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coffeegeck · 2 years ago

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The Glory of Yakuza 0's Tsukasa Sagawa

WARNING! Spoilers for Yakuza 0 (and potentially some of Majima's story in general) ahead.

I've played Yakuza 0 three times now, each time getting pretty close to the sweet, sweet 100% completion point — I say close to, because I:

• Cannot beat Jo and So Amon

• Refuse to finish the Teltel Dating and Cabaret Training

• Refuse to finish every gambling achievement (seriously, I do NOT know how to play Shoji.)

But, despite the excellent gameplay and graphics, of which is some of, if not the BEST in the whole franchise thus far, there's one thing that endlessly sticks out to me.

The story.

The story of two ex-yakuza paving their own paths in life, never meeting yet influencing each other's journeys as their end goal is—

. . . the seizure of a small, insignificant plot of land in the middle of the Kamuro-cho Shopping District, titled 'The Empty Lot'. Many would think that such a small piece of land would mean barely anything to anyone, especially the prestigious yakuza of the Tojo Clan, and yet you'd be wrong.

It's extremely difficult to find an entry into Kamuro-cho's business areas, and with the Empty Lot being practically the only free plot of land available, even the various scum and yakuza that litter 1980's Japan are gunning for this tiny piece of empty land.

Cue Chapter 3, where players finally see this prequel's (and the franchise's first chronological) debut of the Not-yet-Mad Dog of Shimano, the Lord of the Night, the punished one-eye wonder:

Goro Majima.

Prior to Yakuza 0, Majima and his sworn brother, Saejima, planned to eliminate a member of a rival group, the Ueno Seiwa, with some advice given to them by "friends" in their family. However, it turns out that the whole thing was a sting, and Saejima unknowingly marches into the lion's den, earning his nickname "18-Count Saejima" before he's arrested and sent to Death Row.

As for Majima, before he can even rush downtown to his kyoudai's side, he's restrained and tortured for disobeying orders to NOT try to help Saejima. During this time, a tanto blade is taken to his eye and Majima gains a reason to wear an eyepatch. Owch.

He's sentenced to a year in the worst place any Tojo Clan yakuza can imagine: The Hole. A dark, isolated chamber in which the victim is forced to be tortured and survives solely on scraps of food. Majima's patriarch, Futoshi Shimano, even comes in every now and again to belittle his poor lost pup of a scorned yakuza.

Though, even after surviving a whole year in The Hole, Majima's punishment is not up yet. He's been exiled from the Shimano Family, and is desperate to return (because loyalty is everything to Majima). Furthermore, he's under city-arrest, unable to leave the city of Sotenbori, Osaka. To rejoin the yakuza, his goal is to accrue ¥100,000,000. How?

Well, thanks to the topic of today's post, Shimano's sworn brother, Tsukasa Sagawa, offers Majima a chance: The Cabaret Grand, the single largest cabaret in all of Sotenbori, Osaka, once a dump that Majima takes the opportunity to turn into a national monument to the debaucherous nights of Japan.

Throughout Majima's endeavours to regain his spot in the Shimano Family, Sagawa watches over the 'Lord of the Night' and keeps him in check like a cruel manager over their anxious employee, ensuring that the one-eyed wonder never strays too far from his job.

Hell, Sagawa even hires homeless civilians to stalk and leer over Majima's dismally quiet home whenever he's not working, juuust in case.

Though, eventually, as most players of Yakuza 0 know, Sagawa informs the bird we know as Majima that, to escape his gilded cage of Sotenbori, he must commit murder. It's a twist that even Majima is stunned by, and one that Sagawa seems nonchalant about.

Sagawa's smugness throughout all of Yakuza 0 is something to behold; from his first appearance in the guise of a cabaret patron at the Grand to when he's suffocating Majima in a dingy bathroom on the side of a random street, the developers made us KNOW that he was an asshole and was going to be the grinning thorn in Majima's side.

Constantly does the player find themselves bewildered by how calm and collected, how smug and confident Sagawa seems at all times, and yet there are points in which we as the player see this façade slip.

Eventually, at Wen Hai Lee's death, of which was orchestrated by Sagawa via car ignition bomb, the way he talks to Majima is... still, smug. The line "You are just the worst, buddy..." that oozes from Sagawa's mouth as he's about to pull the damn trigger onto Majima's dome is said with a soft, yet seemingly reluctant smile.

Sagawa, deep down, knows that Majima is doing the right thing by protecting Makoto Makimura, who he then learns is nought more than an innocent blind girl. And, even then, what can he do but obey orders?

Though Sagawa and Shimano are oath-brothers, Shimano clearly wears the pants in this fraternal friendship, as Sagawa clearly harbours disgust and reluctance to the big bald bastard. In a way, Sagawa is in a similar seat to Majima; under strict orders from a higher-up, and forced to do their dirty work to uphold a bargain. Of course, Sagawa's gilded cage is much larger, and he's got a hell of a lot more control, but he's still caged nonetheless.

I always saw Sagawa as a rat. Not a traitor kind of rat, but... a rat. He's a bottom-feeder, he's cunning, and despite the fact that he orchestrates plans, he isn't afraid to go out into the field and get his hands dirty. It makes him stand out from the other general commanding goons we see in Yakuza; he's not just some old guy in a suit, he's got some good titles under his belt.

