#Sure Hes A Yakuza But Hes Clearly A Respectable Parent

[todayisafridaynight]

if i imagine arakawa and/or sawashiro having to attend a parent/teacher conference i just might blow up

[jay-j-otter]

hey hey, do you mind sharing your akiyama headcanons? just saw ur tags talking abt how theyre dark and im very interested!!!! your fem ryuaki fuels me in ways i cannot describe and i havent even played dead souls FHKGJG and your tanimuras have my whole entire heart!!!

Oh wow first of all THANK YOU for the ask!! It's been only couple days since I've discovered I've had them disabled all this time so I'm very happy I noticed it before you found my blog (,:

I've already complained a bit on twt that when I've started to write down ryuaki headcanons, it prompted me to make a 35+ pages google doc with meta on both of them 😅 It pushed me to write more fun drafts tho, so all is well, but it won't fit in this post for sure ahbfght

But ofc, I will share a little about Shun specifically. (TW for implied SA)

Akiyama... I have complicated feelings about him, because on the one hand, he got betrayed by his closest people, lost all the standing in society and lived as a homeless person for a long time, and that's a big trauma to have. But on the other... He's got back up by a miracle, and now he's trying to recreate the miracle for others. He assumes the role of a judge for other people while himself being too young, too flawed, having black and white morals.

(In Y4 I downright despised Akiyama when he refused a loan to an abused woman on the basis that she didn't want to apply for sex work, but in the same substory gave some cringefail guy 4 chances to complete the test just because it was amusing.)

But I've just completed Y5, and it gave me lots of food for thought.

First of all, from what I see, Shun here was written (rewritten?) as a more sympathetic character. For example, now when it's implied that he's gonna make some woman "use her body" for the loan, it means he's sending her to work on the construction site. Well, alright. I'll take the bad taste joke over previous cases.

There's also an important quest when Akiyama meets his former boss, who not only initially fired him on false accusations, which started his downfall, but also married his ex-fiancée. And Akiyama finally admits that at first, he wanted to use his position as a loan shark to be selfish and to get revenge, but got disgusted with himself after seeing some humanity and principles in the former boss.

So, here finally comes self-awareness about his actions. Interesting tidbit.

Another big part of the character building we see now: when he is alone in Osaka, without Hana around, he's a complete mess. His new office is dirty, he barely eats some instant ramen and clearly just uses the place to escape Tokyo and the responsibilities he created himself. If in Y4 we saw him within his element, managing Elise and doing loan business (with a messy table because he's just soooo quirky and lazyyy \s), then in Y5 we get to see a bit of what's inside his head. And it's not pretty.

He's clearly distancing himself - from Hana and his new yakuza friends, because they have their own lives to care about. (Tanimura too mayhaps, but this is a separate friendship that I also like to talk about a lot)

Aaand he escapes to his ugly nook to have his ugly depressive thoughts. Can't let them witness it, can he? They'd lose all the respect for him.

At the same time, he throws himself into helping Haruka with passion, because that's the thing he actually cares about, for the first time in a couple years. (He also provides her with some much-needed parenting about the importance of being selfish, because, being raised by Kiryu, she's entirely too self-sacrificing.)

And suddenly - he's lively and energetic again, he's bouncing off other characters, he risks his life for what he deems right, he's helpful, organizing, charming. He's everywhere.

(But he's also afraid to acknowledge that he's got too close to people again. So he's ready to literally die for them and Haruka's dream, but avoids calling them friends, settling for "acquaintances")

Not much needed to imagine that, after everything settles down, he falls apart again. Because in his head he's never really needed or too important for the people around. They carry on with their life and plans. Such as Eri, Arai, Yasuko. Even Hana got fed up and left at some point, and has been keeping him at an arm's length since. (Good for her, that was unhealthy)

He's not only not that interesting, his trauma is "ugly" (by his self-admission). It's not heroic and it's very mundane. There's no clear villains to blame, like with Majima's torture in Y0.

It's just - waking up is hard. Akiyama can't see the point in much of what he's doing anymore. Money is just paper for him now, they might have bought him the freedom of choice, but somehow it didn't help. Even with all the financial help to struggling people he can't buy healing for himself. Most alive he felt actually was when he lost the money briefly in Y4 - it made him work to get them back again.

Now it gets a bit tricky, hence the TW.

I think that a lot of things about him actually make sense, if while living on the streets, he had it bad enough to the point of selling himself for food. Like, I don't want to make it into torture porn or downplay the traumatic experience of homelessness overall, but something for sure ruined him and his self-perception. That's why he's bouncing between playing a self-righteous entity and hating himself.

Aside from his crippling depression from all this being shunned deep inside and not addressed, there's the attitude about sex work I've mentioned he has in Y4. He is distancing himself from the situation yet again. A little bit of a trick to calm his mind: "If I treat it like every other job, it won't feel as dehumanizing applied to myself". And also: "Well, I was not above doing that! I was not too proud to do it! Why should anyone else be?"

Now, of course he doesn't want to subject his former boss (and, by extension, Eri) to the same hardships. Even though he is, actually, a bit of a cruel person.

So here's Akiyama in Y4-5. Not super pretty and kind of greasy, but nevertheless charming, gallant and crazy smart. Fighting and dancing and singing and networking equally well. VERY annoying, because he considers himself an expert in all things he read about even once (I also hc him eidetic memory, which makes it worse). And with every year getting more secluded and miserable.

That being said, fem ryuaki has slightly different tone even in all-fem AU because of gender expectations. Akiyama's upbringing for example.

I hc his parents seeing him as this very "proper" son, encouraging his risk-taking neurodivergent activity ONLY when it helped to build onto that image. They happily bragged about their son - with prestigious business degree, good banking job and pretty fiancée. But ofc, when it's all came crashing down, they didn't want to hear about him anymore. Nowadays they acknowledge his existance with some disdain, because they care about reputation more then about him or his wealth. And he has some "disgusting jobs, no respectable friends and no wife".

(It's all kinda complicated from both sides, mb I'll get deeper into it in fanfic that I'm writing)

(And forgive me for saying this, but fem Akiyama is more interesting for me to write in this narrative, because she needed to balance fitting "proper little quiet Japanese woman" with her loud banking career, and while she was always openly feminine, she was never proper or quiet "enough". And now she's "not enough" among actual living legends.)

Well, that's all I have to say for now!

I'm always open for further questions and discussions 😊

[orivaa-kun]

BAD ATTITUDE | Chapter 5: Let's Make a Deal

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 chapter word count: 8k warnings: mature (18+), violence, drinking, drug use, smut, fluff, angst, feels, rough s*x, emotional manipulation pairings: Gojo Satoru x Fem OC, Geto Suguru x Fem OC, Nanami Kento x Fem OC, Fushiguro Toji x Fem OC series summary: Jujutsu Kaisen Yakuza AU where Riku Ozaki (OC) is really good at getting herself into trouble. Though the Ozaki family is ranked #10 out of the 15 clans of the Tokyo Yakuza syndicate in terms of power & strength; and the Gojo, Geto, and Zenin families fall at #1, #2, and #3 respectively; that doesn't keep her from getting in the mix with these highly ranked, highly dangerous men. Her clan's bodyguard, Nanami, can hardly keep up with all the compromising positions she constantly finds herself in. Will she ever learn her lesson? Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ba- fic playlist: Spotify YouTube

Riku sighs over her bowl of fresh sashimi and rice, closing her eyes for a moment to appreciate the perfect balance of flavors and hint of sweet ponzu sauce Geto had lightly dressed the kaisendon with. It was a simple dish to prepare ingredient-wise, but the true skill came in how one cut and arranged the sashimi – which Geto had surprisingly done quite artistically. It really was a perfect dish; but Riku sighs again, still upset about being deprived. She takes a sip of the suavingnon blanc the three of them had decided to pair with it, the dry notes complimenting the sweet notes of the dish.

Gojo laughs with his mouth closed as he works on his finishing his bowl, sitting beside Riku. He looks to Geto across the table and swallows his food before speaking up, “Damn, I almost feel bad for her.”

“I don’t. She should do something about that attitude if she wants to cum so bad.” Geto says simply, not looking up from his kaisendon to acknowledge Riku as he takes a huge bite of rice and tuna. He looks up at Gojo instead, “I mean, shit, it’s not like we’ve gotten to either.”

Gojo turns back to Riku, “He’s got a point. Imagine how we feel, Ricchan,” he releases his hold from his bowl and reaches over to cup her face with the palm of his hand, “you’re probably used to getting whatever the fuck you want with that cute face of yours… But that big eyes and pouting shit won’t work on us, babe.” Gojo continues to gaze over and be taken with her soft, facial features, even with her bruised cheek, “Fucking gorgeous… Even though you’re a spoiled little yakuza princess, hm?” His thumb brushes down the side of her face, careful not to press on the bruise.

“Mhm,” Riku hums affirmatively as she eats her food, unashamed of the ‘spoiled’ title. Though the life comes with a lot of work, and even more trouble, Riku thinks she enjoys mostly being able to afford whatever she wants and take care of the people she loves. Even if her family is ranked 10th out of the 15 Tokyo yakuza clans, they are still far more than just ‘well off,’ compared to most in the city, “Not quite a yakuza princess, you know, not being the family heir and all—but I sure am spoiled.” She agrees, smiling to Gojo’s compliment regardless.

Gojo keeps his hand on her cheek, “But you used to be… until Ren died, no?”

Riku’s smile drops, and her eyes dull at the sound of her dad’s name.

She hasn’t heard it in years, and she can’t help but be thankful for all those who are and had been more delicate about the subject of her deceased parents around her—compared to Gojo, who clearly doesn’t care about or understand the idea of a touchy subject.

But he was right. It was always supposed to be Riku. Riku’s dad, Ren, was the Ozaki clan’s leader when she was a child. It was only after him and Riku’s mother, Jakucho, had been murdered that his younger brother, Jin, had taken over and assumed leadership of the family. And this had made his daughter and Riku’s cousin, Umika, the next Ozaki heir.

‘Is that why you act like that?’ Gojo’s question from just the night before, the one he’d asked Riku right after she’d shared about her parents being dead, rings through her head. Maybe. Or maybe it was the fact that it was always supposed to be her in power, all along. Instead, she was relegated to dealing in boring, family organizational work and teaching classes at their studios—rather than leading their family’s real money maker: running Tokyo’s underground art trading, stealing, and copying market. Riku was robbed of her birthright. Maybe that’s what gave her a bad attitude.

Riku meets Gojo’s electric, cerulean eyes and gently moves his hand from her face, “Who told you that?”

“Just a little birdie.” Gojo says with a hint of a smirk.

“Right.” Riku returns her gaze to her food, continuing to eat, “How was your day?” She asks in between bites, resolving to change the subject. Though she’s looking down, she feels both Gojo and Geto’s eyes burn into her with interest.

“Hm… you really don’t like to talk about your family, huh?” Gojo rests his chopsticks down on the table after he finishes cleaning out the contents of his bowl, humming and gazing up at the ceiling in thought for a moment before responding, “A little crazy,” he starts, “but very productive. Burned a few Zenin weapons warehouses, met with the 15 families—including your uncle, by the way, who says hi—tracked Toji’s movements for a few hours, interrogated a few Zenin assholes, and… now I’m having dinner with you, babe.” Gojo smiles brightly, and Riku is honestly a little concerned by how casually Gojo had just listed all of those actions off as if they were as minuscule as stops on a shopping trip.

“So, it was really your idea for me to stay here?” Riku raises a brow.

“That’s right. The first thing that comes to mind when you hear ‘drug lord’s house’ probably isn’t ‘safety,’ but it’s a nice little mountaintop property, huh?”

“Little?” Riku questions Gojo’s word choice, taking another bite of her food.

“Well, maybe not little.” He laughs, reaching over to rest his hand on Riku’s bare thigh, “I heard you two had a little date at the onsen,” Gojo looks between Geto and Riku.

“We got to know each other a little better.” Geto admits with a smile, seemingly out of his sour mood from earlier. He finishes the last few bites of his kaisendon.

“And didn’t invite me? It’s not fair.” Gojo pouts comedically, and Riku giggles at his playful response, “Seriously, Ri! I’ve been out working all day trying to figure out a way to protect you, and track down the asshole who put that bruise on your face, and prevent any other Tokyo Yakuza syndicate drama, and you two go to the spa? Shit’s kind of fucked up.”

“Hey, I worked a full day, too, you know! I had to deal with idiot remodelers at our dance studio, and of course one of the teachers bailed out of nowhere so I had to pick up a few classes… I mean, it’s not nearly as scary as all that shit you did today, but still!”

Gojo begins to chuckle, but it quickly turns into an all-out cackle, tears in the corners of his eyes as he’s unable to help the hearty laugh Riku’s response gives him.

“What’s so funny, you rabbit haired motherfucker?” Riku narrows her eyes at Gojo, starting to get annoyed by his unending guffaw. He only laughs harder to this.

On the other side of the table, Geto’s phone vibrates and he quickly picks it up to glance at the screen. His eyes widen just slightly and he rises to his feet, “Oi, Satoru. Know Riku’s idea of work is hilarious and all, but can you quiet the fuck down? I gotta take a call outside.” Geto doesn’t waste any time and picks up his glass of wine to take with him, already striding over towards the floor length glass doors on the opposite side of the room that open into a vast, marble balcony which overlooks a similar view as the onsen’s—a cliff and a full, unobstructed view of the city lights at night, “Hello?” Geto answers the call as he steps out and closes the door behind him.

Still recovering from his fit of laughter, Gojo wipes the tears at the corners of his eyes, starting to rise from his seat, himself, “You’re a comedian, Ri. Seriously…” He pushes his chair back under the table after he stands, then stretches his arms up and bends his torso to his right and left sides, releasing the tightness from his muscles, “Ah, that kaisendon was good. Think I’m gonna shower, but you keep eating, babe.” Gojo winks, already walking off towards another part of the mansion.

Riku’s jaw drops to this, “Seriously, Satoru? Both of you are gonna leave me alone at the dinner table again? Just like last night?!”

“You’re more than welcome to join me…” Gojo says just before exiting the room, not even bothering to look back at her as he spoke.

Riku rolls her eyes. She releases a short exhale from her nose when she looks around the table, eyes falling on the two men’s abandoned glasses, empty bowls, and chopsticks. Riku is sure Geto has some sort of maid or cleaning service, but picks up and neatly organizes the dishes in a stack before heading back to the kitchen where she pops them into the double-doored dish washer. Is this really what the next few days will be like? Me, at the whims of these occasionally considerate yet spacey, crazy, and secretive two men?

After retrieving her phone from the couch in the living room, still only dressed in Geto’s shirt and boxers, Riku walks barefoot down the long hallway corridor which leads to a series of rooms, noting one of the doors is slightly cracked open. Riku pops her head in, unable to help her curiosity, and is met with the faint smell Geto’s scent—mahogany and amber notes. She steps in, flicking the light switch on so that the sizable room comes into view: dark wooden floors and a king-sized bed with a deep grayish black set of blankets, sheets, and pillows. The room is in a perfect corner of the mansion, and the windows curve around nearly every edge of it, stretching up to the ceiling which reached at least 20 feet above the floor.

Riku allows herself to fall back onto the bed and looks over the boundless view of the city with a sigh, enjoying Geto’s faint but delicious smell that wafts from the pillows. She turns her head to one side to poke her nose in the soft, down pillows and takes a deep inhale, feeling the muscles beneath her abdomen clench warmly at the smell of the man alone. It’s honestly perverted how little it takes her to rediscover her arousal from earlier, her hands smoothing down her chest and stomach at the thought of how Gojo had kneaded her breasts while Geto rubbed his fingers so flawlessly over her clit. She still wants to cum, and would make it happen for herself even if Gojo and Geto wouldn’t.

Riku lifts her hips up, removing Geto’s black boxer-briefs from her legs then tossing them across the room somewhere in front of the bed. She spreads her legs just slightly, one of her hands slipping up the white shirt to fondle her breast while the other moves between her legs. Riku tries to remember and copy Geto’s finger movements from earlier, the gentle side-to-side motion of his long digits rubbing on her clit. She bites her lip and releases a small moan, then closes her eyes to take a slow breath as she continues to touch herself salaciously, wetness already beginning to pool between her folds. She continues like this for a while, breathing only growing more and more ragged, and her heart only beginning to thump harder against her chest.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

Riku jumps to the sound of Gojo’s voice, eyes blinking open and hands hastily rushing to cover herself up as she tries to sit upright, “Satoru…! Fuck, you scared me…”

The man chuckles, standing right in front of the king-sized bed with Riku at its center. He’s only in a white towel that hangs low on the deep cut of his waist, his chiseled arms, chest, and abs on full display and his white hair still a little damp and messy from his shower. Riku realizes she’s never seen Gojo without a shirt until now. Unlike Geto, his skin is completely bare of any tattoos. His porcelain skin looks perfect upon first glance—definitely not the type you’d imagine to belong to the strongest yakuza in Tokyo—but when he steps closer to the bed, Riku spots the incredibly faint scars that litter his abdomen and arms. The scars are hardly visible as they’d healed well and were probably from years ago, but just by eyeing the size of a few of them, Riku could imagine that some had been much bigger wounds initially.

