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sandwitchstories · 2 months ago

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Modern Muses Chapter 1: Happenstance

Welcome to baby's first openly admitted self-ship fic! This fic has been in the works for a while. I have loved every second of writing it. Yakuza Kyojuro just does things for me. Very feral and horny things.

Note for my regular readers: this is also baby's first slow burn. It's gonna be a couple chapters before we get to the good stuff, but I promise after that there will be plenty of smut!

AN: The main character has a Patreon where she posts fan arts and commissions. This is my little way of saying THANK YOU to the amazing artists out there creating the most delicious content to keep us all well fed!

Summary: Art student Bri Uzui's world is turned upside down when she falls for one of her older brother's delinquent friends. She finds herself navigating unfamiliar waters when she is dragged into the dark world of the Yakuza underground.

Kyojuro Rengoku is a high ranking member within the Yakuza family empire of the Ubuyashiki Clan. Falling in love was not part of the plan, especially not with his co-worker's younger sister. But here he is, trying to protect her, trying to love her, trying desperately to be the man she deserves even as more blood drips from his fingers.

Are these two lovers star crossed or can love really conquer all?

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WC: 3400+

CW: This is a Yakuza AU - the canon characters act OOC many times during this because of that. Chapters with elements of Smut, Violenece, or Non-Con (Not by Kyojuro or any of the canon good guys) will have that noted with the chapter summary so that readers can skip it.

Chapter 1

Summary: Kyojuro Rengoku and Bri Uzui's paths cross due to a matter of pure happenstance.

Chapter CW: a non-descript mention of an unwanted situation of a sexual nature, non-descript mentions of violence

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“You’re not paying attention, Uzuii! What the fuck!” Sanemi growled at his friend.

“Sorry,” the white haired man said, waving him off as he typed on his phone.

“What’s so fucking important that it can’t wait until after the game?” Sanemi snapped again.

“He’s probably texting one of his girlfriends,” Obanai said from where he stood.

“It’s not like we are in a rush at this moment,” Kyojuro said as he picked up his water bottle to take a drink. Shinazugawa seemed to always be looking for a fight and Iguro was always right there ready to egg him on.

The 4 men were part of a Yakuza family called the Ubuyashiki Clan. The members referred to themselves as the Corps. The 4 men present all held the highest rank a member could achieve, that of a Hashira. Their hands were filthy, covered in blood and they knew it, but life had never been kind to any of them. They all made the decisions they needed to be able to survive.

With nothing going on in the Corps involving them yet today, they decided to enjoy the nice weather and meet up for some basketball. It was nice to sometimes see each other outside of meeting up under the cover of night with guns drawn and fists bloody.

“Nah, not my girlfriends, I’m replying to the princess…” Tengen said as he typed a response.

“Your little sister can’t wait?” Obanai asked.

“No, sir. Absolutely not. No way,” Tengen said, looking up from his phone, his expression dead serious. “Since our dad died, it’s my responsibility to make sure she knows how she should be treated and that includes sitting around waiting for replies.”

“And what does she need that is so urgent?”

“What’s with the fucking interrogation?” Tengen snapped.

None of them had met her, but Tengen spoke highly of her when she came up in conversation. He tried his best to keep her away from his less than desirable activities and Kyojuro could not blame him for that. He did the same with his younger brother.

Kyojuro shook his head, no sense getting involved in their petty arguments. He understood where Tengen was coming from. His own little brother was a huge part of why he was even part of this underworld, getting his hands dirty.

His mother had passed away young and his father had become a raging, abusive alcoholic. Kyojuro had started doing work for the Corps when he was still in high school to make sure they had enough money to eat and keep the utilities on. His mother would have been unhappy with his methods and how he had had to change to survive, but she would have understood he became who he had to be for Senjuro. At least that was what he was going to keep telling himself.

Once he had turned 18 the Corps had helped him gain custody of his little brother. Senjuro was an hour away, attending a good school. A good school where they were safe, housed, and getting a good education. He missed his brother very much, they were very close. But right now that was the safest place for him to be. Away from their father and from this town.

Once you were in the Corps, you were in for life unless they retired you or you went out with a bullet in your skull. Kids were an absolute no no in this life and that included a younger brother. Especially with no one to help him with child care. So for now, things were the way they were. He had no one waiting on him and nothing to do. He stretched and enjoyed the breeze.

Uzui groaned as his phone rang and answered it, the other 3 interested to see if it was Corps related. “Girl! You did not let me finish replying! Wait- what’s wrong… yeah… seriously? Fuckin asshole. I’m gonna make him eat rocks… You know you’re not supposed to encourage my delinquent behavior, right… No. Absolutely not. I’m not sending you uber money, you know damn well how I feel about that. Walk your ass over to the park. I’m playing basketball with some of the guys and I’ll give you a ride after we finish… okay hanging up, love you too bye…”

He put his phone back in his pocket. “Alright boys, let's do this!”

“Everything okay?” Sanemi asked. As much of an asshole as he tried to be, he was a family man at heart and did care. Kyojuro knew that about him.

“Yeah, just another dead beat asshole. Let's get this goin’!”

Kyojuro chuckled. Uzuii was a softy inside for his girls - his 3 girlfriends and especially, his baby sister. Their mother had moved to be with her sisters after both of her kids graduated high school. Uzuii and his sister had decided to stay here. He knew that Tengen’s sister was an art student and was 14 months younger, but that was it.

“Do you think his sister is as tall as he is?” Obanai asked Kyojuro as the other 2 returned to the court already shit talking to each other.