The story about Sagawa's pet bird, Mametaro, is a sick tale, and yet it's a cute (but bloody) homage to how Majima's tale evolves:

Sagawa, in his younger years, found a sickly sparrow he named Mametaro, and took home to nurture. Now, Sagawa's parents were very adamant that the only pet in the house could be their cat, because they deemed Sagawa unworthy of caring for a pet. Sagawa cared for Mametaro regardless, nursing the bird back to health. But, when his parents found out, they fed Mametaro to the cat, right in front of Sagawa's poor eyes. In revenge, Sagawa kills his parents' cat...

... much like how Majima finds the blind, traumatized Makoto and tries to hide her from the Tojo, but in the end, Makoto is found out and her life is put in danger. To save her, Majima throws away his old lifestyle and, as Nishitani says, forges his own path to save Makoto, attacking his "cat" that is the yakuza.

Of course, the stories are different, but Sagawa is a bank of humanity; he cared for Mametaro, he cared for Majima, and, although it's against his job, he cared for Makoto.

It's even Sagawa that gives Majima his nickname of the "Mad Dog of Shimano", stating that the ex-yakuza (who, at this point, has thrown away almost all of his morality and doesn't give a shit) has "the eye of a mad dog!". It's shocking that this guy is the one that lights the spark for Majima's moniker.

Hell, by the end of the game, when Majima returns to Shimano, he finds Sagawa outside the baldy's meeting room, eyes teared up as he puffs away at a cigarette; in the meeting, Shimano's having a chat with the head of the prestigious Omi Alliance. Majima tells him about the Empty Lot, and Sagawa knows one thing:

Shimano is going to do something that will get someone killed. Hell, he even says to Majima that the two had a "wild ride", like a guy who sees doom approaching. Sure, Majima has a gun too, and Sagawa probably thinks that he's gonna off his oath-brother, but...

To everybody's shock (hell, even me, when I saw this scene for the first time), Shimano offs the Omi Alliance head. This, as Sagawa knows, spells nothing but bad news, and we find out later that it does — guess those tears weren't a crocodile's.

By the end, of which there's a small timeskip, Majima admits that Sagawa has, indeed, brought him on a wild ride, and this is also the first time we see Majima fully clothed as the Mad Dog of Shimano, even having sliced off his sick ponytail, poor thing.

Sagawa knows that the Omi Alliance are coming to take what's owed, but does he trouble Majima with that?

No. No, he lets the now-Shimano Family Captain go, watching Majima walk away with a smile, to let the hounds loose so he can be crazier than everybody else.

A shame that Majima never gets to see Sagawa again.

Hell, even as a gun is pointed to his face and death is imminent, Sagawa is still able to stand proud and stare down the barrel, uttering one last poetic, sarcastic quip before his unfortunate demise. It was undeserved: Sagawa dies for something that Shimano caused, the trope of oath-brothers paying for each other's crimes proving to be a staple throughout the Yakuza series.

So, this begs the question: is Sagawa the misunderstood legend of Goro Majima's story, or just a cornered rat that was, as I said, a thorn in Majima's side?

Personally, the former. Sagawa was selfless, and never let people down. He followed orders, caused chaos in the name of progress, and in the end, reconciled before his death.

As for your thoughts? Hey, I'll let you decide what you think.

#yakuza 0 #tsukasa sagawa #yakuza #majima goro

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princessartseyrandomness · 2 years ago

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The small lore n stuff I got on my The Stanley Parable Sona

Employee 333 or Telephone (Telly/Teltel for short) was a side experiment, she had an office and her job was making and managing calls. They wanted to see how much ringing it would take to drive a person go mad but it didn't work, sure she got annoyed but meh however when the Parable happened things changed.

She has a phone with a cable always on her and it slinks a bit around her arms like a boa though where the holder should be the cable seems to just end being a little transparent.

Her voice always sounds like she's on a telephone, she can kinda float and mostly gets free wander when Stanley isn't in the area.

She can encounter Stanley if he gets all phone calls then stays in the lounge for 2 hours, she'll come in and purplex the two as another being is there.

Telly is short being 5'2 (when on ground) she has autism and will stim (I hc Stanley has autism so they both vibe together) also she will take naps in the Zen room.

#oc #originalcharacter #original character #dona #thestanleyparable #the stanley parable #thestanleyparableoriginalcharacter #thestanleyparableoc #thestanleyparablesona #the stanley parable original character #the stanley parable oc #the stanley parable sona

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kulemii · 3 years ago

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Yakuza 0 // Teltel Boys Club // Successful Dates

The Cute Hook-Up

Riku

#yakuza 0 #kiryu kazuma #kazuma kiryu #kulemiisplay

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koutawoo · 4 years ago

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Claw Tsum Bokkun Matsumatsu Mika Hi-chan Crispy Oin-kun Cow God Yakkun Blueberry Zuzu Sweet kanoka Teltel Mr. Tanaka . tysm Google _cognizant anon

close enough 🥱 ‘tis what my japanese professor be seeing when i’m writing my essay exams

#I PERSONALLY LIKE my oinkkun nickname for oikawa #call him oinkawa too 🥰#cognizant anon san 💛#kouta babbles

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telaviv-delhi · 5 years ago

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Faszgyöngyözés Irakban

Kövér ember ne rohangáljon a forró sivatagban - mondta a benne lakó realista nyárspolgár, ezért inkább a sokkal jobban jövedelmező péniszgyöngyöző hivatást választotta

Roli ket csipeszt csiptetett a fūlcimpájára, oszt jajveszékelni kezdett: jaj, jaj, jajdefáj.

