#神 : 𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐢. / the leader.

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"Eat my ass."

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These days have been mayhem. It's always mayhem, but usually, it's the funnier kind of mayhem. There's a lot on the clan's plate right now; operations have tripled since the clan started expanding last year. Dai has been quite busy in Korea, but with the hub now secured, he's back in Japan for a bit. They have to make use of that hub—the trafficking between countries is rising, tripling the operations Yuka have to overwatch in Tokyo as well. The second headquarters in Yokohama is under Goro's command, and he's been outdoing himself, too. At first, Dai thought all the business might have put pressure on Yuk's shoulders and then.. create that distance. They have less fun, they party less, they kill together less. It's strange—maybe even a first, as they've always been attached at the hip. Even when they used to have violent fights—psychotic fights, making each other bleed—it only deepened their attraction. They’d make up just violently fuck and make up that way. Tonight was another night of partying. They did a ton of coke, had fun—it was crazy, but she was acting weird by the end wasn't she. Driving after all that was a terrible idea, but she wanted to get out of there, and he said he'd come too. In the car, just the two of them, she likes driving, and he lets her as he was busy preparing another line to prevent from coming down too fast. He can't help but always have his hand on her thigh when she's driving, but then she stops the car. In the middle of fucking nowhere. He tries to grab her chin to pull her face toward him, to make her look at him but she doesn't. The tension—he fucking hates it. "You're obviously hiding something from me, and it's driving me crazy," he says. He's not yelling; there's a deep, fatigued tone in his voice. Like, what the fuck is wrong with you? Will you talk to me now or not? She flinches, opens the door, and slams it. He's confused, of course, and immediately gets out of the car as well. Oh... oh shit.

Now standing, he knows he's coming down, he should have snorted that last line. The timing's pretty shitty to discuss relationship issues - maybe. It's a bit of a blur around him, but he's used to it enough to follow her and stay focused. His brows furrow when he sees her sitting down, hyperventilating. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?" he speaks in a hasty tone, trying to steady his own head. He knows she's sensitive to panic attacks; he's used to them, but fuck, he hates seeing her like this. Especially because he's convinced there's something she refuses to tell him. It could be the cocaine too, if she had a little too much — it happened to both of them in the past, to have a little too much. He sits down right in front of her, catching her head gently between his hands, resting his forehead against hers. "Yukako," he whispers. He takes a deep breath, and gently guides her to match his rhythm. His thumbs stroke her temples in slow, calming circles. "Come on, breathe with me," he says softly, his voice a low, steady anchor. That is how he always calms her down when she can't come back herself. "In... and out... in... and out..." He speaks in order to have her syncing her breathing with his. He stays close, keeping his forehead against hers, murmuring. His hands remain steady, holding her face as if to keep her grounded in the moment, in him. "I've got you," he whispers, repeating it like a mantra until he feels the tension in her body start to ease. "I've got you."

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yamazaki dai, irezumi.

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❛ wear something nice. i want some arm candy tonight. ❜ (yuka to dai!)

"Hold on, hold onn. You don't trust me to be at my sexiest? The most stylish man in this entire fucking country, Baby I'm always killing it." Most stylish probably is an overstatment. Yamazaki Dai does have a style for himself but too unpredictable to swear he might not just show up in a head to toe green velvet butterfly patterned suit for this. His tone is playful and so is his smile, he knows she hates that suit. The closets are wide open as he's standing in front of his many choices, bare torso, only his kimono pants still on, cigarette at the corner of his mouth. For the first time in quite a long time they are home again, here, in Tokyo. His steps tranquil, lead to stand behind her. One hand around her waist to grab, pull her closer, the other holding her chin, lifting it up as the smoke gives a haze to their reflections. His gestures are always firm, possessive, rough, in the way he touches and holds her, but always with care. "Beautiful." He angles her chin, to have her look at herself in the mirror as he is looking at her as well. "More and more every day." He whispers then, the corner of his nose pressed against her jawline. Her scent. Her perfume. "What's with the arm candy business mmm? Who are you trying to impress?" Dai speaks, his lips tracing, leaving a kiss down her neck, another one on the soft skin of her exposed shoulder, his eyes still on her through the mirror.

