#Yakuza Fanfic

[normalfrances]

Majima is Kiryus “boys night out” takes an unexpected turn when a VERY buzzed Kiryu tries to tell Majima how much he means to him and an equally buzzed Majima cannot accept this affection so he makes a completely natural and smooth escape （＾ν＾）

(Close ups and bonus doodle comics under the cut!! vv )

[thebunnybutts]

When you're working on three big ass projects but then you read the cutest, sweetest fic and just. You have to draw. Them 🩷✨️

Doodle inspired by Love Between the Pages by @deathmothking -- please go read if you haven't, it's absolutely lovely ;u;

[quartzalynlove]

Dating Goro Majima Would Include

Pairing: Majima x fem! Reader

Summary: dating our favorite crazy eyepatch man

A/n: I knew the second I saw this man that he'd make me post about him

WARNINGS: N/A

Your honor if this isn't a gift giving man idk what is

He's buying whatever your eye lingers on for more than a second

Or getting random clothes he wants to see you in

And you better not get caught looking too good around him because he's gonna get rabid

The strength of Mr Shakedown couldn't pull him off of you

He'll cling onto you and all but try to eat you

When you finally push him off he'll get all pouty so you'll have to let him know that he can get all clingy later

Definitely shows you off

There's not a member of the Tojo Clan that doesn't know Majima's girl

You could walk right in and out of HQ just to say "hi" unscathed because who's getting in the way of Majima and his girl?

No one that values their life that's for sure

Kisses are sloppy and open mouth

I swear all that junk food has him nutrient deficient

I wouldn't be surprised if he's a biter too

But he lives for all that soft crap

Throw him off with a sweet, chaste kiss and he might start rattling like a cartoon character

I think he'd love anyone that matches his crazy even a little bit

Like having a few screws loose makes you just perfect for him

He'd play into the dog thing

Not even in a suggestive way, mostly just for the plot

"Trust me, darlin', I live up ta both parts of my name!"

Head scratches, curling in your lap

He might even growl a little into your neck if you've got a new perfume on

It's to prove a point but he does love it if you're the one doing it

He'd probably let you walk him on a leash if you felt like it

Physical touch is definitely his second biggest love language

He holds you like he's trying to absorb into your skin

Inhaling your essence with the desperate hope that part of you is coming to dwell in him with each breath

If you tease him about how soft he is with you, he'll brush it off, but the truth is that you're the whole world to him

In a life that's always moving and changing, you're his gorgeous, brilliant constant, and he cherishes that

He loves his crazy life, but watching you fade into view each day as the soft morning light spills in around you? That's the reason he keeps going.

He's also clingy because he's a little scared as well

The only person crazier than him must be whoever chose to be with him

He may be a force of nature in the yakuza, but he still can't control what each day may throw at the two of you

Whatever it may be seems to melt away when he comes home to you, though

Just by watching you he can see the rest of his life clearly and not the day to day antics he constructs on whims

He can see himself leaving everything behind and leading a domestic life

But that may be his most insane fantasy yet

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

The Hunt

Shoma Toriashi X reader ( Chapter 3)

word count: 1602 TW: mention of death and stalking. Summary: Life as we know it can change in an instant, and so do feelings and the people you meet.

A/N : Ah I want to say thank you to all of you who have shown me support on the last chapters! I will be creating a tag list, so if you wish to be tagged for up coming chapters let me know!

Masterlist

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

When Yoshino’s grandfather saw me and we locked eyes it was a matter of time before I was called in.

“ Y/N, how are you! Come in, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” He gives his charming smile.

“ Hello, I’m doing well, how about yourself.” I walk into the room, as Shouma stays behind. 

“ Shouma, could you close the door? I need to speak with her in private.” Renji smiles at Shouma and without further explanation the door is closed.

“ so how have you been feeling? Ever since you know your father’s passing?”

“ I’ve been fine, didn't know the old man enough, but I’m okay.” I answer his question and take the seat right in front of him. 

“ Not like anyone really knew him. So your brother told me you’re ready. Are you sure, listen.. I view you like my daughter. "

“ I’m aware but I’ll be fine.”

“ You won’t have to worry i won’t make you do anything that is too dangerous and if there is any chance where it could, You’ll have someone with you.” He reassures me with his famous smile. 

“ Yes, I know.”

“ Also I’m going to need you to help me on something, do you know who Kirishima Miyama is?” He asks as he leans back into his chair that hes sitting on, folding his arms.

“ No, I don’t.”

“ Perfect, I already know who he is, i’ve met him a couple times before. But I need you to get me what and who he associates with outside of work, and how much of his boss's dirty work does he take care of. I need you to do a little stalking.”  

“Because?” 

“ You’ll find out soon enough.” He smiles and leans back into his seat even more.

“Alright, when do you need this information?” I ask, wondering why on earth this much information is needed on a guy that he already knows. 

“ As soon as you get all my information for me.” He smiles harder where the crinkles by his eyes appear.  

“ Sounds good, anything else that you have for me?” I stand up from my seat preparing for my exit. 

“ No, have a good night.”

With that i bow my head and give my goodbye as well and leave the room. I don’t see Shoma around so i had assumed he had walk away and decided to not walk me anymore. With that put my shoes back on and exit the Somei’s place but at the end of the gate i see a tall slender figure. 

“ I thought you changed your mind on walking me.” I walk up to Shoma and watch as the small glimmer of light from his cigarette lights up as he takes a long draw from it. 

“ I said I would walk you, did i not?”

“ Yes, so let's go, it’s cold.” i begin walk away rubbing my arm up and down in attempts to warm myself. But I soon feel something being thrown over my shoulders. 

“ Shoma it’s really okay, I don’t want you getting sick.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” He looks ahead and keeps walking.

As we walk I glance over every once in a while to make sure he’s really okay, but the cold doesn’t seem to bother him at all. Instead he goes through his pockets and pulls out another cigarette and his lighter. Yoshino and I have attempted to get him to stop, but he doesn’t care. 

“ I got the tattoos 2 months ago, I wanted something small and where I could hide it.” I speak up attempting to break the quiet night that has taken over our walk.

“ Mmm and why did you get it?” Shouma asks not breaking contact with the road in front of him.

“ Because.. I’m now part of the somei group.. Apparently my dad made an agreement with Renji.”

“ Where is he anyways, he hasn’t been around for a while.”

“ He died.” I mumble, not wanting to bring too much attention to the topic.

“ What, what do you mean died? Who’s been with you because i know damn well you’re brother left.”

 "As in he died, don’t tell anyone. Only a handful know, and ive been by myself? Can I not live on my own?” 

“ when did he pass?”

“Last month.. Or maybe 2 months ago, I’m not too sure.” I sigh hoping this conversation will end.

“Y/n.. you’re not actually.. One of those hostesses are you?” Shouma stops in his tracks, that’s when i feel his gaze burn holes into my head. I turn around and give him a small smile. 

“ No.” WHY WOULD HE ACTUALLY THINK I WAS SERIOUS?!!?

“ You’re not lying right, because that’s what a lot of the women who are part of the Som–”

“ No, that's not what i do, I think my job will be getting intel on people so more like stalking.” I cut him off before he can explain his thought process any more.

“Is that what Somei Renji was talking to you about?”

“ yup.. *Sigh*, I’ll have to get to work soon i guess.”

“ What are you trying to find out?”

“ Not sure if i can tell you, so i’ll just assume i can’t.”

“ mmm.” Shoma hums and pushes me forward to keep walking. 

We finally make it to my house and we stop at the entrance of the gate, I begin to remove Shouma’s jacket and hand it back to him. Which he takes back and puts it back on. 

“ Oh i have some of Yoshino’s stuff, since you’re heading back you can give it back to her, you can come in to heat up a bit just while i get her things.” 

Shoma nods in agreement and walks in with me and into my house. I remove my shoes at the entrance and turn on the lights so that it isn’t too dark. 

“ You can wait in the living room if you want, do you want any tea or anything?” I ask as I walk down the hall to reach my room. 

“ I’m fine.”

“Okay i won’t be long, I’ll be right back.” I walk away and head to my room. I changed out of Yoshino’s outfit and into  my own pjs. I grab the other clothing on Yoshino as promised and head downstairs back to Shouma. 

“ I’m back, sorry for the wait.” I apologize as i hand over bag of clothing to him. 

“ No worries, can I smoke?”

“.... sure.”

“ Thanks..... So did they hurt?” He asks after taking a long drag from his cigarette 

“ What hurt?”