“You’re pretty bold, Ri, I’ll give you that,” Gojo grins at the sight of her on the bed, suddenly grasping and pulling her ankles so that she’s closer to sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Agh—!” Riku voices her surprise at suddenly being moved.

“and a selfish fucking brat.” Gojo bends over to lowly whisper in her ear, “All you care about is yourself, isn’t that right?”

“No…! I’m not so selfish!” Riku defensively protests Gojo’s assumption of her character, voice weak with both arousal and embarrassment.

“Then prove it, slut. Stand up, and on your knees. Now.” Gojo commands Riku so degenerate-like that he nearly spits his words at her, a wicked smile on his face.

Riku rises off the bed and stands onto her feet, watching as Gojo removes the white towel from his hips. Her eyes widen and her mouth falls agape in shock. Is he bigger than Geto?! Gojo’s dick springs to life when released from the confines of the white material, already fully hard and erect. He may not have as much girth as Geto, but has the other beat length-wise by at least half an inch.

He laughs to Riku’s look of shock, gently patting her shoulder as he replaces her seat on the edge of the bed, “Not the first time I’ve gotten that face. But don’t worry, babe, I promise I won’t choke you too much.”

Riku glares at Gojo as she lowers to her knees, first removing Geto’s oversized shirt from her body. She peels the fabric up and off her before tossing it on top of Gojo’s towel on the floor.

Gojo offers a low, long whistle at the sight of Riku’s toned figure, his hand squeezing the length of his dick from base to tip, “You’re curvy in all the right places, Ri, you know that?”

“Mhm…” Riku hums enticingly, making sure to keep her soft brown eyes locked on Gojo’s ice blue ones as she moves one of her hands to join his on his cock, stroking him off from base to tip at a both delightful yet agonizingly slow pace. Gojo removes his hand after a while, allowing Riku to please him as she likes.

Riku wets her lips, looking up into Gojo’s piercing blue eyes as she begins to palm his dick with her hand. She sticks her tongue out to lick and tease the tip, fingers tightly rubbing up and down the long length of it. She pauses, retreating for a moment to speak, “Thank you for helping take care of me, today, Satoru—let me take care of you.” She says lewdly, taking the length of Gojo’s dick into her mouth at the last of her words.

“Mm, that’s what I like to hear, beautiful, fuck—” He fists a handful of her long, black curls at the root.

Riku wraps her lips around Gojo’s cock, wetting the length of it before hollowing out her mouth and beginning to suck it. She pulls back for a moment, spitting on the tip of it before stroking the wetness of her saliva over his dick with her fingers. She returns her mouth to his cock, looking up at him again and wasting no time as she hungrily sucks him off with her sopping wet, downright filthy mouth. Her hand strokes every inch of him that her mouth can’t reach, and her other hand rests on his thigh to steady herself, occasionally shifting over to fondle his balls while she continues to suck him at an even pace. Her jaw is already beginning to hurt from the size of Gojo’s cock alone, but she keeps up her work, hoping he would reward her later for sucking him off so good.

“Fuck, Ri, who taught you to suck dick like this…? Actually, don’t answer that.” Gojo chuckles lightly and watches Riku’s every movement with a slight smirk that only grows more heated, breathing growing heavier by the moment as the sinful sounds of Riku slurping and swirling her tongue around his dick fill up the otherwise quiet room. Gojo uses his grip on Riku’s hair to push her head all the way down on his length until her nose just barely touches the light dusting of his white, trimmed hair at the base. Riku gags and chokes loudly around Gojo’s dick, but he holds her down on him regardless, enjoying the feeling of her tight throat squeezing his tip for a few seconds before releasing her from his hold, “Fuck, babe, you’re fucking amazing…” He groans.

Riku pulls off of Gojo’s cock in a rough coughing fit, saliva messily dripping down her mouth and all the way to her chest. Her eyes water and a few tears fall from the irritation of Gojo fucking her throat mercilessly, “I t-thought you said you wouldn’t choke me so much!” She whines, a few more tears rolling down her cheeks, “You’re fucking huge, you bastard!!”

Gojo grins, using one hand to continue stroking his dick and the other to wipe the tears from Riku’s face, “I lied. I’m sorry, Ri. You just felt so damn good—”

“Really, you two, again?!”

Both Gojo and Riku’s heads turn towards the door of the bedroom, Geto visibly pissed and shaking his head as he enters. Maybe his phone call didn’t go well? Riku thinks.

“Fucking around without me, in my house??” Geto quickly approaches them, the only clothed one in the room, “And fuck, Satoru are you still stroking yourself off?!!”

Riku glances back at Gojo who still has his hand on his dick, steadily pumping it up and down, “What? This one’s mad from me fucking her throat and she’s so cute… Plus you’re pretty hot when you’re angry, too.” Gojo grins up at Geto who towers over them from his standing position.

“You sick fucking asshole…” Geto still looks kind of angry but is unable to stifle his chuckle. He peels off his shirt, allowing it to fall onto the ground beside them as he looks between Riku and Gojo, “Let me guess. This one wanted to cum again and started shit?” His eyes focus on Riku, who’s still on her knees on the floor in front of Gojo.

“Bingo.” Gojo smirks, dark gaze locked on Riku, “Caught her touching herself on your bed. So now she’s proving how selfless she can be for me. Was doing a pretty spectacular job, too… You’re a real freak with your mouth, aren’t you Ricchan?” He trails his fingers under her chin that’s still drenched.

Riku blushes, still not anywhere near used to dealing with two men in the bedroom like this—especially not these two men, “I’m glad you liked it...” She manages, turning up the sweetness in her voice.

Geto suddenly pulls Riku’s chin out of Gojo’s grasp and into his own, “You just couldn’t stand being away from me longer than a minute, could you, Ri? Even though I’ve been touching you all evening. Why’s that?” He asks lowly, his back bent nearly 90 degrees so that his face is close to Riku’s.

Because I want to cum. Riku doesn’t say that, though, as she knows it’ll only get her into more trouble with Geto, and that Gojo would call her a selfish brat again. Riku wants to get what she desires most in this moment, and will play these two’s little game if it means she gets to climax in the end, “Because I need you both, so bad!” She whines wantonly, looking between Gojo and Geto. Well, it’s definitely not a lie.

“You slut… You need what so bad, Ri?” Gojo asks for clarification, tone completely serious. He fists his cock deliciously slow and tangles a hand in her curls.

“I need you both to fuck me, please…!” It’s not hard for her to act helpless, as she is quite literally on her knees between the two men.

Gojo and Geto exchange a look in their unspoken language, both grinning at each other. Gojo grabs Riku’s arm and stands, pulling her up with him as he does so and Geto stands back upright as well. Gojo easily tosses Riku back on the bed and joins her, torso gliding into the space above her and holding the backs of her knees to hoist her legs over his shoulders. In a matter of seconds, Gojo has Riku folded up beneath him and is rubbing the head of his dick over her slick folds.

Riku giggles, enjoying and amused by Gojo’s manhandling of her, “Someone’s impatient.” She smirks up at Gojo slyly, biting her lip to the feeling of him teasing of her entrance.

“He’s always like this,” Geto explains, moving around the bed and to one of his nightstands to open a drawer and search through it.

“You on birth control, babe?” Gojo ignores their remarks, his dark, heated gaze locked on Riku as he continues to prod and press his length against her pussy.

“Not currently.” She shakes her head shyly.

Geto speaks up from over at the nightstand, finally finding what he’d already been looking for—the pack of XL condoms, “She hasn’t had sex in over a year, Satoru. You really think she’s on birth control?” He breaks the box open and tosses a string of condoms to Gojo.

Gojo snatches the condoms out of the air, straightening his back to sit up and break away from Riku as he tears open one of the foil packages and rolls the latex over his cock, “Thanks, Suguru.” He muses, glancing over at the man who now sits at the head of the large bed to watch the show Gojo and Riku would surely put on for him. Gojo is not just thankful for the condoms but also for letting him take Riku first.

“Take it easy, alright?” Geto warns his friend, knowing he has a tendency to be rough in bed. Though much unlike the girls they usually engage with, Riku isn’t just some random girl that the two of them could play with however they like; she’s yakuza, and hurting her could create a lot of trouble for Gojo and Geto as they promised her family they’d keep her safe.

“I can take the pain…” Riku suggests from beneath Gojo with rose colored cheeks, her body warm with heated anticipation, “…I even like it.” She coos.

“‘s that right, babe?” Gojo asks, one hand moving to press down on the bed at Riku’s side to hold himself up above her and the other massaging the head of his hardened dick between her folds and to her wet hole, “Then I’ll make it hurt so good, just for you, Ri.” Gojo abruptly ceases his light teasing and slams his hips into Riku’s, fully entering her in one severe stroke.

When Riku feels Gojo’s member savagely pump up into her cunt, filling and stretching her beyond belief, she cries out with a noisy groan, tears stinging the corners of her eyes once more, “Satoru…!” She bawls with a pained expression, hips subconsciously shifting back on the sheets.

Geto watches with his alluring gaze from his propped-up position at the head of the bed, and reaches down beneath the band of his sweatpants to pull his dick from his pants before beginning to stroke himself steadily.

“Fuck, Ri, you’re fucking tight. It’s really been a while for you, huh?” Gojo notes, sickly admiring the look of pain on Riku’s face. He uses his free hand to grab her hip, pulling her back closer to him on the bed, “And don’t run, babe; you said you could take it, right?” He asks, backing his hips up significantly so that his cock nearly departs Riku’s pussy completely before slamming back in again. Gojo repeats these wicked motions at least a dozen or so times, the obscene noises of Riku’s drenched cunt adjusting around his dick filling the silence of Geto’s bedroom. Riku moans as well, unable to restrain the loud cries that escape her lips with each of Gojo’s dastard thrusts. Gojo bends down, taking the mound of Riku’s tit in his mouth before licking and sucking around her hardened nipple. He gives the same attention to her other breast, ceasing his overly harsh thrusts and beginning to start stroking himself in and out of Riku at an even pace.

Tears threaten to fall from Riku’s eyes as she begins to feel the hot pleasure from Gojo’s new pace, a pleasant shock running from deep in her abdomen, all the way up her spine, “God, Satoru—” she gasps the words, “—it’s so big!” In her current position, legs hooked over Gojo’s shoulders as he fucks into her, Riku can feel his cock poke and bruise her cervix.

“Yeah, but you’re taking me so good,” Gojo praises, fingers from his free hand brushing under Riku’s eyes when her tears finally fall. He takes advantage of her open mouth to press his lips to hers in a downright disgusting kiss, pausing every so often to speak or to lick, suck, and bite her bottom lip, “such a good fucking girl,” he pants out, overtaken with lust, “c’mon, princess, let it out…” Gojo closes his hand around Riku’s neck at the last of his words, “…you need this, don’t you?”

Riku shamelessly moans beneath Gojo, glancing down to watch his cock disappear inside of her over and over as pleasure begins to build thickly in her abdomen. The sound of Gojo slamming his hips into hers echoes loudly in the room, and Riku can hardly take it.

Gojo straightens Riku back up with his hand on her neck so that her gaze is on him once again, “Fucking look at me when I’m talking to you, and use your words, Ri. Don’t make me ask again.”

“Yes, I need it, agh! I need you to fuck me, Satoru!!” It doesn’t take much for Riku, as both Gojo and Geto had edged her an hour ago; after a few mere minutes she’s already hastily approaching her orgasm, feeling her sanity start to slip as the sensation of her impending climax begins to take over her. Riku grabs Gojo’s toned arm that holds him up over her for purchase, her other hand moving to rest on the hand he has tightened around her neck.

Gojo watches with a delightful, open-mouthed smirk as Riku breaks beneath him, speeding up their pace and quickly pumping his dick in and out of her pussy. Riku hyperventilates as the feeling is almost too much for her, screaming as she finally reaches the height of her orgasm and clenching hard around Gojo’s length. Her body jerks violently, and she moans as her walls tightly grip his dick with each wave of her climax that follows.

Still fucking her, Gojo is unable to help but grunt when Riku clenches his cock repeatedly, “Fuck, Ri, you’re squeezing me so nice…” He trails off, glancing up to Geto at the head of the bed who licks his lips as he continues to stroke himself at the erotic scene before him, “Isn’t she so perfect like this, Suguru?” Gojo asks, straightening his back so that he sits up and releases his hand from her neck to gently brush his thumb over her unbruised cheek.

“Fucking beautiful.” Geto sits up to remove his sweatpants, tossing them over the side of the bed once he has them off. He keeps his gaze on Riku’s reddened face as she comes down from her orgasm, still moaning lightly to Gojo’s thrusts and the euphoric sensation of her recent orgasm that courses through her whole body but especially her head and lower stomach.

Now completely bare, Geto moves on the bed to the side of Riku’s head, lowering to his knees so that his dick stands erect before her face. He strokes his thick cock a few times with one hand, his other brushing through her long curls to rest under her head and prop it up, “Why don’t you show me how good you can be, Ri?”

Pleasure still pulsing through her body, Riku doesn’t hesitate and parts her lips to take Geto’s dick in her mouth while Gojo continues to fuck her, making sure to wet the length of it as the man helped guide her bob her head back and forth on it. Though it is just slightly smaller in size, Geto’s dick has more girth than Gojo’s and Riku struggles to wrap her mouth around it for long without her jaw getting sore. She sucks regardless, simply turned on at the idea of both ends of her body being filled up so nicely. Geto sets a rhythm, shallowly bucking his hips so that his cock pumps deeper into Riku’s mouth.

Gojo’s pace only hastens at the nasty scene of his friend fucking Riku’s face before him, continuing to thrust in and out of her and feeling himself near his edge as well, “Fuck…” Gojo’s hips begin to move erratically, driving them even harder and faster into Riku until he finally stills with a loud grunt; and Geto takes this opportunity to reach over with his free hand that no longer needed to stroke his cock, as Riku had replaced it with her mouth, pulling his friend in by his white hair for a long, passionate, messy kiss.

Riku hums a moan on Geto’s dick at the sight of the two men kissing each other, sucking a little harder. Both men then suddenly pull out of her at once, Geto’s hand still tangled in Gojo’s hair as he speaks his next words.

“My turn?” Geto asks with a mischievous grin, abandoning his hold on Riku’s head and instead holding his hand out in front of Gojo.

Gojo matches Geto’s grin and slaps his hand with his own, tagging himself out and his friend in, “Your turn.” He nearly sings.

Riku rolls her eyes to the sight of this and huffs an exhale through her nose, “Seriously? Turn off…” She huffs, half-joking, but also half-serious. Riku adjusts herself on the bed a bit, lifting her head to neatly comb the long black curls out from under her back with her fingers.

Gojo bends over, pressing a light kiss to Riku’s lips and smacking the side of her thigh with the flat of his hand before stepping off the bed and discarding of his condom at a nearby, small trash bin in the corner of Geto’s room, “Thanks, Ricchan. You were amazing.” He smirks, face beaming with kindness as if he hadn’t just ruthlessly fucked her.

“Ow…” Riku meets Gojo’s smile with glaring eyes from across the room, rubbing the side of her ass where the man had slapped her.

Geto grabs Riku by the arm, easily jerking it so that she sits up and he regains her attention, “I know what’ll turn you back on.” He says, hardly any more than a few centimeters from her face.

“And what’s that?” Riku asks while blinking up at Geto, voice breathy and tempting.

“What’s your favorite position, beautiful?” Geto questions honestly.

And for some reason unbeknownst to herself, Riku blushes shyly—as if she hadn’t just sucked this man off while his best friend fucked her. She bites her lip, trying not to show her embarrassment too much, “Collapsed doggy…” She looks away.

“Ahh, face down, ass up, hm?” Geto grins just barely, watching Riku’s reddened face as if he’s saving this image of her in his memory, “It’s a good one.” He cups Riku’s cheek, then slowly rubs his fingers over the soft skin there, all the way to the back of her neck and gently massaging his fingers just under her hairline, “Why don’t you assume the position for me, then?”

Riku closes her eyes for a moment, tilting her head back for Geto to massage more of her head—he doesn’t and instead stops. It’s probably a good thing, as the relaxing movements of his gentle kneading only makes her sleepier after having orgasmed just minutes ago. Riku thinks she definitely has another one in her. She nods with a smile to Geto’s kindness, turning out of his grasp and over onto her front on the bed.

Riku pulls her knees up under her on the bed, lifting her hips in the air and creating a deep arch with her back—one that curves more drastically than the average person’s due to her hyper-mobility from years of dancing. She scoots back on the bed until she feels Geto’s thigh behind her ass. Riku is surprised to hear him chuckle and turns her head back to see what the fuss is about.

“Shit, Ri, seriously? It’s not even fair how sexy you are.” Geto grabs the sharp curve of Riku’s back at her waist with his hands and presses his thighs flush against the back of hers, cock rubbing over the cleft of her ass, “Like this is crazy.”