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"You want a job? I mean I admire the gigantic pair of balls you must have to make me come all the way down to the club for that. I'm not human resources and this isn't a goddamn taco truck." An arch brow and a sigh, he is here now and oh well, he likes audacity. "Alright impress me then. What do you do? Juggle bottles with your ass? Instant kill with your laser eyes? Bake mad choux à la crème with raspberry jam? Do the three at the same time, you're hired."

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to: m / f. idea: dai owns a club along with other businesses. most aren't in the safest neighborhoods of the city, his employees being night workers. maybe your muse is looking for a job they just need money,

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Disturbing. If one thing Dai usually isn't, it's : disturbed. Akina however, she does disturb him. There is this gap in their lives together, a gap of years he hasn't been by her side, a gap of years she hasn't been by his . The eyes he places on Akina are the same eyes as he did twenty years ago and yet he couldn't accept the woman standing in front of him wouldn't behave the way he would expect her to. Not that he would disregard her feelings, emotions and actions, but : he knows there is this fire, under her skin, one that would burn hard in their youth, harder and yet, he can't feel it anymore, how? Is the Akina he knows and cares for the one accepting such disrespect from his younger brother? As if, her flame has been smuthered for so long, it couldn't ignite anymore. And so he watches her, almost in disbelief, as she brushes off her previous investigation on Goro's infidelity. She speaks these words Dai couldn't bare to hear. Is Goro cheating? Dai is convinced he isn't : Goro walks straight, even though he does have many flaws, he wouldn't risk to lose this marriage, at least not this early - sadly, Goro wasn't that good at making it work either. As a leader figure, who should wish nothing but happiness to his family clan and members, he should have no intention and no reason in stopping this "union' for his dear brother. However, the maniac in him does want to savour every single step the said brother takes to sabotage it by his own carelessness. Yes. That's what Dai desires the most, convinced Goro wishes execute this sordid little plan of a rise to the throne by getting a wife and an heir. There is no reward in doing the dirty job himself, in being the asshole who would just prevent little brother to do anything out of authority no, that's not how this game works. It's the same contemplation he has whenever watching the bodies of his victims hanged in his slaughterhouse, still alive, decaying by themselves after he's done playing with them, and so he sits down and stares, for hours, days, licking his chop knife, waiting for nature do to its wonders, waiting for their livers to liquify so beautifully, his victims end up digesting themselves.

Where Goro was smart enough though : it was to pick Akina, Dai's only weakness and so, despite this chase, this game the brothers had : Akina was the one trapped in the middle, and that he didn't like so much. Or what if, Dai is a deranged man wrapped in Oh so many paranoias of his Traitors Must Suffer rule, so much that he creates scenarios in his head? What if Goro has never planned anything to begin with? He watches her chop the vegetables, ponytail and apron on, speaking of her duties as a wife and it drives him insane. Insane to the point he could slam his fist down the counter, yell at her for her to stop pretending, isn't she playing... too? 'A man can have an affair outside of his marriage'. Does she truly believe that? Would she truly stand by Goro's side no matter what? He cracks his neck back and forth, he rolls his shoulders. Dai is jittery, always has been. The countless substances he inhales, snorts and drinks on the daily basis helps him keep it down, this energy that's restless, the one he can't truly control. He walks then, hands down his pocket, his eyes darkening as he invites himself in the kitchen, observing the coffee tradition they have. Memories of the night him and Akina spent at the club is playing in his head, the Masked One, one where she decided not to be Akina Mori anymore. Could it be it, she became so good at wearing different masks, he can't tell the difference anymore? He narrows one eye, silent. Akina is nothing but Naive, she's nothing but Submissive, not in her core, he refuses to believ the layers of the years took that away from her. He stands behind her then, towering her as he places the palms of his hands down the counter. His torso is pressed against her back, trapping her. He needs to feel her, to feel the heat, to feel the emotions, to feel the rage, to feel the pain : something, that proves she's not dead inside, that is it all an act. When is it too close? When the feeling of her body against his awakens countless desires that shouldn't be named. "Any man who doesn't fuck his wife like he's the luckiest motherfucker on this damn earth and justifies the need to slide into side whores for fun, is not a man. " He speaks on a tone that's a little rough. He means it. If Dai never practices monogamy himself, it doesn't mean he doesn't value the oath one takes when committing to Something and if that Something is a relationship, then, there is no excuse. "Your fingers are shaking. Are you lying to me?" His voice is tinted with this curiousity he has about her since the day she walked back into the Yamazakis life. "I want to believe you're not going to let this slide, that you're going to make him suffer, that you wouldn"t let no man disrespect you the way he believes he can. I just can't tell what it's gonna be yet. You're not gonna tell me, will you?" He speaks, his fingertip pushing to chin up for her to look at him, her eyes into hers. "Is this pain, is this rage, is this something else?" He angles his head, thinking. "The Akina I know, she wouldn't want me to save her even though she tells me my piece of shit of a brother is cheating on her. The Akina I know, fuck, I wouldn't even use the word Save, it's an insult, she's not a victim, she's not in situations she wouldn't want to be, even trapped in the nets of Yamazakis for some debt I told her I can cancel, and yet, she wouldn't ask me to." He narrows his eyes. He wonders. It's fascinating to him. Her presence here, what she does, playing wife, accepting, or pretending to, selling herself for a debt... It all started with her father and his, years, many years ago. Osamu did owe a lot to Tetsuro even though they started as friends. But friends sound like a big word then, if the legacy these two dead men left behind is the Moris indebted beyond repair. His face couldn't be closer to hers, can he see something in her eyes if her words never sound the way they are supposed to. "I wonder what it is."