“ The tattoos, they are on your back dimples are they not?”

“ uh yes and kinda, never been a fan of needles.” 

“ So was it a man who gave you the tattoo? Kind of an intimate place if you ask me.”  Another cloud of smoke leaves his lips as he speaks.

“ It was actually your tattoo artist, I remembered when we went to watch you get your tattoos and I liked his style.”

“ So you had a man with his face close to your ass and feeling you up.” he scoffs, as he tips his cigarette against the rim of the ash tray. 

“ You’re being dramatic.”

“ Next time you go let me know so I can join you.”

“ Why would I do that?” I question as I watch him get up from his spot and burn out the bud that’s left. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth which releases a “ tsk” sound. 

“ Because I don’t think it’s smart for a girl to be alone with a guy.”

“You’re one to talk, you’re alone in a room with me right now.” i scoff at his thought process, he’s going to act all wise but can’t even practice what he preaches.

“ You’re right, but….” he stops mid sentence and drops the bag in his hand and takes long strides towards me. In reaction I take steps back and I realize I’m cornered. 

“ But you know I would not hurt you Y/N.”

“ Who are you trying to convince, me or you?” I respond back as i fold my arms across my chest. 

“ Depends, do you need me to show you to be able to convince you?” Shouma lifts his right arm and places his hand against the wall next to my head, as if to block or intimidate me. 

“ Yeah, like I would want you to show me anything. You can go show half of the girls in Osaka like you always do.” I push past him and leave him behind. 

To think he thinks he can say those things to me, like I’m one of the girls he sleeps with, ugh the disgust. Shouma has grown his reputation around Osaka, being the man who will sleep with any girl. I cannot even begin to imagine how many women he has slept with in our class alone, oh my gosh… Do people think that since he hangs out with Yoshino and I, that he’s slept with us… 

No way, Yoshino and i don’t even talk to anyone really, so how would they know… wait how would they know what?.. there's nothing going on.. Y/N get a grip, what is wrong with you....

I’m brought back to reality when I feel Shouma’s hair tickle my cheek and his hot breath against my ear.

“ I wouldn’t show them what I would show you, just like how you won’t show anyone those tattoos like you’ve shown me.” He whispers in my ear and walks away to grab the bag of clothing I gave him before. Without much of a good bye he walks out the door with nothing more than a lazy wave.

I'm going to kill him

tag list: @missroro

[kulemiwrites]

KULEMIWRITES | MASTERLIST

KAZUMA KIRYU (FEAT. AKIRA NISHIKIYAMA)

10-Nen: Before, During and After: Fun & Games (18+)- Kiryu has his eye on a certain someone at the local arcade and Nishiki takes on the role of wingman. Free of charge! Not that anyone asked. [FEM]

AKIRA NISHIKIYAMA

KURO, SHIRO masterpost (18+)- One moment you can be someone's entire world and the next you're practically strangers. KURO, SHIRO explores your relationship with Akira Nishikiyama before and after his drastic shift. [FEM] KURO I | KURO II (18+) SHIRO I | SHIRO II (18+)

Spooning- Does he prefer being the big spoon or the little spoon? [GN]

Accidentally Triggering You- How does he comfort you after accidentally causing you to mentally return to a moment you'd rather forget? [GN]

A Taste of Christmas (18+)- It's Christmas and once he's done with his obligations, he wants to spend it by doing nothing but spoiling you. [FEM]

Rumors masterpost (18+)- You're Nishiki's favorite hostess in town and he'd like to get to know you better but you know everything there is to know about him. [FEM] Rumors Part 1 Rumors Part 2 Rumors Part 3 (18+)

NSFW AtoZ V.1 (18+)- My headcanons and guidelines that I follow when writing smut of this character. [GN*]

NSFW AtoZ V.2 (18+)- My headcanons and guidelines that I follow when writing smut of this character. [GN*]

His Most Prized Possession- Nishiki asks you to tag along as he takes his car for a wash. [FEM]

Waking Up Next to Him- What it's like to wake up next to him... [GN]

When He's in the Mood (18+)- Ever wonder how he acts when he's feelin' frisky? [GN]

Reacting to Risky Texts (18+)- What does he do when you send him a sexy text? [GN]

Unhealthy Relationship Traits- One of his negative relationship traits. [GN]

Between the Sheets (18+)- Just a collection of things he does and says in bed... [GN]

The (NO)vember Experiment (18+)- How far does he make it into No Nut November? [GN]

KAZUMA KIRYU

Cotton, Polyester & Lace- You accompany Kiryu as he does a bit of shopping. [FEM]

Indulge (18+)- A song lights a fire in Kazuma and he won't be able to relax until he indulges himself.. in you. [FEM]

Spooning- Does he prefer being the big spoon or the little spoon? [GN]

Accidentally Triggering You- How does he comfort you after accidentally causing you to mentally return to a moment you'd rather forget? [GN]

HO, HO... Oh? (18+)- You're home alone and he wants to give his Santa costume a try before the kids return. It was innocent, truly. [FEM]

Waking Up Next to Him- What it's like to wake up next to him... [GN]

When He's in the Mood (18+)- Ever wonder how he acts when he's feelin' frisky? [GN]

Reacting to Risky Texts (18+)- What does he do when you send him a sexy text? [GN]

Unhealthy Relationship Traits- One of his negative relationship traits. [GN]

The (NO)vember Experiment (18+)- How far does he make it into No Nut November? [GN]

NSFW AtoZ (COMING SOON)- My headcanons and guidelines that I follow when writing smut of this character.[GN*]

SHUN AKIYAMA

The Cookie Jar (18+)- Shun decided that he didn't want to be fair in your dare with one another. Well, two can play at that game. [FEM]

Spooning- Does he prefer being the big spoon or the little spoon? [GN]

Reacting to Risky Texts (18+)- What does he do when you send him a sexy text? [GN]

Unhealthy Relationship Traits- One of his negative relationship traits. [GN]

MASATO AIZAWA

Hands (18+) (Temporarily disabled)- His hands and your hands and what's done with them. [GN]

Ginger Tea (18+)- One wrong move and now you're not feeling well. No matter. Masato has a cure for that. [GN]

A Cola Flavored Kiss- You're caught at your miserable job during a miserable storm without an umbrella. [FEM]

NSFW AtoZ (18+)- My headcanons and guidelines that I follow when writing smut of this character. [GN*]

Spooning- Does he prefer being the big spoon or the little spoon? [GN]

Waking Up Next to Him- What it's like to wake up next to him... [GN]

When He's in the Mood (18+)- Ever wonder how he acts when he's feelin' frisky? [GN]

Reacting to Risky Texts (18+)- What does he do when you send him a sexy text? [GN]

Unhealthy Relationship Traits- One of his negative relationship traits. [GN]

Between the Sheets (18+)- Just a collection of things he does and says in bed... [GN]

The (NO)vember Experiment (18+)- How far does he make it into No Nut November? [GN]

GORO MAJIMA

What's Done in the Dark (feat. Taiga Saejima) (18+)- The power goes out while you're working and you're bummed. So your partners team up to cheer you up![FEM]

Spooning- Does he prefer being the big spoon or the little spoon? [GN]

Waking Up Next to Him- What it's like to wake up next to him... [GN]

When He's in the Mood (18+)- Ever wonder how he acts when he's feelin' frisky? [GN]

Reacting to Risky Texts (18+)- What does he do when you send him a sexy text? [GN]

Unhealthy Relationship Traits- One of his negative relationship traits. [GN]

NSFW AtoZ V.1 (COMING SOON)- My headcanons and guidelines that I follow when writing smut of this character. [GN*]

NSFW AtoZ V.2 (COMING SOON)- My headcanons and guidelines that I follow when writing smut of this character. [GN*]

REINA

Spooning- Does she prefer being the big spoon or the little spoon? [GN]

Waking Up Next to Her- What it's like to wake up next to her... [GN]

When She's in the Mood (18+)- Ever wonder how she acts when she's feelin' frisky? [GN]

Her Love Languages- How does she offer and receive love? [GN]

Reacting to Risky Texts (18+)- What does she do when you send her a sexy text? [GN]

Unhealthy Relationship Traits- One of her negative relationship traits. [GN]

Between the Sheets (18+)- Just a collection of things she does and says in bed... [GN*]

The (NO)vember Experiment (18+)- How far does she make it into No Nut November?[GN]

