#majima was right to cut him from the gang

[majimassqueaktoy]

The way Saejima has such a calm, soothing domestic streak to his personality is one of my very favourite things about him.

[yakuzacanons]

Hello there 🌷

I really appreciate your work 💖 enjoying every single post hehe ☺️

Can I request hcs, how the boys would react when they find out that s/p has cheated on them? (like s/o has been lonely bc the boys are always busy...) Thank you in advance. Have a nice day 🍀

Sorry for the late response, this one is going to be tricky. I don't think there's really ever a good reason to cheat so I won't be justifying why the boys get cheated on, but I will cover how they react to it. Having said that, this one will be fairly brief but I hope you like it. Headcanons below the cut as always.

Also, first time introducing Shinada to the gang. Get hyped.

Kazuma Kiryu

Disappointed more than anything. Kiryu doesn't ask for much and always does his best and in the end he will blame himself for your infidelity. He won't outright end things but he'll never be the same. Eventually, he will break it off down the line as he feels the trust is shattered and no matter how much time has passed, he can't shake the feeling that it could happen again.

Majima Goro

Hope you're ready to get ghosted if you cheat on this man because that is absolutely what will happen. The second Majima finds out, he's gone. You won't see or hear from him again. There's no if, and, or but about it. After all it took for him to open up and trust you, you broke him. That's exactly what he was always afraid of and you just proved him right.

Akiyama Shun

Goes straight into denial mode. Might actually BEG you to stay because he'll blame himself for not giving you enough. Mostly, he blames his trauma from past relationships. Chances are you won't hear from him for a couple of days because he'll go into a little depression hermit crisis mode. He'll stick around to try to make it work but you can tell his energy is totally sapped from the relationship.

Saejima Taiga

Doesn't get mad, just gets distant. Out of all the boys, he's most likely to try to forgive you for this. He may even actually "get over it", in a sense that the thought of it doesn't upset him much anymore. However, he will be noticeably more distant. He won't call or text as much and when he does, his replies will be much shorter. He'll be less open with you.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Gets dejected as hell. He knows he's a busy man but damn if he didn't try his best only for it not to be enough. Very inexperienced with love and chances are you are his first or second relationship ever, so it's a huge blow to him. Will try to hide how upset he feels to make things work but he's terrible at hiding it. Cries himself to sleep when he first finds out.

Ryuji Goda

He'll just break up with you on the spot. If you're living together, he'll arrange for one of his employees to pack your things and drive you into Sotenbori. He won't even see you out the door. He is hurt but it's more so that he feels all the work he's put into the relationship was a waste of time and Ryuji hates to waste his time and energy. Moves on the quickest out of all the boys.

Nishikiyama Akira

Will never stop asking why, even if he stops asking you directly and out loud, he will never stop wondering why it happened. It's a huge blow to his confidence. He will become much more timid because he's afraid of doing something that will cause you to cheat again because he thinks it's his fault. Will likely ghost you slowly over time.

Daigo Dojima

He'll cry when he's entirely alone. Things are so hard for Daigo as is. He is trying very hard to not let this break him. Will try to salvage the relationship but he's also not trusting of you at all so it'll end up being a sleeping-in-separate rooms situation, all the while he stares at the ceiling late at night wishing it could be the way it was again. Daigo genuinely panics and feels trapped, wondering what he could've done, if he can prevent this from happening, and if he even wants to bother trying anymore. The chances of him leaving you are low, so he'll likely let himself get cheated on again unfortunately.

Mine Yoshitaka

King of giving you the cold shoulder. He won't shut you out entirely but if you want to fix things, you will have to WORK at it. Mine's logically driven so he'll be watching to see if you can prove that this relationship is what you want. It's basically like winning his heart over from the very start all over again.

Tatsuo Shinada

Only one of the boys to cry outright upon hearing the news. Will be inconsolable. Cries loud and hard. He'll let you decide what to do with the relationship because once this happens, he just doesn't care anymore. He's so dejected and hurt that if you wanted to leave, it wouldn't bother him because he's already feeling his lowest. If you decide to stay, it will take a LOT of reassurance to get him back to himself in any capacity.