- Miért jajgatsz, Rolicsek? -kérdeztem a jajgató embert, aki ruhacsipeszeket csíptetett a füleire.

- Mert kurvára fáj, jajajajjaj! - ezt válaszolta a fūlcsiptetős cimborám.

- Ha kurvára fáj, akkor mi a fasznak csiptetsz csipeszeket a fūlcimpádra? - értetlenkedtem.

- Hogy fájjon.

Roli aka Rolicsél aka Soricsél (Egérke) 2 méter magas, szép szál erdélyi legény, emiatt Soricsélnak szigorúan csak a háta mögött nevezzük, pedig módfelett békés fickónak számít. Méretei ellenére a magyarok karakter alapfelszerelésének számító zsidó világösszeesküvés mellett a Világvégétől is retteg, egzisztenciális rettegését alkohollal és fegyvergyűjtéssel igyekezett kúrálni, kétes sikerrel. 50 darabos szúró, vágó, dobó, nyúzó, belező késgyűjteménye mellett számszeríjakat, gumilővedékes fegyvereket stb. is gyűjtött, valahol a legalitás határán. De ahogyan az ősi sumér-magyar közmondás tartja: miért csak a katonáké legyen az élvezet? Fegyvert mindenkinek!!!! Oszt még ott voltak Rolinak a náci relikviái, Wermacht és SS sisakok, csatok, övek, érdemjelek, fémkereső detektorral, szorgosan járta a budai hegyeket és nem sikertelenül, de már megint a legalitás homályzónájában tévelygek. Egyszer fontolóra vette egy SS tábornoki egyenruha beszerzését, Made in China, de nem talált a neten a méretének megfelelőt. Régi sérelme volt, hogy a horogkeresztes zászlaját a mélyen vallásos felesége nem engedte a falra kitűzni, háziterror, az erőszak része a rendszernek, elnyomnak, elnyomnak, látjátok, elnyomnak!

Mint már említettem, hogy a fegyverek mellett az alkoholt is roppant módon kedvelte, abból is az Áltorá márkát, melynek magyar fordítása: a Másoké. Kedvenc trükkje a “dobjuk össze a pénzt egy üveg vodkára” volt, de persze ezt csak a nagyon hülyéknek lehetett elsütni kétszer, mert Rolicsél képes volt a fél üveget egy slukkra bedönteni az örökké szárazon tátongó, feneketlen, ótvar nagy ólajtó gigájába. Egy időben együtt ródkodtunk Németországban, Roli álmai földjén (Dajcsland, Dajcsland über alles, pfúj, euró, pfújpfúj, feláldozták azt a drága jó német márkát, hogy a sékeldollár erősödjön), oszt egy időben éjszakai őrként szolgáltunk egy teniszturné helyszínén, ahol a feladataink körébe tartozott, hogy megakadályozzuk a részegeket a szökőkútba vizelésben, neadjisten befekvésben, valamint nekünk kellett őrizni a rendezvény repipiakészletét…. Hej, azok voltak a daliás idők, reggelre már annyira fénysikeresek voltunk, hogy hazafelé menet lábon elszunyáltam egy zebránál, oszt arra a kényelmetlen érzésre tértem magamhoz, hogy nagyon sok ember bámul: egy tekintélyes kocsisor várta, hogy méltóztassak már áthaladni a zebrán. Tiszteletem a gyalogosbaráttá idomított német sofőröknek… hej, ezek lennének a WW2 tigrispáncélos bunkói? Braunschweigbsn közösen vásároltunk a helyi szexshopban, én vittem a félénk Rollert a rosszba, ő felbátorodva mindenféle szexi női ruhaneműt a nejének, én meg egy XXL műbránert az aktuálisnak, az eladó csajszi vörös fejjel próbálta kuncogását visszafogni a gastarbeiter párocskát látva…. Aztán az a felejthetetlen, közös Halloween Skóciában, szállás, munka és pénz nélkül… hagymás szalonnázás a luttoni reptéren... Írország.. hagyjuk.

Menjünk inkább Irakba. Én éppen egy háromnapos, rövid, de viharos belga szakácskarrieren voltam túl, ami meglehetősen lehangolt. Szakácsnak kiadva magam elhelyezkedtem vega reggeliztetőnek egy négycsillagos szállodában, valahol el kell kezdeni. Tulajdonképpen nem hazudtam az interjún, csak éppen nem fejtettem ki a valóság minden aspektusát: valóban dolgoztam vegán étteremben. Mosogatóként. És szerettem volna továbblépni, tekintetem magasra emeltem, ezért titokban nagyszerű fotókat készítettem az ott készült kajákról, amiket aztán az életrajzomhoz mellékeltem. A szálloda konyháján szembesültem azzal, hogy 70 ember etetése talán meghaladja hobbiszakácsi képességeimet, de végül a kegyelemdöfést a gyújtogatásra való hajlamom adta, kétszer is kigyulladt a konyha, az a fránya sütőolaj, basszameg, kerékbetört karrier, lapát, önsajnálat.

Ekkor környékezet meg Roli, a Sátán, a Kisértő. Szóval menjünk Irakba.

- Annyira nem vagyok készen, hogy szétlövessem a seggem az amerikai imperialistákért - válaszoltam. - Inkább drogozni fogok, az lényegesen kellemesebb időtöltés, mint halottnak lenni.