“That would probably be unlikely. 6’6 is uncommon for a man, let alone a woman.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Kyojuro chuckled as he pulled his shirt over his head, it was hot under the August sun and they were about to start playing again. He didn’t really care if Uzuii’s sister was tall or looked like him at all. He was not interested in a girlfriend. Families were an easy target for enemies.

The Corps had ladies that could satisfy the physical needs of its members if needed. He had sought them out a few times out of curiosity, but none of the experiences had been life changing enough for him to want to make it a regular thing.

When he was absolutely pent up and nothing else worked, he dialed one of the numbers in his phone. He knew the women only by nicknames he had given them. Respectful ones that got him teased by Uzuii but he was determined to hang on to some shred of the gentleman he wanted to be. As much of a gentleman as one could be in the situation.

No kissing and no names. It was a few moments of a high followed by hours of regret. It would seem that even with as fiery and passionate of a person as he was, sex and romance were just not in the cards. They were not priorities. So with that, he put any curiosities about the ‘princess’ out of his mind and focused on the game at hand.

Bri huffed as she walked through the park. It was hot as hell. She was glad she wore her hair up today. She wanted to be annoyed that Tengen had made her walk in this damn weather, but truthfully she had no right. He was off today and was hanging with his friends. He had done his own thing thinking she was settled.

He would have lost his mind if he found out she walked back to her apartment alone when it was almost evening. That was why she had asked him to zelle her money for an Uber, not wanting to be a bother or deal with him not knowing where she was. However, Mr. Overprotective would never let her in a rideshare. She just hated bothering him when he was actually doing things he enjoyed.

He was protective before he was part of the Corps, but since joining… it was even worse. Which was understandable. Her brother was a delinquent but he had a heart of gold.

When their father had died, their mother had fallen into a deep depression. Sometimes she was not okay enough to work, and they needed food on the table. Being older, and wanting Bri to focus fully on her grades so she could get a scholarship to art school, he had gone out and found a way to make money. Unfortunately, that led him to the Corps, which now owned her brother.

She did not know most of what went on with the Corps, but she knew he was pretty high in the hierarchy. Which made him an incredibly dangerous man. She knew he had bloodied his hands far more than she could ever imagine but he was still her beloved, stupid big brother.

And he had done all of this for her. To take care of her and make sure she could follow her dreams. She would never hold it against him. Give him a hard time? Ofcourse! They were siblings! But truly put him down or degrade him for it? Never! And she would kick the ass of anyone that did. She was just as protective even if she was nowhere near as deadly.

His occupation was why they did not live together. They lived near each other, but he felt it was too dangerous to risk staying together. She lived alone, their mother having moved back to her hometown, wanting to be with her siblings.

Most of the time it did not bother her. Tengen had his life in the Corps and his 3 girlfriends to keep him occupied. He was busy but he still always made time to see her and spend time together. And he dropped everything if she needed anything.

Tengen paid for her apartment, wanting her focus to be on school but everything else Bri was proud to say she paid on her own using her artistic talent. She did fan art commissions and had a small following on Patreon.

Her brother had guffawed the first time he saw her patreon of an orc getting pounded by an elf. She had told him to close his mouth, that she was doing the Lord’s work. He had never brought it up again.

What she dreamed of was being able to publish the fully original graphic novel she had been creating. She had more adventures in mind for the characters past this story, enough to make it into a series. But for now, it was erotic artwork paying her way. Everyone had to have a specialty right?

She had a few people she talked to at school and occasionally went out with, but the only person she would consider a friend was one of her brother’s girlfriends, Suma, who was also part of the Corps.

Bri was busy with school and her artwork. She truly loved the life she led. But still, at the end of the day, she was lonely.

Bri replayed the way things had gone today as she made her way down the path towards the basketball courts. She had told her brother the guy she was supposed to be getting a ride home from backed out, but that was not quite the truth. She did not want her brother to kill the guy and he was likely to if he knew the truth.

She and this guy had been talking since the start of the school year. After several weeks of him asking she had finally given in to his request and gone out for coffee with him over the weekend. He had told her he would give her a ride home after class today. It turned out he wanted a sexual favor for the ride home. After a scuffle in his car she had gotten out and told him to drop dead and never speak to her again.

She was not a virgin or a prude, though she was inexperienced. That being said, she was not sucking off anyone, let alone some kinda weird, barely okay looking guy, for a ride home. Her gut instinct had been right about him all along, he was a loser.

She would rather be lonely than deal with guys when they all seemed to end up being like that. Sometimes it seemed like there were no good guys left in this town. Maybe that was why her brother had 3 girlfriends. The other ladies in town already knew what she was learning - Tengen was one of the last of the good ones. If not the last one left in this town.

In Bri’s eyes, him being in the Corps didn’t change him being a good man. He spoiled his sister and his girlfriends in every way he could. He was protective and a gentleman, even if he was a pervert. He was funny, sweet, hard working… what did a girl have to do to find a guy like that?

She sighed and kept walking. The sooner she got there the sooner she could sit down and the sooner she could go home. Today sucked.

She walked towards the basketball courts, keeping an eye out for her brother. It was the middle of the week and mid day. There were not a ton of people at the park. Though, her brother being 6’3” and having white hair made him stand out just as easily when it was busy.

She had never gotten to meet any of his friends from the Corps before. He tried to keep her far away from that part of his life, so he must truly trust whoever he was with. She was just glad he was currently playing basketball and not lifting cars or breaking kneecaps, or whatever other things his delinquent self did.