“Fuck…” Gojo walks back from the bin, leaning over the bed to closely examine Riku’s arched back, “I should’ve fucked her like that!” He says, sounding genuinely disappointed. He quirks his brows, glancing over to Riku’s face, “I mean you should see yourself, Ricchan.”

Riku giggles as she turns to look at Gojo, her cheek pressed to the soft comforter of the bed.

“Want me to take a pic?” Gojo asks, voice suddenly lowering.

“Um, as long as my face isn’t in it. Sure.” She decides, a sweet smile remaining on her lips. She trusts these men to an extent, but not that much.

Gojo begins to scan the vast room with his eyes for either his or Geto’s phone.

“Check my sweats.” Geto directs, eyes remaining on Riku. He slides his hands up from the intense curve of her back, tightly squeezing each of her ass cheeks with each of his hands, his dick still resting between her cheeks, “Damn. I guess I can understand why a guy might be inclined to give you anything you want, with an arch like this…”

Gojo retrieves Geto’s phone from his sweatpants pocket and opens up the camera with a grin, “Say cheese!”

Riku turns to press her face into the sheets, moving her hair to cover any parts of her face that aren’t hidden. She hears Gojo tap the screen once.

“All done.” Gojo announces, “You mind if I send it to myself, babe?”

“Sure.” Riku laughs lightly, raising her head back up to rest it on one side once more.

Geto reaches over to grab a new condom from the string of them at the edge of the bed, breaking the foil package with his teeth before spitting it from his lips and carefully rolling the latex over his dick.

“Thanks for the future fap material!” Gojo locks the phone after he sends the picture to his phone contact, tossing Geto’s phone to the corner of the king size bed. He then collapses back onto the bed, reclining back into the spot where Geto had previously been laying while they fucked, “Now, action!!” He claps his hands once, then tucks them behind his head, seemingly excited to watch the show of Geto and Riku before him.

Both Geto and Riku laugh, but Riku’s giggle is cut off by a sharp moan when she feels Geto’s dick push all the way inside of her with one thrust, her ass jerked back at the pull of his strong grip on her hip. Riku feels a bit of pain as she stretches around and adjusts to Geto’s thick girth, whimpering when he begins to move at a slow pace. Riku grabs tufts of the comforter’s fabric on either side of her head for purchase from the recoil of her hips—driven forward by each buck from Geto, “Too thick…!” she whines.

“Mhm. But you’re taking it, aren’t you?” Geto moves completely different than how Gojo had earlier, swiftly pushing his dick in and out of Riku’s cunt instead of fucking her harsh and relentlessly. He fucks her the way Riku imagines most women would go crazy for—for her pleasure—and as quickly as the slight pain from Geto’s girth had arrived, it’s already gone and being replaced with pleasure, “This is how you like it, right?” Geto asks from above her, increasing his pace.

Riku pants and sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, feeling her entire body heat up from Geto’s perfect thrusts, “Yes…” She groans, feeling her mind begin to melt from the heat that nearly overwhelms her.

Geto smacks his hand hard over the curve of Riku’s ass, and the sound echoes loudly throughout his bedroom. It would undoubtedly leave a handprint on her skin there, “Then don’t complain.” He says darkly at Riku’s ear, having pushed them forward slightly so that their position is more ‘collapsed,’ just the way Riku wants.

“Yes, Suguru…!” Riku moans loudly, nearly crying out as Geto deliciously thrusts into her over and over again.

Gojo suddenly leans forward, reaching over to move Riku’s face further to her side and brush the hair from her face so that he has an unobstructed view of the wild, delight-filled look on her face. She rolls her eyes back for a second when Geto begins to flawlessly thrust his dick into the soft bundle of nerves deep in her cunt. Gojo chuckles, brushing the backs of his fingers over Riku’s puffy cheek, “You like Suguru being so nice to you, huh?”

“It’s so good…” She pushes the whimpered words from her throat, “Ah! Please don’t stop, Suguru, please… keep fucking me!” Riku feels herself steadily begin to inch closer to her orgasm as Suguru continuously thrusts into her, a hot heaviness growing in her lower stomach.

“Of course, baby. I’ll give it to you just how you want it.” Geto says, speeding up his pace even further but keeping the same intensity as he fucks Riku down into the sheets, “You know, your pussy keeps pulsing and clenching around me, Ri. Does it really feel that good?”

“Yes!”

“Then cum for me, beautiful.”

Gojo slides his hand under Riku’s chest as he watches them fuck, passing it under and squeezing her breasts that are pressed against the sheets before moving his hand up, over her stomach and abdomen until his fingers reach the sensitive bud right between her legs. He circles his fingers over her clit and Riku gasps out a helpless moan when it’s stimulated, now approaching her climax a lot faster than before.

“Agh…!” Riku’s orgasm finds her without warning; a mix of unintelligible, moaned words and noises fleeing her lips as her body convulses with intense gratification.

Gojo chuckles, “I think you broke her, Suguru. She’s not even speaking coherently.” He looks at his friend, who is too focused on the blissful friction of Riku’s pussy squeezing around his dick to mind his words.

Geto continues to buck his hips quickly, breathing heavily and gritting his teeth together a bit as his orgasm begins to advance closely behind Riku’s, “Fuck—” he whispers under his breath before abruptly pulling out of Riku, removing his condom, and spraying his cum on her ass and back. He looks over her limp, shuddering form as he slowly strokes himself a few last times, smirking down at the beautiful mess he’d made of her cum-stained back. He sucks in a breath and releases a deep sigh, “Now there’s a picture for you,” he notes, bending over to kiss a patch of skin on Riku’s backside that isn’t slick with cum, then moving up to peck her forehead a few times, “so fucking perfect.”

Riku hates how his innocent kisses stir up unfamiliar emotions in her, unable to help the instinctively honest smile that spreads over her lips from feeling them.

“I’ll get you a towel.” Geto announces, tying a simple knot in the condom he has in his hand to discard it and pressing a final kiss on her lips before departing the bed and exiting the room through a side door that leads to the master bathroom.

“You’re so fucking cute.” Gojo is unable to remain teasingly harsh and mean at the sight of Riku’s smiling as she lays on the bed before him. He turns playful, relenting to replace Geto’s affection and bending low to the bed so he could litter Riku’s face with kisses.

“That tickles…!” She laughs, trying to push Gojo away with one of her hands.

Gojo pecks her between words, “Hey, if you keep moving around, you’re gonna get cum all over Suguru’s bed! Just stay still…” He toys with Riku as she giggles, continuing to kiss and tickle her so it’s impossible for her to do as he says.

Geto returns with a white hand towel and slowly wipes Riku’s back with it, gentle as he cleans her smooth back of his cum. When he finishes and discards the towel on the floor, Riku sits up with a light moan, a strong wave of exhaustion hitting her all of a sudden.

“You okay?” Geto asks, lifting a brow.

Riku brushes her fingers through her hair, smoothing it back down as she begins to stand to wobbly feet, “Mhm, just gonna use the bathroom and freshen up a bit.” Riku begins to walk but moans another small noise when she feels a slight soreness deep below her stomach that she hasn’t experienced in a while. She feels the dull sensation each time she takes a step, walking slower to the bathroom than she originally intended.

Gojo snickers to this, “You sure you don’t need help, babe?”

Riku doesn’t turn back; she instead only raises her middle finger up by the side of her head so Gojo can see it, then slips in the bathroom and closes the door.

Gojo chuckles, “Well, that was fun.” He turns his gaze to Geto, who solely slips into his sweatpants before disturbing the neat sheets of his bed and getting beneath them.

Geto rests on his back, allowing his eyes to flutter shut for a moment as the fact that he hadn’t slept in 2 days was finally catching up with him, “It was,” he agrees, opening his eyes after a while to peer over at Gojo curiously, “A little messy, though, fucking with a yakuza girl.”

Gojo yawns, just as, if not more tired than his friend, “Yeah, but she’s not like the other ones.”

“You’ve got that right.” Geto looks out at the city lights on the other side of the window and in the distance, tucking his hands under the back of his head in thought. He can’t help but agree with Gojo; Riku is a lot different than most yakuza women, let alone the general category of women they usually play with. She’s troublesome, sure, but not in a crazy way—more so a curious way. And instead of being obsessive and clingy when it comes to hanging around Gojo and him, she’s cool and collected—outside of the time they’re teasing or fucking her, of course. The most refreshing thing about Riku aside from her beauty is the fact that it honestly seems like she doesn’t even care about trying to trap or get  attached to either of the men, as so many other women had tried to. She keeps herself emotionally distant, and for some reason it only makes Geto want to play with her more. He turns to Gojo who sits on the end of the bed, a devious look in his eyes. Geto knows his friend is thinking the same thing.

“Makes me wanna play with her… See what she’s like when she’s obsessed and in love with someone.” Gojo says lowly so just the other can hear, confirming Geto’s suspicions about their aligned thoughts.

“Hm… I definitely do, too, but Jin would kill us if we hurt her.” Geto matches Gojo’s tone, speaking just above a whisper.

Gojo flops back on the bed, still completely naked as he begins to join Geto beneath the covers. He shrugs, “So, we deal with that when we get there. Her clan’s only ranked 10th after all. It would be an easy issue to deal with since they’re not that strong.”

The two men are both silent after Gojo speaks the words. They’re a bit cruel, but they’re mostly true. The Tokyo Yakuza syndicate always preach how the whole collective group of 15 families contribute and support each other equally, but it’s obvious that those on the top are and have always been stronger, richer, and more powerful, while families that ranked near the bottom of the list aren’t and weren’t. It’s a lowdown thought, but a factual one nonetheless—silencing Riku’s family, if they ever gave Gojo and Geto shit for playing with her heart, would be easy to do.

“So, you wanna play a game?” Geto finally asks the question on both of their minds.

“No rules. The first one of us that makes her fall in love, wins.” Gojo turns and holds his hand out in Geto’s direction, grin on his face.

“No rules?” He chuckles once, “You’re crazy. Deal.” Geto says, moving one of the arms from behind his head to grasp his friend’s hand before shaking it once. He grins, “Oh I’m definitely gonna win this by the way. You know, Satoru, you’re not a very nice guy.”

“You’ve never even seen me try.” Gojo grins back at Geto, matching his handshake before letting go.

Riku emerges loudly from the bathroom and Geto clears his throat, both men watching as she shamelessly strides across the room, completely bare and completely oblivious to the two men’s prior conversation. She stops in front of the end of the bed to grab and put back on the shirt Geto had lent her.

Gojo taps the bit of space on the bed between them, “C’mere, Ricchan. Sleep with us.”

Riku simply stands and tiredly blinks a few times, going against her gut instinct that tells her to sleep in a guest room as she’s exhausted and could care less at this moment. She agrees by crawling onto the bed, and Geto peels back the cover so she can get underneath. Riku grabs one of the many long pillows, adjusting it into the space between Gojo and Geto at the head of the bed before easing down and laying her head on it. She lays on her side, facing Geto with her back to Gojo.

Geto quickly shoots Gojo a satisfied look; he had spent a lot more time with Riku today compared to his friend, anyways. He glances down at Riku, though, unsatisfied by how she hadn’t decided to cuddle either of them. He reaches one of his tattooed arms out to wrap around her waist and pulls her torso onto his chest, “C’mon, Ri, we won’t bite.”

“Speak for yourself.” Gojo says, bending over to lightly bite Riku’s shoulder that is exposed due to the loose-fitting shirt she wears.

Riku laughs to the bite, wiggling her shoulders around to move Gojo’s face away. She rests her cheek on Geto’s warm chest, ear pressed against him and able to catch the slow, steady thump of his heartbeat. She uses the free arm she isn’t laying on to gently trail her fingers over one of the green dragon tattoos that dances across Geto’s chest, thinking it’s strange how easily she’s comforted by his body heat, and the warm hand that slides up her back to comb through the roots of her hair before gently massaging it.

Riku releases a long, hum of a moan and closes her eyes to this movement, her trailing fingers on Geto’s chest stopping at the blissful sensation of his massaging of her scalp. It was already so obvious to him that she loves when he does this, and he uses this to his advantage, soothing her to sleep. He reaches over to the nightstand with his free hand to get a small remote from one of the top drawers and clicks it a few times, causing the lights to turn off completely. Geto leaves it there on the stand as he feels Riku curl into him even more and refocuses his attention to her, the room now only just barely illuminated by the city lights in the distance, “You like that a lot, don’t you?”

Riku grumbles to the smirk she hears in Geto’s low, snarky tone, “Leave me alone.”

Gojo resolves to tangle his legs with Riku’s, leaning over, chuckling to her grumpy attitude, and pecking the top of her head, “You enjoying your stay with us, Ricchan?”

“It’s pretty good, I guess.” She admits, voice heavy with sleep as Geto continues to move his fingers in her hair in slow circles.

“That’s ‘cos Suguru’s boring. Promise we’ll have more fun tomorrow, Ricchan. This time, just you and I, ‘kay?”

Geto glares at his friend in the dark room to his remark.

Riku nods on Geto’s chest in response to Gojo, already beginning to feel herself drift off.

“Goodnight, Ri.” Geto says with kindness in his voice as he massages her head.

“Night.” She muses, keeping her eyes closed.

“Goodnight, princess.” Gojo says with finality.

chapter endnotes: omg writing threesomes is EXHAUSTING lol.

[beigepillow]

mechanical translation

I was always surprised by people who wrote that: how come Doumeki had a chance to return to his family and become a civilian and he didn’t take it?

And I always wondered what family? His father is a dirty rapist, whom he almost killed (I wonder what happened to him... I hope nothing good), his mother ignored him since childhood, was not interested in him and did not show any care. We already know and understand everything about his relationship with Aoi. I think it’s physically difficult for Doumeki to be around her. I don’t think he had a place where to return to. I'm sure he took care of his mother and sister, but they never had that real family to return to.

I also have questions about civilian life. He's a former cop with a criminal record, he has scars and a severed finger. What kind of job could they hire him for? most likely it will still be an part-illegal job with a salary that would only be enough for food. Of course, he could choose civilian life and try to build a new himself there, but this would not be the fairy tale that, it seems to me, is meant by people who write: how is it possible, he should have stayed in civilian life. it would be super difficult, but doable if you had the motivation and goal. Doumeki wasn't having it all. He was just broken

I think Doumeki has nothing to lose. All his behavior after that conversation on the roof shows this. He clearly does not value his life and does not believe that anyone will value his life more than theirs. And this is a super unpopular opinion, but I don’t see him in civilian life now. I may also see him working at Yashiro’s casino, that will be cool. But I think he is very comfortable working for Tsunakawa now. He needs order and control (he has needed this since childhood). He gets this from Tsunakawa. He has a sense, he is respected and appreciated (which he lacked so much in childhood). He knows his role and functions perfectly. Therefore, at the moment it is difficult for me to imagine what will happen if he leaves.

It used to make me confused how no one would really talk about how little of a chance Doumeki had to become a civilian. Not only does he have a physical marker showing that he was once involved with organized crime but he was in prison for years. I also imagine that he would have extreme trouble trying to find work in Japan. Maybe there are companies or places that would have hired him but there is a reason why once convicted of a crime, you become more likely to commit a crime again. I am not sure how it works in the saezuru world though. Maybe it is less of a stigma there and he did have a real shot but in my opinion, it was kind of messed up of Yashiro to kick Doumeki out of the yakuza life, even though he had good intentions, to make him try to rebuild a life completely from scratch. Though Yashiro did provide a large severance package lol. It reminds me of what Yashiro did to the yakuza who fell for him. He got him kicked out of the yakuza once Yashiro started to realize his feelings. On that topic, has anyone else noticed that guy looks very similar to Doumeki now with the cheek scar and back tattoo. Was that intentional? As far as Doumeki’s family, Doumeki has said that his parents didn’t provide well for his emotional needs and Aoi seemed to be in university so she can be living her own life right now. Doumeki definitely feels like he has nothing to lose. I don’t think we should underestimate the place Tsunakawa has in Doumeki’s life. Also Kamiya and Muraji both have proven to look out for Doumeki as well. So far Nanahara and Yashiro have proven to be a bit hostile to Doumeki so while he would always save them he probably wouldn’t leave sakura for them right now. In the end, I can see Doumeki being kind of a link between the sakura family and Yashiro since sakura is involved in gambling and Yashiro has his casinos.

[18sweetmusings]

General Metal Bat Headcanons

1. Bad probably gets asked about his name pretty often. Mostly asked because people have a hard time believing him that he was legit named Bad.

2. He probably beat up a few people for teasing him about his name, mostly because they thought his parents was on something for naming him Bad. Can you imagine the kids in primary up to junior high saying, “What kind of idiot names their kid, Bad? How stupid!” (His mother named him. Lol)

3. And what happened after…Bet he made sure no one teased him about his name ever again...

4. I feel like Bad likely had some ridiculously tough parents. Tough as in these two were some STRONG people both mentally, and physically. But they were pretty balanced as parents who made sure to teach him, and Zenko good values.

5. His father is likely his inspiration on manhood — being a respectful, and dutiful man with conviction. I would think his father was the type of guy who look like he could kill with his looks, and was a man who said only what needed to be said. But he’s a big ol’ softie, especially around his family that it can be a stunning contrast.