NSFW AtoZ (COMING SOON)- My headcanons and guidelines that I follow when writing smut of this character.[GN*]

OSAMU KASHIWAGI

Little Blue Pill. Part 1 (18+)- Kashiwagi conducts an experiment. [FEM]

Reacting to Risky Texts (18+)- What does he do when you send him a sexy text? [GN]

Unhealthy Relationship Traits- One of his negative relationship traits. [GN]

NSFW AtoZ (COMING SOON)- My headcanons and guidelines that I follow when writing smut of this character. [GN*]

TAIGA SAEJIMA

NSFW AtoZ (18+)- My headcanons and guidelines that I follow when writing smut of this character. [GN*]

Spooning- Does he prefer being the big spoon or the little spoon? [GN]

Waking Up Next to Him- What it's like to wake up next to him... [GN]

When He's in the Mood (18+)- Ever wonder how he acts when he's feelin' frisky? [GN]

Reacting to Risky Texts (18+)- What does he do when you send him a sexy text? [GN]

Unhealthy Relationship Traits- One of his negative relationship traits. [GN]

TAKAYUKI YAGAMI

The Voyeur .5 (18+)- Lust could make a man do strange things... [GN]

Unhealthy Relationship Traits- One of his negative relationship traits. [GN]

NSFW AtoZ (COMING SOON)- My headcanons and guidelines that I follow when writing smut of this character. [GN*]

MASAHARU KAITO

The Voyeur .5 (18+)- Lust could make a man do strange things... [GN]

Unhealthy Relationship Traits- One of his negative relationship traits. [GN]

The (NO)vember Experiment (18+)- How far does he make it into No Nut November? [GN]

NSFW AtoZ (COMING SOON)- My headcanons and guidelines that I follow when writing smut of this character. [GN*]

ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS

Accidentally Triggering You-How do they comfort you after accidentally causing you to mentally return to a moment you'd rather forget? [GN]

Spooning- Do they prefer being the big spoon or the little spoon? [GN]

Unhealthy Relationship Traits- One of their negative relationship traits. [GN]

REINA

In a Nutshell- A little backstory for this character that I base my work around.

MORNING GLORY KIDS PLUS KIRYU

Halloween at Asagao- Inspired by western movies, the children of Morning Glory want a taste of Halloween for themselves and Kiryu and friends do what's possible to make it happen.

TAIGA SAEJIMA

Saejima-sensei- A collection of headcanons based on Saejima's original dream to pursue teaching.

KAZUMA KIRYU

AN UNLIKELY ADVERSARY- Kiryu has made one too many enemies in this damn town.

MASATO AIZAWA

Masato Has a Staring Problem- But it's not always what it seems.

AKIRA NISHIKIYAMA

Happy Birthday, Boss- After years of poking and prodding, Shindo finally figured out the date of his boss' birthday and has made it his mission to remind him that it's something worth celebrating.

KOJI SHINDO

Happy Birthday, Boss- After years of poking and prodding, Shindo finally figured out the date of his boss' birthday and has made it his mission to remind him that it's something worth celebrating.

VARIOUS

The Poker Penalty at New Serena- Kiryu and the gang all spend the evening unwinding in New Serena after the events of Yakuza 5.

Pets- Who's a pet person and who's not?

Dad Simulator- A short scenario of the above as fathers.

Megane- A short scenario or headcanon of the above needing to wear glasses.

Goro Majima x Arika Namikawa

Sins of the Father (18+)- He's lying to her. She's lying to him. I guess they both ain't shit.

SYLUS (SHIN)

USE ME (18+)- You can't get enough of him and who was he to deny his sweet girl? [FEM]

[blood-market]

Hurt/Comfort shipping is my fav thing tbh

This is art I made for a fic I just posted. You can read it here

I appreciate all the support I've been getting here recently. Might as well give yall some food <3

Edit: We did it boys. We made it to the funny number!

[sweetpotatoesintheoven]

The aforementioned ichizhao fic hehe. I'm not that confident in writing these two but I was just really itching to so here! Expect more praise kink Ichiban from me because damn.

[goth-automaton]

What do we do, when we have three multichapter WIPs?

Write and post a oneshot, of course!

Smacznego! 💜

[gay-dorito-dust]

I have a Yakuza 0 request. Can I please have headcanons about what words and actions would melt Majima’s heart? It can be if someone is in a relationship with him already or not.

This man is guarded as shit, even more so after the events of y0 but since we’re focusing on y0! Majima, he’s sure as shit not letting anyone pass those towering walls of his.

However you somehow managed to slip through the missable cracks in his defences and made your cosy little home in his heart and now he’s stuck with you.

Anyways, on to what would make this man melt like butter:

Genuine tender touches: Majima had rarely -if ever- been given the opportunity to be treated as though he were a fragile porcelain doll on the brink of breaking from it’s fissures, fractures and other cracks.

At first he’d be adverse in letting you touch him but overtime or perhaps by pure accident, Majima would find himself falling apart in your tender touches as the pads of your thumbs would map out his face, feather light caresses kissing his skin that the mad dog of shimano couldn’t help but allow himself to be completely at your mercy.

In that moment you had all the power to destroy him but you chose to nurture, to love, to care for him instead despite knowing all the atrocities he’s committed as a Yakuza. Yet none of that didn’t matter to you as you picked up all pieces and put him back together again.

It was the first time in a very long time that Majima allowed himself to be put into the care of somebody else, uncaring if by the end of it he’ll end up with a knife in his back, for it all would’ve been worth it to know what being cared about felt like.

‘You can stop pretending Majima, shows over, it’s time to take off the mask.”

This would probably occur at the end of Y0 where he goes full mad dog. Which I’ve seen a video once saying that it’s an act Majima puts up as an illusion of sorts from the severely damaged man that laid beneath the violent, borderline psychopathic facade.

So when you say this to him one day, he’s reminded that you could see through his bullshit, see through the illusion and lies he lead himself to blindingly believe, despite knowing himself how full shit they were. So to have someone who wasn’t so easily scared off by his facade made Majima feel relived that he didn’t have to constantly put himself into near exhaustion by masking the truest version of himself.

The wicked grin would fall and his crazed eye would become tired, worn and haunted. His entire posture would slump pathetically as he allowed himself into your awaiting arms, practically half dead from the sleep he’s missed by insomnia and night terrors.

You bring the peace and silence he’s been so desperately yearning for:

You bring calm to his tormented mind and it’s the oasis he so desperately needed; Sure it may not heal all his wounds but he’s take whatever he could get.

So whenever Majima felt his most restless he’d surly find you nearby offering to join him in his late night smoke. (depending on if you do/ do not smoke. If you don’t -like me- your just keeping him company.)

He’d often tell you that your sleep didn’t have to suffer because his was but you discarded his concern by saying you’d rather be of help to him even if it meant derailing your own sleep pattern to do so.

What he doesn’t tell you is that your mere presence silenced his thoughts and cleared his mind without even having to try. You were the one to ward off the demons from his head. Protecting him from the worst of memories and you didn’t even know you were doing it.

When you’ve solidified yourself as his safe place, his home.

Whenever he told anyone that he was ‘heading home’ what he actually meant was that he was heading back to you and the place you two shared. The building didn’t mean shit to him but you being within it certainly did.

The life and colour you brought with you never failed to remind Majima that despite how use to it he was by now, he was still brought back to the very first time he felt that warm and cosy feeling within his chest.

Back then he would’ve approached it with caution but soon enough he’s grown to accept that this was something he only felt with you. Majima was so use to bland walls void of personality and shelves bare of any trinkets or memorabilia of the past. The places he use to occupy looked and felt as though no one lived there, despite evidence of old cigarette buds and the faint scent of his cologne.

Now, his house became a home the moment you stepped through the threshold and decorated it with your personality and trinkets that litter every shelf and even the window sills because there was so much of you to give out.

Majima realised that you became his home when he didn’t feel the need to hide his hideous side from you, or even hide the issues he faced within his head on a regular basis.

Majima realised that you became his safe place when after telling you his entire past and you didn’t shrink away from him or looked at him differently then you did to begin with, understanding and open minded in hearing him out to the story’s conclusion.

Your hand remaining in his own the entire time. Unflinching in your silent conviction to staying with a man as broken as him.

[deadsouls-is-canon]

Summary: After a decade in prison for Shimano's murder, Majima finds himself a very different man than Kamurocho once knew. Trying to determine where he fits in this new world, he is approached by Kiryu, who is committed to help him become the Mad Dog once more through a series of increasingly unhinged fights, costumes, and feelings. In the end, who is helping who become the man they're supposed to be? Maybe, they're just meant to figure it out together.