As she spotted him and approached she could see the 4 of them more clearly. She discovered that she had a new thought to ponder. Was it a requirement for a guy to be good looking to be a member of the Corps? Because damn! Her brother was surrounded by sexy, sexy men. Three sexy tattooed very dangerous men… Maybe I should ask if they are hiring…

Two of the others were still tall for men, and broad (so broad) but, compared to her behemoth of a brother, just about everyone looked small. She would put them around the 5’10-6’ mark based off comparison to her brother. The third was average height for a man, which would still made him taller than her, she would guess about 5’6”. The shorter one was handsome, though he wore a mask around his lower face so it was hard to tell.

There was another snow haired man, covered in scars, and playing to win. He was giving Tengen one hell of a time and she was here for it. Go get him Winter Wonder!

But it was the 3rd man that had her interest. His hair reminded her of flames. Flaxen tendrils darkening to red on the ends. Sweet gods, he had a good body. From an artist’s standpoint and a woman’s, it would be enjoyable to do a muscle study on him. In multiple ways.

She got closer and could see his features more. Prominent black eyebrows, square jaw, face as thoughtfully and carefully carved by the gods as the rest of him… whoa, mama… Maybe that guy being a creep wasn’t such a bad thing after all. He couldn’t hold a candle to Flame Boy.

She blushed and shook her head to clear her thoughts. The last thing she needed was to get a crush on one of her brother’s fellow corps members. She reminded herself of what her father used to tell her with a laugh and a hug. That all men, including her brother, were pigs and her focus needed to be on school and her career.

They were going at each other pretty intensely, so she plopped down in the shade under a tree nearby to wait. She pulled out her sketchbook, flipping to a charcoal drawing of her father she needed to work on for class, figuring she might as well do it now.

She lost herself in her art, not paying any attention to what her brother and his friends were doing. When she was in the ‘zone’ the rest of the world and even time itself disappeared. Tengen called it the ‘art monster’ because it possessed her. And that had apparently happened yet again.

She was startled when she got thumped on top of her head as she was staring down at the page. “Mind your manners, Tengen and kindly remove your nasty ass water bottle from my clean hair.”

“You’re in a bad mood,” Tengen said, squatting down and looking at what she was drawing. “That is really good. You even got his dimples right.”

“Yeah, its funny the little things I don’t need a reference photo for, but the major things I do. Like I never really thought about how it’s from dad’s side you have no eyebrows,” she told him.

“Thanks, ass,” he rolled his eyes, standing up and glancing behind him as his friends headed towards him.

Go away Tengen and leave me alone with your sexy, shirtless, sweaty friends. Especially that one… wait, down girl, cage them hormones.

“You ready to go?” she asked. “I’m good with waiting more if I need to.”

“Nope, we’re done,” Tengen said.

“Whatcha drawing?” the scarred man asked, gesturing at her sketchbook.

“Our father,” Bri said, turning the book around to show the charcoal sketch.

“That is incredible,” the flame haired hottie said, squatting down to look closer.

His eyes were beautiful and he smelled good even sweaty. Oh lord, please may I not embarrass myself….

“Thank you,” she smiled.

“Very realistic,” the masked one said, next.

“Damn, that’s a drawing? Seriously. That looks almost like a fucking photograph,” the scarred one said.

“Thank you,” she gave a cheesy grin just like her brother liked to flash.

“What can I say? My little sister is crazy talented! Her artwork is the flashiest!” he grinned. “Princess, meet the boys- Kyojuro, Sanemi and Obanai. Boys- meet Bri.”

“Hi,” she gave a little wave, forever awkward. She had long ago gotten over being embarrassed about Tengen calling her princess. It was what he had always called her, as long as she could remember… So why did it suddenly irritate her now?

“You ready, your highness? Your chariot awaits,” Tengen said, offering his sister a hand up and pulling her to her feet.

“Sure thing. Nice meeting you all!”

Kyojuro glanced after the Uzuii siblings as they walked away towards Tengen’s car. Bri definitely did not look like Tengen. Only their smiles were similar. He had probably spent more time taking her in than he should have, but he reasoned with himself he was just comparing the traits of the two siblings who look nothing alike.

Tengen was an exceedingly tall hulking mass of muscle. He had snow white hair and lavender eyes similar to Shinazugawa. His sister was maybe 5’3” and was all curves to her brother’s muscled planes. Bri had eyes that were so green they were almost startling. They were like emeralds set into a frame of thick black lashes. Her skin was not the alabaster of her brother’s, but a warm olive. Her lips-

“Better not be catching feelings there, lover boy,” Shinazugawa startled him from his thoughts.

He grunted, ignoring the jab and pulling his shirt. he needed to get showered and head to HQ to see if he had any work to do tonight. Work would help in more ways than one, including keeping his mind off of his good friend’s younger sister. He hoped.

His mind wandered back to her as he drove back to his place across town. Bri was beautiful and she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He wondered if she knew the ugly truth of just what her big brother did for a living. If she did and she accepted it… no, best not to even entertain wanting to see her again.

His life belonged to the Corps, just like Tengen’s. He had known there was no turning back from the start down this path. There was no room for regrets now.

He shook his head and headed inside to get showered. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. The man looking back at him was a far cry from the upper middle class boy he had been. Back before his mother died and his father became an insufferable drunk monster.

There was the jagged scar down the left side of his face, the injury had almost cost him the eye. Multiple other scars, large and small littered his body and many more were covered by the tattoos of tigers, flames and koi scrolling along his torso.

He flexed a little and smirked as he remembered the way Bri’s eyes had lingered on his form but not the others. He worked hard to keep his body in top shape, but it still felt nice to be checked out. Especially by a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who was very, very off limits. Right?