[streetkings-yusa]

Yusa 1/?

“No, please!” Her throat had gone hoarse from screaming as her head was yanked every which way like a ragdoll. She was surprised that her neck hadn’t snapped. The bastard pulling her hair had ceased pummeling her stomach and face and pulled out a knife from his coat. “W-what the hell, please!”

“Now, bitch, tell me why you’re lookin’ for Majima? The Mad Dog’s kinda a big deal in the Tojo Clan, an’ what’s a pretty little thing like you lookin’ fer him for? You his girl?” The thug held the blade up to her neck, a small bead of blood trickling down the shining edge. It stung, and she couldn’t help but whimper. She had been beaten before while looking for him, but here she was, chained up to a filthy steel pillar in a warehouse on the docks, and her panic set in tenfold when the thug released her hair and used the now free hand to unzip his pants.

“Majima gone and got himself a sexy little thing, eh? Guess the bastard likes ‘em young. Betcher pussy’s all nice and tight. You in high school? Shit.” The thug smirked as he dug the knife deeper, streams of blood coating the side of the blade as she wiggled and pleaded. “Boys, you in?” From the shadows emerged more suited goons, members of her assailant’s gang, and they looked hungry. “This’ll piss ‘im off good that we’ll get his attention, eh? And Koji, you might wanna getcher camera ready. Gotta send consolation off to good ol’ Mad Dog for missin’ the party!”

*****

A few days after that incident, the thug who led that pitiful excuse of a gang disappeared and all its members beaten and scattered. She had been unconscious from the blood loss and trauma for a few days in the warehouse, and somehow she found herself in her bed, bandaged up and cleaned a few days after that. Over the years since then, the amount of beatings had decreased and she began fighting back against those who dared during her search. She had known that Majima had found himself back in the good graces of the Tojo Clan and was making his way up to lieutenant (which she was surprised he had given up), and had tried getting in touch with anyone in relation. She’d had to do shady things, the likes of wish she’d never mention, but her results were always the same: “get the hell out.”

Her only option? She had to become yakuza. Yusa fought tooth and nail, used the information she learned from her liaisons with other yakuza families as blackmail. She soon made a reputation for herself as a female boss, members of her gang starting with delinquents from her school and developing themselves into hardened gangsters. She started from the bottom, refusing to join any other clan in order to establish her own.

Twenty years later, here we are.

She had since dyed her hair and gotten her proper tattoos becoming of a yakuza patriarch, and like yakuza do, flaunted her wealth and indulged in expensive luxuries, like import motorcycles from America.

Takenaga Yusa was beyond pissed that her favorite motorcycle, her beloved 2003 Harley-Davidson Touring, was stolen while she was having dinner at Kanrai. It’d been a while since she had a break from blackmailing and beating rival gangs into submission (on top of running a clothing boutique), and there was nothing like a steaming plate of the finest kalbi ribs and a bottle of Rose Champagne to fill her belly after a long workweek. It didn’t take long for her boys to find the perpetrators while she sat sulking in her office, sharpening her twin pair of kodachi and fiddling with the crimson tassels that hung from the kashira. Within moments she was out on the streets of Kamurocho, her kodachi in hand and storming her way to an empty parking lot in the Hotel District.

She didn’t have a break whatsoever. On her way to the parking lot, Yusa and her boys were ambushed by small groups of street thugs, those whom paid Yusa handsome bribes afterwards to keep silent immediately following a beat down single-handedly delivered by Yusa herself. It took several small gangs and a handful of wannabe robbers to finally reach her destination. The parking lot was tucked away behind a shining love hotel, brand new from the looks of it. Despite the building itself being new, no one parked their cars in the dilapidated lot littered with discarded garbage, with its cracked pavement and untamed weeds, choosing to park in the private garage of the love hotel instead. No matter. Sitting in the middle of the crumbling lot was her shining bike, still in pristine condition and her golden braided cord and bell still attached to the handle. The only thing tarnishing it was the goon sitting in the leather seat, his arms crossed and smirking.