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 yamazaki dai as posts.

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It might be unexpected of Yamazaki Dai to invite someone over to help them heal from their sorrows : for a yakuza with the emotional capacity of a machete, anybody would expect less. It should be noted however that the Yamazaki son has always been a leader in a way, to care for his members comes with the package of his excentricities. Even though Taiyang Tseng ( @velvetineblue ) isn't one under his protection, in a way, he did become a friend. This man couldn't be in any more pathetic position, Dai would think : the Grand Black Fang Boss, drunk, sinking down this leopard couch like a sad boy. But well, a leader losing the mere reason why he would lead crusades - Dai understands that, besides not truly believing in the wonders of monogamy he does believe in passion and the combats it fuels, : the same way Taiyang fights for his lady, Dai fights for his clan and his father's name. His quarters are usually a place for pleasure and celebration. Kitty ( @hatesdogs ) is sitting down his lap as usual, behind the large desk down his leather chair, while Dai had to stop kissing the other in the neck to address drunk Taiyang, his eyes directed to him. "Jeez you don't like nachos? No wonder she dumped your ass." Yamazaki comments in his usual mocking tone, now standing up to pay a little more attention to Taiyang who seems this close from jumping off a roof. "Nevermind. You're the one who dumped her ass and is now crying on my couch when you could just... You know, take her back. I will never understand you monogamous heterosexuals. Plus, I haven't invited you to watch us Yet, it's an honor that should be earned, in this house, we fuck like Art. Don't we ?" His killer smile is spread all over his mouth as he addresses Kitty on the last line, his steps leading him to a box of cigars in a closet entirely dedicated to that. Never count on Dai not to be a complete asshole while teasing you but oh well, he is teasing. "I had en entire night planned for us on doing coke, eating nachos and well, fuck but alright, new plans." He starts, taking a hit on his cigar once lighten up. "What do you wanna do? Torture someone as therapy for our anger issues? Stalk your lady to make sure she's not starting over with some hot american dude she found at the club? Mani Pedi?"

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yamazaki dai, 悪魔.

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“   Sometimes I wish I looked more fragile and feminine like a dainty flower, but I do enjoy looking like I hate everyone. ” from Eunbi

Every yakuza man has a healer, very necessary in their lives. It's well-known that their livers are often the first to betray them—too much alcohol, too many drugs, too much getting stabbed. Their muscles would even tense in their backs from the fights, some healers would say they have demons invading their bodies until they can't move anymore if they don't get their regular massages. That’s why Yamazaki never misses his monthly appointment with Eunbi. As she kneads the tension from his shoulders together with plants ointments, his irezumi, the tattoo on his back is exposed. He’s dressed only in his kimono pants as usual, and the ritual relaxes him. They talk, as they always do. Yamazaki is a talkative man after all. "Why good would that make, to look fragile and feminine like a flower mm? I prefer my healer to look like she could poison me with the very herbs she feeds me, that's how I know she's a good one," He says. "I love poisons, they keep me on my toes." Actually not joking, Yamazaki would often poison himself to get desensitized to it, making him unkillable that way. Well, call him insane. "Must be the ink you wear," he replies, his tone curious. "Your tattos, what story do they tell?"

