#kycken (wakasa)

[nightiingaled]

Silent Scream + Shini (Survival verse)

Send me “Silent Scream” for my muse to vent anything they’ve been keeping hidden inside.

"I fucking hate this shit. Just standing by and letting my brother handle this shit by himself. I know he's capable but this is ridiculous. People are dying. They're just kids!"

He rubbed a hand through his hair, seeing the faint shadow of a blur that made up his vision now. "And what do I get to do? Sit around and feel fucking useless! I'm the big brother - I'm supposed to protect Manjiro and Emma, and I can't, not like this. I promised I'd fix it and it just gets worse!"

[nightiingaled]

Shinichiro had taken them on a simple walk from the school, chattering non-stop about different things that garnered his attention that day. He didn’t even really notice that his companion wasn’t paying much attention for quite awhile.

They were meandering in front of a park when Shin went quiet and stopped to look at Wakasa. It was so strange thinking about how they met, how everything had gone. How had he even done it? His crazy thought to just stop this stupid battle between two warring factions just because he didn’t like what it was doing to his neighborhood. And it had worked? He’d been blasted into the concrete, broken his nose and everything, but he’d come right back up spouting his usual nonsense. 

I’m not backing down. 

And when had that turned into the Black Dragons and the Black Dragons turned into this? Him and Wakasa, alone on a Friday night, up to their usual. It made him feel nostalgic for something that was standing right in front of him. Shin felt a smile flash across his features and he leaned back into a stretch. “Waka-chan,” he whined, dragging out the name in a childish tone. Pay attention to me. 

The other seemed to come back to the present and acknowledged his absence. Shinichiro laughed and threw an arm around his friend. “Yeah you did, I was talking about these pretty girls that I tried to ask out at school today!” Shin felt a creeping sensation on the back of his neck and turned away from Wakasa to hear sirens in the distance, but they were growing closer. Weird.  “You don’t think those are for us, do you?” he teased. Of course not, they hadn’t even gotten into anything. 

@nightiingaled

It’s almost crazy to think back on it- How a single man had managed to put a complete halt to he and Benkei’s years of rivalry. Shinchiro Sano had not looked like much when he came marching into the fray, spouting some nonsense about needing to unify the Kanto gangs underneath a single banner. Such sentiment was ridiculous in Wakasa’s mind, he was having far too much fun as the White Leopard of Kodo Rengo- Twelve gangs from eastern Kanto that had successfully merged beneath Wakasa’s leadership and infamous fighting prowess. While he saw the merit in increasing their numbers, his ascension was that of violent conquest- Not through buddying up to others and licking each other’s wounds, that was so disgustingly weak it made him want to throw up.

Benkei of Ragnarok’s 3rd generation had been so talked about, that Wakasa knew they had to fight- His very blood sang with excitement and pure joy whenever the other bosozoku leader’s fist managed to swing mere centimeters from his smirking face, as if Arashi were trying to punch that manic grin straight off of Imaushi’s jaw.

Some lanky beanpole with hair slicked back into a classic pompadour simply raised his arms, even managed to grab Wakasa’s extended ankle when he tried to deliver a savage spin-kick, effectively flipping him into the air like a damn pancake. After landing on his ass like a fool, he managed to witness Benkei literally stomp Sano’s head into the damn pavement- Enough to give any man a concussion, bleeding, and possibly a caved in nose. Shinichiro had simply forced himself back up, his eyes wide and filled with a strange intensity that shook even the White Leopard to his very core. Benkei had to move his own leg to keep himself from being thrown around by the thigh like a sack of rice.

Ever since then, Wakasa and Benkei had followed Sano and formed the Black Dragons beneath his leadership. While Shinichiro was the in-title Head of BD, he actually shared his power with his Captains- Making them not only integral to the formation of their units, but also trusted confidants he could rely on to help keep things balanced. Only they were able to get away with criticizing Shinichiro’s choices and decision-making abilities, because he understood that they would be speaking earnestly and prioritizing the values and Code of Honor they followed as bosozoku members.