#sandwitchstories #kny x oc #kny self ship #demon slayer x oc #demon slayer yakuza au #rengoku x oc #kyojuro rengoku x oc #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku #Modern Muses AU

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whirling-fangs · 1 year ago

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Boop, Boop, Boop

"BOOP ME AGAIN, AND I WILL CHEW YOUR FINGERS OFF AND STICK THEM INTO YOUR EYEBALLS! THEN I'LL USE THEM TO GOUGE YOUR EYEBALLS OUT AND I'LL EAT THEM LIKE MEATBALLS ON A STICK!!! YOU'LL KNOW THE TRUE MEANING OF A BOAR'S RAGE!!!"

#fallesto #[[send your kny muses @ me or ELSE #if you dare :)#you know i'm always waiting for our next shenanigans ♥ ]]

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distrxst · 2 months ago

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valentine personality quiz thing

im gonna be so real i managed to get these two bug only half of each of them really fit so i spliced them together i do what i want

tagged by : @whirling-fangs , thanks !

tagging : @hymns-across-the-stars , @abyssembraced , @brdcge , @bruisedbluberries , and whoever else !!!!

#ooc ; zip it #; game ? yeahhh .#:: muse is usually based on whoever tags me so giyuu time because kny woo #::there's still a few minor things but . this'll work. lovers to enemies to lovers is horrifying LOL #:: I should make one of those are you [blanks] type thing LOL #:: anyways thanks for the tag I love doing these !!!!

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apheliia · 10 months ago

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i know why sanemi did it, but the fact that he was completely ready to bring severe physical harm his younger brother is genuinely concerning. i'm sure it has to do with his extensive traumatic history, but trauma is never a good, acceptable, or valid reason to hurt someone else. sanemi i love you but please do not put hands on or threaten to put hands on your younger brother ever again 🙏

#✧— aphe's musings.#I LIKE SANEMI DO NOT TAKE THIS A SANEMI HATEPOST ❗️❗️❗️#also do NOT be like “yeah but it was to protect genya--” OK AND?!?!?! SHIT'S STILL CONCERNING BEHAVIORRR #dude..... yelling at him is one thing but being prepared to poke his eyes out is crazy #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer spoilers #kny spoilers #the shinazugawa brothers are so sad and tragic dude. they make me so so sad :(((

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intcritus · 7 months ago

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ambie I followed because I think I saw you writing with aven and I liked what I saw. I stayed because I really enjoy writing with you and I think you're a great person to have on dash. I love that we've quickly tumbled into writing so many different combos together and how up for throwing muses at me you are. I love your range of characters from your ocs to your canons and the emotions you bring to the table whether heartbreaking like the kiri and Toga thread or amusing like gil and Salem. You brighten my dash by being here and I hope we get to write together for the longest time.

ahhhh honestly, it's so great. do you know it usually takes me up to 6 months to a year to ever approach anyone to write ? i take forever because im never sure what to say or how to throw my muses at anyone but sending in that plot meme helped so much and sometimes i still go back to it and realize i've added so many people since them and im so up to throwing more muses your way because it's been so fun and chill being able to write all these different dynamics !

i think the fact that we have something as heartbreaking as that toga and kiri dynamic then having so many others is funny to me, because of how quickly we fell into them fr. but ahh i feel the same ? i read everything you read, i'm down to enable every test muse, every hc, every brainrot because i just really vibe with you and think you're the best thing since sliced bread. i just know we'll have like 50 different dynamics before january with the rate im adding muses lmao.

tell me why you followed my blog and tell me what made you stay. | @resolutepath

#resolutepath #watch me add like two kny muses because i have no self control lmao #👑ˑ » ( answered. ) ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉˑ

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zen1dol · 2 years ago

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「アナタ誰」　「ワタシ誰」

#kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #douma #abnormality dancin girl #someone make a gackpo cover so i can think abt douma more to this song #also i need to learn old japanese so i can rewrite the lyrics in that -_-#ALSO SORRY OSOMATSU SAN FANDOM 4 TRICKING U INTO FOLLOWING A KNY FAN .....#not my fault u followed someone called doumapilled this mf is like my muse or some shit

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fatelcved · 1 year ago

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so i mentioned before that tengen gives me the vibe of someone who thinks they’re the best and worst at the same time, depending on when you catch them, and here’s why!! uhh warning: this one’s a doozy of a headcanon, meaning it’s long as hell :’ )

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first of all, thank you ufotable for giving us extra scenes that let us see more of tengen and his wives bc that contributed to this headcanon <3 deviations that anime tend to take aren’t always for the better, but in this case, i’m really happy with the changes they made bc i feel like we can get a better look at tengen’s mindset/motivations. but let me not get ahead of myself here!!

i know that tengen’s intro is him proclaiming himself a god, and generally he gives off the impression that he thinks highly of himself. when gyutaro asks, “ you’re their savior, aren’t you? ...their affection and gratitude toward you know no bounds, huh? ” he even eggs the upper moon on by saying, “ i’m a flashy, glamorous ladies’ man, so that’s a no-brainer. and i even have three wives no less. ” he is trying to provoke gyutaro, but tengen is well aware that he’s someone who naturally gains admiration and envy bc he’s tall, handsome, strong, and yeah -- he’s got three wives!

so i don’t think tengen generally struggles with confidence or self esteem, but he does struggle with guilt. during that fight with gyutaro when he’s saying that tengen must’ve been special the day he was born, a chosen talent, tengen all but laughs in his face and denies that he has any talent -- it’s a load of crap when just how many lives have slipped through his fingers?? too many. he isn’t like kyojuro who protected an entire train of people and didn’t allow a single person to die, even if it was at the cost of his own life.

and the thing is, tengen is crazy strong and obviously does have talent since he has incredibly good hearing, but based on his background and opinion, he likely didn’t have a natural talent with combat. the training his father put him through molded him into the warrior he is, made him capable of becoming a pillar. he wasn’t like muichiro or even kyojuro who taught himself flame breathing. tengen wasn’t born extraordinary. he was made extraordinary through blood and sweat and tears and loss.