- Jó a fizú - így Roli, akit megszédítettek az olajdollárok.

- Sohasem ártottak nekem azok az iraki lúzerek - mondtam eltökélten. - Ráadásul biciklivel közlekedek, nem kell nekem olaj. És beszari gyáva vagyok - tettem hozzá, az igazságnak megfelelően.

Utóbbi hatott. Én maradtam a Hanyatló Nyugaton, Roli ment a napfelkeltébe. Éppen örökölt egy lakást, úgyhogy a napi megélhetési gondoktól és a családjától megszabadulva kalandtúrára indult, dreams come true. Roli mindig katonai pályáról ábrándozott, ezért eladta a seggét az amerikai hadseregnek, egyelőre szemetesnek, egy katonai támaszpontra, minden kezdet nehéz. Titokban remélte, hogy itt majd sikerül fegyveres zsoldosként elhelyezkednie, de aztán szóba elegyedett néhánnyal a tábor étkezdéjében (ahova a zsoldosok az amerikai katonáktól eltérően nem vihették be a fegyvereiket, oh, Balkán és Oroszország söpredéke) és azok barátságosan felvilágosították, hogy szívesen várják a katonaviselt jelentkezőket, de azért tudni kell, hogy a zsoldosok veszteségaránya 50 procent fölötti, olyan “munkákat” bíznak rájuk, amit már az amerikai hadsereg sem vállal el. Ezt hallva Roli vitézül úgy döntött, hogy elég kihívás neki a kukásautóba dobálni a szemeteszsákokat, ráadásul a korlátlan fogyasztású kantinban 140 kilósra hízott, sohasem bírt az édességeknek ellenállni, a szeszt is csoki kisérővel ette annó. Kövér ember ne rohangáljon a forró sivatagban - mondta a benne lakó realista nyárspolgár, ezért inkább a sokkal jobban jövedelmező péniszgyöngyöző hivatást választotta, mikor az előző Péniszmester szerződése lejártakor hazautazott és Roli jó érzékkel felfedezte a piaci rést. A Péniszgyöngyöző, mint nevéből kitalálhatü, péniszgolyó-beültetéssel foglalkozott, Roli néhány youtube oktató videó megnézésével szerzett elméleti szaktudást a pályához. Gyakorlatot szerezni ott voltak a helyi székely és román vendégmunkások, akiknek körében egyfajta kollektív pszichózisként terjedt ez az enyhén homerotikus hangulatú, de teljesen beteg jakuza-divat. De míg a sitten sínylödő kisfaszú, ám megfontolt japán gengszterek évente egy gyöngyöt raktak a faszukba, addig a fetisiszta székelyek havonta egyet, csengett a kasszagép. Műanyag fogkefe nyeléből készített golyókat ültettek a pénisz bőrének alá, majd a szexuális frusztrációtól szenvedő kanok közösen fantáziálgattak a hazatérésük utáni hatalmas kefélésektől, amelyek aktusokban a feltuningolt fasz volt hivatott a kiszemelt nőstényt az ájulásos orgazmusig juttatni. De állítólag recskázás is jobb tőle. Fene ismeri a japán vagy székely nők szexuális fantáziáit, egy felgyöngyözött fasz leginkább egy Lynch vagy Jodorovsky rendezte bélyeges horrorpornóra hajazott, egy shokushu goukan bad tripre…. de az legyen a székelyek problémája, mikor a lidércnyomásosan gusztustalan, fantazmagoria, visszeres faszt meglátva a nők sikoltozva elrohannak.

Roli több lábon állt, mint Milo a 22-es csapdájában, pénzért bármit, faszokat fogdosott, a szemétben is guberált, sőt még a szeszkészítéssel is megpróbálkozott, pedig az igencsak kockázatos tevékenységnek számított egy katonai táboron belül. Az ugandai sofőrök által csempészett, drága szeszek olyan pocsék minőségűek voltak, hogy Roller csak Iraki Válaszcsapásnak nevezte őket, Száddám Husszein Megkerült Vegyifegyvere, Dzsihád a Májra, Bosszú Mindenért Büntető Kamattal. A szaga a higítóra, a hatása a waterbordingra hajazott, talán maga a helyi Soros, Oszama bin Laden kotyvasztotta, egyenest a Sátán Konyháján. Roli megkísérelt a 100%-os gyümölcslevekből alkoholt készíteni, igény volt rá, de a sivatagi forróság ellenére nem akartak megbuggyanni, kurvatartosítószerek. Mindenesetre egy próbát megért, Roli elszánt volt, szorgosan küldözgette a pénzt a családjának, saját lakásról ábrándozott, hiszen az örökölt pénz és a saját keresete elérhető közelségbe hozta az álmot.

De Rolicseknek kellett a pénz, álma volt, házat akart venni a családnak.

Így teltel Roli napjai Irakban, többnyire eseménytelenül. Állandóan helikopterek járőröztek a tábor fölött, de ennek ellenére néha egy-egy mesterlövész becélzott a táborba, tisztekre vadásztak, ezért tilossá tették a közkatonák számára a tisztelgést. Néha rakéta érkezett, de azt elintézték a Patriotok. Néha összeverekedtek a székelyek a románokkal. Románok a románokkal. Székelyek a székelyekkel. Ezeket a balhékat igyekeztek a sértettek is eltitkolni, mert pénzbüntetéssel, esetleg hazaküldéssel jártak az ilyen szabadidős tevékenységek és a pénz erősebb a sovinizmusnál. A legsúlyosabb esemény egy rövidzárlat volt, mely miatt a konténerszállások légkondijai leálltak, nah, az hőguta meg halálközeli élmény volt. Előfordult homokvihar, egyszer meg eső. Szépen csillogtak esténként a csillagok a sivatagban.