6. So consider him just being an average working man who everyone was certain he was this jacked up Yakuza looking dude only to find out he’s the best guy to work with, and much kinder, and the most helpful person than people originally thought.

7. It’s just that he’s a big dude who rarely smiles. He always smiles for his kids, and wife though. Oh, he simps hard for his family.

8. But papa is a good guy with a simple background. Can’t help that he’s a big dude with a serious looking face.

9. And Bad’s mom? She was a traditionally pretty housewife; unassuming, and sweet looking. But don’t mess with her family or you’re 🔪😵. Maybe not literally dead, but do you really want to test a mother who knew every possible way to hurt someone? She was capable of physical feats you didn’t think she’d be capable of. Otherwise, she was as sweet as could be, and impressive with finding ways to save money or earn more money.

10. Mama was no weakling, and she knew way too many people that it was borderline scary. We may never know about her connections. But she’s more sociable than her husband.

11. I think Bad’s mom may have some tattoos on her back or somewhere on her body that her kids don’t know about. She’d be a mystery, a petite mystery y’all wouldn’t want to mess with. Trust me.

12. One would have to wonder if she has any associations with the Yakuza? The world may never know…

13. Her son Bad, and anyone who knows her knew not to test her patience. If she said get your butt downstairs for breakfast, you better not dawdle.

14. As for Bad, he’s learned from his parents how to be a gentleman with a healthy dose of respect of equality. Which is why, just because you’re a girl, does not excuse you from being a menace to others. Bad will, and does make this clear. Aside from that, he has no problem being respectful.

15. And it’s clearly shown with Tatsumaki. He was not afraid of her nor would he deal with her bullshit just because she’s a woman, and a powerful psychic…She can get the bat too if she think he won’t do shit.

16. If you’re an inconsiderate jerk, he’ll check you on your nonsense— or bash your head in if you have no regard for other people.

17. Despite his bad boy persona, he actually doesn’t break the rules. He just has a low tolerance for certain types of behaviors, and acts from people.

18. I think Bad does have some fan girls, and there are plenty of girls who think he’s awesome. But its rare for him to get love confession letters. Most of his fans are guys around his age or younger saying the same thing about him being cool.

19. Even if he did get a confession letter, he’d likely turn them down for the time being since adding dating to his life is just another complication he doesn’t want to deal with for now.

20. Not that he’s uninterested in dating, but he has his little sister to consider, and to care for. Being a hero is already complicated even if it’s arguably the simplest out of anything he has to do in his life excluding school. Oh, and eventually he’ll have to seriously think about the future; it’s all a bit too much to think about along with being a good boyfriend, too?

21. And Bad is a simple guy who hates complicated things. If the method ain’t broke, there no need to fix it, right?

22. That’s why beating monsters to a pulp with his bat works for him. It’s too the point, and it gets the job done. Also, it’s the best way to get his pent up anger out especially when he’s having a bad day.

23. Bad SUCKS at studying. It’s too much stuff to remember, solve, and…Just give him something that’s straightforward. Although many people do seriously think he’s just a brainless brute...He at least has some common sense, and street smarts…Just no complicated plans, its not his thing.

24. He’s an all action type of guy who does what he say he will.

25. He’s also not detail oriented, and prefers the most direct method to solve problems. He’ll have some solid insight, and is perceptive. But he’s simple-minded, and direct.

26. He might be a thug, but he has good manners. He was raised well.

27. Bad might have came from a decent family, and had a decent economic background. But don’t waste food, don’t waste money, and be respectful. So, it should be pretty evident that he doesn’t like spoiled inconsiderate, people.

27. He has no interest in going to college. At least for now he has no interest in pursing education beyond high school. He‘s still attending high school because he can at least honor his parents wishes to finish even though he’s disinterested.

28. Now if Zenko wants to go to college, Bad would be so excited for her, and a big crybaby because at some point Zenko will be all grown up. He wants to spoil her as much as he can.

29. By the time Zenko is ready, Bad is going to go overboard making sure she has everything she needed like the doting big brother you’d expect him to be.

30. But any boys who attempt to court Zenko better be on their toes, he’ll screen every last boy like his father likely would for the best guy because his sister deserves the best.

31. This may get on Zenko’s nerves when she’s older. But Bad is old fashion when it comes to dating, and one could never be too careful in his eyes.

32. And if a guy can’t treat his sister as well as she’s been treated, he won’t get far. Lol

33. Last but not least, Bad’s hair smells nice from the shampoo, and the products he uses. I bet his hair is silky soft.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Powerful Ch. 3

Yakuza! Shouta Aizawa x Fem! Reader

*Mafia AU*

Warnings: Misogyny (not from Shouta), a dagger, kinda fluffy

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: This took too damn long but here we are. Definitely coming out with another part or two, but the next one is gonna start at a huge timeskip so yeah. That'll be fun.

Anywho, Enjoy~

For Reference, this is the dress I describe in here.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 4

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For your second night with Shouta you find yourself lost in thought, staring out at the stars. The stress from before the meeting never disappeared, only delayed. Now it’s all catching up, and your brain is struggling to sort everything out.

Shouta could be on the receiving end of some very misogynistic and traditional clans’ anger very soon. You’re relieved that your future husband is nothing like them, but the backlash he could be getting just by bringing you to a meeting so soon after the announcement is frightening, not to mention some irrational clans may decide to split off and find a rival Yakuza to adopt them. Even so, that’s probably the worst of the outcomes. It’s unlikely you’ll have to worry about either of your safety, though there is still a small chance.

For the second time Shouta wraps his arms around you, surrounding you with his scent and body heat.

“I hope this won’t become a habit, little one.” He presses his cheek to the side of your head, kissing your temple gently. His presence is calming, helps your overactive brain slow down.

“I just needed space to think.” He hums, the sound reverberating through your body.

“What could you be thinking about so late at night?” You don’t really want to tell him, but you figured it’s better than keeping it all in.

“I just worry about the backlash you’ll be getting after the meeting today. This organization is a traditional one, and women have always been kept away from the violent and criminal side of it for centuries. To suddenly name an onna-oyabun, and a woman that previously held a low rank at that, you’re bound to feel some sort of repercussions.” He squeezes you gently, kisses your temple again.

“That’s what you’re worrying your pretty head about? I’ll be fine, little one. Let’s go to bed.” He’s right, you suppose. There isn’t a lot that can affect him or his position, so there isn’t a lot you need to worry about. You nod, taking your weight off of him to go back to the room. You’re a little surprised when he picks you up again, scoops you off your feet and carries you to bed. He tugs you into him just the same as the night before, and once again you fall asleep to the soft thrum of his heart.

The next morning you’re woken by Shouta again. This time you don’t immediately pull away, instead choosing to bask in his embrace a few moments longer. It feels like you’ve known Shouta for years rather than hours, having seen some of the most intimate and private parts of him, and all you want to do is dig deeper. But of course, there’s time for that later.

“Come on, little one. It’s time to wake up. We’re going to see your parents today, and then we’ve got another meeting to attend.” You hum lightly then push off of him, taking a glance at his handsome face before getting out of bed to prepare for the day. You choose a dress you hadn’t worn in a while, one that felt like it would fit today’s events, a flowing black sundress with a halter neckline. Simple black heels pair nicely with it, as well as a small black clutch purse.

You aren’t anxious about Shouta meeting your parents. They aren’t as traditional as most, ideals and views closer to Shouta’s. All parties involved gave their bows in greeting, even Shouta, and brunch went by without a hitch. It wasn’t the usual cringey romcom scene where the parents ask ‘why do you love our daughter’. In fact, they know that the marriage is strategic. Of course, Shouta had made his thoughts clear, that he intends to ensure the union is enjoyable for the both of you. His honesty made a small smile worm its way onto your face, though you managed to hide it well enough.

Soon you’re on the road again, en route to the second meeting. You aren’t too surprised that Shouta already has two scheduled meetings back-to-back after the gala, he is a busy man after all.

The venue is another restaurant, this one not quite as high-end but just as beautiful, the entire massive building shaped like a circle and a koi pond around the perimeter. A bridge is all that connects the sidewalk with the building. You and Shouta are guided through by a host, and out a back door where another bridge connects to a separate island in the extended pond, the structure enclosed with sheer beige curtains.

Again, conversation abruptly stops when you enter. You’ll have to get used to it, you suppose. You sit, and the meeting begins. The subject is mostly territory disputes, bargaining for territory extensions or swaps with the others, all of them trying to work out strategies that benefit not only themselves but other clans as well. You keep silent throughout, listening carefully and learning, taking information and analyzing it. There must be someone Shouta doesn’t like in the meeting, because when the most important details are worked through, he excuses himself to the restroom once again.

You wonder, briefly, why he’d choose to play the same trick a second time in a row. If he does it too often his plan would become transparent, though one could argue not doing it enough would be just as easy to read. You don’t know how often he excuses himself from these meetings, so you decide to leave it in his hands.

Fortunately for you, it would seem no man here is willing to speak about your presence. It’s been almost ten minutes and none of them has said a word to or about you, choosing instead to discuss territories a bit further. Though you were beginning to question why Shouta hadn’t yet returned. Surely one would get suspicious, and one did, glancing toward the main building. It was then you all shifted your attention to Shouta, who stood at the opposite end of the bridge speaking into his phone. So that’s why he’s taking so long.

And unfortunately, that meant these men were relatively safe.

“So what’s the woman doing here?” It was barely a whisper, but you could hear it even over the sounds of the pond. A glance up shows the blonde to your right had leaned over to the man next to him. He’s much younger than the man from yesterday, maybe in his mid-late twenties, his hair clearly not natural. The one he’d whispered to flicked his gaze up, catching your own, and shouldered the blonde who subsequently looked to you. He cracks a cheeky smile, a poor attempt to cover himself really.

“Ah, Onna-oyabun, it’s good to finally see the Black Dragon’s wife-to-be.” It would seem news travels fast, and the blonde is much less bold than the older man. You crack your own smile, a sickly sweet show of teeth that hid a venomous bite.

“The woman has a name. Please, do not be afraid to use it in discussion. And I will tell you exactly what I told the previous oyabun who questioned my presence. I am here because Shouta wants me to be.” His smile doesn’t falter, but his eye visibly twitches at your response. It’s almost amusing to see his composure slip. It’s less amusing when he glances back to where Shouta is still on the phone.

“With all due respect I’m not afraid, I simply do not feel the need. And my question was not directed at you, but at my associate here.” He loops an arm over the shoulder of the man he’d asked, the dark-haired man wide-eyed and nervous. You aren’t sure how to answer his quip without rising tension, but Shouta made it clear you’re to be commanding a room just as he does, so you choose to strike a nerve and stir the pot. For added effect you let your face drop into a deadpan, tilt your chin up just a hair and glare.

“Most would feel it necessary to use a person’s name or title when discussing anything regarding them, especially in their presence. Therefore I can’t help but feel you may not have any respect for me when you clearly should.” You could see the muscles in his jaw clench as he ground his teeth, his nostrils flaring with his anger. You nearly let a smile crawl onto your face at the satisfaction of knowing you’d angered an asshole like him with only your words.

“Maybe I don’t respect you. What are you going to do about it?” The man still under his arm stiffens, a hand slapping the blonde’s chest, his eyes locked on the entrance to the room. Shouta stands there, but the blonde seems to either not notice or not care. You aren’t given time to answer his rhetorical question.

“Nothing. You can’t do a thing about it, because you hold no power over me.” He’s elbowed this time, the dark-haired man trying harder to get the blonde’s attention off of you and onto the man he should be fearing right about now. To be fair, Shouta stands almost behind the blonde, who sits to your right, so it isn’t hard to believe he doesn’t see him. You just let him dig his own grave.

“And you hold no power over me because you’re a woman. A woman out of her place and on the wrong side of business, let alone holding a rank much lower than mine.” The man beneath the blonde’s arm had given up, choosing to bow his head down and stay silent. It’s Shouta who speaks next.

“I believe it’s you who holds a much lower rank than her.” The blonde’s face goes pale, his shit-eating grin dropping faster than a sinking stone.

“In case you hadn’t heard the news yet I’ve assigned her a title, and I expect you to use it. She may have asked you to use her name, but you should address her as Onna-oyabun any time she is brought up in discussion, regardless of whether or not either of us are present.” He strides up behind you and places a hand on your bare shoulder, just like yesterday. You can’t help but feel his positioning is on purpose, physically placing you in front of him.

“Are you ready to go, little one?” You nod, rising from your seat and taking a small bow signaling your leave. Shouta lets a hand rest on your lower back, guiding you out, but you overhear the same blonde whisper under his breath. You’re definitely not meant to hear it.

“The Dragon can’t always be around to save you, brat.” You both freeze in your tracks, Shouta’s eyes wide and nostrils flaring with anger. Before he can turn to react you lean in and whisper in his ear.

“My turn.” He raises an eyebrow at you, then nods, crossing his amrs and leaning against the beam at the entrance. You pivot, pinning the blonde in place with a glare. If looks could kill, he’d be in a casket. Slowly, you begin a steady pace around the table.

“I do not rely on Shouta to help me in these situations. In fact, I could just as easily take a piece of your tongue myself.” You’re on the opposite side of the table now, still taking long, slow strides and glaring down at the man.

“But it is so glaringly obvious that you lack the same level of intelligence I hold, and therefore I would feel guilty to rob you of a muscle that you clearly haven’t learned to use properly,” you stop, standing stock still behind the blonde, “However.” In one swift movement your dagger is stuck in the wooden table directly in front of the blonde, your manicured fingers curled around the handle delicately.

“Should I hear another demeaning or degrading word out of your mouth, I will not hesitate to stain my fingers with your blood.” He doesn’t seem to be reacting at all, whether he’s afraid or not you can’t tell, but you don’t let that affect your performance. You lean in, your lips nearly grazing the shell of his ear.

“You probably wouldn’t even get to taste my blade, but I don’t mind taking my time if you want to savor the tang of steel.” You yank the blade from the wood and sheath it, straightening your posture.

“Had Shouta chosen another woman for his wife you may have been able to actually hurt her feelings with your childish words.” You turn, striding back to where Shouta holds his hand for you to take.

“Unluckily for you, I’m just as volatile as my other half. Be grateful that either of us are merciful. You get to keep your tongue. For now.” It’s cathartic, letting out your anger like that. It’s unlikely that the threat will get you any sort of respect, but fear works just as well in your favor. Respect is something hard to find and even harder earned as a woman in a man’s world, but fear works better against an enemy that dreads change. You can’t help but smirk as you walk away from the chaos you left behind, and as you glance up you see the faintest smirk worming its way onto Shouta’s face.

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His chest swells with something akin to pride as he waltzes away from the restaurant. He was wrong to assume you were averse to violence, had taken your level-headedness and cool temperament to mean you are not a violent individual. To assume you were either incapable of violence or unable to handle the intensity was obviously a mistake on his part. Watching the blonde freeze up and pale under your hard gaze was extremely satisfying, and he had to admit seeing such controlled rage and sharp words pour from you was enjoyable and, among other things, wildly attractive.

Shouta thinks he should let you handle these situations more often, let you have your fun, maybe even plot to have you purposely go just a little too far and have him reel you back in. Maybe then people may start to understand that you aren’t to be treated lightly, you aren’t just a means to an end, just a glorified housewife. No, you’re much more than that and if it takes bloodied words and bloodier actions to get it through some thick skulls, well, he’s sure you know he’s willing to go there and farther.

But for now, he’d settle with the occasional threat of taking a body part.

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Once again you stare out at the stars, thinking about the day’s events. You’re almost bouncing on your feet, adrenaline still flowing through your veins. You feel light now, knowing you can take control of an escalating situation. Whether or not you can do it all on your own isn’t a real question. Of course you could do it without Shouta present. His existence alone is enough to ward off any violence directed at you. But it’s your own actions that determine how people will perceive you.

You let Shouta control the first meeting incident, mostly because you had no clue what was going on and no information to work from. Now that you know Shouta is listening and that there’s a purpose behind his absence, you can use it to your advantage and weed out the worst of the bad apples. With that information, and confidence that Shouta will not reprimand you--but will in fact support you--for getting mouthy with said bad apples, you could let loose some of the rage that made your blood boil. It’s freeing, taking entitled men off their precious pedestals and knocking them down a bit.

Shouta wraps his arms around you for the third time, burying his face in your neck and breathing in your scent. He kisses you lightly, feather light presses of his lips against your skin. It really does feel good, being so close to someone.

“I thought this wasn’t becoming a habit.” You sigh and lean into him.

“I’m not quite tired. Honestly I’m thinking about today. I’m still on an adrenaline high just replaying it in my head, the thrill, being able to finally get a word in.” He chuckles, squeezing you a bit tighter to him.

“I’m going to assume you’d never really been allowed to do that sort of thing before.” You nod, a small smile curling your lips. Up until now you lacked any sort of standing or power, and the rush is amazing, for lack of better words. Shouta hums then nips at the shell of your ear, his voice sultry and deep.

