, despite what he knew a part of him felt pity for the male, a feeling he hated. Just as he should hate the man he, for a rather long time considered a brother; but he didn't he simply hated the actions of him. Therefore a colder demeanor would be what Oda would be met with when he awoke from this slumber.

The days between the time Tachibana had heard the news until Oda woke up, Tachibana stayed at the hospital. All hours of the day, after all he had the deed for the empty lot. Something that nearly killed his sister, and he still felt himself to blame. The anger in his eyes wasn't entirely towards Oda, it was turned inward at himself as well. Had he never left home at the age of 15, his mother and sister would have never came to Japan... A sigh left his lips as he stared at Oda's face, he could see his eyes twitching and then fluttering open.

His narrowed gaze stared daggers into Oda's soul, a hand reached up to rest upon the bed rail which confined Oda. When that tear fell from his eye Tachibana's tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth once. When he spoke his voice was low, with threatening undertones riddled throughout. "You have no right to cry, not after everything you have done."

[iloveoda-san]

mewgagotoku

“I don’t believe that for one second. Not for you, Shachou.” With nowhere safe to tuck the knife, Oda carried it openly, the blade drawing in a gloomy greenish light from their dank surroundings. It wasn’t the first time that Oda Jun had made an escape through the sewers, and it sounded strange to say aloud but he hoped it wasn’t the last. As unpleasant as it was, the stink, the sound of lapping water and a languid, echoing dripping - weren’t they all signs that the two of them were alive?

Pausing to look at the other man, Oda made a show of sniffing his sleeve. “Well, it’s not me, so it must be…” Even in jest, even right now, even knowing that death lurked in the shadows ahead - he was not bold enough to insinuate that the smell might be Tachibana’s. “Somebody else.”

The left branch was somewhat elevated from the main sewer - the floor was still an inch deep in grey water, or whatever euphemism suited, but keeping to the edges was enough to keep Oda’s scuffed shoes more or less dry. His voice was little more than a whisper when he spoke, the echo enough to carry the sound around the pipe as the darkness reached out to claim them both. “If Tian’s right, the path will narrow. We may have to crawl for a while.” An apology lingered on his tongue, bitter and unpleasant. He didn’t deserve to beg forgiveness. Not even once they were safe.

A small gentle dry chuckle escaped Tachibana's lips, the man who held his life in his hands had such high hopes for Tachibana's future. All the while Tachibana knew what would come, death was something that was inevitable in his world especially with his health complications. It was while deep within these impeding thoughts that his eyes caught glimpse of the blade that cast it's own sort of light within the darkness that they traveled through. This sort of thing caused an uneasy feeling to begin to settle with Tachibana's already turning stomach. Despite everything he kept his calm demeanor.

Tachibana's dark hues narrowed at the joke, now wasn't the time for childish jokes. His head shook at Oda a scoff was all that was heard. "I suppose the smell belongs to a ghost haunting this very sewer." His voice serious, almost as he believed his own words. Which of course part of the slight sarcastic attitude he once had.

Tachibana heard the apologetic voice and waved it off with a simple. "Okay." He didn't much care for being on his knees, but dire times call for desperate measures. As the darkness loomed closer Tachibana forced his eyes to adjust. " Just ensure me that if anything happens before we are free you will leave me be. I'm not worth your life, after all that is why I have only one good arm. Your life is above all else Oda-san. So promise me that you will not attempt to save my life at the cost of yours while we are this close."

[iloveoda-san]

mewgagotoku

As if finally reassured by this declaration the third time he heard it - though perhaps that had more to do with the physical changes between the two men - Oda’s pace quickened, panting softly against Tachibana’s cheek. Thoughts gave way to sensation, thrusts a little rougher, grip a little tighter.

This, which had begun as some stupid, drunken declaration, turned into something beyond Oda’s wildest dreams. Stranger still that it was so gentle, when his own desires were dark as pitch, arching his back into Tachibana’s clawing nails with a moan. “More,” he grunted, the quickening of his breath and the feel of Tachibana tightening around him beginning to chase away any noble inhibition.