De ez a történet is happy end nélkül végződik.

Elrepült a hat hónap, Rolicsek hazaszállt a családhoz, ahol a neje pironkodva bevallotta, hogy van egy kis probléma a pénzzel, kiadta a vallási közösség egyik pénzügyi zsenijének, aki havi 10 százalékos kamatot fizetett, igen, a fizetésed is, jól éltünk, de a fickó már két hónapja eltűnt.

#magyarok irakban #iraq #irak

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yourmomswallet · 5 years ago

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Call Girl

I’m reuploading all my stuff. I haven’t written fanfiction in about 6 years, give or take, so Kiryu might be OOC. Not beta read. Here’s my AO3 in case you’d rather read there. Enjoy!

The afternoon sun was blocked out by the shadows of the many buildings of the block, leading wandering eyes to the flashing, marque like lights of Teltel Boys Club. Information on posters surrounded the entrance, listing the building’s phone number and prices. Kiryu walked up the street, determined to get in the telephone club as soon as possible. The pedestrians of Senryo Ave. strolled through past Kiryu, paying no attention to his presence in the seedy location. Triggering the automatic double doors and walking in, the clerk behind the counter greets him warmly.

“Welcome to Teltel Boys Club! Brighten up your day chatting with fun young ladies!” The clerk bows slightly and continues speaking. “We have several deals tailored to your needs!”

The charts behind the clerk are the same as the ones posted on the windows, with the longest course being 3 000 yen and the shortest 1 000 yen, simple chump change for what Kiryu makes.

“The longest course, please,” Kiryu politely orders whilst avoiding eye contact with the man. The clerk still has a friendly smile upon his face as Kiryu orders and tells him how much he owes. His rough hands pull out his wallet and slide the money on the counter, over to the clerk. As Kiryu slips the wallet back into his back pocket, the clerk places the money into the cash register and looks back up to him.

“I’ll show you to your booth. Fingers crossed you meet someone special!” cheers the clerk.

The two men walk into the cramped hallway to a door with a three on it. As they pass by the other booths, Kiryu can hear the many different voices, further fueling his nervousness. The clerk opens the door for Kiryu and wishes him luck. He thanks him and walks into the room. Closing the door, Kiryu takes a deep breath and pulls out the chair to sit down in the small booth. He looks around the wooden table, noticing the paper pad and pencil, as well as an ashtray and, surprisingly, a tissue box.

“... Let’s do this!” Kiryu tries to encourage himself whilst he focused his gaze on the now ringing telephone.

“The karaoke bar was a few blocks down! Where are you taking me?” you question Bianka as she drags you arm in arm down the street.

“Don’t sweat it, honey. Have I ever led you astray?” She rolls her eyes while you look back towards the bar. As you’re about to answer her rhetorical question, she interrupts it.

“Don’t answer that, alright? You know what I meant,” she defends herself, putting up her hand to your face.

Yabuta Bianka, or more known in the office as the busy body. As soon as she met you, you both became connected at the hip, despite not being in the same department. With your great listening skills and her big mouth, it was the perfect beginning for friendship. Walking what she describes as miles to reach your desk became a daily routine, delivering a small snack to share over the latest office scandal while there. It wasn't too long until the two of you were known as the inseparable office twosome.

The last thing you wanted to do was walk miles in your work clothes right after work to get to a mystery destination. Bianka always had her ways of entangling you into her little schemes. As you were guided down the street, your mind could only wonder what exactly she had in store for you. Over the last few weeks, she has been constantly asking about your romantic life. Too many times she had changed the subject to your love life for it to be surface level curiosity. You were always the hard working, quiet person in the workplace, making it difficult to bring about friendships even in your own department. Bianka became worried that your constant working hindered possible close relationships that could be made. In her mind, if you wouldn’t accept one of the employees as a future candidate for significant other, you would need to traverse outside the office. As the only friend she knew you had, she felt it was her obligation to help guide you to someone. And that was exactly what she had planned in the guise of going to the karaoke bar as you two had agreed upon.

You are led by friend into club, unwilling to enter. Your eyes widened as they land on a flashing sign, right above where Bianka had planned on taking you. A terekura.

“No! Absolutely not! You know how I feel about talking to strangers!”

Making a scene while being dragged into a place like a telephone club was not how you imagined your afternoon going. You protest that you both turn back to the bar, offering to even pay for whatever drinks she’d like just so you wouldn’t have to go through with her plan. Much to your demise, she was dead set upon making you meet someone. Bianka was strong enough to drag you towards the automatic doors and push you in. You despised her for dragging you to a terekura without your knowledge. You knew this visit wasn’t for her, considering how she always messaged her girlfriend when she wasn’t working.

“This will be good for you! Trust me! I know how much you’d like a sweetheart to sing karaoke with that isn’t me and go on cute dates with. I get it. I once was a loner, too.” Bianka offered a smile to the clerk behind the counter that welcomes you both.

“I would like the five-minute option, please! For her!” Bianka pulls you closely beside her as she reaches into her purse for her wallet.