“Well if you’re looking to burn energy I think I could help you with that.” Your breath hitches, not prepared for such a suggestion. For a second you believe it, believe he’s really suggesting what you think he is, but you can feel his hands moving and before you can react he’s digging his fingers into your sides, making you giggle uncontrollably.

He’s laughing with you, enjoying watching you try to squirm from his grasp. He releases you, and you run over to the bedroom and duck under the blanket in an attempt to hide, but he only laughs.

“You silly girl, now you’re trapped!” He finds your waist through the thick blanket and doesn’t relent until you’re gasping for air and crying for mercy. He stops, finally, and pulls the blanket off your head. Your face is flushed, your hair splayed wild over the sheets and your chest heaving for oxygen. For a moment his mind drifts to dirtier thoughts of a similar expression he’d like to see. He pushes those thoughts away as you beam up at him, your smile reminding him of sunshine. Rough fingers brush away the hair that had fallen over your face.

“Are you ready to try sleeping now, little one?” You lean your head into his hand, nuzzling your cheek into his palm. The way he’s gazing down at you now, you know you’d never felt so adored in your life.

“Let’s sleep.” He lies down and you get comfortable on top of him, resting your head in the crook of his neck and wrapping your leg around his waist. His arms lock around you, holding you in place and he kisses the top of your head.

[hiro-gari]

Batarou Headcanon - Yakuza AU

Hello guys, it's me again bringing more Batarou headcanon! 👀✨

While I'm still trying to finish my writing on webcomic Batarou headcanon/ficlet/oneshot (??), also battling with my stressed out condition, I will offering this silly AU headcanon instead in the meantime. Warning: implication of nsfw-ish thing towards the end, but nothing explicit, also many inaccurate depiction of the topic matters I'm so sorry.

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Badd is the firstborn of the strongest Yakuza clan, and also the Yakuza family's successor after both of his parents were assassinated by enemy clan.

The assassination happened when Badd was only a little kid while Zenko still a baby. Badd and Zenko survived from the tragedy after being saved by Bang, the leader and owner of martial art dojo, who worked as Badd's family bodyguard. They were both raised by Bang until Badd is reaching his adulthood, ready to take over his family's legacy.

Badd felt so sad after the death of his parents, sometimes mourning for them every night after Zenko was asleep. He swore to himself that he wont let the tragedy happening again, not when he still has the only precious person left from his family: Zenko. Once Badd reaching coming of age and finishing his school, he would be the Boss of his family clan.

Badd thought he wont get a friend because of his status and his intimidating look, until Bang bringing his adopted son into the dojo and introducing him to Badd. His name is Garou.

Garou, Bang's adopted son, was taught to be the next family bodyguard by Bang. So he can be the greatest martial artist to protect Badd for the rest of their life.

At first Garou was reluctant to take his future responsibility. But after seeing Badd, the most beautiful yet fierce person he ever witnessed, Garou gladly accept it. Especially after Badd bravely saving him from the bullies at school, showing how determinated he was to protect anyone he considered as his "family". Thus they started their relationship as childhood bestfriend, either in school or their home at Bang's dojo.

During that time, Garou encouraged himself to training as the best as he can in martial art. There's no way a bodyguard is weaker than the one they supposed to protect. He didn't want someone hurting Badd in the future, like what happened to his entire family. Badd is his bestfriend, his future boss, and also his first love.

Garou would be more than happy to be on Badd's side forever, protecting Badd from anyone who has ill intention towards him. It doesn't matter if Badd returned his feelings or not, because the most important thing is Badd's own happiness.

On the other hand, Badd was astonished by Garou's development and determination to become the greatest martial artist. It's like the "Fighting Spirit" is not only being inherited by his family's lineage, but also could be obtained by anyone who has strong determination. Someone who can be Badd's equal, not a subordinate no matter what people say. That's why Badd likes Garou, maybe more than just a friend along the way.

Badd also started to strengthen himself by learning how to self-defence, and to strike offensive attacks if it was needed. He didn't take martial art lesson like Garou did from Bang, instead Badd creating his own combat style using his family heirloom: a metal bat. Besides, it matched with Badd's current image as delinquent punk kid. In which could be frightening enough once he becomes full-fledged Yakuza Boss.

At school, because Garou and Badd didn't have the same class as Badd was one year younger than Garou, they would hangout on school breaktime and after school. Despite being a Yakuza's son and looking like tough kid, it doesn't mean that Badd is a bully. In fact, he was the one who becomes school protector along with Garou. There's bully gang trying to pick on poor classmates? These delinquent duo would showed up and make sure they wont get 2nd chance to do that again at all (everyone didn't know what exactly Garou and Badd have done but clearly they put the fear of god into those bullies effectively).

After school, they were either hangout on local diner/family restaurant/cafe/ice cream parlor/game arcade depends of their moods, so they could still living their live as normal teenagers for awhile. Or immediately went home at Bang's dojo to do training routines. Sometimes Badd and Garou training separately, sometimes they would sparring with eachother. Most favorite time was everytime they're trying on new techniques onto eachother in sparring session at training field, while Bang supervising them the whole time from dojo's main building entrance.

When Garou and Badd weren't in training hours, they spend time to do their own hobby as a form of relaxation. Garou likes to study in Bang's library or writing poems, whereas Badd have a fondness on cooking or baking to try out his mother's recipes, Zenko often joined him, too. Sometimes whenever Badd has difficulty on studying for exams, he always comes to Garou for help, so he ended up as Badd's tutor. In exchange, Garou asking Badd to cook for him since his cooking is delicious, thus Badd making special lunchbox for Garou as the payment.

Imagine after both of them graduated from highschool, Bang with the entire Badd's family alliance clans holding an inauguration ceremony for Badd. Badd was officially becomes the Yakuza boss and the leader of his family clan, taking his family legacy as the survivor. Then Garou pledged his loyalty for Badd as his bodyguard during the ceremony, vowed to be always be on Badd's side for the rest of his life and would never betrayed him at all cost.

Imagine Garou kneeled before Badd when he pledged his loyalty. And as soon as Garou finished his vow, he took Badd's hand and kissed his knuckle softly. Then looking at Badd with so much adoration yet there's hidden fire in those golden eyes, his trademark smug grin slowly showing on his handsome face. If Badd didn't fully realized he was in the middle of inauguration ceremony, he would thinks Garou was proposing him! Not a bad thought, actually. Maybe someday Garou would do that, if it was allowed. Nothing can stop Badd from hoping.

Imagine how badass these two when they're on-duty, and their compatible dynamic is legendary among the clans. Everyone who is Badd's family subordinate really admired and respected them wholeheartedly. Not only both are very strong equally, they're also charismatic in their own way.

Badd is a good and kindhearted leader despite looking rough on the outside, but never hesitated to show the frightening side if someone trying to mess with his beloved family. A feared leader for the enemies, but a loving leader for the family. Also very protective for Zenko and Garou. Has the alias as "Metal Bat" regarding his choice of weapon during the battle. His "Fighting Spirit" would be activated as the ultimate power only when it was in a very necessary time, but enough to put a fear onto his enemies. Not very good at delivering speech at meeting but always has the best motivational words. Secretly in love with his own bestfriend a.k.a. his bodyguard. Badd has 2 kind of tattoos: Dragon tattoo on his whole left arm and Phoenix tattoo on his back.

Garou is a total monster when in the middle of combat, especially when it comes to protect Badd, Zenko, and their entire family. Have excellent sense to detect any assassin who tried to target Badd and would eliminated them in a matter of second. Basically the Best Guardian ever. That's why their enemies would call him as "Human Monster" based on his strength and abilities to fight. But even a "monster" still has the pure and softest heart for Badd, and only Badd. Have a soft spot for any underdog and bullied kids. Garou was kinda spokeperson for Badd since he's better at delivering speech than Badd. Garou has 2 kind of tattoos: Oni/Demon tattoo on his left torso and Wolf tattoo on his back.

Zenko is the "Princess" among the family clans, but that doesn't mean she couldn't participate on being badass. She was very intelligent and the most sophisticated person among the three. Also learning battōjutsu martial art for self-defense, it's always fascinating seeing Zenko training using real sword so elegantly. Really adores her big brothers, yet never hesitated to slap some sense onto them when they're being such dumbasses. Very proud of what Badd has becomes. In the future after reaching adulthood, Zenko has 2 kind of tattoos: Cherry-blossom tattoos on her whole right arm and Samurai tattoo on her back.

Both of Garou and Badd also taking Tareo as a part of their family, after saving Tareo's family from being the enemy's hostage in a war between clans. Thus, Tareo becomes Zenko's BFF and possibly also a great trusted advisor for Badd's family in the future. Admired Garou very much. Garou inherited most of his knowledges and nerdy side to Tareo, hoping they would be useful someday. In the future after reaching adulthood, Tareo has 2 kind of tattoos: Koi tattoo on his whole right arm and Lotus tattoo on his left arm.

Imagine Garou and Badd had been mutual pining the whole time, but managed to keep it down so their family and subordinates wont noticed. Once Garou successfully confessed his romantic feeling for Badd (very awkward but sweet nonetheless), in which Badd accepted immediately, they're having a secret relationship behind the family's back. Because they didn't want to cause a ruckus between the clan family just because the Boss is currently doing lots of scandalous things together with his own bodyguard for every single day. Also the fact that Badd the Boss is the bottom most of the time, since he prefers to have Garou being an aggressive top (but there's no way Badd would never be submissive, as he always serve the good challenges for Garou to prove who's Boss).

Eventhough the family hadn't know yet about their "scandalous things", they could see how affectionate Badd towards Garou and vice versa. It's almost like those two men are lovers instead of only boss-bodyguard or bestfriends.

The way Garou being so protective for Badd, the way Badd patching up Garou's battle wounds, the way they're always looked so harmonious on fighting side-by-side in combat, the way they're gazing at eachother whenever they think noone noticed, the way Garou always kissing Badd's knuckles everytime they were going to clans war, also the way Badd kissing Garou's forehead as a blessing, the way they looked so happy when spending off-duty freetime together doing whatever they like at the moment, etc.

All of those proving that whatever relationship Garou and Badd have together is already beyond what the family members could imagine.

One time the family finally found out their nature of relationship was when Badd gotten hurt seriously after failed attempt of assassination, done by the order from another leader of clan who eventually becomes a traitor in the alliance. Garou was a second too late on completely protecting Badd because he didn't expect that there was a traitor among the family alliance. Knowing Badd was hurt sent Garou in berserk mode as he annihilated all the rest of traitor's assassins in the building, while Badd's family taking care of their unconscious Boss.

The whole betrayal angered the entire alliance members, especially Badd's core family. Garou's wrath was totally understandable because he was the closest person for Badd, seeing the devastation he caused upon the traitor clan. Zenko was in rage once she knows who was betrayed her big brother, she almost going to execute that person by herself with her own sword. Bang, who had seen this kind of assassination happened twice on Badd's family, and already considered Badd as his own son, in a silent fury immediately arranging what punishments the traitor clan would get.

The traitor clan was punished severely, and its leader was executed on the following day. Badd still resting in his home, in which guarded securely by his subordinates. Zenko was helping the caretakers to heal Badd's wounds, worrying for her big brother's condition. Garou never leaving his bedside, his hands holding Badd's hands as he quietly apologizes profusely for letting Badd hurted, for nearly losing Badd because of his own carelessness. Garou was ready if Badd wants to punish him, anything will do to get his forgiveness.

Regaining consciousness a little bit after hearing Garou's long rambling, Badd weakly ordering him to shut up and stop apologizing, because there's nothing wrong with Garou. In fact, Badd was actually grateful for Garou's good reflex to prevent the assassination from being 100% successful. That's why Badd still survive and alive, soon to be back being the Big Boss again. He smiled tenderly to reassure Garou, the hands that Garou was currently holding caressing him back.

If Garou still a small weakling kid like back then, he would be sobbing pitifully seeing his only bestfriend almost died. But now as a full-grown adult and the strongest martial artist, he just silently crying out of relief having his secret lover smiling brightly for him.

Just like a Phoenix, Badd wont die too easily, always regenerating fast and reviving again so he can comes back stronger than before. As Badd said, "Death is just a flesh wound, you can totally revive through fighting spirit and have another go!".

Wiping Garou's tears away with his hands, Badd whispering a "Thank you" for him. He cupped the bodyguard's cheeks before trying to get on sitting position, which Garou quickly supporting Badd's back by pulling him closer with his arms so he could sit properly on the bed. Now that they're facing eachother, Badd slowly reduce the distance between them until he could kiss Garou softly on the lips.

Garou was so happy to have Badd in his arms again, without any hesitation he reciprocated the kiss so it would go deeper, one hand still supporting Badd's back while the other caressing his nape, pulling the Boss even more closer than before. As the kiss becomes intimate, Badd humming in joy while his arms encircled Garou's neck, never letting him go.

They both were deep in passionate moment to notice that some of their family members saw the entire thing from the window, or from the door when the others wanted to relay the meeting report to Garou so he could tell it to their Boss. But since they were already in their own world and looked so happy, they just backed off silently and keeping the secret for the sake of the Boss. Or trying to cleanse their minds because it was "too much information to see".

Despite their status, with Badd as the infamous Yakuza Boss and Garou as his monster bodyguard, the family wont mind about their love life. As long as Garou keeps their Boss happy, why not? They both deserved everything best in their life..

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Notes:

I'm so sorry for spawning another dumb AU headcanon again! And for working on completely impromptu writings instead continuing current WIP aaaah I can't focused enough my mind was going everywhere-- 😫😅🙏💦

Originally I was currently working for webcomic headcanon feat. short haired Fedex man (or mover?) Garou and tired Neo Heroes Badd, but something happened irl made me stressed out for whole 2 days nonstop. My mind was like a bottomless pit full of darker thoughts, I tried to think something anything so I wont be too focused on those thoughts. Hufff..

Then suddenly, this headcanon was born! Idk why I got this idea but I saw a Batarou fanart when scrolling through my phone gallery, it has nothing to do with Yakuza things but it sparked the whole idea! It was just Garou and Badd wearing matching Boyfriend Jackets™ with delinquent-esque tattoos motifs on the fabrics, with Badd resting on Garou's thigh while they're holding hands, both blushing brightly. I wish I could show you all but I forgot the source, since it was older fanworks from a Batarou Japanese artist on twitter 😢

I even trying to search what's popular tattoos motifs for yakuza members, and which one that matched their position/personality/depiction. It was kinda fun, imho.

Did you notice that tattoos placement for Badd and Zenko are mirrorring eachother? And that the tattoos motifs on their arms = their images (Dragon and Cherry-blossom, respectively), on their back = their way of life (Phoenix and Samurai, respectively)? Or Garou's tattoos, Demon on the front = his mask/job, while Wolf on the back = his true nature as both predator and protector? While Tareo's tattoos, Koi on the right arm = his soft and loving nature, Lotus on the left arm = his life journey to reach his full potential?

Also because I like the image of Zenko handling a sword like a badass, I was researching which sword martial art that suits her, both to self-defense and also to combat in emergency times. After looking through the types of sword martial art, I choose battōjutsu since it looks awesome yet still so elegant! Kinda punny when Badd choosing to use bat (literal bat) for fighting, whereas Zenko using battō (swordmanship) for fighting. Both words has similar pronounciation in Japanese, lmao! 😆

I hoped you enjoyed this AU, despite I know this wasn't impressionable enough as usual I'm so sorry. This idea was only done for 1 hour, another 1 hour to edit so it would coherent enough, so the quality was not quite good enough.. 😔 And after re-reading for several times, I just realized that I reused many elements/dynamic from my WereVamp AU welp, there goes me not being a creative person, already proven several times hhhh 😓

If there's anyone who wants to say something about this AU, please let me know. I'm always happy to receive some feedback even for the smallest, it's okay 👀💦👉👈 Also if anyone interested to use this Batarou AU, I will gladly rolling out the red carpet for you~ 👍❤❤

Thank you always for: @hiro-gari, @the-goddessfighter, @kaincuro, @garous-nipple, @jusqu-une-etudiante, @guby1620, @lovelybutnot-ablankcanvas, and @personne-tmblr, also all of Batarou shippers in the fandom! Thank you for always putting up with me on my lowly stupid af writings, I LOVE YOU guys! 😚❤💜💙💖💝💐

Wished me luck I can bounce back from the depression soon (I haven't getting any sleep for a whole day by the time I wrote this sentence ehehehe), and I hope you have great days, guys. Thank you all.. 🙏🙇💕💞💖🌼🌻

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

dw I gotchu😉 it’s opm_small_dduck on Twitter, their art is amazing ✨ I knew exactly which one u meant, definitely sets the tone for this hc!!

YAAAS tho I LOVE this AU! Especially them growing up together and having a reliable partner while being raised to fill their unique roles AWWW. They’ve had each other’s backs since the beginning and nobody better mess with them! Big Boss Badd 😤 it suits him so well 👏

The scene at the end tho 🥺 agh, I can imagine how shitty Garou would feel if something happened to Badd under his watch 😖 even if there was nothing he could have done to prevent it, he’d still be all emotional about it... Just might make out with the Yakuza Boss in front of his family without a second thought.., 🤷🏻‍♀️💗

And yes omg I’m love the tats!! The symbolism 👌 you nailed it!! Sword wielding Yakuza Zenko though 🙇‍♀️ Queen. Yes.