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“Majima no-niisan!”

A voice from his dreams. No, from his wildest fantasies, imagined so many times over the past ten, fifteen, almost twenty freakin’ years called to him, a goddamn siren song he would gladly drown himself to. A towering figure stepped out from the shadows and into the flashing, neon lights, his striking features thrown in sharp relief. It was like a scene out of a movie; whether it was an action flick, or a romance, or the greatest porno ever, it was all the same to Majima.

“Kiryuuuu-chan!” Majima trilled, his voice made big and loud with the growing feeling inside of him. His rictus grin, pulled back in wild, animalistic impulse, transformed into something damn near happy. Kiryu-chan was here. It was really him.

[fortune-fool02]

Does anyone have any good Majima Goro x Kazuma Kiryu fics to recommend?

[gladoswantscake]

Nightmare - Chapter 2 - Akira Nishikiyama

Summary: Nishiki ran into Kiryu unexpectedly, but he was not who he once was. And Majima seemed to be in the same situation as Nishiki.

Warnings: If you haven't read chapter 1, this is an AU where Kiwami 1 spoilers are present, horror, gore, and swearing.

Available on Ao3

Chapter 1

Nishiki wipes the tears from his face with his white blazer sleeve. He watches Majima poking his head out from the alley.

"I don't see him anywhere." He pauses, scanning both sides of the alleyway. He turns back to Nishiki. "My office ain't far, but we'll need to be quiet in case he comes back."

Majima was the first to cautiously exit the back alley, motioning Nishiki to follow behind.

Paranoia struck the two of them as they walked down the silent alley. The crickets Nishiki once heard moments ago vanished. Only their footsteps quietly made an echo to fill the dead silence. Nishiki looked back often to watch for Kiryu. Majima could faintly see a small puddle of liquid leaking from one of the back alleys. He begins to slow down.

"This was where I ran into him." Nishiki whispers.

Majima was the first to investigate the scene Kiryu left behind. He slowly enters the area, unprepared for the gruesome sight of his dead subordinates. Fresh crimson blood splattered on the walls and ground.

The one who Nishiki tried to save was the worst sight to be seen. The man's body slumped over to the ground. His head was beaten so many times to the point where the inside of the man's head was fully exposed. Bits of his skull scattered and missing, and blood fully seeped into his dress shirt. The last remains of his brain caved into his obliterated skull. He wasn't recognizable at all.

Being in the Yakuza meant he had to have a strong stomach, but this was too much for him. The sight made him feel lightheaded and nauseous the longer he stared at the corpses. His eyes force on Majima to prevent his symptoms from worsening.

"Majima?" He takes a few steps forward towards Majima who hasn't moved. Nishiki then steps in front of Majima, placing both hands on his shoulders. The color of Majima's skin drained and his eyes were in fear. "We should keep moving." He speaks again.

The feeling of Nishiki's cold hands lying on made him snap out of the trance. "Yer right." He rubs his good eye and exits the back alley.

The two of them shortly made it to Majima's office. The layout was much nicer looking compared to Nishiki's. Then again, he was only starting.

Nishiki briefly explored the small office lobby. The warm yellow lights gave it an atmospheric feeling of the Serena bar. A few couches neatly backed against the wall with a couple of plants to give a home feeling.

"It ain't much, but I'm upgrading in the future. If I'm gonna make it big, I should start expanding." Majima locks the front door behind him. Up the stairs and down the hallway was his office. Nishiki follows closely behind Majima.

The office was unusually quiet tonight. No sound of conversation was heard anywhere. "I thought your men would be looking after the office while you were gone."

"Well, it was one of those nights where I was feelin' nice to let them go home early." Majima's voice trails off. After what happened tonight, he regrets letting his men leave early.

Majima allows Nishiki to walk into the office first. "Make yerself comfortable. We're staying in for the rest of the night."

Nishiki sits down in one of the chairs examining the lack of decor in the office; only several chairs with a couple of coffee tables in between, a desk in front, and a few dull paintings hanging on the walls.

Majima walks up to the alcohol cabinet and takes out one of the several bottles. "Want me to make yerself one?" He offers.

Nishiki was feeling the sharp pain lingering in his head from too much alcohol from earlier. He couldn't handle another glass if he wanted to. "I had a few drinks earlier." He politely declines.

Majima pours himself one to the near top. He carefully walks over to sit across from Nishiki. A loud and long sigh escapes from Majima. "What a night." He downs the whole glass.

"So, was tonight the first time you saw him?" Majima asks.

He nods. "I don't know what to say about all of this. Do you think we should take this to the police?"

"To hear something like we saw, they'll think we're crazy."

Nishiki leans forward. "But your men."

"My dead men are in the hands of the police now." Anger rises in Majima's voice. He quickly catches his tone and leans back in the chair before speaking again. "I'm sure it'll be all over the news in the morning. For me, I'm gonna find a way to knock some sense in him. Even if it means beatin' the lights outta him."

Nishiki awkwardly leans back into the chair. "Did you happen to notice a carving on him?"

Majima hums to himself and ponders. "I do recall seeing it, but I couldn't tell what it exactly was. The carving looked sloppy for me to know who did it."

"Do you know what he wants?"

"I ain't got a clue. When my boys and I ran into him, he looked completely out of it. It looked like something you'd see out of a horror movie." Majima zones out. "One of my men saved me from being choked to death. I couldn't do anything to save them, if I did, I would have been dead along with them. Whatever kind of person he was three years ago is no longer him."

"Do you think he may have gone to the hole?"

"Considerin' my time in that shithole, I wouldn't think they would do something three times as bad, and then send him out in the streets looking like that."

"I think we should let Chairman Sera know about this."

"It will help resolve issue faster than the police will. And I'm sure it'll be safe to leave in the morning. I don't think a half-mutilated shirtless man will be walking around in broad daylight."

"You're right."

"Well..." Majima stands up. "I'm gonna go make sure the doors and windows are locked up. Get some shut-eye."

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Heavy raindrops hitting the windows following loud thunder awoke Nishiki from his sleep. He shifts uncomfortably to sit up from the floor. The clock on the wall read past three in the morning. He looks over at Majima sounding asleep with his back facing him.

"Majima?" He whispers.

He doesn't move, but a small snore could be heard from him.

Another burst of thunder startles Nishiki. He wasn't a fan of thunder and lighting, and there was no way he was going to be able to fall back asleep. It wouldn't hurt to walk around for a bit.

Nishiki stands up from the floor and quietly walks to the door. He turns his head to look at Majima still sounding asleep.

He unlocks the door and leaves.

The lightning strikes briefly light up the long dark hallway. Nishiki's dress shoes made a small echo with each step. He looks out the window to see the storm picking up. The harsh raindrops and wind made the outside hard to see. Only a few city lights could be seen dimly lit. The raindrops hitting the window were the only sound that helped with the eerie silence of Majima's office.

Upon going downstairs, sounds of shuffling could be heard. With the incident leaving Nishiki traumatized, he wasn't sure if it would be wise to investigate.

But perhaps it was his mind messing with him. The wind must have picked something up causing him to react so timidly. It wouldn't hurt to check what the noise was. Maybe it was better to know what it was rather than letting your imagination decide what it could be. Checking it out will alleviate the anxiety that was gnawing at Nishiki's heart and mind.

He cautiously takes small and quiet steps toward the noise that startled him. The noise led him to the lobby. He checks the front door and windows. Both were locked. He feels relieved.

As he returns walking back upstairs a cold wind brushes the side of his face. Nishiki quickly snaps his head around the room. He remains still as his eyes dart around the dark lobby. Then he sees it in the distance.

Nishiki's heart sank as he began approaching the back door of the office. The doorknob was kicked off and cracked open.

It felt as if his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. "Majima!" He shouts and then the feeling of someone's hand reaching for his neck forces his body up against the wall.

Large fingers pressed into his neck making him unable to speak. Both of Nishiki's hands wrap around the person's wrist to try to push the hand away. Lightning illuminated the lobby for a couple of seconds to reveal Kiryu. The rain had washed away the blood and dirt on his body. The veins in his eyes were a crimson color with bags underneath. His face was filled with pure rage.

Nishiki's eyes widen and panics as he tries to push him with everything he has.

"P-Please...don't." Nishiki chokes out. Black dots began to cloud Nishiki's eyes followed by blurred vision. He starts to wheeze as he takes in his few final breaths.