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Mishima Sen, the Interpersonal Intelligence, Emotional Intelligence. Sen excels in interpersonal intelligence, the ability to deeply understand the emotions and motivations of others. His empathy allows him to sense and even manipulate the feelings of those around him, making him exceptionally perceptive. It is what makes him a good artist but also a good listener, a good shoulder to cry on, a good company, a good conversationalist. He sees and understands, he reads people/ His weakness: Sen's deep emotional awareness, however leads to obsession and compulsiveness. Instead of focusing on his own emotional needs, he often suppresses them, choosing to delve into the emotional states of others. This makes him compulsively interested in other people’s feelings, to the point where he loses himself and risks dangerous over-involvement. His ability to manipulate emotions, although is not always intentional, but if he uses that on someone, it can lead to darker, obsessive behaviors where he bends others to his will or spirals into unhealthy relationships. The more he feeds this need, the more likely he becomes a threat, both to himself and others.

Ueno Junji, the logical-Mathematical Intelligence.

Junji is the logical-mathematical intelligence, excelling in critical thinking, problem-solving, and understanding complex systems like geopolitics and societal structures. His intellect enables him to analyze situations which makes him an effective journalist with the ability to unearth hidden truths. His weakness: Junji's weakness is his lack of self-awareness, particularly regarding his own intellectual limits. While he is undoubtedly smart, his confidence in his intelligence leads to arrogance. It blinds him to potential errors in judgment. His belief that he can outsmart others leads him to lead grand schemes—assuming he can maintain a facade as a reputable journalist while secretly engaging in criminal activities. Ultimately, his inability to accurately evaluate his intelligence will bein his downfall, as he overplays and gets caught.

Yamazaki Dai, the Intrapersonal Intelligence, Business and Strategic Intelligence. Dai’s intelligence lies in intrapersonal intelligence, which is the deep understanding of oneself combined with business intelligence. He is aware of his strengths and weaknesses and possesses the strategic mindset to run a large criminal organization as efficiently as a corporate empire. Dai can think long-term, weigh risks, and make calculated decisions, blending knowledge of finance, and law with his inherited sense of duty. His weakness: Despite his self-awareness, Dai is confined by responsibility. He gres up with an almost uncontrollable violent side that conflicted with his duties. He must constantly manage and suppress his primal instincts as he ages, to remain a composed leader his clan needs. This internal conflict creates tension within him, where his responsibilities prevent him from unleashing his true self, a more violent and impulsive person. If pushed too far, he could snap, endangering both his leadership and the stability of the Yamazaki Clan.

Kimura Taketa, the Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence, Street Smart. Kimura is the bodily-kinesthetic intelligence, where his physical abilities and survival instincts are highly developed. His street smarts enable him to navigate the criminal underworld with ease, relying on adaptability, quick thinking, and hands-on problem-solving. He understands how to survive in dangerous environments by leveraging his experience rather than academic knowledge that he couldn't have. His weakness : Kimura's life of pure violence and lack of emotional intelligence are his greatest weaknesses. While his bodily and practical intelligence allow him to survive, fight and rise, they come at the cost of empathy and emotional understanding. He is cold and detached, treating survival as a game of brutality. This detachment leaves him emotionally barren, incapable of forming meaningful connections or understanding the emotional consequences of his actions. His worldview is devoid of empathy, which isolates him from others and makes him dangerous in a way too.

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Like for a one liner from Yamazaki Dai.

Feel free to like even if we have other threads going on. Feel free to like this interaction call post for multiple muses. Open to all, not to mutuals only.

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🍳 dai and yuka!