“Don’t waste money on this terrible idea! Plus, where are you supposed to go? You have a girlfriend! What would she think if word traveled?” You stammer while she gives the money to the clerk. The older woman told you to follow her to a booth.

“Oh relax. I told Nanka about my plan. I’m going to wait in the lobby for you. And if you come out with no connections, I’ll just pay for another session. Have fun!” She was steadfast on making sure you would meet someone. She pushed you towards the direction the clerk was walking and you had no choice but to follow. The prospect of wasting Bianka’s money and the clerk’s time wasn’t appealing.

“This is your booth, miss. You have five minutes to make a connection. You can do this,” the older lady cheers you on. She must have assumed you were having trouble from what she overheard when you walked in. She begins to walk back to the desk.

“Th-thank you, ma’am.” You turned your head from the door back to Bianka, peering over the clerk to see her waving at you cheekily. Knowing her, by the time you left, the clerk would know everything about you and your love life.

Taking a deep breath, you finally shuffle into the booth and close the door.

You reluctantly sit down and mentally prep yourself, just wishing to just go home. Curse Bianka and her scheming. You knew you shouldn’t have agreed to go with her, even your horoscope warned you, even if it was the vaguest thing you read all day. What you wouldn’t do to just go to your apartment and treat yourself on this Friday afternoon. But you had to make this experience worth your time and Bianka’s money. You wouldn’t get another opportunity like this to make a friend.

Knowing Bianka only wanted the best for you, you dialed the first number you saw. You felt the beginnings of a stomach ache because of your nerves. Rubbing your fingers on your palm made you realize how clammy you were by just talking to someone over the phone. Your hand rubs against your leg to get rid of the moisture on it.

‘Relax. This is just like making a dental appointment, except it’s got nothing to do with your teeth.’ You try to calm yourself down while the other side is ringing. Suddenly, someone picks up.

Kiryu hesitates to interrupt the woman babbling on about her ex-boyfriend. Eventually, he puts the phone back on its receiver. He sighs and wonders if this idea wasn’t well thought out. The thought of anyone finding a real connection here is little to none. From what seems like desperate sex addicts trying to find a fix to somewhat unenthused, one-word responders, finding someone with an interest to have a conversation was quite difficult.

His watch told him his five minutes were almost up, meaning he would either have to pay for another session or leave without speaking to anyone worthwhile. He didn’t want to give up right then and there, though. This might be the last chance he’d get to meet someone before any serious future events occur.

‘I’m able to pick up one more call. Maybe I can try again-’

*RING RING*

His thoughts are interrupted by the phone. Surprised by the rings, he rips the phone off the receiver with such finesse and fervor it would give an onlooker whiplash. He answers, holding the phone to his ear.

“Moshi moshi?”

You find yourself unable to answer after hearing the deep voice greet you. A strong feeling of panic storms over your body, forcing your throat to close up and restrict words from being said. Your mouth opens and closes in an attempt to say something, only to be met with silence.

“Hello? Are you there?”

“Yes! I-I mean yes. Yes, I’m here. Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” You lightly tap your cheek a few times. You wonder if he can sense your nervousness.

“Ah, don’t worry about it. This whole thing is new to me, too.”

“So, what are you here for, then? Love? A quick fuck?” You cringe at your bluntness, cursing your nerves for making you sound so harsh. He chuckles lightly.

“I’m not here for sex. I’m not sure what exactly I want, but I think I made the wrong decision coming here.” He sounded a bit discouraged.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, my friend forced me into this. She thinks I need a significant other, but I think I’m in an alright spot. I work an office job, I have friends, and I’m happy. I just don’t understand what she wants from me.” You realize you’re rambling too much in the small amount of time allowed.

“S-Sorry, I tend to, uh, ramble when I’m nervous. Please, what about you?”

“Well, since we’re on the subject of work, I work in real estate.”

“Oh, that must be quite exhausting. Having to appeal to people’s tastes and needs must be tiresome.”

“I guess so. I usually don’t get too much time off, so I have to spend it wisely.”

“I hope I’m not interfering in your sacred break. I feel the same. Work’s gotten awfully busy lately, what with the influx of orders coming in. Ah, I just can’t seem to catch a break.”

“Don’t worry. You’re not interfering at all. In fact, just from our short conversation, you sound like the perfect person I’d like to spend my free time with.”

You blush at his statement. You don’t think you sound all that interesting. Clearing your throat, you try to change the subject.

“How old are you?”

“20.”

“I’m 20 also. But you sound way more mature than what your voice leads me to believe.”

“I’ve been told I have a voice for acting, but I think they’re exaggerating.”

“Hmph, could’ve fooled me. Your voice is so deep and rich.” You lightly slap your hand over your mouth, surprised by your bluntness. HIs laugh reach your ears and make you blush even more.

“Thank you. You know, hearing you talk has calmed my nerves a bit. Despite my job, I always feel a little on edge when talking to new people.”

“It’s nice to hear that I’m doing something right during this conversation. I usually have trouble talking to strangers on the phone, but much less than talking to someone face to face. I’d much rather speak on the phone.”

“Oh, so you wouldn’t like to meet me in person?” You can hear his little smirk through the phone.

“Th-That’s… I mean, it… it doesn’t seem all that terrible to maybe meet you face to face. You know, what the hell? Why not? We’re not really strangers are we?”

“That’s good to hear. Where should we meet?”