but his lack of natural talent is nothing to be ashamed of! it’s the fact that he’s let so many people die and likely killed people as well. it’s the fact that his wives nearly died because of him. it’s the fact that his siblings are dead while he’s still alive.

in the anime, we get an extra scene between tengen and his wives in which they go to the uzui family grave to visit his brothers. there’s a moment where tengen slips and says, “ i’m going to hell,” and then proceeds to brush it off lightheartedly bc he doesn’t want another “ tongue-lashing ” from his wives. but he then thinks to himself, “ i’m going to live the flashiest life possible for my siblings’ sake. ”

first!!! the fact that he specifically says he doesn’t need another tongue-lashing from his wives implies he’s said this kind of thing before, and i love that little detail bc that means hina, suma, and makio are all three aware of tengen’s struggle and wholeheartedly believe he shouldn’t feel guilty. and the fact that they think he shouldn’t feel guilty plus the fact that he wants to live a “ flashy ” life for his siblings’ sake means that he 100% feels responsible for his siblings’ deaths. in the second official fanbook, we find out that tengen’s father tricked him and his siblings into fighting each other to the death by masking them, and as a result, tengen killed two of his brothers. it’s no wonder that he believes he’s going to hell despite having been tricked.

i do wonder if it also has to do with his own feelings towards the shinobi way of life. they were expected to risk their lives for the mission, but that isn’t what tengen wanted from the start, i’m sure. how could he when he lost some of his siblings before they were even ten years old? or when he saw how his father treated his family? how could he when he married hina, makio, and suma, and suddenly had people who he felt responsible for, who he wanted to protect? he didn’t want to die for something like duty to a lifestyle he hated -- he wanted to live. he wanted to live beside his family, beside his wives, and he wanted them to live, too. and i wonder if that didn’t lead to deaths he could’ve prevented. you hesitate when you’re afraid of dying, after all.

plus!! tengen says, “ those who have baggage like conflict or quandaries are spineless fools. that’s always been the story of my life, ” so his desire to survive has been a struggle for him even while he was a shinobi. but then oyakata-sama tells him thank you for fighting despite those conflicts and quandaries and validates that desire. it isn’t something to be ashamed of, and he doesn’t have to fight with the intention of laying down his life if need be. i’m sure he thought oyakata-sama would expect that of him, which is why he looks absolutely surprised by his response.

HOWEVER, that doesn’t negate the guilt tengen feels for the people he’s lost as a result of his “ quandaries. ” he’s grown, and now he doesn’t hesitate bc he fights with the intention of winning so long as it isn’t at the expense of his or his wives’ lives. he’s got better judgement bc he has clear intentions without the weight of another’s expectations on him. but he’ll never forget his siblings and the others he’s lost because he wasn’t willing to die for them.

#reposting this hc bc it's one of my favorites and i just love a man and his three wives :' ))))#i'm so sorry for the person i'm about to revert back into y'all and so sorry i said i was getting rid of my kny characters #just to come back from my break with so much kny muse asdfgh #i do not control my gremlin brain i'm afraid #headcanons | tengen

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sandwitchstories · 2 months ago

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Modern Muses Chapter 2: Midnight Pancakes

Welcome to Chapter 2 of my self ship Yakuza AU! Tattooed, bad boy Kyojuro occupies way too much of the limited space there is in my brain!

Note for my regular readers: this is also baby's first slow burn. It's gonna be a couple chapters before we get to the good stuff, but I promise after that there will be plenty of smut!aq

Are these two lovers star crossed or can love really conquer all?

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WC: 3800+

Chapter 2 Summary: Kyojuro and Bri have an unplanned dinner together. When Tengen finds out in an unconventional way he makes it his business and confronts them individually. He isn't mad, he's just a protective big brother.

Chapter CW: a non-descript mention of an unwanted situation of a sexual nature, non-descript men tions of violence

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Several weeks had passed since Kyojuro met Bri in passing at the basketball courts. He had found himself thinking about her more than he cared to admit. As he left the dry cleaners and was walking toward his car he heard his name being called.

He turned his head at the feminine voice and was surprised to see none other than Bri walking towards him waving her hand with a smile on her face. The setting autumn sun behind her cast an amber glow on their surroundings. She was stunning. Just stunning.

“Hi!” she grinned up at him when she finally got close.

“Well hello there,” he grinned back at her.

“I saw you walking and thought I’d say hi,” she said, her cheeks had the slightest pink tint to them.

“Well, I’m glad you did. It is nice to see you again,” he answered.

“You too,” she said, her cheeks got a little pinker. She broke their eye contact and cleared her throat. “I was thinking about going down to Hinatsaru’s restaurant. I know Tengen said you guys all eat there regularly. Would you care to join me? If you were heading that way.”

“Unfortunately I am not heading that way at this time,” he answered, wondering if maybe he should be. He saw the slight disappointment come into her eyes. Well that just won’t do. He spotted the diner behind her. He gestured to it. She glanced behind her to see what he was pointing at. “Would you care to join me for dinner there?”

She turned back to him with a broad grin that lit up her eyes and warmed his chest, “Sure!”

It turned out to be one of the best decisions Kyojuro had ever made. Bri was witty. She was beautiful. She was funny. She was warm. Once she got comfortable she was very talkative. They ended up getting so lost in their conversation that their food was cold by the time either had taken their first bite. Bri was a helluva woman, and he was happy he had gotten to spend some time with her.