It’s always Yoko who lets him in. The second time, she does so with that familiar nod, the door creaking open. The place is a bit of a mess, but that’s typical of Yoko—her big, open loft, walls absent between rooms, filled with eclectic art. It’s cozy in theory, yet the scattered toys, half-eaten biscuits on the coffee table, cigarette butts, and dishes overflowing in the sink strip it of that warmth. Clothes are everywhere, a trail of chaos, truly. Yuka’s a mother of three now. And maybe back with Yoko? Dai can’t be sure, he’s not exactly in a place to question it. Their reconnection had been messy, Yuka and Dai —full of rejection, pain, and fights the first time they found each other again after ten years of silence. Yuka didn't want to see him at first. They fought. She got physical, and he took it, blocking the punches but letting the slaps land as if he deserves them. It wasn’t peace between them, not by a long shot. But Yoko, somehow, had brought a fragile sort of calm, enough for them to coexist in the same space, if only for a while.... to talk. Now, Yoko stands at the door, telling him she’s taking the kids out, that they’ll be back for dinner. And Yuka—Yuka is the one cooking as he steps inside slowly. She doesn’t look at him, and he knows it’s deliberate. The air between them is thick, almost suffocating, but at least it’s not charged with anger. Not... anymore? After all these years, she’s changed. Still beautiful, maybe more so, though the years have carved lines of exhaustion into her face. She’s been through a lot, he knows that. And he’s different, too—older, wearing a proper suit, hair trimmed short, face clean. He’s no longer the Yakuza prince; he’s become the king. He takes off his blazer and hangs it on a chair, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt. Without a word, he moves to her side and picks up a carrot, peeling it slowly. Cooking isn’t something he knows how to do. People have always done that for him and they still do. But peeling a vegetable—he can manage that much. Maybe today, amidst the quiet, they’ll find room to talk.

send 🍳 to cook with my muse // not accepting.

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❛ i've seen my own death, dai-ssi. i know how i die. it's not like this. ❜ for dai

Dai takes a slow drag from his cigarette as he leans back into the couch, legs spread as usual. The velvet couch of this office that used to be his, memories, memories."You sure? Cause every time you did hit me with one of your plans, death was always part of it." He snickers, his teeth showing, grinning. "Not anymore huh? Jeez. Guess we’re getting old." It’s been almost five years now since Dai officially left Seoul, handing the reins of the Octogon to Kitty. Things have changed—between them, in the city, in their responsabilities. They did age. Kitty's no longer just a dancer; he’s a powerful figure in Seoul now, with people under his command. Dai still drops by, not to check on business—he can handle that from a distance, in Tokyo—but to hang out, catch up." Alright, if you’re not gonna die over it, go again. What they got against you?'

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Smash or Pass + Hiro because why not

"I know all you fuckers wanna be my husbands and wives, but let me set shit straight—I don’t mess with my clan. They’re family. Untouchable. Hiro? Handsome bastard, diligent, promising as hell. If he rips someone apart for me with his bare fucking teeth—just the way I like it—you bet I’m kissing him right on the mouth. That’s the kiss of trust. But I kiss the people I’m gonna kill with my bare teeth on the mouth too. That’s the kiss of death. It’s a beautiful fucking cycle."

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                                              the hell dogs tales.

Irezumi is the traditional Japanese tattoo art with a cultural significance and status within the yakuza. These tattoos are powerful symbols of loyalty and identity. Each piece tells an unique story. Yamazaki Daisuke's irezumi covers all his back, his arms and crawls up his abs. He’s the Kaicho and the heir to the Yamazaki clan. His irezumi tells you everything you need to know without him even saying a word, it’s a canvas of intimidation and power, who he is and what he’s achieved. It is also as a tribute to the founder of the clan : Yamazaki Shigeru, his grand father, and the first successor of it, Yamazaki Tetsuro, his father. Yamazaki is the third. He likes to fight in his kimono pants only, barefoot, his back and irezumi exposed. Being fully inked is a sign that he’s made it to the top, that he bears the weight of the clan on his shoulders, and with it, the respect that comes with the title.

For Kimura, there’s a long way to go before his body becomes a map of his journey. He’s only got one sleeve done. It’s because he’s a mid-ranking member, a shatei gashira in the Inagawa-kai. He has little brothers under his authority but have superiors above him. His tattoo stands like a visual representation of his position in the family then, he’s still on his way up, earning his place and earning his ink, too. The shoulder and the arm is just the start, a small glimpse of the larger design waiting to unfold as he climbs. It’s like a rite of passage, slow and painful, but meaningful to him. Unlike Yamazaki, he barely reveals his izezumi as Kimura always wears his suits, even when fighting. He does roll his sleeve up up to the elbow when at the club however, that's when it can be seen but his shoulder, his chest are usually kept hidden.