Then a thud was heard. The grasp on Nishiki's neck quickly releases making him fall onto the ground. He takes a few seconds to recover and upon looking up, he sees Majima who seemed to have hit Kiryu with the butt of his tanto.

Kiryu was on his knees leaning on the ground and crying out in pain.

Majima quickly helps Nishiki up off the floor. "Leave now!" He shouts. "I'll buy you time."

Nishiki was struggling to regain consciousness. "Wha'...about you?"

"Forget about me. You must let the Chairman know." Majima helps him to the door to escape.

"I'll hold him off for as long as I can." Majima feels a hand forcing him to land on the floor. His tanto was thrown out of his hand. He watches Nishiki standing at the door. Majima could tell he wanted to help. "Go damn it!" He shouts.

Nishiki obeys and bolts outside in the storm.

Kiryu hardly had the opportunity to chase after him when he felt Majima grab onto his leg making him trip and fall.

Majima quickly stands up. "You ain't goin' nowhere, fucker." He snarls.

Kiryu stands up. His height was slightly towering over Majima. His hand reaches his temple where the weapon collided. He winces as the spot begins to swell and blood covers his fingertips when his hand returns to examine the injury. He had a feeling he wouldn't make it to sunrise, but he knew his sacrifice would allow Nishiki to tell what happened.

"Yer gonna pay for what you did to my men."

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Nishiki's soaked clothes made it uncomfortable for him to run. The fall weather mixed with heavy rain made him freeze. He was only able to run down a couple of streets before he had to catch his breath after running and almost being choked to death. He hid in one of the alleys. He didn't notice where he was at. Nishiki ran as far as he could with whatever energy he had. He couldn't take refuge in a convenience store. It would be risky. But where could he go? The Serena bar was closed, but if it were opened, he wouldn't dare to put Reina's life in danger. He couldn't hide in his home either. Kiryu knew where he lived. The Tojo clan headquarters was far, but it would draw too much attention if Kiryu were to somehow catch up to him. The last thing he wanted was to get pedestrians involved. However, there was one person nearby who could help.

[goobawrites]

Honey, I Shrunk The Yakuza!!: Kazumaji Crack Fic

Here's my second fic ever written! What was a goofy idea evolved into a whole dang fic with the boys in quite the situation. Enjoy!

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

The Hunt

Shouma Toriashi X Reader ( Chapter 4 )

word count :2258

TW: strong language, sexual tension ( nothing really +18)

Summary: life as we know it can change in an instant, and so do feelings and the people you meet.

A/N: I did not proof read.. LOL I just kinda went over it. But hehe I was giggling as I made this chapter! I LOVE HIM SO MUCHBDHVFCDEQWVDIUY

MASTERLIST

chapter 3

The weekend is finally here and we can now relax or so I thought..

“ Y/N I want to go to a karaoke club, they just opened one and i think it would be fun!” Yoshino speaks from the other side of the phone. 

“ Yoshino you’re not even of age yet.. How do you plan on getting in?” I ask as I grab and cut ends of the broccoli and cut them into smaller pieces to add to the broth that's boiling. 

“ Everyone knows I look older than I am, so if you and Shouma go first, by the time they get to me they won’t even ask! Worst case we can ask Shouma to get us some connections.” Yoshino reasons with hopes I’ll change my mind.  

"So you’re telling me Shouma already agreed to this?”

“ No… But he will, he always does! If he agrees, does that mean you’ll go?” 

With a small sigh I smile to myself and confirm that I would go if Shouma agrees, with that Yoshino hangs up to call Shouma. I continue with cooking my beef house soup and prepare the slices of beef and noodles ready to throw them in once the broccoli is cooked enough. I decide to clean the rest of the kitchen in the meantime, and do whatever is left around the house. At the moment I don't look my best, my hair is up in a ponytail and I’m wearing an oversized shirt that is ridden with holes everywhere, but who cares. I eventually walk back to my kitchen to add the noodles and whatever spices are left and give the soup a taste. 

WHO AM I? A CHEF OBVIOUSLY THIS IS AMAZING! 

I feel goose bumps arise as I taste my to die for soup, just as I’m about to go for a second taste test, I hear a knock at my door.. Who could it be, I didn’t even open the main gate.. Maybe it’s one of dad’s members or something.. 

I walk towards the door and see through the peephole and see Shouma on the phone.. What is he doing here, i open the door slowly and he just walks in like he owns the place. He’s wearing one of his usual black long sleeved shirts and a pair of dark jeans to match. I stare at him as he removes his shoes before stepping completely into the house and raises his finger to his lips as an indication to not make any noise. 

I walk away and back into the kitchen to stir the soup one last time before turning the stove off to let the soup try to cool down and I go for another taste.  But my personal space is invaded by Shouma standing next to me and staring down the spoon I have at hand. 

“ And if I say no?” Shouma asks the person on the phone before opening his mouth to indicate for me to feed him the soup that’s on the spoon. With a side eye i comply, and blow on the hot soup before feeding. He reaches besides me and grabs the chili flakes bottle and adds a few more flakes into the soup.

“ Hey i do–” I was cut off by him as he pushed his hand flat against my lips to prevent me from speaking.  Is he serious, he came to my place and he has the audacity to tell me what to do.

As a result I decided to lick his hand so that he will remove his hand from my mouth, and as planned he does remove his hand. He looks at his hand that i just licked, which is now slobbered by my saliva and wipes it against his shirt.

“ Okay Yoshino I will go, but I gotta go. I have business to take care of, bye.” He speaks in to the phone before saying goodbye to yoshino. 

“ Are you serious you made me be quiet while you’re on the phone with yoshino, i thou-” Shouma reaches towards me again but this time i dodge him quick. 

“ Shouma do not test me..”

“ You think you’re just going to lick my hand and get away with it?”

“ And you think you’re going to shut me up by covering my mouth.” i speak back. 

“ I told you to be quiet, did I not Y/N?” He leans against the counter top in the kitchen while stretching out his arms besides him to hold onto the edge of the counter. 

I turn to grab a slicing knife from the knives set and walk towards him, his gaze follows my movement and focusing on the knife in my hand. I stand in front of his tall, slender and strong figure and press my body slighting against him to close the big gap between us but leaving enough room where I’m not completely against him. 

“ And whose house are you in right now?” I ask before stabbing the cutting board that was right behind his hand on the counter. “ Mine, and remember that.” I Speak in a firm tone and let go of the knife handle and pull away from his presence. 

I go to grab some bowls from the cabinet and hand them over to shouma so that he can pour the soup into the bowls. Eventually we end up sitting down on the table on the floor and sit across from one another. 

“ So was Yoshino trying to convince you to go out?” I ask after taking my first sip of the soup… which is now too spicy for my liking thanks to him. 

“I only agreed because  I heard you would go if I went.”

“ mmm so you wouldn’t go for your Yoshino”I asked.

“ I mean I’d go if she asked, but I’d go so I can take you.” He spoke in a low voice before he began lifting his bowl to start drinking from it. 

“ How charming of you.” I sarcastically say back, we sit in silence finishing our food until i get a text. Hmm looks like Yohsino won’t waste a second. 

“ Get up and clean these dishes, I will go get ready, Yoshino wants to go shopping.”

“ But she didn’t ask me to go.” Shouma tells me like i care.

“ Did i ask if she told you, i said we are going, I fed you, the least you can do is take me to the mall.” I get up from my spot and walk towards my room to get ready. I grab a maroon off the shoulder long sleeved top and pair it with black see through pantihose and a black pleated skort and a pair of preppy short heel shoes. I fix my hair and style it where I let my curtain bangs to frame my face and creat a half up, half down style and tie the look together with a maroon bow.

I use a bit of foundation and some blush to give my skin some color and lastly do my lips. I have never been a fan of lipstick so I stick to my lip gloss, granted my lip gloss has to be glittery.  With that i walk down and see that Shouma is laying down on the floor with a cigarette in between his lips.  

“ I’m ready, let's go.” I speak up as I lean against the door frame waiting for him. 

Shouma slowly turns his head towards where I stand, and I watch as his eyes stare me down, as if he's sizing me up. He gets up from his laying position and stands up and walks towards me, but i just gather myself and walk away from him and walk towards the main entrance. Just as I’m about to open the door, the door is slammed shut. 

“ Shouma what the hell.”

“ Do you plan to go out dressed like that?”