It had been after dark when they finished their meal. He had insisted on giving Bri a ride home, not wanting her to take the bus or to walk especially alone at night. He had watched her walk up the stairs, turning to wave at him before she let herself inside her apartment. He had not pulled away until her door was closed.

Kyojuro was in a good mood when he got to the Corps HQ. He had gone home and changed into his work attire, his black button down, black waist coat and red tie, before coming in. He was whistling to himself with his hands in his pockets when one of the new low ranking members called out to him.

“Hey man- did I see you with Bri earlier?” the younger man called out to him as he began to head inside.

“Why yes, you did,” Kyojuro answered, turning towards the voice and waiting for the lower rank to approach him. He was curious as to why this kid would know her name, instantly on alert. “Is she a friend of yours?”

“She goes to my art school,” the guy told him.

“Ah, I see. And what’s your name?” Kyojuro asked, not having seen this man before.

“Oh, its Kaigaku,” the man nodded to him. “Heads up man - she doesn't put out. You’re just wasting your time there.”

“Excuse me?” Kyojuro was thinking he must have heard this guy wrong…

“No, seriously, bro. You ain’t gonna get anywhere,” the guy laughed. “I took her out for coffee once and told her I would give her a ride home from class the next day. She wouldn’t even give me a blow job, man. She told me to drop dead and ran away. Not even worth the time.”

“I believe that the problem in this situation is you, not Bri,” Kyojuro addressed him. “A cup of coffee’s worth of a woman’s time and you think that you are somehow entitled to demand a blow job in exchange for a ride? Am I understanding this correctly?”

“Oh, I see… you like her,” the man grinned with mirth. “I hope you have plenty of lotion buddy. You’re gonna need it with her.”

“Cease speaking to me and of Bri this instant, ” Kyojuro said as he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled back the sleeves early tonight. “This is your one and only warning.”

“You’re really willing to throw down over some prude bitch?” the man asked, not taking a hint.

Kyojuro laid him out with a punch. He knelt over him and picked him up by his shirt. He enjoyed the fear he saw in the man’s eyes. Good. Let him know she was protected and he would not tolerate anyone speaking of her like that.

The Hashira were not known to all by name so maybe this little shit did not realize she was Tengen’s sister. Maybe it was not some nefarious plot that he would know her name. Regardless of either, Kyojuro had now made it perfectly clear that she was protected and off limits. The man coughed on the blood pouring out of his nose.

“Never. Ever speak to or of Bri again. Her name is not to leave your lips. Do not go near her again. Or you will answer to me. Got it?” Kyojuro asked, getting even more in the man’s face.

“Y…Y… Yes sir!” the man nodded, eyes huge in fear.

Kyojuro dropped him so he thudded on the ground and stood up. He walked away before he could change his mind and beat the man into a bloody pulp like he truly wanted to do. It was not that he had pent up aggression or anger he needed to get out at the moment. It was a matter of someone speaking about a woman like that. Someone disrespecting Bri like that.

He shook his head and sighed as he walked in the door and headed to wash the blood off of his hand. He would probably hear about that altercation later. It was worth it.

As one of the 9 Hashira he answered directly to the Master. However, Himejima, the longest standing of the Hashira and personal guard for the Master was treated with damn near the same respect. He could put him in his place, but Kyojuro doubted he would.

The Hashira operated by each having specific jobs they oversaw for the Master. Kocho oversaw drugs and alcohol. Iguro was an expert at information extraction and worked closely with Kocho’s younger sister, Shinobu, to develop poisons and antidotes. Kanroji oversaw the Corps’ restaurant and entertainment interests. Tomioka and Sabito worked with old man Urokodaki on all modes of transportation.

And then came the boogie men. Masachika, Shinazugawa, Uzui and Kyojuro himself were the Corp’s justice system. For members and business interests - They were each enforcer, jury, judge and oftentimes executioner. Whatever the Master needed or wanted them to be, they were.

Kyojuro scrubbed his hands and reminded himself again that it was a bad idea to get tangled up with a woman, especially Uzui’s baby sister. The problem was he had thoroughly enjoyed the time he spent with her. He wet his hands and washed his face, hoping to clear his thoughts. He needed to engage his Hashira mode. Time to become the Flame Hashira once again. He headed into the main room where other Hashira sat. Iguro nodded to him in greeting.

Uzui sat sprawled out on a couch with his head resting on the back. He lolled his head to look at Kyojuro as he entered the room. “So, Rengoku, anything you’d care to talk about?” Uzuii asked.

“About what?” Kyojuro asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and heading to sit down next to him.

“About why you just laid that kid out in the parking lot maybe?” Uzui asked, gesturing to the security stream on the screens covering the wall across from them.

Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira came into the room as he asked. He took a seat on the couch opposite them and glanced at Kyojuro. His stare annoyed Kyojuro for some reason.

“Anything wrong, Tomioka?” He asked.

“I was waiting for your explanation before I asked my question,” Tomioka said, sitting back next to a mountain of a man named Gyomei Himejima, the leader of the Hashira.

Kyojuro wanted to go find that kid and punch him in his face again for putting him in this position. Though he supposed his own misplaced rage was part of it. He gave a smile, “Nothing to be concerned about.”

“This is out of character for you, Rengoku,” Himejima regarded him with concern.

“Who’s Bri?” Tomioka asked

Uzui’s head snapped to Kyojuro, gaze narrowed on him. “Now you better have more to say.”

“The kid I punched is the one who did not give your sister a ride the other day,” Kyojuro answered. He was not even slightly worried about what Uzui would say to that.

“That’s all you’re going to tell him?” Tomioka asked. The man was dense and nosey and had no sense of when to shut the hell up.

“Is there more?” Uzui asked, glaring at Tomioka.