Thank you so much for this anon!! Hope you are getting some sleep 😩💖 LOTS OF LOVE TO YOU😚

[thotsforvillainrights]

Headcanons for Chisaki/Chrono/Setsuno/Mimic and Nemoto ? ♥ Like his S/O is from another state, let's say Russia and he is about meet his s/o 's family. When, he comes there, he realizes that his s/o's parents are well-known assassins for the yakuza and other mafias. And he tries to stay calm, but when they are having the family dinner, he says " well, tell me about your assasianations. ". And so, they explained situation, about them. But, even the S/O didn't know.

(Public Service Announcement: Not only am I baby, but I’m also a dumb bish! This ask was clearly explained to me but I still don’t fully get it. Out of fear of messing it up, I shifted it around. My apologies!)

~Russian Assassin S/O family~

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~Overhaul~

-Honestly he couldn’t even tell you were from Russia to begin with. He couldn’t base it off your (s/c) skin alone because sometimes there more to it than that. He can’t deny it once your parents call one day and you begin speaking full Russian, flawlessly. He begins to think ‘What the Hell?! Am I dreaming???’ until you explain to him that they’ve requested to meet him. For a little bit, he doesn’t want to go because it’s a new place and that meant new germs to possibly take on. However, he knew this day would come eventually so he went ahead and agreed to making the trip with you.

-You two made it safely, and that wasn’t the issue. The issue came when you entered the home and Kai saw your parents. He was luckily wearing a mask to hide the way his mouth popped open. However, he can’t really hide the surprise in his eyes. Your parents kept the same happy demeanor despite recognizing his face and association to the Hassaikai through files. “Please come! We’re having a lovely dinner complete with Borscht!” Your mom ushered for you two to follow her into the kitchen. Your dad closed the front door and trailed behind you two, keeping a close eye on Chisaki’s back.

-Halfway through dinner, Kai decided to make a bold move to show he had the upper hand on them. “I felt as though I recognized you two. I’m sure you know who I am and what I’m affiliated with.” You tilted your head in confusion as Kai spoke. Your parents happy demeanor never left there face. Suddenly your mom nodded and replied with a smile. “Of course we do...Kai Chisaki. Young ward of the Shie Hassaikai in Japan.” Your jaw dropped and you shot a look of worry to Kai. He simply lifted his gloved hand and gently rubbed your head. “Perhaps you won’t mind some dinner story time. Tell me about your assassinations.” 

~Chronostasis~

-Hari always felt like you were from somewhere else. It wasn’t the broken Japanese (unless you’re fluent..then just ignore that part), but it was your mannerisms that made you seem so foreign to him. He finally nailed it when he looked through some of your old photos. “Russia eh? Pretty damn cool if you ask me. Hey, what about you take me to meet your family? Please???” He convinced you to go...plus you missed home so of course you agreed!

-From the moment you made it to Russia, Kurono has been staring very intently on your parents as if there was a threat present. Meanwhile your mom showed you old baby stuff she had collected from your past, and your father chopped wood in the backyard until dinner was done. Kurono kept his serious and speculative demeanor as you traveled to the kitchen together and took you seats at the dinner table. 

- It hadn’t even been a full 5 minutes at the dinner table when he suddenly spoke up. “With all due respect, let’s cut the shit here. I know you guys and I know what you do. Let’s hear about that instead of the boring crap.” While your parents started spouting off mission experiences, you were the only one that felt left in the dark. You had no idea!!!

~Setsuno~

-Toya was nervous from the moment he woke, to the moment he got out of the shower and got dressed, to the moment you boarded your flight. “Toya baby, please calm down.” You gently placed your hand on his shaking arm. “Calm down? What makes you think I’m not calm heh heh.” He tried to nervously laugh it off. “Oh I don’t know. Maybe the way you’re shaking right now, or maybe the way you downed 7 packs of peanuts since we’ve been on the flight.”

-Toya could feel his blood run cold for a second when he saw your parent’s. Part of this was because he was nervous about meeting them for the first time, and the other part was because they were well known professional assassins throughout the crime world. Why would you have kept this from him?! He looked at you expectantly and realization set in when he noticed the way you carelessly played cards with your dad. You must not have known this??? “Dinner's ready!” Your mother called out from the kitchen.

-”Uhm...Are you guys...I mean, you guys are definitely assassins. I apologize, but I would like to tell y/n about this too since they seemed to not know it.” Setsuno spoke up. You dropped your fork and did a double take. “I’m sorry...WHAT?!?!” You freaked out while your parents laughed carelessly. “I guess if we told you the Easter bunny wasn’t real, it was about time to tell you thr truth about us too!” You mom spoke cheerfully. 

~Mimic~

-”Irinaka what are you wearing?” You tried to hold back a laugh from him. Mimic was currently in his full form wearing a tacky orange and green suit while nervously combing his hair in the hotel mirror. “Irinaka, just be comfortable. That’s the 5th suit I saw you pull out and try on. My parents aren’t going to care how you look. They care about what type of person you are.” You reassured him. “Yeah babe, I know. I just tryin to make a good impression on em.” Irinaka shifted himself to look at you over his shoulder. He noticed you were wearing a plain T-Shirt from your favorite show/movie, a pair of comfy pants, and you favorite old shoes. You were simple and comfy, so maybe he could be too?

-Mimic tapped his feet nervously while you chatted with your parent about Japan life. They were assassins...they were famous assassins. They could probably kill him 40 different ways with one blade of grass. They were either against the yakuza or with them depending on whatever side payed the most for their services...and now he was literally face to face with them. Normally he was braver but there was something terribly chilling the way they pretended as if nothing was wrong.

-Mimic seemed to become more like his normal annoyed self while your dad prattled on at the table about the winter this year. Your mom smiled and worked on a crossword puzzle, dipping her spoon into her bowl to eat every once in the while. You joked along with them until Mimic slammed his fork onto the table and glared in annoyance. “Cut it out with all the small talk and let’s hear about those assassinations instead.” You stared at him in confusion. Had he gone crazy? “Oh alright! I suppose it was getting a little boring here.” Your mom giggled. You then looked at her in confusion instead. Had SHE gone crazy!?!? Seems like you learned a new thing today.

~Shin Nemouto~

-Nemouto knew you were from Russia from the start. You two had really no secrets between each other. It was a comforting thing too! Therefore, he had plenty of time to prepare himself before the day came that you asked him to come meet your parents. Shin jumped on the offer and you two were off to Russia in a heartbeat (or as fast as the plane could carry).

-After being in the house with your parents for a while, your parents went into the kitchen to set the table and finish dinner preparations. Meanwhile, Nemouto excused himself to speak privately with you. He asked you multiple weird questions but you managed to answer them to best of your knowledge. Shin knew you were telling the truth but one last time he chose to use his quirk for a single question. “Y/N, have you been hiding your parents work from me?” He asked. Without hesitation you answered him. “No, I wouldn’t hide anything. My mom designs blankets and quilts downtown, and my father works at a local mine.” Perhaps, you didn’t know? “Time for dinner you two!” Your father called out. Nemouto kept his guard up as he entered the kitchen with you.

-Nemouto hadn’t hesitated to straight up use his quirk (as he usually did when he wasn’t sure about something). He really didn’t have to! Turns out your parents are open books when it comes to this stuff involving you and him now. Besides, they had dirt on him being a part of a criminal organization, and could get rid of him any time they pleased. Aside from that, they spent at least 30 minutes apologizing to you about never telling you this stuff. 

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The Gary Gygax Job (An Adventure in Two Parts)

I was asked to post my “Hardison forces the gang to play D&D fic” that I wrote for @alexromero​ so here it is. It’s actually just the set up and not the game itself because that would have been a whole undertaking but, anyway, I hope the anon who asked for it enjoys it.

Part One

BASE. Gyutou. Paris.

It's Parker's idea, surprisingly. Well, surprisingly to someone who knows Parker well but not very well. The team is breaking up, at least partially (though the kids have a secret pool running about how much wedded bliss Nate and Sophie can stand before they're ready to get back into the fight). She's not ready to lose two people from her very small inner circle.

"We should do, like, a girls' night," she suggests out of the blue, over the comms while crawling through air ducts (she has some of her best ideas in air ducts, which makes sense, statistically speaking).

"Girls' night?" says Hardison from the van. "You and what girls?"

"Me and Sophie. But also you and Nate and Eliot."

"Tha-that's just hanging out Parker. It's not a girl's night if there are guys."

She shrugs (tries to shrug. There's not enough space in the air duct). "Whatever. We should do it. I miss Sophie. And Nate," she adds, belatedly.

"Me too."

"Me three," Eliot finally cuts in. He's been providing an ambient background of grunts and things smashing into other things for the past minute or so, but that kind of thing is surprisingly easy to ignore after a while. "But can we do this AFTER THE CON???" They grudgingly decide to put a pin in it while Eliot runs his hand through his hair in annoyance. Honestly.

When they call the "Call us if you need us but please try very hard not to need us," number, they get Sophie, which is good. She'll be easier to convince and if they convince her, they've got Nate too. Parker explains her idea and Sophie is very into it: Group activity, once a month, full team.

Sophie's in so they're in business. Hardison puts all of their names into a randomizer and Parker ends up with first pick.

"Greece!" she says, immediately.

"Excellent choice, Parker!" says Sophie, picturing the food and beaches and museums. And then she remembers who she's speaking to.

"Parker, what are we doing in Greece?"

They find out two weeks later and Hardison thinks that it's a good thing he loves Parker to death, because he's pretty sure she's going to get him killed.

BASE Jumping on Zakynhos Island.

"Oh, come on!" Hardison whines as he's tossed a parachute. Sophie is also not thrilled, but she seems to think that encouraging Parker's social skills is worth 5-ish seconds of sheer terror.

The jump order is Eliot, Sophie, Nate (who is choosing to be amused by this whole thing), Hardison, then Parker. Hardison and Parker are the last two on the cliff.

"Come on you big baby," she says. "You've jumped off of buildings before."

"Not for fun."

She touches his chest very deliberately. "Then don't do it for fun. Do it for me."

He shakes his head and steels his nerves. "Sophie's rubbing off on you and I don't like it."

He is so happy to land in one piece that he immediately drops to his back and makes sand angels. From above, he can hear Parker's adrenaline-high scream. He opens his eyes, sees her parachute explode out, and then closes his eyes again. Maybe if he pretends to be asleep, she won't make him go again.

Somehow, Eliot's pick is worse.

He says they're going for a cooking lesson which sounds safe enough. The lesson is at a tiny sushi place in Brooklyn and the chef is some Japanese buddy of his. They're not allowed to know how they know each other specifically (Eliot says he's a "work friend") and they're not allowed to know his name, so they just call him Chef.

Everyone's having a good time and whatever work Chef did with Eliot before, cooking is obviously his calling.

And then…well, Hardison's not sure. It happens really quickly. The door bursts open and a man in dark clothes bursts in. There's a flash of silver from Chef's side of the room and the man drops. Hardison doesn't even have time to jump.

Chef isn't holding his knife anymore, Hardison notices. He looks across the room. It's implanted in the intruder's chest. A gun falls out of his hand and Nate kicks it away.

"What just happened?" says Hardison, trying to keep his voice level.

"It's a Gyutou," says Eliot. "Sharpest knife in the game."

"I'm not asking ab--why would you think I was asking about the knife?"

"Because the guy's Yakuza. Obviously."

"Wait, Yakuza? Like, Yakuza-Yakuza?"

"No, one of the many other Yakuzas out there. Yes, that Yakuza!" In the time it's taken them to have this conversation, Chef has dragged their attacker's limp body into a supply closet, found a clean knife, and gone back to chopping ginger.

Hardison has so many comments that he doesn't know where to start. He just throws up his hands and goes to stand in the corner for a minute. When he remembers that the corner he's in very recently had a dead body in it, he picks a new corner.

Sophie takes everyone for a weekend in Paris because of course she does.

Paris is great. No one tries to kill anyone in Paris. There's no jumping off of anything in Paris.

But…

But it's a little like being on a three-day date with your parents sometimes. And Hardison has been Team Nate and Sophie since day one basically. That doesn't mean he wants to know every museum in Paris they've done it in. Not that he's asking, for the record. But they'll walk in and give each other this kind of smug smirk and he can just tell. It's disgusting.

So, when Hardison's turn rolls around, he feels exactly zero guilt for choice.

"Dungeons and Dragons?" Eliot says with the kind of scorn he reserves for especially bad bad guys and Hardison.

"Oh, I don't wanna hear that tone from you, alright? I don't wanna hear it from any of y'all. Little miss adrenaline junkie over there," Parker blows him a kiss, "And your crazy Samurai friends," Eliot rolls his eyes, "And y'all two making googly eyes at each other for three solid days."

Nate takes a second from doing just that to say, "You're exaggerating."

"He's really not," says Parker.  

"BASE. Gyutou. Paris," Hardison rattles off again. "I did your thing now you're doing mine." He pulls a d20 out of his pocket and holds it between two fingers with a satisfied smirk. "Age of the geek, baby."

Part Two

Nate claims character creation is too complicated for him to understand which is a blatant lie because Hardison has seen him rig an election and manipulate the stock market on the fly and give a guy a nosebleed with his mind like he was freaking Professor X.

"This isn't my thing, Hardison," he says. "Just make a character for me. I don't care about the details. Do whatever you want."

Do whatever you want.

Famous last words.

Hardison makes him a dwarf barbarian character with an intelligence score so low he'll have trouble scratching himself.

Nate texts him a one-word response: No.

Well if you don't like my painstakingly created character you can make your own, Hardison texts back.

Just fix it.

Oh, he'll fix it alright. But first, he has to deal with Eliot.

He tries a different tactic with Eliot.

"Alright," he says when Eliot reluctantly drops in the chair across from him, looking like he's just been plunked into the heart of Gitmo. "You don't have to make a character. I premade one for you. Check it."

He fans out the materials he's printed out that show the character he created--premade for Eliot's approval. He's a human fighter, with a greatsword as his main weapon. He's proficient in several languages, weapons, tools--Hardison had to fudge the rules a little to give him so many skills at level one but it's nothing more ridiculous than what he can do in real life. He even had a sketch commissioned--he knows from experience that Eliot is a sucker for cool artwork of himself.

Eliot's eyes scan the sheets of paper and Hardison thinks he detects that trademark grudging approval he was going for.

"Did I do good or did I do good?"

Eliot looks up, scowls, and then something clearly goes off in his head because a slight smirk replaces the scowl. Hardison doesn't trust it but he doesn't react either.

"OK," says Eliot. "I'll play your character. One change though."

Just one? He can handle that. The way Eliot was looking at him he thought something much worse was coming.

"Sure, what?"

"I want to play as a pacifist."

Hardison's brain BSOD's and reboots in time to see Eliot's slight smirk go full Cheshire cat.

"What?"

"I'll play your guy in your little nerd game, but I want to play as a pacifist."

"You're telling me, you want to play this character, this fighter--a guy whose entire skillset is based on fighting--as a pacifist?"

"Yup."

Hardison scatters the papers in front of him as he thinks of all the high-level encounters he'd planned, counting on Eliot's super buffed fighter to keep the party alive, just like in real life.

"I don't get no respect around here."

While he's reworking the campaign, he gets a text from Nate re: the second premade character Hardison sent him--a sexy tiefling ranger. A sexy, female, tiefling ranger.

You're aware that I know where you live, right?, the text reads.

Not my fault you won't be specific. I'm working on pure guesswork here, Hardison texts back.

Fix it, Nates texts again. Then he adds, Don't forget I know how to hypnotize people.   

Hardison snorts: And I can hack your bank account and spend everything on My Little Ponies. Make your damn character Nate.

Sophie is confused.

"If there's no goal, how do you play?" she asks him over Skype.

He never got a chance to really explain how the game worked and clearly, she hasn't looked it up in the meantime.

"There's a goal. There's just not one singular goal. You usually get some kind of quest and then you choose whatever you want to do. It's an RPG, just without the computer." When she squints in confusion he explains. "Role playing game."

Recognition goes off in her eyes and he realizes how he needs to sell the game to Sophie. "You get to pick a character. Well not pick. Make a character. You come up with a backstory and their abilities--"

"It's like coming up with a cover."

"Yes, exactly. It's exactly like that but you can also do magic if you want."

After she makes the connection, she's sold. The next day, she comes over with her backstory prepared. Or, rather, her backstories.

"I made more than one character because I couldn't decide on playing as a bard or a rogue. They're both very me. Oh," she gasps in much more excitement than Hardison thought he would ever see Sophie Devereaux show about Dungeons and Dragons. "Is there any way I could play as a bard and a rogue?"

"I got you," he says pulling out an info sheet he'd printed in anticipation of her request. "Bam. Sophie special."

"Songfilch?" she reads from the top of the sheet.

"It's not an official class," Hardison explains. "It's kind of a homebrew hybrid I whipped up. Half thief, half performer."