“Umm… How about the theatre, maybe? And we, uh, take it from there?” You felt all the pressure being put upon you. What if he didn’t like the way you looked? This was happening too fast for you to understand. You felt a stomach ache coming on.

“Perfect. My name is Kiryu. I’ll be in a white suit and orange shirt.”

You tell him your name and that you’ll be wearing a blue jacket and pencil skirt, with a white blouse and heels.

“Seen you then. Bye.”

“Bye.” You put the phone back onto the receiver and let out a sigh while looking at it.

‘What did I get myself into?’ You rest your head in your hands and close your eyes.

As soon as you told Bianka about your success, she was ecstatic and all over you.

“What did I tell you? God, I’m a genius! My mind is... so powerful!” You both walked out the doors to travel to the theatre’s front while she bragged about being right.

“You don’t have to be so braggadocious about this. Anything could go wrong!”

“Okay, first, I don’t know what that means, so nice try.”

“Maybe your mind isn’t that powerful after all…” You’re cut off by her elbow meeting your shoulder.

“Ouch!” You rub your injury as she continues.

“Second! You need to be more positive about this. I can’t be with you the whole time to be your little angel on your shoulder or whatever.” She stops walking as you arrive at the theatre.

“I’ll be watching from over there,” she says, pointing to a bench in the shade.

Walking down the littered street, Kiryu stops at the theatre.

‘She might be here already.’ he thinks.

A brief scan of the area results in him seeing a blue ensemble and heels from across the street. He walks closer towards the woman before he sees another woman in a similar outfit sitting on a bench scanning him up and down. She then nods at the other woman.

‘Hm? Is this a prank or something?’

Despite his confusion, Kiryu cautiously walks closer to the lady as she stands still.

“Hi! You must be Kiryu-san!” You greet him as you spin around. He looks a bit startled by the surprise acknowledgment. You cringe at how loud you are. Curse your nerves.

“Yeah, that’s me. Y/N, right?” He raises one eyebrow slightly.

“Y-Yes, sorry for being. I’m a little out of my comfort zone.” Your hand finds its way to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear whilst you speak.

“Ah, don’t worry about it. I’m nervous, too,” he admits, thinking it might help you calm down. Whether or not his statement is true, it comforts you to think that he is as nervous as you.

“Not to be rude, but who was that sitting on that bench over there?” Kiryu points to the now empty bench. You turn your head and see Bianka has left.

“Oh! That was just my friend. You know how telekuras can be, full of creeps and all. N-Not that y-you’re a creep! I just need to be cautious is all, yeah?” You want to take your foot out of your mouth, but the words come out too quickly.

“Ha, don’t worry about it. I understand. I promise I’m not here to kidnap you. Other than maybe for a date.” He looks towards you expectantly. You want to jump in the nearby bushes to conceal your flushed face,

“I-I... “ The floor looked very interesting at that moment while you tried to come up with some type of comprehensible response. Damn him and his charisma.

“If you don’t want to, I can leave. I’m fine with what-”

“No! I-I mean yes! I… ugh. I do want to go on a date with you.” You surprise yourself that you can actually speak up before he finishes his statement.

“That’s great. Where would you like to go?” He stands patiently as he awaits your answer. Your hands find your purse strap and play with it as you try to think of a good place to go. He can clearly see how nervous you really are.

“Do you like karaoke? There’s a bar close by.”

“Yes! That’d be great. My friend tricked me into thinking we were going to a bar in the first place when really she wanted to set me up with someone.”

“Well, guess you could say we’re killing two birds with one phone call.” You give him a small smile and roll your eyes.

“Ha ha. Just lead the way, Kiryu-san.”

“Wow, Kiryu-san! I should have guessed a guy with your voice would have a great singing voice.” You ‘ooh’ed and ‘aah’ed at his performance after he took his seat back at the bar. He chuckles and takes a sip of his now watery booze.

“It’s nothing to make a big deal about. I just really like karaoke.” Swirling the liquid around, he stares at his glass as he tries to sound humble, but you know you have hit a sweet spot by complimenting his singing skills.

“Oh please, stop trying to be humble. You have the voice of an idol!” Your hand somehow landed on his forearm on the table. Looking up, he meets your eyes and you blush as you take your hand away as quickly as you placed it.

The two of you conversed for what seemed like a few minutes but was actually a few hours. And whether it was the alcohol or the sense of freedom gained around Kiryu, you somehow came up with your genius plan. You were just glad you had worn stockings to work.

Deft fingers work some of your blouse’s top buttons while you both continue chatting. You wiggle about in your seat, listening intently as he talks about some little car race he was in, all the while hiking your modest skirt up to a somewhat teasing length. As soon as the bartender turned to serve a customer, you started to edge your small purse off the bar. A thud sounds out as the purse falls, only heard by Kiryu and you as the current karaoke track drowns the sound out.

“Oh! I'm so sorry. I guess I’ve had too much to drink.” Giggling, you start to reach down for the purse. Kiryu watches you bend down, eyes following and lowering to your cleavage. He scolded himself for taking advantage of the situation.

Ever the chivalrous gentleman, Kiryu falls right into your trap.

“I’ve got it.”

You straighten back up, and as he bends down, you are careful not to hit him with your feet as you uncross your left leg from on top of your right when he comes back up with the purse. He pauses for the briefest moment to admire what you put on display just for him.

A black matching panty, stocking, and garter set. All for his eyes.

‘I’m going to die.’