“ No shouma i just decided to wear this just so you can see it and then I’ll go change! Are you dense, yes this is what I’m wearing, now let me open the door.” I roll my eyes at his stupid question.

“ Are you trying to seduce me?” Shouma brushes the hair that’s covering my ear and tucks it behind, as he lowers his head and speaks by my ear. His lips grazing my ear lighty and his warm breath sending shivers down my body. 

“ I don’t know what’s gotten into you, I always dress like this.” 

“ So you’re not denying that you’re trying to seduce me Y/N/.” Shouma leans closer and nuzzles his head into my neck.

What is this Man trying to do.. Is he trying to intimidate me, see if I’m going to cave in? What is he trying to get at.. Is he testing the waters and seeing how far I will let him go, if that’s the case. Let me give him a run for his money.  

I slowly lift my hand away from the door knob and move it towards where Shouma’s head is and run my fingers through his soft and silky hair. I move and lift my head slightly to the side to give him more access of my neck area. 

“ And what if I am, what if I said I wanted you to leave marks down my exposed skin?” I pushed his head closer against my neck to give him the impression to start kissing me down my neck. I slowly begin to feel his lips open, his teeth bite into the neck and small kisses are being placed.

I focus on my breathing to increase the depths of my breaths and fast exhales to depict excitement.

 And with that I quickly push my hand between my neck and the side of his head. Which breaks the contact of lips against my neck, and use the hand that was already messing with his hair to push his head forward. With that I slammed his head hard against the door I was facing. 

“ You should have learned that I'm not the one to mess with Shouma.” I stared at the man who was grabbing his head where it was just slammed.  I push him aside and drop my house keys by his feet and walk out the door and wait by his bike.

Soon enough he comes by and passes me my house key.

“Looks like someone got what they wished for. Now you can walk around the mall with a mark on your neck.” Shouma speaks up, getting onto his bike and placing the helmet over his head. 

… What. Did. He. Just. Say…

I quickly grab my phone to look and pull up the camera to see what he’s talking about, and behold.. There was a red mark on my neck.. That fucker, he’s not getting away with this. 

I hop onto his bike and tie my hair into a bun to prevent it from messing up too much, and hold on tight to his waist as we take off in speed. As we’re speeding down the roads of Osaka and the cool air bites at my skin, I decide that now would be a great time to mess with shouma. His helmet covers just his face leaving a gap between his neck and shoulders, which I take as my advantage. 

 I lean my head forward and press my lips against his neck and give him small pecks around the side of his neck.

“ HEY Y/N STOP I’M DRIVING” I hear shouma yell from under his helmet but i ignore his calls. 

I begin to bite slowly at his neck and lick the spot that’s just been bitten, all while letting the cool air hit that exposed area. I continue to do the same action in different areas around the side of his neck. Slowly but surely breaking the skin and bruising his neck with, One bite. One kiss and One lick at a time. I watch how his grip tightens over the bike's handles everytime i move to another area to mark. By the time we reach the parking lot of the mall his neck is covered with love bites all over.

“ Thanks for the ride Shouma.” I jump off his bike and chirp Shouma a thank you and let my hair down to cover the mark on my neck and begin to walk away. 

*tsk* “ I don’t think so, what the hell was that?” Shouma pulls me back by my wrist pushing me now against his motorcycle and trapping me between both of his arms. 

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about, now move.” I try to push past him but he doesn't budge. Instead he moves his right hand and lifts it up to my face, where his thumb and the rest of his other fingers squeeze my cheeks, causing my lips to slightly pucker. 

“You know I could have crashed because of the stunt you pulled back there.” He asks 

I try to pull my face away from his grasp but his firm hold on my face doesn’t free me.

“ you ca-arn blem you’rrselv” I try to speak but the words all come out botched instead because i can’t move my lips freely since they’re being squished. 

“Y/N you started something you will not win.” Shouma tells me sternly and lets go of my face.

“ I’m sorry to tell you this Shouma but I already won, you just don’t even know it yet.” I smile at him before skipping away from him and into the mall. I turn back to see if he's following me, but all I see is him Turing his head around to watch me walk away.

Tag list: @missroro @yuzxi18

[dinoclawsz]

Hello dinoclawsz nation….I have no new art to give unfortunately BUT i did write a little fic recently!!! It’s nishirei!!! I’ll plug it here in case anyone wants to read, and i should be posting some drawings soon ^_^ been rly busy with work and owed art but i am thinking of yall. Anyways enjoy 😄

[kulemiwrites]

Happy Birthday, Boss! | Koji Shindo & Akira Nishikiyama

After years of poking and prodding, Shindo finally figured out the date of his boss' birthday and has made it his mission to remind him that it's something worth celebrating.

Characters: Koji Shindo, Akira Nishikiyama, & background OCs

Rating: GEN

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: I'm literally so burnt out from making banners. Im sure yall can tell lol. Anywayssss, just a little something to celebrate Nishiki's birthday! I know I'm late. One word: Work. This came out kinda flat BUT I didn't wanna spend a millions years on it soooo imma just let it be! Maybe I'll rewrite it sometime? (After I've caught up on requests and prioritized wips ofc) Oh also, this takes place after Nishikiyama's changed but long before the mid game events of Kiwami.

Too long for Tumblr? Read it on AO3!

The energy surging through the Nishikiyama Family Office in the last few days had been nothing short of pandemonium but somehow, Shindo managed. After all, it was his own fault that he had been stretched so thin. As Patriarch Nishikiyama’s right hand man, he couldn’t allow his work to fall to the wayside, no matter how chaotic he let his own personal schedule become– not if he didn’t want the man to become suspicious of him. He’d done well up to  this point but if he had to be honest with himself, he was relieved that the day had finally arrived. He hated having to hide shit from him. With each passing day, he grew anxious that his patriarch would smell something fishy and lash out before even allowing him an opportunity to explain himself. 

These days his boss was becoming increasingly volatile and he couldn’t always predict what might set him off.

Respect was what drove him to swear up but fear… Fear was what kept him honest, kept him in line. 

Even so, he’d managed to rationalize when he arranged Patriarch Nishikiyama’s agenda for the day that a white lie or two wouldn’t offend much, so long as he made it worth it in the end. After all, he needed him out of the way until evening. Shindo knew that if the other man had no pressing matters to tend to outside of that office, he’d remain behind that mahogany desk brooding for hours. 

And not a soul could do anything about it.

If he got to that point, there was no luring him to a secondary location– not unless that secondary location was his home and of course Shindo knew better than showing up at his house unannounced.

He’d scheduled two of Patriarch Nishikiyama’s more important, lengthy off-site meetings for late morning and mid-afternoon, then “dinner” that evening. The choice words his boss had for him as he rattled off the agenda that morning was… colorful, to say the least but, ducking his head in apology, he reminded himself that it was easier to ask forgiveness than to ask for permission. 

After having big meetings like that back to back, he knew full well that his boss would want to leave the evening open and spend the rest of it at home, tending to the migraine he’d inevitably get from listening to people he thought were idiots, blabbing listlessly for hours. He’d nearly told him as much when he violently cursed him but all it took was one familiar name for him to change his tune. 

Shindo knew that it wasn’t one that he'd turn his back on. He didn’t know much of their history but he had noticed over the years that that one old man was an individual that Patriarch Nishikiyama never spoke against meeting with short notice. In fact, he’d seen his boss inconvenience himself numerous times to see to it that he kept his word to him.

The dinner plans were mostly a fabrication– Alright, so, it was a half truth! But, he’d hoped that little detail would be more than enough to save his head from being lobbed off.

Shindo flipped through the stack of pages on his desk, busy work left for him by the big man himself. He’d worked tirelessly since morning to get through it all, even showing up at the office hours before everyone else to do so. He needed to save himself enough time in the evening to ensure the real plans went off without a fucking hitch. Quite literally, he couldn’t afford for tonight to fail. He spared no expense in making sure of that. 

There were flies coming out of his wallet at this point.

He scribbled his name and the day’s date across the final page, smacked his pen against the thick glass desk top then pushed up the sleeve of his coat to check the Rolex strapped around his wrist. 

Good timing, he thought.

So long as things were working as scheduled, his boss should have been entering his mid-day meeting right about now. That bought him more than enough time to head to a meeting of his own and work out any unexpected kinks, if necessary. 