Sophie lights up. "You made me a grifter!"

"I told you this was a fun game."

"One more question," she says. "Is it possible I could play as a vampire? They get the thrall ability which would be useful I think."

"Uh, well you could," said Hardison. "But vampires also can't enter homes without being invited. The whole point of being a rogue is sneaking into houses without being invited to steal stuff. You can't expect them to just open the door and let you…" His words trail off as he remembers who he's speaking to. She bats her eyelashes at him, teasingly. "Yeah. Vampire songfilch. Go for it."

Nate texts him again later in the afternoon. He thinks it's gonna be in response to the munchkin baker character he sent (not a real race or class but Nate's not gonna check) but, miracles of miracles, it's a real character. Not a full character, mind you. It's just sketchy notes for a character: A cleric turned paladin. Servant of the god Helm--god of protectors.

There's not a lot there but there's enough for Hardison to know he actually put effort into it. He thinks Sophie must have gotten to him. Either way, it's enough for him to fill in the blanks and make Nate a character he will actually enjoy playing once he gives it a chance.

An enjoyable character who kicks ass since Eliot is still refusing to.

Parker is actually pretty game about the whole thing.

Which she better be, Hardison thinks. You can't force a guy to jump off of a cliff and then get mad about a little geekery.

She picks her class easily (rogue, natch) but she has trouble picking a race.

"What are you playing as?" she asks.

"I'm not playing," he explains. "I'm running the game. I'm like the narrator."

"Oh." She frowns. "That's lame. It would be more fun if you played."

"Someone has to run the game, Parker."

"I guess," she says. "It's still lame though."

He helps her finish her rogue (halfling rogue they decide), but he's only half paying attention. By the time they're done, he realizes there's someone he needs to call.

Hardison arrives at the game sesh with a guest. "Hey guys," he announces. "This is Chris, my foster brother. He's exactly like me, minus the criminal activity and rugged good looks."

He's also white, but no one mentions that.

"What's he doing here?" Eliot asks.

"Hardison asked me to DM for y'all," Chris answers.

Parker realizes what this means first. "You're playing?"

He nods. "Elven Wizard. I'm gonna hack reality, baby."

Chris rolls his eyes. "You can't just use the word hack whenever you want to. It has a very specific meaning."

"I can if I hack the language," Hardison shoots back as he sits down.

Chris grits his teeth like he's had this argument many times before (which he clearly has). "Let's do this before I kill you. Not in the game, in real life. Are you guys ready?"

Hardison looks around the table: Fighter, Songfilch, Paladin, Rogue, Wizard.

It's a weird group.

He grins.

"Ready. Let's do this."

[todayisafridaynight]

hey, i hope life's treating ya well this week! i finished y6 yesterday and came to share some thoughts if you don't mind :)

i think kiryu tried to project on his kids what he wanted kazama to be like as a father, but ultimately kazama'ed all of them, especially daigo. i found the ending of y6 very touching, but that's because i like daigo in all of his bland npc glory, and i agree with a lot of criticism of that ending being somewhat weird, especially when we had so little interaction with haruka, who just. you know. woke up from a coma. i wrote this already in my blog, but i'll repeat myself: that ending would've made much more sense if we had just more of daigo in general amd/or saw his transition from his y2 version to his version later in the series. like, we know haruka and kiryu are close, and we assume daigo and kiryu are close too, but i'd love to see more evidence of it in the actual text. that one substory in y0 clearly wasn't enough. i wish we could have more of haruka, MUCH more of haruka, too. the lack of her agency in y6 after y5 felt frustrating

i did enjoy the game, though. i really liked the callbacks to the previous games. as for side activities, it never seizes to amaze me how the eroge minigames are become just more and more unhinged. but all the missed storytelling opportunities, man

(it's also v funny that daigo's sr card code in clan creator is kiryusavemepleaz. i don't speak japanese and therefore haven't played rggo, but i know about a story where majima lets daigo win him on purpose or something? also the situations daigo's often put in (which are mostly near death experiences), him never getting any kind of resolve with ryuji as well... i think yokoyama kinda hates daigo lmao)

Heya! I sure love thoughts and I sure love talking about Daigo :]

On the note about 'Kazama'ing his kids, I'm going to be ugly and take a minute to interpret what that means if you don't mind.

When it comes to what Kazama did to his kids, he allowed Nishiki and Kiryu to join the yakuza despite knowing the dangers of it at their insistence. Ergo, we see Kazama prioritize the yakuza, telling Kiryu to leave the Dojima situation in Y1 alone. Moreover, despite Kazama lacking faith in Nishiki's abilities as a yakuza, he still expected him to be able to lead a family by himself while he took care of Yumi in hiding.

As for Kiryu and his kids, it was evident Kiryu wanted to be able to parent the kids at Morning Glory- to speculate, maybe as a way to atone of Kazama's messy paretning without outright admitting Kazama had faults. However, his bond with those in the yakuza inevitably kept him coming back, especially in regards to Daigo (who, of course, we find out he sees as a son. In this, it's a case of Kiryu still wanting to be a good parent, but the priorities aren't exactly there). In this (and I've discussed this in a post prior), Kiryu's attempting to spread himself thin when it comes to his family: he wants to help the Tojo, if not predominantly due to Daigo's presence there, but he also wants to father the orphans at Morning Glory. Unfortunately, since Kiryu can justify leaving the kids as Okinawa's a safer setting and he's admittedly at his best in a fight, he ends up leaving for Tokyo every time action's needed.

It's actually Kiryu's constant leaving that had me assume he was writing his letter to Haruka at first during Y6's ending, specifically when he was talking about how he lamented not spending more time with her. On the subject of Haruka, Y6 really did her disgustingly: as soon as she was of age, she becomes a mother and, on top of that, she gets hit by a car and is in a coma the majority of the game and doesn't even get to properly spend time with Kiryu before he vanishes. I genuinely wish and- foolishly- hope one day Haruka can actually get the respect she deserves after having been such an important, prominent, and interesting character throughout this franchise.

To talk about Daigo and Kiryu, the main subject of this ask I feel, I think RGG did as much as they could when it came to demonstrating Kiryu and Daigo's relationship. In Y5, it's revealed that Kiryu believes that people who become close to him suffer (and in this scene in particular, he's referring to Daigo after he gets shot on the roof)- how long he's had this mentality I couldn't definitively tell you, but I wouldn't be surprised if this has been a thought since everyone's deaths in Y1. Because of Kiryu's fear for others' well-being, it can be reasoned that Kiryu might have wanted to keep his distance from Daigo as much as he could lest something go wrong (but of course, he also feels responsible for protecting others, leading him to take action where he should probably leave things be). In Y4, we can see the buds of Kiryu regretting not being there for Daigo when he needed him most, outright apologizing to him for putting him in the position of chairman without any proper training or time. Considering all of this, Kiryu's letter to Daigo aligns with what we've seen: even if Kiryu wasn't able to be close to Daigo and properly guide him like he should have, he still confesses that Daigo was incredibly important to him and he regrets letting that fear stop their bond from deepening.

Daigo on the flip side, we become very aware that he values Kiryu immensely. To return to Y5, at the end of his taxi ride he tries to reassure Kiryu that he's able to carry himself without his help (i.e. 'I'm trying my best to walk this path' after Kiryu kicks him out of the car). Daigo's need for Kiryu's approval is also evident in RGGO: the story with Majima you're talking about is one of his character stories where he first becomes chairman. In this story, Daigo struggles to understand what Kiryu's intention was entrusting him to the Tojo Clan, but once he realizes it, this is his turning point to stop being the brute he was in Y2. To extend on RGGO shining light on Daigo's feelings for Kiryu, during his initial meeting with Mine in Mine's story, he lets Mine know he was so ardent in watching the Tojo at first so he could make 'the man' who put him in that position proud, and later during their bar conversation in another one of Mine's stories, he lets Mine know that while he doesn't consider Kiryu family at this point, he still considers him someone incredibly close to him (and as we see in Y6, Daigo will do a hard 180 on this and proudly call Kiryu his father). To jump back to Kiryu for a second, we can argue that Mine's whole 'what could Daigo see in a man like you' line could have contributed to Kiryu's want to distance himself from Daigo. Because what if Mine had a point: what WAS there to admire in Kiryu? What could Daigo POSSIBLY like about Kiryu, and would it not just be better if he wasn't in his life after- inadvertently- getting him put in a coma? To end this segment on a goofy note, Daigo's clan code being 'kiryuhelpmeplz' is super funny with the father/son lens: Daigo's gotta call his dad to help him out </3

EDIT: In regards to the RGGO story I mentioned here, I misremembered the exact quote and that drastically changes the scene and meaning I'm referencing, and significantly portrays the relationship between Daigo and Kiryu differently from what I've said. For the correct quote and sentiment, please refer to this ask here (x)

In all of this, it's reasonable that RGG couldn't expand on Kiryu and Daigo's relationship, but that's what makes Kiryu's letter so significant. We see from Kiryu and Daigo's sides individually that they saw each other as family, but neither of them were able to confront that fact directly for one reason or another (Kiryu, again, with is fear of hurting those he loves and his general inability to express his emotions perfectly. Daigo might have thought seeing Kiryu as his dad was inappropriate, especially after having had to believe he killed his actual dad). Kiryu lamenting the bond they could have had wouldn't have had the same merit if Kiryu and Daigo were actually able to bond more, but because they didn't and we see they still cherish each other, the impact's there.

My long ugly ramble aside, I'm glad you still enjoyed the game! I don't know if you have any more of the games left to play, but if you ever get around to them I hope you enjoy them!

[komakitigerdrop]

Lol I remember in the Finder Character Interviews Feilong said something about how he likes people who derive from his idea of common sense. No no wait or he wouldn't answer because the question was hypothetical and littke Tao got a bit upset. No doubt Tao doesn't want to share Fei.

Oh poor Tao. I agree I feel Feilong is so ill suited for the position of a Dragon Head, easily moved by his emotions which I feel he doesn’t fully understand at times.

Hah, good thing you pointed that out. Good timing too, since the story seems to be giving Fei Long and Tao much more room than sensei originally expected to give them.

If you think about the world Fei Long lives in, it’s not hard to understand why he was so fascinated by Asami when the two of them met. (I will get to Tao in a minute). 

This will be a long post, by the way. I will hide it under a cut not to clutter anyone’s dashboard.

Triads are all about family and blood ties, about strict rules, about respecting hierarchy and basically killing your own personal aspirations to serve the organization. Some of the illegal affairs they deal with are very similar to the ones handled by the Japanese yakuza (as well as their constant meddling with political affairs, even though in Japan that aspect is clearly much stronger and better documented), but what constitutes “family” differs an enormous amount between those two organizations.

So, this is the first point. Not only was Fei Long raised to serve the triad, but he was also raised to believe he was inferior to his brother Yan, and therefore unfit to be a successor - which, as you pointed out, might be just the case, but not because he was incompetent, far from it; more because of the fact he has a gentle, intellectual and emotional nature. That is what makes him unfit.

And then, out of nowhere, in comes Asami. What people sometimes overlook (especially those that like to entertain the idea that Asami did what he did in Flower in the High Loft out of love/attarction/any noble sentiment) is that Asami was in Hong Kong with an agenda of his own. He needed to convince Fei Long to take over the Baishe because business-wise, Yan was not an option. And to do that, he pushed all the right buttons: fully aware of Fei Long’s desperate need for reassurance and validation (a.k.a daddy issues), he was the daddy. He praised, he comforted, he encouraged, he protected. And as a (direct and indirect) result of Asami’s shenanigans. Fei Long began to tread the path Asami wanted him to.

From Fei Long’s perspective: how could he not fall in love with that man? If anything, Asami is the opposite of common sense. He defies all rules that have always applied to Fei Long. For one, Asami answers to no one. He is no yakuza, he serves no one but himself. He is not bound by family ties, he is in charge of his own fate - something Fei Long has never been. Even now that he leads the Baishe, even that was the result of years of manipulation and other people’s decisions.

So, in a way, Asami is not just an object of affection. He represents everything Fei Long wishes he could have, but that he is fated not to. 

Tao, on the other hand, is a comforting reminder that not everything in Fei Long’s life is darkness and loneliness. What happens when Tao begins to work for the triad’s interests, though, is yet to be seen. This loving relationship between Fei and Tao is one that I cannot see as romantic, and that doesn’t need to be, actually. Kids are often jealous of their parents (and I would rather leave the Freudian reasons out of the post, it is already far too long). It is okay that Tao dislikes the idea of sharing, in FnR he is extremely jealous of Yoh. The idea of “losing” Fei Long’s affection the moment Fei settles down with someone is something I hope he will soon grow out of.

There is much that the Head of the Baishe will never be able to have, but that doesn’t mean his bed and heart will have to be empty forever. Surely little Tao can cut Feilong-sama some slack when it comes to a new love!

[crazyzaika]

Love on Detours - Chapter 7

Hey guys, and here comes the next chapter. It's still unchecked, but I hope it's not to bad. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think.

Greets Z

Chapter 7

He stroked with his fingers through the long blond hair that spread over the pillow and looked smilingly at the ceiling, had his other arm tightly wrapped around her, while Lucy nestled to him and slept. The wedding dinner had been over for hours and he still felt this joy in his heart. After the confession and the kiss they had gone back and Natsu had called Michelle and Mirajane and informed them about everything so that Lisanna could not run and squeal to her grandfather. He didn't want Lucy's parents to come in here in the next few days and destroy everything. Because finally Lucy was His. His girlfriend, his woman. She belonged to him and he belonged to her and that would not change, he would take care of that himself.

A slight grin was spreading on his features. He became a father, damn it! Apparently his mother had been right. But did it bother him? Not really. She had proudly shown him the picture of the ultrasound and when he learned that there would be twins, the party had been even more lively. A big grin lay on his lips and warmth spread in his chest.

"Why are you smiling like that," Lucy asked quietly and her voice was drowsy. Apparently she had just woken up. He turned to his side and looked down at her with a smile, grinning even wider.

"I'm just happy, that's all," he replied and stroked his fingertips over her pale, soft skin. Lucy's eyes got bigger and she blinked. Then she giggled and snuggled closer to him. He pulled her closer to his chest, stroked her neck and enjoyed the feeling of her soft body against his.

"I'm sorry I've been silent so far," she said. He pulled her a little closer and buried the face in her hair. She smelled wonderfully of strawberries and vanilla and he grumbled contentedly.

"Luce ... stop apologizing," he purred and kissed her neck. She gasped and he felt her fingernails clawing into his chest. His lips wandered over her skin, stroked over her ear and he bit hesitantly into it what made her wheeze again. He grinned. She was sensitive and he would lie if that didn't turn him on. He felt a pull in his groin and she gasped again, this time a little frightened. Natsu detached himself a little from her and met her gaze from big brown eyes.

"But ... "

"No buts. You were afraid I'd understand... but Luce?"

"Yes?"

"Don't ever do that again, you hear? You know me, I hate lies," he said and his voice was colder than he wanted. Lucy's eyes widened and she swallowed, then she nodded. Redness spread on her cheeks. He smiled and pressed a kiss on her forehead, pulling her closer again. She was so damn soft and fragile at the same time. How did that work?

"Uh ... do you think you can wait with the sex?" she asked then and Natsu froze in his movement. Silence lay over the room and his cheeks glowed as he cleared his throat.

"Um ... "

"I mean ... I love you and everything and ... uh ... your body is absolutely hot", she started and he had to grin, "but ... I don't feel comfortable having sex right now. Is that okay?" she seemed so insecure and it stabbed him in the heart. Nevertheless he smiled and stroked through her hair.

"Sure. We've been a couple since last night. Don't worry about that," he said quietly and grinned at her. She sighed and smiled broadly at him, nodded and snuggled up to him a little more. He closed his eyes and played thoughtlessly with her silky hair. His heart beat fast and strong against his ribs.

"Twins, huh?" he asked and she giggled softly.

"Yep."

"I'm surprised that mother hasn't beheaded me yet," Natsu replied and felt Lucy giggle softly again, which made him grin. Even if it worried him somehow that the possibility still existed. But it was a fact that no one who was still in his right mind voluntarily exposed himself to the wrath of Grandeeney Dragneel. She wasn't the Oyabun's wife without a reason. Everyone here had the greatest respect for her, some people were more afraid of her than their father and that meant something. Even Zeref, Acnologia's foster son, who really didn't have all the cups in his cupboard, obeyed her instructions. And normally he only listened to Acnologia or to him.

"She got drunk when I came back from the first examination," Lucy whispered quietly and Natsu's eyes widened. He swallowed.

"And your father cried in joy and kissed the ultrasound image," she giggled quietly and with disbelief he looked at Lucy.

"Are ya serious?"

"Absolutely. Your mother was about to strangle him," she said and he laughed. That his old man reacted in such a way that something he never would have thought of.

The vibration of his cell phone woke him up and annoyed he turned to the side, detached himself from her sweet, soft body and pulled the smartphone to him, answering the call.

"Mhm," he growled into the receiver.

"We have an assignment, Laxus. Come out of your bed, I'll wait for you on the ground floor," the female but harsh voice reached his ears and he sighed annoyed.