“He deserved the punch,” Tomioka shrugged before settling back against the couch with his usual sullen appearance.

“Obviously, he ditched my sister.”

“But he didn’t ditch her,” Tomioka cocked his head confused.

Kyojuro sighed, he had been trying to avoid making a big deal about it. “Enough.”

Uzui narrowed his eyes on Kyojuro, his thoughts finally focusing on important parts of the conversation. Just lovely. “Why would he be talking to you about Bri?”

Bri was awoken by a pounding on her door. She had fallen asleep on her couch watching TV. It was still dark out. Who the hell was it? She grabbed her phone for safety reasons and just happened to see a text from Tengen.

She went and opened the door for her brother with a glare. “What is your problem?”

“Inside, now,” Tengen glared back.

She opened the door and let him in, shutting it behind him. “What has you so upset?”

“You had dinner with Rengoku tonight, huh?” He asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against her counter and continued to glare.

“What business is that of yours?” she asked, cocking her head. “I can do what I want with who I want and when I want.”

“Answer the question.”

“Yes. I did,” she said, not allowing her brother to make her feel bad for what had honestly been the best part of her week if not month. Hell, maybe year!

“How’d that come about?” he asked.

“I’m assuming you’ve heard this from Kyojuro already?” Bri asked.

“Not quite, I’ll explain after you answer my question,” Tengen said.

“Ani…”

“No. Bri. I want answers.”

She sighed and walked over to her couch and sat down, rubbing her face to wake herself more. “I was leaving the art supply store and I saw him about to cross the street. I called out to him and asked him if wanted to join me for dinner at Hinatsaru’s diner but he was heading in the opposite direction. There was a diner right there so we had dinner together. That’s it. Now, your turn. Speak.”

“All I knew was the two of you went out to eat,” he said.

“And what? Did Kyojuro tell you?” It was better to know now if he was going to be like that. She didn't need a spy for her already nosey and overbearing older brother

Tengen saw the look on her face. She was now doubting Rengoku. His friend was a good guy and didn’t deserve someone thinking anything bad about him. He was honestly Tengen’s only actual friend. In the broad scheme of things Bri could do worse by far and at least he would know she was safe. Rengoku was an absolute gentleman, even compared to him. “Rengoku did not say a word about being with you, why he was with you or where you went.”

“Then how did you find out? Why did this come about?” she asked, gesturing to his presence now that he had calmed down a bit.

“I found out because he laid a kid out in the parking lot over a comment about you,” Tengen arched his brow at her.

“Huh?” Bri sat upright in shock. “What?”

“Yeah, Tomioka overheard the exchange and asked questions,” it was mostly the truth.

“I don’t know who Tapioca is but he should mind his own business.”

“I hope you know from now on I will only call him Tapioca.”

"I'd say it's well deserved! I hope it catches on! I hope it ruins his street cred!" Bri huffed and crossed her arms in annoyance at the situation. She had no clue what could have caused Kyojuro to snap like that but Tapioca needed to shut his big fat whore mouth.

Tengen groaned. His sister couldn't even make asking questions easy for him. Then again he had barged into her apartment in the middle of the night with no warning. He may have deserved a bit of the ire being thrown at him. Maybe. Tengen sighed. “Apparently it was the guy who was supposed to give you a ride home the other day, princess.”

“Oh, Kaigaku… that slug,” Bri grimaced and shook in revulsion. “What did the little troll say that got Kyojuro to knock him out?”

“Well first, apparently you failed to tell me the truth of what happened with your ride.” a dark shadow came over his features.

Bri sighed and looked down at her hands. She knew her brother would be mad and may act irrationally if he found out. But wait… How did that tie in? “Tengen, answer me. What did he say to Kyojuro?”

“According to Tapioca, he told Rengoku that he didn’t give you a ride home because you wouldn’t give him a blow job.”

“That’s… true.”

Tengen moved to sit next to her, taking a hand in his and squeezing it. “You don’t gotta be ashamed because a guy was a pig like that, you know?”

“I’m not ashamed. I didn’t trust you not to beat his ass. He’s a dumb college kid.” Tengen looked at her for more. “I shoved him off of me and got out of the car. That’s it.” Tengen wondered if Kyojuro knew about the ‘shoved him off of her’ part. He was willing to bet not since the kid was still breathing. For now. “He’s a corps member with a gun. That situation could have gotten out of hand.”

“I didn’t know that he was a member, Ani. But… I really thought he was an okay guy. I had been talking to him in class since the beginning of the year.”

“You don’t deserve to be treated like that. I’m glad Rengoku knocked him out. I wish he would have kicked him in his ribs and stomped his balls too. Now THAT would have been flashy.”

“What did the guy say that caused Kyojuro to do that?”

“He told Kyojuro he was wasting his time because you don’t put out.”

She gave a dejected sigh. “I’m not a prude. I just don’t think a guy is deserving of a blow job in exchange for a ride home after a single cup of shitty coffee.”

“It’s not. No guy is deserving of a blow job until you decide they are,” Tengen said firmly as he took her in, watching as she pulled her knees up and rested her arms on them before putting her forehead on them.

“Guys in college suck, Tengen. I’m tired of guys like this,” she said, her voice kinda muffled. “Kyojuro is the first guy that treated me decently other than you since Daddy died.”

He made a noise of disgust and pulled her into his arms. He ruffled her hair and kissed the top of her head. “Tell me the bad news. How much do you like him?”

“I’ve only had one dinner with him, Tengen,” Bri sat back and wiped tears off her face. “Of Course now that he knows I don’t put out easily he’ll probably bounce too.”

“Don’t be shitty,” Tengen told her with an annoyed glare. “He’s a really good guy.”