He’d felt like a complete idiot, like some weird stalker or a lovesick admirer- Waiting for Sano outside of the school gates. Wakasa wasn’t a sentimental type and didn’t even really consider his own subordinates to be ‘friends’ on any level, yet Shinichiro had managed to gain his complete respect and trust during that legendary clash between Kanto’s east and west. Much to his own shock and complete exasperation, he even started using a cutesy nickname around the other male- Having previously shown little more than irritation and stand-offish resistance to Sano’s insistence on referring to him as ‘Waka-chan’ in public. Even Benkei astutely picked up on the fact that Waka was far less impulsive and bad-tempered around Shinichiro’s presence, his own tendency to feel restless, bored, and alone in the world having evaporated completely.

Every day was a blast, even when he wasn’t kicking someone in the face, or throwing another delinquent into his weak-ass pals like a bowling ball into stacked pins. Hanging around convenience stores, eating out together, visiting the Sano’s crazy family household- Even those more peaceful and down to earth moments were special, something that Imaushi hadn’t experienced before in his life, not even in childhood.

It wasn’t like him to space out in the middle of a conversation, but the words Shin was currently speaking only seemed to register as noise, rather than Wakasa’s brain actually processing their meaning and intent.

“Ah- My bad, Shin-chan. I totally spaced out like whoa,” he admits, his odd reliance on slang terminology often seeming ‘out of character’ for someone as capricious and quick to violence as Imaushi was.

[nightiingaled]

“How did you get here?” [Shin, from Wakasa]

Your muse finds mine, staggering down a road at night, with torn, dirty clothes and nothing else. Send “How did you get here?” to pick them up. - @kycken

It was a long way home from where he'd woken up, missing any bit of change he'd had and his phone. Shinichiro didn't remember what had happened, but he wasn't the only one around, surrounded by several half-dazed and unconscious bodies.

He didn't recognize them individually, but their uniforms marked them as a rival gang. Had they attacked him? Or had he -- Shinichiro didn't stick around to ask or to wait for the police. He needed to get himself patched up as it was.

So he'd started the trek home, slowly dragging himself bloody and beaten towards home. He recognized the sound of Wakasa's bike and felt relief settle over him, coming to a rest to wait for the other to stop.

"Well....I walked..." Shinichiro joked, face cracking dried blood around his eyebrows and mouth.

[nightiingaled]

"You are stronger than this!" [For Shinichiro, from Wakasa (@kycken).]

Whenever It took over, everything went black for Shinichiro. That horrible impulse in the deepest part of himself, the hidden and buried monster that came out to play only when it smelled blood. He could feel himself drowning in it, lungs crushed under the weight of it all.

But It didn't care. It did what it had to do and sometimes what it wanted to do. Nothing could tell it to stop. Not even the grip on its shoulder, shaking him like trying to wake the one sleeping within.

It took Wakasa's hand and bent it, threatening to break it at the wrist.

"Of course I'm stronger. And I'm going to make them see it." The rival gang member he had pinned under him, taking the incessant non-stop beating was gagging on blood and teeth. "Let. Me. Go."

[nightiingaled]

Shinichiro doesn’t need a mirror to know he looks like absolute shit. Blood has been spilt again and again on his face only to dry and be spilt once again. He forgot a long time ago what they wanted from him - did they want him to join them or to simply scream for their pleasure?

Protecting your guys, a voice reminded him. That's right, he thinks. He's doing this for the guys - for Black Dragon. To protect them from the stupid onslaught of near-adults who don't know how to act like real men.

Shinichiro smirks to himself, unsure if anyone is watching him. He would withstand anything if it meant protecting the people he cared about. "Come on - that all you got!" he yelled, "Bring it on!"

The door opened, one of the gang members leading in a familiar face.

"Waka...Wakasa...!" Shit. "They got you too?"