Shindo was experiencing a bout of anxiety he only ever got when he was under immense pressure– pressure to impress Patriarch Nishikiyama, that is. He rolled his chest and cracked his neck as the clacking of his leather shoes echoed down the dim, quiet and narrow hallway. He trusted that the feeling would pass once he was certain that everything was in its intended place but there were so many moving parts and he couldn’t have his hands on all of them. He had to believe in those he issued responsibility, that they would pull their weight and he had to breathe. If he didn't stay on his game, he’d slip and miss catching a mistake that could cost everything.

The silence of his cell the past few hours, should have been reassuring. He should have taken it to mean that everyone was playing their roles properly but knowing that he couldn’t be sure, distressed him. 

If there was one thing he knew in this world, it was that silence wasn’t always golden– not with the band of fools he was forced to rely on.

When Shindo pushed the dark tinted door open, he released a deep breath that he wasn’t even aware he’d been holding. His dark eyes bounced across the large banquet hall, dressed in warm reds, golds, creamy tans and black to set a bit of balance to the color palette. There were bouquets of balloons with golden ribbon hanging from the high ceiling as well as a garland framing the buffet table. Streamers swirled around thick faux marble pillars. A long, narrow area rug spilled wine red from the entrance below the welcome arch until it cut between the two lengthy rectangular dining tables set for 12 each. Square tables set for four, filled most of the remaining space. 

There was a small stage ahead of the dining area that boasted a dark backdrop with grand flower bouquets matching the elegant color scheme and a single microphone standing front and center. Each dark-clothed table held one to three floating candle centerpieces with a thin, golden artificial plant inside. There was a table set aside for gifts next to the bar which had yet to be occupied by the evening’s bartender and another set aside for a grand cake. 

Near the wall, not far from the stage was a cozy booth and table that had the widest view of the room. It was decorated much like the rest but preset with an unopened bottle of the boss’ favorite whiskey and a stack of glasses.

From where he stood, he could see a shiny, black ponytail swishing in the merlot colored booth. His lips curved as he took slow strides toward the owner of it.

“Looking good in here, Shizuka-chan.” he said, his deep voice cutting through the silence and startling the woman enough to cause her to drop the lighter she just picked up then he held up his hands, half apologetic.

“Ah, Shindo-san…” she said, grabbing the lighter and flicking it above the wick of the candle. “You’re early.”

“I got started as soon as I could so that I could meet you before everyone else got here…” he said, shoving his hands deep into his gray pants pockets as he craned his head to admire the room. “You and the girls did good. Helluva lot better than me and mine would’ve done. Guess I really did need a ladies’ touch to pull this shit off after all.” 

The woman scooted out of the seat, remaining a distance from him. Her thin red lips pursed as she gave the table a final lookover. 

“Yes, well. Thanks to you, I was able to hire a more than capable team.” 

“No kidding.” he nodded. 

Shizuka was the event center’s manager. Shindo had hired her half a year ago, after he purchased the building and got it cleaned up. The woman was the face of the business, but she merely acted as a liaison between him and the customers interested in renting the place out. She was meant to help hide the stench of yakuza. It was better that civilians interact with a friendly face than himself and risk stagnation because the common folk associate the place with yakuza. He’d learned that from Patriarch Nishikiyama when he helped him secure the purchasing deal. 

He did wonder if hosting an event, the very first event, for a patriarch was risky for future business but it was the least he could do to thank the boss for his support. And hell, it was Patriarch Nishikiyama’s birthday.

He couldn’t think of a better grand opening than that.

“Where’s the rest of the staff?” 

“I sent them on break,” she said, checking her wristwatch then staring back up at him with her beady eyes. “Shall we go over the checklist to ensure that everything is as you requested?”

“Why not,” he shrugged with an air of nonchalance despite finding a bit of relief upon hearing those words.

“Just a moment, I’ve left my checklist in the back office.” she said, clopping away in her shiny black mary janes. 

Shindo watched her wide figure slowly disappear across the room. Just as he was about to settle himself into the booth that Shizuka only just exited from, he heard the door burst open. He quickly returned to his feet to look in that direction. He could feel the glare wrinkling his face.

“The hell–”

“Thank god you’re here, Cap!” one of his juniors rushed toward him, “Cap, I need your backup on this!”

The younger man spoke in a rushed cadence, sounding almost out of breath. In his hands was a crumpled packet of papers. Another man stomped in behind him, pushing his sunglasses to his forehead to look the captain in the eye.

“Captain’s gonna side with me on this, I keep tellin’ you.” the other said, his voice raspy and laced with annoyance.

Shindo sucked in a sharp inhale as he stared down at the shorter men. He didn’t know what the issue was but he still felt vindicated when he caught the winded one’s distraught face. It had been far too quiet. He’d known something would come up.

“What?” he asked, annoyance cutting through the word on exhale.

“I keep tellin’ this idiot that we need more chicks on the guest list.” the one using sunglasses for a headband said. “The boss's gonna think he showed up at a damn sausage party. We need some girls. I know a few hostesses that–”

Shindo snatched the wrinkled list and his eyes skimmed column after column of names. Most of the attendees were male, yes, but they were some of the family whose company he knew the boss didn’t mind– ones that mostly knew how to behave in a public setting and wouldn’t set the man off when he was intending to help him wind down. There were a handful of female attendees on the list as well. Women he’d hand picked based on what they meant to the boss. These were women he knew that while the man might not say it, he'd actually be delighted to see, especially the one who had agreed to perform tonight. 

“No, no hostesses.” Shindo said. 

While he would personally prefer to see a gaggle of good looking ladies show up to tonight’s party in spades, he knew that the boss would quickly grow annoyed when a band of women with dollar signs for eyes came in lying through their teeth and pressing up against him. 

He wanted to stick with the plan Shizuka presented, one she referred to as having an intimate gathering. That seemed to suit the boss’ preferences and temperament these days rather than him being shoved into a room full of half strangers intending to mingle and schmooze. It was probably best to reserve that sort of thing for obligatory events the boss needed to attend for work, rather than leisure.

“But, Captain Sh–”

“I said no fucking extra girls, got it?” he spat, then shoved the papers back into the other man’s hands. 

“Thanks, Cap.”

“Yes, sir…”

“Now, got anything else?”

“No.”

“Alright,” he said, waving a dismissive hand. “Go help in the back. I want the cake out before he turns up.”

“Yes, sir.”

Shindo checked his Rolex again then brought his rough hand up to stroke at his stubbly chin as another sigh escaped him. Was he annoyed that the guys he chose to act as what Shizuka called “guest coordinators” were bickering about the guest list only hours before the party began? 

Yes. 

However, he did find strange relief that that was the extent of his problems. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he headed toward the back to supervise and make sure that he didn't have any larger fires to put out.

When Shindo heard this phone chime in his pocket, he was looking over the items at the bar for the third time, ensuring it had everything he’d ordered for tonight. He dug into his coat pocket and checked the message waiting for him. It was the guard that accompanied the patriarch and chauffeur today, letting him know that they’d be arriving soon. He’d also warned him that the boss was already aggravated because the chauffeur had passed the restaurant he was under the impression he was due at. 

A corner of his lips curled and an amused breath pushed through his nose. It was nearly showtime now. 

He turned to face the room, much louder than it was when he first arrived a couple hours ago. Majority of the attendees had arrived and broken off into small groups throughout the room, chatting and laughing amongst themselves– all waiting on his say so. He flipped the cell phone shut, slipped it back into his coat pocket and headed toward the stage. 

His heart was pounding now.

When he tapped the microphone to ensure it was live, an unpleasant screech echoed through the room and silenced the guests. 

“Uh,” he said, frowning at the sound of his own voice surrounding him. “The boss’ll be here any minute now. Someone shut these lights off. Everybody get in place and shut the hell up. Let’s not screw this up.”

It didn’t take long for the crowd to disperse and scramble around the room. He carefully stepped off the stage and narrowed his eyes as he checked the crowd for a specific person and once he spotted them, he closed in. The lights lowered as he got closer as if waiting for him specifically. 

Only one light remained, the one cascading down from the high ceiling, above the strategically placed welcome arch.

When the door opened, he could faintly hear the guards’ voice apologizing to their boss as he led him through the dim room. Shindo immediately caught Patriarch Nishikiyama’s tight, downturned and sour expression as they led him below the arch, his eyes yet to adjust.

The lights flipped on and every voice in the facility shouted out “SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Nishikiyama was startled almost to stone. He didn’t intend to stand there for as long as he had. It just seemed to take him a while to process what his sharp eyes registered as they scanned across the sea of familiar, smiling faces in the room. His men were all well dressed, the others too. The layout and design of the room was breathtaking. For a moment there, he didn’t even recognize it as the shabby little event hall, he’d coached Koji through purchasing. 

