#majimakun

[bellsliturgy]

"kiryu-san! are the three majimakuns your boyfriends? how wonderful!"

[mjm5655]

"happy birthday, majimakun!" here's reijiro with a cake of majima's favorite flavors!! it's got a hannya mask decorated with icing and, instead of fifty-nine candles, it's got 'you're old~!!www' written on it under the mask, "i made it myself for you. i hope you and your boys enjoy it!"

birthday asks // accepting ! // @bellsliturgy

❝ damn, ya made this fer me n' the boys ? ❞

majima took a taste of the cake, surprised, it had his favourite flavours for a cake within, not too sweet, a bit sour ... how did the other know ? he was a doctor that majima kind of frequented over the years ... one of the few doctors he would trust to keep things a secret between them ; even if they had a rocky start.

❝ also, kid, ya gettin' old too, y'know, but ya can join me n' my boys t'night if ya wanna. ❞

[ziweitanmma]

The dynamic beautiful fighting art of mangaka Makoto Niwano for Jinnairyū Jyūjyutsu Butouden Majimakun Suttobasu!! When I was younger, a lot of influences drove me towards taking up martial arts. From movies to tv shows and even manga. I have to say this is one of the two influential manga that make me take up martial arts. The other is Kenji 拳児, written by Ryuchi Matsuda and illustrated by Yoshihide Fujiwara

[bellsliturgy]

@zankokukami: ❝ do you remember me ? ❞ for reijiro !

reijiro was just about to leave, packing up his bags and slinging them over his shoulder, with one hand hoisting up the carrier holding both kumo and yoru, and the other clasping an umbrella to shield from the admittedly light rain. he was in the process of locking the door to the clinic when the one-eyed man approached, and reijiro's face glowed with delighted surprise.

"oh, how can i forget that roguishly handsome face?" he offers a cheeky grin, but the words come with a genuine sweetness, "it's good to see you again, majimakun. to what do i owe the pleasure of your approach? wait, you're not injured again, are you? been avoiding letting your boys' knives stick you like a pincushion, i hope?"

on the ground, yoru and kumo let out meows that pull him briefly from the distraction, and he picks up the carrier with them both inside, "alright, alright, sorry." he extends his other arm, holding the umbrella over the other man in addition to himself. he's quick to return to a teasing tone, "if you're hurt, i can open back up. or are you here simply for my doubtlessly irresistible company?"

[bellsliturgy]

it had been a while since he got himself nearly knocked out, head spinning, vision blurry--seeing double and then some. he had only but a moment to enjoy the aroma of cigarette smoke, the rattling pound of his skull against the door behind him echoing through his brain to his forehead in waves. he wonders, perhaps, the neighbors will file a noise complaint. wouldn't that be a treat? cops would come (maybe) and interrupt their little dance, majimakun resembling a porcupine with scalpels sticking out of him while he himself sported two black eyes and probably a broken arm. what's that, officer? you're receiving calls reporting strange noises and screams? no... couldn't be us!

"never heard of you," the words spilled from him as a sputtering creek over a steep cliff. his throat hadn't quite been sealed shut, though it was close--he could still breathe ragged breaths sucked in tight through his teeth. one hand went to the man's wrist while the other reached for his scalpel. he may not have been allowed to own a piece, but a surgeon was nothing if not armed with sharp objects. he grits his teeth.

"no... no, that's a lie. there was word of some beast dumped into shimano's favorite toy box for a year some decade or so back... dug itself back out. that was you, huh? the beast that had the misfortune to survive and went mad for his trouble. you have my... condolences," he grips the scalpel in his free hand, but makes no move to plunge it forward, "i've only ever seen a couple boys make it out of that place alive... the ones i was allowed to see. before biting it shortly after. infection usually takes them... too far gone to pull back from the brink. you can never forget the smell. some of the worst i've seen in my time serving the kazama family."

reijiro shifts to make his breathing easier, his scalpel at the ready should the mad dog decide to take his throat, "why, though...? why survive? why push and crawl through the endless trench of shit and muck? not to mention staying in service to the man who did this to you?" reijiro's earlier veneer of playful antagonism had wafted away. but it's not sadness that replaces it, "what's the purpose behind your madness, majimakun? why not grant yourself a mercy and die in that hole while you had a chance to leave this bullshit life behind?"

fair enough. it was a clinic after all, one would be expected to not smoke in here by default, but that didn't matter to majima. he was stuck in here, caged even ; he hated it. regardless of what he was told, he continued to smoke his cigarette, he would even light up another once this one was done. the doctor just wasn't threatening enough for him to give a fuck.

really ? that was hard to believe, considering majima had the telltale signs of a yakuza. eyepatch, overly flashy fashion sense ... though, maybe too flashy for a yakuza by the way this guy is going ? surely, he's saw his irezumi ? it is there, in clear sight. he doesn't need a pin to prove that, but he guessed, if the other wanted to see his pin, he could show it ; it was within his pocket. majima didn't care for poking holes in his snakeskin jacket ; it cost far too much for him to want to do that.

❝ i can show ya my pin if ya want ... i just don't understand what it is to ya, would ya even know the family if i showed ya it ? ❞

the shimano pin wasn't exactly like others, there was no name imprinted on it to say whose family it was, just a logo of sorts. majima knew the shimano family wasn't well liked in these parts. they had harmed many, majima was the captain of it, right under the boss in terms of rank. he was even starting his own family soon, but had not figured out a decent pin design yet for it, besides, it was really only a subsidiary family at this point.

❝ yea, n' nah, pretty certain it was an accident, he was aimin' to kill a dude that i 'sider as mine, n' mine only to kill, so obviously, i wasn't gonna let him do that, n' i would put him in his fuckin' place if ya would let me the fuck out o' here ! ❞

man, this dude was driving his patience something shocking, if it weren't for him being injured as he was, he would have been punching this dude's face in. & maybe he would want to do that as the other started to comment on his cigarette, even daring to remove it from majima's lips ... if expressions could kill, majima's could kill right now.

the fuck did this dude think he is ?

insulting majima's taste in cigarettes as he placed it back into majima's mouth, but it didn't stay there as majima allowed it to fall ; not interested in it anymore after some fucker just went & put their saliva all over it. majima stood up suddenly, winching in pain a bit, but that didn't stop him as he caught the other by their throat, & pushed him right into the door, holding him in place ; he didn't have his tanto on him, so he was quite lucky, but majima could kill with his bare hands if he so wished to.

❝ do ya have any idea at all who i am ? lemme help ya with that ... ❞

he went closer, speaking into the doctor's ears, his voice low, & threatening.

❝ ... i'm the mad dog o' shimano ... majima goro. ❞

@bellsliturgy