He lacked the words to tell Tachibana that he already had all of him.  Last night, this scene would have been very different - had he not been too wasted to function - but somehow the way it was now felt… better, not a race, not a desperate clutching for something he knew he shouldn’t have. This was the kind of fuck he had no idea he needed. “Tachibana…”

Tachibana cried out with each thrust, it was an overwhelming sensation. His eyes rolled back as his back arched from the futon, his nails digging deeper and his body began to shake from the sheer pain that rocked his being. His eyes began to water, luckily they were closed. Something about their relationship would change after this activity.

The harder and quicker they moved the more of a bond was created, and Tachibana wouldn't have it any other way. At Oda's request Tachibana dug his nails deeper, traveling them down to the small of the others back. The skin turning red under the stress of the nails. His body pushed up flush against Oda's and the walls inside of his tightening around the others length. He was experiencing a sense of Euphoria he would never have again.

This being the first time anything of this sort had ever happened to Tachibana, and who better to teach him than Oda. A loud final moan escaped his lips as the sticky liquid poured out, his cheeks flushed gently and his eyes fluttered open. The final straw for him was hearing the way that Oda cried out his name. He never knew just how much he needed one man.

[iloveoda-san]

mewgagotoku

Coughing up great lumps of god only knee what, Oda clawed fruitlessly at the window. He couldn’t hear the sirens over the ringing in his ears, pressing his face against the twisted threads of metal to try and gulp in a lungful of fresh night air. He was so close, so close, tearing through the window far enough to get his head and one arm through the space.

Swirling red lights filled the streets below – despite both men’s private assertion that the emergency services cared for neither of them, one of the firefighters on the ground spotted Oda and spurred his comrades into action. Water, steam, smoke and flame clashed in a roar, beating on the door to Oda’s last bastion as he felt a cold close in around him despite the heat of the air.

When asked later, Oda wouldn’t remember a whole lot from that moment onwards - the firefighters battled hard to reach him, and it took two men to drag his limp body from the still-burning building, where they lay him out on a sheet of white plastic like a corpse.

He watched with a silent anger as Oda clawed, knowing full well that the flames, or the smoke would be his comrades downfall. He would die this particular day and there was absolutely nothing Tachibana could try and do. It was up to the rescue services now. When the flashing lights finally stopped close to where Tachibana gaped up at the window they launched into action. It was a sight to see, all these men fighting to save a man who only knew a life of crime.

When they brought Oda's body out and laid the pale male upon the white sheet Tachibana launched forward, nearly tripping over the hose that the firefighters were using to battle the flames. It didn't take him long to kneel down at Oda's side. The smell of smoke and slightly burned skin engulfed his nostrils causing them to flare out. Slowly a calloused hand reached forward to brush away Oda's hair. It was singed, and smelt awful. A small smile tugged at the edges of Tachibana's lips as he finally spoke. "I'm here now Oda-san."

Tachibana's free hand moved up and nimble fingers brushed against the others pale skin. He was alive, Tachibana could see the gentle rising and falling of his chest. "I'm going to make them pay, so don't go dying on me yet."

[iloveoda-san]

Do you ever miss your boss Tachibana?

Of course. He treated me very well and helped me during a time in my life when everyone around me wanted me to fail. I’ll never forget him… -K

[iloveoda-san]

{{Hey guys, long time no see. I have been busy with IRL stuff but I'm going to try to slowly get back into the groove. I'm still alive so don't worry! }}

[iloveoda-san]

{Hey guys... Just a quick update. I apologize for my being so inconsistent with my replies. I've just been stuck in a rut and I'm not pleased with what I've being giving out, if you're all patient with me I'll periodically over the next few days get to every reply.}

[iloveoda-san]

{{Closed starter for @draconic-fury }}

It had yet another busy day with Oda constantly nagging him, the typical stresses that came with being the president of a real estate offices getting the better of him. Standing at the large paned glass that overlooked the busy theatre square. His body silhouetted by the neon lights. He had already rang Kiryu in hopes that he could help calm him. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned away and walked over to the large table situated just a few feet in front of him, when he heard the slight creak of the large door opening.

"Kiryu-san... Would you kindly join me for a meal?" He smiled as he looked up from his spot, his brown eyes had dark circles around them. "Forgive me if I'm acting a bit off. I'm a quite fragile and tired, but I was simply curious as to how you were getting accustomed to all this.".

[iloveoda-san]

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