It wasn’t until his eyes scanned the long banner hanging above the stage that read: “Happy Birthday, Boss!” that he dipped his head and let out a soft chuckle. 

He’d recognize that calligraphy anywhere.

“You idiots…” he trailed off.

The tight expression on his face relaxed ever so slightly and though a smile didn’t curve his lips, Shindo could see it lifting at the corners of his eyes. And that, made Shindo smile hard enough for the both of them.

“Thanks.” Nishikiyama said, most of them didn’t hear it but they all clapped and cheered anyway.

His brown eyes skimmed the crowd until he spotted Koji, heads taller than most, then called for him.

“Koji.” 

Understanding his cue, the tall man emerged from the crowd with a familiar face in tow. He was gentle with the much shorter man, one hand holding his wrist and the other lightly pushing against his shoulder as he guided the elder to the arch where Nishikiyama stood. 

The moment Nishikiyama’s eyes met that of the older man’s they softened and for a long moment Shindo recognized a resemblance to a version of his boss that he hadn’t seen in a very, very long time. The man he met and first came to admire all those years back. Though it seemed so far away now, he always knew that side of him was still there somewhere. 

He could always feel it.

“Happy birthday, ya lil’ shit.” the old man said.

A rare smile split the man’s lips as he shook his head, “Old man Uehara, the hell are you doing here?”

“The hell am I doin’ here? Ya think I’d forget your birthday after these years? My mind ain’t gone yet–” he scolded but there was an affection behind his rough tone that matched the affection in Nishikiyama’s. “It takes one of these chuckleheads ta show up at my door just so I can celebrate with ya?”

He chuckled, lowering his head in a bow to the elder. “Sorry.”

“Forget about it. Lemme give ya–” Uehara turned to look over his shoulder, his head gently shaking from tremors. “Where’s that boy with the box?”

Nishikiyama’s eyes flicked across the faces of those still watching on, silently trying to figure out what Uehara was talking about. Someone stepped forward with a small, rectangular, diligently wrapped box and placed it into the old man’s unsteady hands. 

It pained Nishikiyama to see the man trembling before him. He knew that it was the result of the stroke the old man suffered half a year ago but it still sent a pang of guilt surging through his chest. 

“Here,” Uehara said, extending the box with both hands and Nishikiyama recognized it immediately. “My wife’s recipe… It’s not nearly as good as her’s were but–”

He placed his hands on each of Uehara's, temporarily steadying them. The old man said the same line about his homemade confections for as long as Nishikiyama had been receiving them– a good 15 years now. He’d never even had his wife’s confections but if they were even better than what the old man was capable of, he’d wager it was a good thing he didn’t or he might have been toothless by this age.

“I’m grateful, Uehara-san…” he nodded, holding his gaze to ensure the man understood how genuine he was. “I’m sorry you had to travel such a long way but thank you for bringing them to me.” 

Uehara allowed him to take the box from him, then tapped his cool, shaky hand against Nishikiyama’s cheek. 

“Get some rest sometime, kid. Ya look like ya ain’t had a decent night’s sleep in years.”

He let out a small chuckle, “I’ll try my best, old man.”

When he removed his hand from his cheek, Nishikiyama straightened his posture and his expression hardened when he met Koji’s eye. He didn’t have to say a word. He made a great captain simply because he knew how to anticipate his boss’s needs without much prodding. 

Koji bowed his head, “I’ll see to it that Uehara-san arrives home safely.”

“The hell ya will!” the old man snapped, “I ain’t leaving til his punk has a drink with me. He owes me that damn much.” 

Nishikiyama coughed, “Some things never change, do they, old man?”

“I’m too old to change. I’ll be set in my ways til I die.”

He laughed, “Guess I’ve got even longer to deal with your big mouth then, huh?”

“And I, yours!”

“Oh, then, uh..” Koji gestured ahead. “Let me show you to your table, boss.”

“Sure.” he said, now accepting the responsibility of escorting the older man through the crowd.

Nishikiyama was downright exhausted by the time the party cleared out. He couldn’t remember the last time he let himself loose, well… As loose as he was capable of being these days in a room full of people. He’s not much for parties anymore. It wears him out in a way that makes fatigue set in bone deep. However… He didn’t regret tonight. 

Since he lost Yumi, Kiryu went to prison, and he stopped going to see Uehara regularly, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d properly celebrated his birthday. Hell, he could barely recall the last time he realized that it was his birthday. It wasn’t until that initial fright right there under the arch that it even crossed this mind for the first time today. For years now, he really only came to the realization he’d grown a year older when the year came to a close. All his days ran in together. He only ever paid attention to the calendar when he had important events and obligations to tend to. 

He couldn’t even remember the last time he told someone his birthday. He knew that it was long before he’d met Koji, which made him wonder…

As if he’d known that he’d crossed the man’s mind, he appeared not far from Nishikiyama’s table with a broom and dustpan in tow. After he’d finished sweeping up the pile of broken glass, he peered at his patriarch’s table to see if he was okay before heading back.

They wound up locking eyes and Koji knew he was being summoned. So, he answered. 

“Sit.” Nishikiyama says, scooting so that there’s room between him and the younger man. 

Placing the cleaning items behind the booth, Koji joins his boss at the dark table. 

Apart from the music, they sat in a long silence. 

Koji didn’t feel discomfort though, not like he does when he can sense a scolding coming on. That thought allowed him to relax in his seat. 

It was Nishikiyama that broke the silence, “I almost can’t believe you set all this up. It’s not your style at all.” 

The words came out harsher than he intended.

“It’s not… But it is yours, boss.” he said.

“Koji…”

“Sir?”

Nishikiyama’s gaze slowly trailed from counting the tables that were now half empty to finally settling on him. “I never told you my birthday.”

Koji’s body flashed with heat. He rubbed at the peach fuzz at the back of his head. There was hesitancy when he spoke. “Yeah, I, uh…” he trailed off. 

“You, what?” he murmured, folding his hands on the table in front of him as he stared expectantly.

“I read it on the paperwork you filled out… When you helped with the purchasing agreement.”

The patriarch’s dark brown eyes widened once the realization hit him.

At first he was considering if at some point he’d accidentally slipped and mentioned it. Or he’d left his I.D. lying around somewhere. Or if perhaps, one of his boys took it upon themselves to ask around. Not once did it occur to him that he’d come by the information that way. 

He shouldn’t have been too surprised. The question was dismissed numerous times in the past, in hopes that he’d just forget about it. But Koji was nothing if not resilient and he always did have an eye for detail. 

That was why he trusted him as his captain.

Nishikiyama’s gaze dropped down to his own clasped hands, squeezing just enough to define his veins. Another lengthy silence lingered between them. 

And again, it was Nishikiyama that spoke up to break it. 

“Thirsty?” he asked. 

He didn’t wait on an answer before he reached for one of the extra glasses and placed it in front of the captain. He poured the whiskey into the glass and handed it to him. He raised his hand in a halting gesture when Koji reached for the bottle in an effort to return the favor, then he poured his own. 

He lifted the glass, eyes watching the liquid swaying slightly, lips parting as if he was about to speak but then pressed them back together before gesturing his drink toward Koji’s. 

Understanding, he carefully clanked his glass against the other’s then watched, expecting him to take the first sip. Instead, Nishikiyama nodded at him, wordless telling him to forget the formalities and simply enjoy his drink. 

He’d earned it. 

Koji eyed his own whiskey for a second then shifted his gaze back to him. 

“Now that I know your birthday, boss, I’ll be sure not to forget.” he said, a solemnness shaping his features. “You’ve never forgotten mine.”

There was a dull tug in his chest upon hearing those words. 

Sure, he’d acknowledged Koji’s birthday in some form or another over the years. But, Koji was just a punk kid the last time he’d gone all out for him. Hell, just last year, he had gotten him nothing more than a watch. Nishikiyama’s mind whirled him into silence but it was the other’s voice that broke it this time.

“Happy birthday, boss.” he said, bowing his head then taking a large gulp of his whiskey. 

A hearty chuckle escaped him when he heard the man hiss and curse at the burn. It felt like an eternity since Koji witnessed him let out such a genuine laugh. 

“That it is…” Nishikiyama said in a voice so low, it seemed to have been a response to no one but himself.

A happy birthday indeed.

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