“Hey asshole! You mind getting your filthy ass off my bike? I just got her back from maintenance and your grubby cheeks are tainting her.” Keeping her anger to a check, Yusa briskly made her way through the lot and toward the small group of suited thugs standing around her motorcycle. The smiling idiot took one look at her and paled. Yusa smirked when she saw him mouth the words “oh shit” upon her entrance, and to further add to the effect, she slipped out of her amethyst suit coat and rolled up the sleeves of the silk black button-up she wore underneath.

“Y-Yo! You think a little lady like you c-can stop us? Your boys look like they can’t even take us on! Yeah!” The goon sitting atop her bike stammered, trying to hold his composure as Yusa’s steps didn’t falter. “You better get your boys to hold ya back, or me and my boys are—“

“Are gonna what, hm? They look like they’re warming up the bench for you real nice over there,” Yusa grinned as she pointed to the wall behind her target. The poor guy was left all alone, abandoned by his friends who had their backs pressed into the corner like children caught stealing at the candy store. She caught a glimpse of one of the thugs dialing a number and talking to someone on his cell phone. Shit, better make this quick then. Before the thug on her bike could turn around to face her, Yusa had already grabbed him by his coat lapels and hurled him into the ground. The debris from the cracked pavement and shards of broken glass cut into his face, as made evident by the blood that sprinkled Yusa’s heeled boots. “This’ll be over fast, sugar.” She delivered heel kicks until the thug was able to stand, then flurries of punches collided with his face until his mug was nothing more than a bloody mess swaying in the light of a flickering streetlamp. As promised, she ended it quickly. Yusa sidestepped behind the goon and wrapped her arms around his wrists, and finished her assault with a suplex, hearing the satisfying crack of his skull against the pavement. She winced when some of the loose shards of stone and glass dug into her back, but no skin broke, luckily.

Serves you right, ass. Yusa left his unconscious form on the pavement as she lifted herself up, all the while dusting off the stray shards that stuck themselves into the fabric. Her work was done, bike recovered. Before she could ask the remaining gangsters whose clan they hailed from, a voice stopped her dead. That distinct accent…the new voice that filled the air made her spine tingle and mind go numb.

“Hey boys! So whadda we have here? Hm?”

His eyepatch. The proud stagger in his step. That damn smirk. She saw peeks of his white snakes from underneath his open snakeskin shirt. Her eyes filled with forming tears and she grit her teeth. For the first time that night she unsheathed her kodachi. Her heart was bursting; she didn’t know whether to be pissed off, upset, or joyous. The trifecta of emotions that overwhelmed her for twenty-two years overtook her in a matter of seconds as she charged at him in full force.

Also for the first time, in a very long time, she lost her proper Tokyo dialect and broke into her rough, almost cat-like Nagoya dialect. “GORO MAJIMA, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”

[streetkings-yusa]

Hayato 1/?

“See you soon, Yusa.” *Click* Hayato pocketed his cellphone and surveyed the damage within the Takenaga Clan office. It’s not much of a clan, per se, as she still doesn’t have a kid. He pushed the thought out of his head. Sure they spent time together for a short while, but even Hayato knew that Yusa’s heart was set on one man and like hell would she let anyone else father her child. Lucky bastard. He hated him even more for holding her heart. Still, despite that yakuza bastard being absent most of her life, Hayato was here by her side, even becoming yakuza himself. Great end for a guy who wanted to be a doctor, huh? At least I still deal with whiny shits in a hospital, right?

The damage was minimal, save a few broken figurines and a collapsed bookcase. The bookcase he could easily replace, but the figurines, whoo! They were antiques from the Meiji-jidai, and they were hard to come by. Hayato knew that Yusa would drain the poor bastards of every yen until their gang went bankrupt, and more. Not even Akiyama of Sky Finance could get them out of the red. Snorting, Hayato reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his emerald handkerchief.