“You’re right, I was being shitty. He doesn’t seem like that type of guy,” she gave her brother a small smile.

“He’s not. I mean it, he’s a good guy. And a gentleman,” Tengen took one look at her lovesick face and sighed. “Great. You like him a lot.”

“Just shut your stupid face,” Bri groaned and dropped her head to the side to rest it on the back of the couch. “Yes. I like him a lot.”

“What made you call out to him?” Tengen asked, curious.

She shrugged. “I’m lonely. He seemed really nice when we met. And sorry to tell you, my precious big brother, but your friend is smokin’ hot. Like holy fuck, Kyojuro is hot.”

“Down girl. Don’t make me get the hose.” Tengen laughed and reached over to ruffle her hair again. “You could do a lot worse than a guy willing to knock another man out for speaking bad about you after one dinner. You have done worse. Way worse.”

“Oh shut up,” she groaned, kicking him in the side gently. “Shouldn’t you be out committing crimes?”

“Yeah… But I came by to talk with you first. I wanted to hear everything from you,” Tengen said. “And now I’m hungry. Midnight pancakes?”

She smiled. “I’ll go get dressed.”

“Hey, princess!” Tengen called after her as she headed towards her room in the one bedroom apartment she had. She turned to look at him, waiting for a response. “I meant what I said. You could do a lot worse. He is a really good guy, a good person.”

“Is that your way of giving me some type of blessing?” she arched an eyebrow.

“Yes, it is. Little Miss I do what I want when I want but secretly want my big brother’s approval.”

“You’re gonna make me throw up,” she said, walking away with a smile. Tengen knew and approved. She bit her lip. Hopefully she’d hear from him again…

Kyojuro put out his cigarette on the ground as Uzui pulled up in the black SUV they would be using for the night. While Uzui had gone to get the vehicle from Urokodaki, he had visited Haganzeka and Kanamori down in the armory, gathering some extras for this job that their normal weapons would not cover.

Kyojuro owned and expertly wielded a number of weapons - Guns, knives, swords, bow, crossbow, and more. He was an expert in hand to hand combat. These were all things that helped him reach Hashira by 18. Here he was now, 24 and a Hashira for 6 years.

He sighed as he lifted the duffle bag off the ground and got into the SUV. This was not where he ever dreamed of being, but it was where he was. It allowed him to pay his and Senjuro’s way.

It allowed him to send Senjuro to a good school in the next town and have money set into a trust fund for Senjuro, done under someone else’s name so it could never be tied to him. Enough that no matter what, his younger brother would never want for anything again, even if something were to happen to him. He had a nice place, a nice car. So why did he feel like something was missing?

It wasn’t until recently that he had felt this… incompleteness. He lit another cigarette as Uzui pulled out onto the road, talking about something Kyojuro had not heard a single word of.

He needed to get his head in the game. He could wallow in whatever this was later. Right now, he needed to be the Flame Hashira once again.

“You went over the layout again, right?” Kyojuro asked his friend and fellow Hashira.

“Yes, mom. I did my studying,” Uzui said in the tone of an annoyed teenager. “Gosh!”

“Good, next do your laundry and clean your room,” Kyojuro took a long drag before blowing it out the window.

“You should quit smoking,” Uzuii said, giving him a side glance.

“Are you now my mother?” Kyojuro asked, taking another long drag.

“No. I’m not. Though I do look good in an apron. However,” he glanced at Kyojuro again.

“However?”

“However I can tell you that Bri doesn’t like the smell of cigarettes,” Uzui said, eyes back on the road.

Kyojuro mulled over his words in his mind and his response to them. He shouldn’t care about that fact, but he did. Because if she did not like the way it smelled, she definitely would not like the way it tasted. And he definitely wanted to kiss her.

But that was probably not something to tell her behemoth of an older brother. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Are you interested in her?” Uzui asked, eyes still on the road. “I’m asking as your friend and her older brother. Because she likes you, Rengoku. You made her happy when you had dinner with her. And I like seeing her happy. So, I’m not against it. I’m not necessarily for it. But I want to know where you stand. Is she just a friend or-”

“Uzui, we had one dinner together,” Kyojuro answered with more force than he meant to, earning him a side eye from the big brother next to him. He hadn’t wanted to delve into those feelings and thoughts tonight, but here he was.

Better to clear the air before they got to the job site, he supposed. “Yes, Uzui. I like Bri. And yes… I am interested in her. I really enjoyed our dinner the other night as well. She is very warm and very bright. She’s witty. She’s beautiful…”

“Yeah, what can I say. My sister is almost as flashy as I am! A total catch,” Uzui said in his normal playful tone.

“But Uzui, we are colleagues and friends. We know the ugly truth of what eachother does for a profession,” Kyojuro sucked in a long drag.

“Yeah, we are and we do,” Uzui said. “And yet I still told her, just like I am telling you, if you guys decide it’s something you want to do, go for it. But if you are taking the princess out, you better take her out somewhere nice.”

“I wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.” Kyojuro was honestly a tad offended but he reminded himself that Uzui was just being an older sibling.

“You better protect her with your life.”

“You already know that I will.”

“Just remember, Rengoku. You break your heart, I’ll break your neck.”

“I would never. And I would expect no less,” Kyojuro smirked as he spoke. “And as for the neck breaking… you could try.”

Uzui turned and gave him a giant grin full of mischief. “Alright, got that off my chest. Now that us two gentlemen are done having that heart to heart… let's go be bad guys!”

#sandwitchstories #Modern Muses AU #kny x oc #kny selfship #demon slayer x oc #kyojuro rengoku x oc #rengoku x oc #demon slayer yakuza au

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