Smirking, you slowly put your right leg over your left after you are sure he gets a good look. You look over your glass in time to see him turn his head away. He gets back up, purse in hand, and you hope you did something to make him break face. Looking at him, you drink in his masculine face, his gelled-up hair, his dark, soulful eyes… Damn him.

A blank, but strong face looks back at you.

‘Dammit, nothing.’ You mentally curse yourself out for thinking such a stupid plan would work. ‘Of course, someone as handsome and captivating as him wouldn’t want anything to do with- Wait! Is that? No. It can’t be.’

Red tinted ears.

‘Gotcha. Hmph, what a perv,’ you joke to yourself and take a sip.

“I should get you home. Before you’re unable to tell me where you live.” Money ends up on the table, enough to pay for both drinks. He stands up and holds out his hand for you to take.

“Wow, you really must want me to take you home, huh, Ladykiller-san!” you joke, loud enough for just him to hear. He groans at your new nickname for him as you laugh at his reaction.

Instead of holding his hand, you wrap your arms around his one and grab your purse. You both walk out of the bar into the now darkened city, illuminated by the artificial lights and sparse stars. Before Kiryu can lift his hand to hail the cab, you pull him down by the coat lapel, mouth centimeters away from his ear.

“By the way, I’m not drunk. And if you’re a good boy in the cab, I might let you get a peek at something else,” you offer in coquettish tone while your hand slithers up his chest to cup the back of his neck. He has no response, even as he hails and rushes you into the cab, other than his ears turning an adorable shade of pink.

As you tell the driver what your address is, your hand drifts towards Kiryu’s left leg. He takes his hand and puts it over yours, interlacing your fingers. While he busies himself with your hand, you begin to unbutton your blouse’s top buttons to reveal your lace bra. Treating yourself to lingerie that morning was a blessing in disguise. The lace edge danced across your cleavage, leaving the observer needy for more.

Kiryu’s eyes widen slightly as his gaze falls upon your breasts, your other hand landing on your entwined hands to make your arms press your breasts together even more. He drinks in how playful yet erotic you look in the passing colourful lights of the city. He can’t seem to take his eyes off of you, trying to keep this scene hidden away in his mind forever.

‘I’m in trouble.’

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you can sense the want and need on his face, despite his efforts to not show anything. His eyes glaze over and his ears turn a bit pink. Desire falls upon the back seat of the cab, causing a tension between you and Kiryu. You decide to break it by reaching your hand towards his coat lapel. Not taking your eyes off him, you run your hand up and down one side of his chest. You close the gap between your faces, your lips almost touching his cheek as you move to his ear, hoping the cabbie pays no attention to what is going down in his car.

“Mmmmm, Ladykiller-san, are you flexing just for me?”

Interpreting the situation, he finally makes a move. By putting his hand on you inner right thigh, he receives a giggle from you and a teasing scold.

“What’d I say about being a good boy, Kiryu?” You start to draw circles on his chest, dangerously close to his nipple. You flash him a smirk as he doesn’t say a word, instead choosing to inch his hand up even more, fingers finally meeting the top of your stocking. He takes a risk by squeezing your thigh in his hand. Your little moan slips out as you trace your fingers on his shirt collar.

‘What a tacky print. But somehow, he makes it work.’

A hand gently strokes Kiryu’s neck and a thumb passes back and forth over his slightly stubbled jaw. Taking the hint, he leans down slowly as your hand that cups his jaw guides him towards you. He cannot help but grasp your upper thigh a bit harder as he awaits for what comes next. A pair of soft lips just millimetres away from his somewhat chapped ones, the distance starts to close. Eyes closed, you both prepare for what you have been waiting for.

“Hey, horndogs! This is my cab, not a love hotel. Get out!”

Embarrassed beyond belief, you let go of Kiryu in exchange for your purse. Fishing out some cash, you slip it through the slot of the glass as you utter an apology. The driver snatches the money from your hand and waves you off.

Kiryu had already gotten out, his hand awaiting yours to help you out. You close the door after climbing out of the seat. After his touches, your skirt had ridden up quite a bit, which you straightened out. Turning around, you see him staring at you with a small grin. You respond by lifting a brow and grinning back.

“Is there something on your mind?”

“Yeah, actually. You.”

“Oh, you’re such a lady killer! I might just fall over from swooning too hard!” You express yourself through a melodramatic hand press to your forehead. You giggle from your actions and see Kiryu still smiling at you, eyes filled with laughter.

“Stop that. I’m being serious. And I told you not to call me that.” His voice does not allude to him being serious about his complaint.

“Oh, I’m sorry. What would you rather be called?” You take a few steps closer to him and grab his coat with both hands for the nth time that night. You pull him down a bit to make sure your mouth is close enough to his ear. He can feel your warm breath on his earlobe, then your tongue.

“Good boy?” You bite down gently and give it an experimental tug. Hands snap to your lower back and hip, causing you to gasp. He pulls your hips close to his and buries his nose into your neck, groaning as your hands wrap around his toned torso. With how your bodies are connected, you feel every single part of him as well as how warm he is. You hum in enjoyment, reveling in the fact that you make him feel this way. A small smirk makes its way to your lips.

“How naughty, we’re still in public. How about we go to my apartment? I have even more to show you, Ladykiller-san.”

#yakuza 0 #yakuza #yakuza imagines #reader insert #reader #Kiryu Kazuma x reader #Kiryu Kazuma #long fic #ryu ga gotoku #not sfw

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