“Tie ‘em up for the boss, Shinji,” Hayato spat while he wiped his knuckles clean of blood with his handkerchief. These bastards sure made a mess of things, and Yusa was very particular when it came to organization of her files. Loose sheets, both dealing with leverage on other clans and business forms from her boutique were strewn about the office, and no one knew which was which. Hayato grumbled as he ran his now blood-free fingers through his hair. “And get the boys started on cleaning up. If she sees shit everywhere, she’s gonna have a field day with us. It ain’t gonna be pretty.” At his command, the gang’s panic set in and they hurriedly picked up the scattered sheets and returned the bookshelf and fallen books to their rightful place. A handful of the juniors scrambled to a corner desk and laid out the sheets in order to sort them out, dropping piles of paper several times and cursing each other out in the process.

Hayato chuckled at his juniors. They’ve seen enough to know how scary their boss can be, moreso the fact that their boss is a woman who singlehandedly started her own clan and beat other gangs into submission to get to the top. She was a frightening girl, all right, one he was still in love with even after twenty years. Why else would he stay by her side?

Hayato turned his attention to the thugs tied up on the floor at his feet. Five young men broke into the office and attempted to raid the place of God knows what, and Hayato was napping in the lounge room unbeknownst to them. He’d heard the rustling of paper and thought nothing of it. What instantly roused him out of slumber was the crash that followed the overturning of the bookcase and shatters of the prized figurines. Hayato grabbed his brass knuckles and quietly opened the door, leaving it ajar. He watched and waited until their backs were turned behind her desk before he pounced and, more or less, beat the living shit out of them. The rest of the boys had just come back from a food run when Hayato finished up with the intruders and called Yusa. He grew worried at the slight tremble in her voice when she answered his call, but Hayato had more pressing matters at hand.

Well, speak of the fucking devil.

The front door swung open with a slam, and Hayato nearly doubled over at the sight of his boss. Yusa’s hair was tousled up, looking like a mess of milk tea upon her head and—what the hell—her black silk blouse was gone and replaced with a sandy snakeskin shirt, several times larger than her size. Her black lace bra was out for the world to see, and Hayato watched as one of the bound thugs popped a boner upon seeing her. Hayato recognized that gaudy shit of a shirt anywhere, and in his newfound anger, kicked the pervert with the pants tent so hard he thought he snapped wood. The kid started screaming, but like he gave a crap. “Boss,” Hayato hissed through gritted teeth. “These are the fucks that raided the place.”

Her steps were almost catlike as she sauntered over to the boys. She unsheathed one of her ornate kodachi and pressed the blade against boner boy’s neck. The kid wasn’t having a good day at all, he thought, but that’s his problem. “So, you little fucker, why are you here, hm?”

“I-I heard,” the boy stammered through choked sobs as he curled into the fetal position. Hayato didn’t even feel bad for what he did, the guy might not even be able to jack off to porn again. Such a sad future.

“You heard what, hm?”

“I h-heard th-that you dealt with b-black market shit and-and-and that was how y-you made all your d-dough.” The kid was in so much pain, and upon his revelation, Yusa couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re a fuckin’ riot, kid! Tell me, who’s your boss?”

“M-Me. I r-run the K-Kamuroch-cho Blasters.”

Hayato was dumbfounded. This brat is a gang leader? He was nothing more that street trash. He watched Yusa cackle as she kicked all of the bound Blasters in the gut and face. “You guys are fuckin’ hilarious! You’d punks better repay me for all the damages or you won’t even live to watch another AV flick, got me?” The gang leader nodded through his tears as Yusa took her kodachi and cut all five boys loose. “You guys got two days to fork up the money and not a yen less.” The Blasters whimpered as they stumbled out the door, the crashing clang of one boy tripping and rolling down the steel staircase bringing a smile to Hayato’s face.

“Thanks for the cleanup, Hayato-kun. Little shits aren’t gonna mess with us again from now on.” Yusa grinned as she closed the door behind her. Hayato nodded in response, but seeing Majima’s shirt upon her shoulders, bare-chested, and eyes puffy boiled his blood.

“Why the fuck do you have the damn Mad Dog’s shirt on for? He do something to you?” I thought I told him to stay the fuck away from you, Yusa. Even after twenty-two years, even after he and Yusa spent nights together, her heart was still with Majima and he couldn’t fucking stand it.