"Erza?" he asked confused. She had woken him from deep sleep. But that wasn't a trick, because he had an absolutely light sleep. Nevertheless the words reached him slowly and he sighed deeply.

"Yes, you flat pliers. Who do you think is speaking here? Santa Claus? Your father, or what? Come on down here, or I'll come and get you," she said, and with every second he wasted waiting, her bad mood seemed to grow. Cold shivers glided down his back.

" Yeah it' s good, I'm coming down. Give me a break," he said, snorting annoyed. She growled again, but hung up. For him the sign that he was dismissed for the time being. But definitely only for the next five minutes. As long as he wasn't down then. The young woman next to him stirred easily and grumbled reluctantly. He bent over her and gave her a quick kiss, then he swung his legs out of bed, overcame the small distance to the table on the wall where his clothes hung over a chair and slipped in.

"Where are you going?" her soft voice quietly reached his ears and he sighed. So he had woken her up after all. Great. What he couldn't use now was an affectionate girlfriend. That's why he snorted annoyed, turned to her while he put on a vest and locked it and then put on a black shirt over it. He avoided her gaze. Shunned the gaze from those big blue eyes that now looked at him reproachfully. He swallowed slightly, his throat tightening.

"You are going ... to work?" she asked and alone she the way how she emphasized the word work, clearly showed him what Mira thought of his job. She came from a rich family. Quite in contrast to him. He had grown up in the gutter before Igneel had found him and taken him in, before he had met his grandfather. Accordingly, he had joined his clan at that time. Igneel was his great role model. He sighed and drove irritated through the blond short hair he had from his mother, as he knew.

"Listen ... ", he began and paused, his gaze lay on her, but he did not know what he should say. Mira swallowed and turned the gaze away, pulled the slender legs close to her upper body, wrapped her arms around it. Her luscious breasts were pushed up and he wished he could stay and hold her in his arms. Wish he could calm her down, pull her over and make her forget the world out there.

"Mira... sweetie," he began and his voice was husky and rough. He swallowed. How could he make her understand it? That he had duties? He was not allowed to talk about his work, that was a fact. But he wanted her to know that he wasn't doing dirty things. He did not want her to hate him. His lips pressed together, his hands clenching into fists. But she shook her head. The white pony fell into her forehead and the white curls fell like a veil around her, enveloping her body.

"Just go, asshole. Then do your job. But don't come to me when you get shot," she growled and he heard the pain clearly in her voice. He knew she was afraid that one day he wouldn't come back. He knew it, but Laxus couldn't change that. Everyone in this world had a role to play in doing a job and his role was to kick the ass of the really bad guys. Because that was what the clan actually did. They all had the image of a yakuza clan, but they actually dig out terror cells and organizations when the government demanded it. Sure, the clan also had two three brothels in the red light district, but the girls there were well treated and if they didn't want to, they weren't forced to do anything. But those were things he wasn't allowed to tell her, he couldn't tell her.

It hurt him and he would love to change this world for her, but he was just a small cogwheel on the whole. The fact that she was talking to him made him incredibly happy. His cell phone was vibrating, but he ignored his phone.

"I love you, you know that," he said and his voice trembled slightly. He swallowed and took a deep breath, drove over his neck and then grabbed his gun holster, put it on and strapped two knives to his thigh.

Mira watched him do it and it simply killed her that he was going. That he would hurt people again. She wasn't stupid, she knew he was a yakuza. Scum of society. She had already known that in high school and yet it hadn't stopped her from falling in love with him. She bit her lower lip, felt the burning in her eyes. Her heart cramped. She knew that he loved her and yet it hurt that she couldn't stop him from the violence. Again the phone vibrated and she felt as if she could feel the anger of the caller. Angrily, she looked at the smartphone, pressed her lips together and crawled resolutely across the wide bed, reaching for the device. And before Laxus could stop her, she answered the call.

"What?" she hissed. For a moment there was silence.

"Where is Laxus?" came the cold, irritable counter-question. Mira's eyes became narrow. She knew his voice. Erza. A dark rumble rolled up her throat and hot rage gathered in her belly. Poisonous dripping jealousy stretched her claws out to her heart.

"Listen carefully, you red-haired slut. He's about to put on protective clothing and weapons! If anything happens to him, I'll skin you and your darling. Only that this is clear," she hissed furiously into the device and silence spread both in the room and on the other side of the listener.

"Are you serious? If you think you can defeat me in a duel, Strauss. You're just a ridiculous little doll and don't deserve him at all, you snipe," came the cool answer. Mira felt the inevitable urge to drag Erza through the phone and rip her head off. Or to cut her into strips. Whichever fitted better.

"I mean it, Scarlett! If I don't get him back in one piece and intact, you'll lose more than one eye, understand? Then you will suffer so much that you wish you had never been born," she nagged and then the mobile phone was taken away from her. She hissed furiously, straightened up and wanted to grab it, but then she was pulled against his hard body and he kissed her possessively, plundered her mouth. Mira slapped his shoulders to let her go, but at the same time returned the kiss. She was so unspeakably angry. Then Laxus detached himself from the kiss, grinned at her dirty and she gasped softly. Her chest raised and lowered hectically and a deep blush lay on her high cheekbones.

"You're incredibly sexy, Mira," he snarled, pressed a quick kiss on her lips, loosened and bit her neck still teasingly, then licked her skin apologetically. She moaned. He was mean! Her body tingling and rage turned to excitement. But she knew he wouldn't go to bed with her.

"Erza, calm down, I'll be right there," he growled into his cell phone and hung up. He pressed another firm kiss on her lips, stroked her back and sucked the scent of her hair, her body deep into his lungs.

"I'll come back to you, don't worry. Nothing and nobody can stop me from ever coming back to you," he said and his voice was rough. Mira smiled slightly, nodded and her gaze followed him until he left the bedroom, walked down the hall. Her throat tightened and she felt the treacherous burning of her eyes. She swallowed when she heard the crack of the door and gritted her teeth tightly. And then the tears came.

He drove the 10 floors down to the underground garage with the elevator. With a quiet ping, the technician announced that he was on the desired floor and while the door slid to the side, the view of his light grey soul mirror slid through the poorly lit underground car park. He immediately saw the bright red head of hair and set himself in motion.

And he had clearly not been mistaken. She was furious. But that didn't really interest him. He walked the remaining meters while she, wearing clothes as black as he, crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her weapons were hidden under leather clothes and she fixed her eyes on him.

"What?"

"It took too long, Dreyar," she hissed angrily and sighed annoyed, twisting her eyes.

"Put a stain on your shirt, Scarlett. Mira is more important to me than the shit here," he growled and stepped to the passenger seat, because he knew that she would drive. He knew her too well then. Erza Scarlett, undercover agent by profession, would never let anyone else drive her beloved car. Not even Jellal was allowed to drive the car and that should mean something. He was usually allowed to do pretty much anything with Erza. She growled at him angrily and for a moment he was afraid that she might jump over her car and go to his throat, but then she seemed to have calmed down, because she got in without comment, but threw the car door too loud. He turned his eyes again, then got into the car with her. She just got so annoyed that it wasn't funny anymore. But she was also his partner on the job.

Whereby that was something that was chosen according to abilities and not inclinations. If he could decide, he would never have made Erza his partner. He just couldn't stand her enough for that. She was annoying, always had a different view and opinion than him and argued with him far too often. And in her opinion, he should just send Mira into the desert. He buckled on because the crazy woman next to him drove like a sow and pulled out his smartphone to check the data on the job.

Razzia in the docks, he thought and pulled the eyebrows together. There was clearly too little information left for him. But he knew that the terrible thing next to him would clearly have more information. So it was time to engage in a conversation with her, even if he didn't like it at all.

"So ... a raid?" he asked growling and she grumbled in agreement.

"Erza ... "

"Don't talk to me stupidly from the side, I'll drive," she snarled at him and he frowned. That was not her way. So ... somewhere already, but normally she didn't hold any information from him.

"Okay ... Raven Tail or Tartaros?" he asked and she stiffened. Which confused him even more, but it also made him slightly aggressive that she didn't speak out.

"I need to know what we're going to dig up," he said and she sighed quietly, turning with squeaking tires. It was a miracle that the car had not overturned at this speed. But he wouldn't make the mistake of commenting on her driving style. He was attached to his life.

"Both. Mard Geer lets Jackal buy drugs," she said, and he hated it when he had to pull everything out of her nose.

"And who is the buyer? According to your information?"

"Flare Corona," she said quietly, and he sighed annoyed. He knew her, had grown up with her on the street. She hadn't been as lucky as he had been. On the contrary. She had really slipped into the shit. Sold drugs, weapons and if the rumors were true, then Raven Tail also got into human trading. So it was time to get this yakuza clan out. Whereby they were not a real clan. They tried to become one, to join the big ones. He knew that, because none other than his own dirtbag of his biological father was the boss of Raven Tail.

"And that was so hard now?" he asked into the silence. He took a look at the integrated navigation device and frowned. They were almost there. Only 5 minutes left. Erza sighed again. Something seemed to oppress her, but the way he knew her, she wouldn't just give it up.

"Go on, talk. I don't feel like thinking about it during our job, all right? That's just distracting," he growled and stared out of the side window.

"Flare ... you know her. That makes it problematic."

" Yeah is clear. I am an adult, Erza."

"You're 25."

"Yes, jesus. I am grown up. I can handle it. She didn't pay attention and keeps riding herself into crime. So I will nail her down and hand her over. Just like this bomb junkie Jackal," he said and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Erza's gaze seemed thoughtful as she stopped in a side street and turned off the engine, parked her car. Then she looked at him with a serious look.

"Let's hope so."

Laxus grinned, unbuckled himself.

" Will go wrong alright", he said and got out. He loosened his shoulders.

Then let's go, he thought, and his gaze was grim as Erza followed him. He pushed all his thoughts away as they walked through the darkness, pulling their weapons.

[orihara-infobroker]

The Game

“I heard about a party game they play in the States from Jonny. I bet it would be really fun for us to play.” Izaya was saying to Aozaki when Akabayashi joined them at the table. Mikiya turned to look at Izaya with curiosity.

“What kind of game?”

“It's called ‘Get Down Mr. President’. Basically it goes like this: one person puts their finger to their ear like a secret service agent listening to their earpiece and as the rest of the group notices, they do the same until only one person is left without a finger to their ear. Everyone else yells ‘Get Down Mr. President’ and tackles that person.” Akabayashi and Aozaki had matching grins and that alone was terrifying.

“I'm in but we need more people.” Akabayashi pointed out.

“Jonny's already telling the other Orihara execs about it.” Izaya replied with a grin. “We can do it at the party tonight.”

“This is how Americans have fun?” Mikiya asked with a slight frown. Izaya grinned and nodded. If he neglected to point out that it was drunk college kids that Jonny had learned the game from, well they didn't need to know.

“I hope you're the president.” Aozaki said to Akabayashi with a savage grin. Izaya had a feeling there might be some injuries tonight.

The party was a celebration for Shirou’s birthday so out of respect for - or possibly fear of - his parents, he waited until they left, leaving mostly the younger yakuza to drink and socialize. He started it, of course, finding himself a good vantage point from which to witness the chaos he wrought but the result was nothing he could have predicted.

Unbeknownst to Izaya, Akabayashi had been left in charge of circulating the rules of the game to the rest of the Awakusu. Akabayashi left a certain very notable executive out of the loop. Which meant it was guaranteed that he would be the president. So when Shiki was the last person and the echoed shout of “Get down Mr. President!” filled the room, Izaya was just as surprised as Shiki but where Izaya thought it was absolutely hilarious, Shiki was less impressed.

Izaya had never actually seen Shiki take on a group of people. One or two thugs here and there, sure, and he’d been one of Shiki’s victims from time to time when he attempted to surprise the other but not this many and it was pretty impressive to watch. If the others had been more tactical, they would have positioned themselves accordingly but instead they were spread out so when they moved to dog pile him, it was more in ones and twos.

Shiki didn't move. He let the others come to him even though numbers were against him and when the first was in reach only then did he respond. Moving with a speed and grace that was a bit unexpected but came with years of trained muscle memory. The pattern of dodge-and-grapple remained mostly defensive as Shiki put down his would be attackers with throws and holds though there were a few exceptions, like a well aimed kick he landed in Akabayashi's gut. It all came to an end when he managed to lay out Aozaki with a shoulder throw.

“Orihara.” Shiki's flat tone called him out where he stood on the edge of the chaos, watching with a grin that flashed all of his teeth.

“Ohhhh Shiki that's not how the game is played!”

“Game?” Shiki replied with a single arched brow, fixing a very cool look on him.

“Didn't the other's tell you?” Izaya asked, shifting his gaze to the Awakusu executives. Akabayashi let out a winded chuckle.

“Oops. Must have slipped my mind.” Shiki's flat stare fixed on Akabayashi and he casually planted a foot on the other's chest, giving him a shove.

“Slipped your mind did it? And you-” He returned his gaze to Izaya who had begun a casual creep backwards.” Don't even think about it.” Izaya put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Hey, I didn't try to tackle you!” He defended, still grinning. “And clearly this President needs no bodyguards…”

“Would that make you the assassin, Orihara?” He asked as he walked toward the raven. “Instigator of the whole thing?” Izaya attempted a repentant look but failed to hold it for a believable amou t of time.

“Ah but you looked so cool, Shiki.” He flattered instead and at least that was genuine.

“Excuse me, gentlemen. It seems I need to deal with a would be assassin.” Shiki spoke without shifting his gaze from Izaya and in one smooth motion he was throwing the raven over his shoulder.

“Kidnapping!” Izaya yelped though he didn't try to resist at all. Shiki ignored his protest, moving toward the exit with a chorus of chuckles from the defeated yakuza following them.

@mariayukimura-art-dnd

[etriantechwriting]

a3r0′s story (according to a3r0)

a3r0 is the leader of a small crew of shadowrunners. But who is she? The best way to find out is to ask her.

So, I've been all over. I was born in Sydney -- You guys know where that is, right? -- to a mother from Japan and a father from Australia. Fun start, I know. We lived there for a long while, and I even made some non-matrix friends. Shocking, I know. Good times have to end at some point, though. My mom was convinced that that we had to go back to Japan, to the place of "our ancestors". Dad and I weren't interested, but we did know that Australia didn't have enough of us anymore. So, we left for the UK. England, if you want to be specific. Kensington, if you want to be precise. Dad worked for Shiawase, Mom for Novatech. We -- or rather, I -- didn't last long in London. They're still there, I'm not. Clearly. I mean, we did live there for somewhere around 8 or so years. Enough for my very clear accent to form. I got in with the wrong people, you could say. There was a gang that had lost their decker. Thanks to mom's position at Novatech, I had a low-level Erika deck. They were going to pay for my services. The rest, as they say, is history. However, it wasn't all sunshine and roses with them. Obviously. Otherwise, I'd still be in greater London. Now, this gang had a rival gang. They also had a decker. This decker had a bomb rigged up to my bike. It didn't survive. I will always miss my dear little Sylvie. Anyways! That hacker stole my arm. In a manner of speaking. He blew it off. Fortunately, my friend who was with me knew a good cybersurgeon. That's how I got this nice piece of chrome here. A bit nicer than is standard, but no complaints from me. That's when I realized that I needed to cut and run. Sliced into the other gang's mainframe, stole a bunch of access keys, and left them behind as a gift for the next hacker. These people had a reputation for killing their deckers, so I left them a note. "I'm gone. Here are codes. Don't try to find me, you won't be able to. ~a3r0."  I talked to my parents and explained why I had to leave. Got to say, they took their daughter having a chromed limb quite well. So, I took the first plane to anywhere. Surprisingly enough, that happened to be Tokyo. The way I figure it, I had a fresh start. No SIN, no one knows who I am. Perfect for an enterprising shadowrunner such as myself. I found an access point in a cafe and started doing what I do best. I found a lot, enough to get me my own place. After I started my new place, I got a message from everyone's favorite racist, sexist, xenophobic crime syndicate: the Yakuza. The Kazuma Clan, to be precise. They wanted to hire me as an independent contractor. They were exceedingly clear in their message: I was working for them, but I would not be a member. They respected my ability, but they could never hire a foreign woman. I was fine with it, it was a paycheck. And so, the true myth of a3r0 was born. There were very few in Tokyo who knew me as Lily, far more knew me as a3r0. I worked with them for a long while, but again, it wasn't as good as I make it out to be. Rather, I'm not as good as I make me out to me. I cocked up a routine job, got hit hard with Scramble IC. I lost control of my deck and got dumped. Fortunately, I wasn't anywhere dangerous when I got dumped. There was another foreigner in the cafe that evening. An elf, I believe you've met. She took me back to her place and made sure I didn't bite my tongue off. Wonderful lady. She gave me the idea to start my own crew, to not be a hacker dog of the Yazuka, but to instead run the shadows, maybe even do some good. Now, being me, I was very intrigued by this idea. I started a crew with her that night. I'l tell you some stories about them later. But as it stands, we have a perfectly good one right here! So, that's me. No one special.