#𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 '𝚎𝚖 [ YAKUZA AU ]

[jesterofinaba]

Yakuza AU starter | @supportive-editor​​

Your average alley brawl finished, the thin man disguised as a delivery driver who had been stupid enough to challenge the famed Shibuawa to a fight was on the ground, beaten. That wasn’t what gave the man cowering on the wet concrete such a look of fear, though. He was staring at the entrance to the alley, where past the rain there was the sound of footsteps on the concrete and the approaching figure of a man in a yellow raincoat. With a lilting, excited voice, he chirps from the shadows:

“Shibu-chan! Long time, no see. Guess you’re finally outta the slammer, huh?”

The man who steps into the flickering light of the street lamps is grinning maniacally from ear to ear, one hand gripping an umbrella for the rain but both arms spread out wide in greeting as he saunters forward. One gray eye shining, the other hidden behind an eyepatch, he turns the smile back down to the man on the ground, who flinches.

The ace symbol on the eyepatch and the red leather jacket underneath that raincoat were a clear sign that the man before them was the Mad Jester, Adachi Tohru.

“And I’m pretty sure you heard the orders I gave out, right? The ones that said ‘Don’t fucking touch Shibu-chan’? Or do I just speak to hear myself talk?”

“B-Boss, I didn’t know he was Shibusawa-”

“Shut your goddamn mouth.” Adachi snaps back, and the other immediately shuts up. Satisfied, he turns back to Shibusawa with that crooked smile.

“Speaking of orders, I got a few that pertain to you, Shibu-chan, so I guess we got a little business to attend to. Just like the old days, huh?” He gives a cackle that makes the deliveryman cower again.

“But first...” he takes his umbrella and gently sets the tip under the deliveryman’s chin, “Whaddya want me to do with this prick?”

[jesterofinaba]

rebelli0us-mask​:

" i think i should be allowed to murder. as a treat! "

“Who’s body are we hiding?”

[jesterofinaba]

@supportive-editor | from here

“Awww, Shibu-chan, you never did like foreplay...”

Anyone with more of a shred of common sense and the task to fight and kill Shibusawa like Adachi had been would have gone through more conventional routes in order to challenge him to a brawl to the death, but Adachi liked keeping things interesting - and when you were the owner of a cabaret club that the target happened to frequent, wouldn’t the best element of surprise be to catch him off guard by disguising yourself as one of the hostesses?

This explains the Mad Jester’s form-fitting red, sequined dress he’s wearing, the long, styled black wig, and the makeup - most likely helped out by Yuko, who was most definitely coerced into a night off with her friends with a large wad of cash.

Adachi makes one of his trademark maniacal grins, his eye shining with red eye shadow and fake lashes. The other eye hidden by an eye patch, as usual, a pink one this time.

He crosses his fishnet and high heel-adorned legs from where he’s sitting (on top of the table, of course) and sets his chin in a manicured hand.

“Come on, you’re here, trapped by societal convention, and your usual girl’s got the night off.” He’s putting on a surprisingly realistic higher, more feminine voice. “Let Tohru-chan convince you to head out back.” For a fight.

[jesterofinaba]

@supportive-editor​ | from here

What they were doing was stupid and dangerous, and Adachi usually wouldn’t have minded something like that, except this time his neck isn’t the only one on the line.

It hadn’t been long since Tatsuo had been arrested, and it was obvious to everyone in the family that Adachi hadn’t been taking it well. And under the family’s nose, along with Tatsuo’s old sweetheart Yuko, they’ve been trying to dig further into how their friend got framed, getting any kind of information he could.

He’s heard rumors from people in the clan that he’s been acting differently, wondering if he’s cracked from the pressure. Worst comes to worst... that wouldn’t be a hard role to play if it kept suspicion off of him.

Yuko, though... she had an out, she didn’t need to get herself hurt, and Adachi didn’t want his brother worrying about her on top of those two civvie friends of his.

Her arguing back with him causes his temper to flare, and Adachi had never been good at controlling it. He scowls and slams his hand on the counter, trying to ignore his guilt and not think about that pained look on her face.

“I’m not sayin’ you need to stop helping him or stop talking to him, dammit, I’m sayin’ that you need to stay the hell away from the clan - hell, we shouldn’t even be seen talking to each other!”

He points at his eye patch, voice rising. “Do you think I got this just running into a stick as a kid? This is what the higher ups do as a light punishment, Yuko! They’d do a hell of a lot worse to you!

I don’t want you getting any more hurt than you have already.” The bandages on her arm were a testament to the danger she was getting herself in. “I told Tatsuo I’d keep an eye on you. And Maruki and his fiance. The more time any of you spend with me, the more danger you’re in.”

Maybe the crazy act wouldn’t be a bad cover...

[jesterofinaba]

[ Yakuza AU tag incoming ]

“You’d better be ready for a fight, Shibu-chan~”

[jesterofinaba]

@rebelli0us-mask​ | from here

If it wasn’t one problem after another... he just had to get a call from Kurusu’s school to pick up the kid after getting himself into a fight. Adachi was a familiar if intimidating presence at the school - for having recently been transferred there, “Sticky Fingers” got in trouble a shit ton, but that didn’t stop him from giving an intense one-eyed stare at every staff member as he picked Kurusu up, after first asking him if he’d won the fight he’d gotten into.

Adachi had known his knife had gone missing, and had his suspicions, but as they walk back to Adachi’s apartment, he levels the kid with a look.

“I knew you had some moxie, that or you’re some kinda kleptomaniac, but you’re gonna have to learn not to steal other members’ weapons without paying a price... and you know what kinda price I’m talkin’ about, kid. If I weren’t the type ‘a man to be sentimental, I’d use that knife on you right about now. Consider it a bit of friendly advice for next time: don’t steal from someone you don’t want on your bad side.”

He turns onto a side street as a shortcut, getting a nod from one of the men standing in the alley as they walk. Adachi gives a little salute back before putting his gloved hands back in the pocket of his trademark red leather jacket.

“Still... not bad for a little pipsqueak, Kurusu-kun. With a little training, we can put your skills to good use instead of making you waste your time at school.

How about we get you a knife ‘a your own, huh? I’ll show you how to use it so you can wipe the floor with those bastards next time, too. Transferred or not, people in our kinda life need to know how to beat the stuffing outta someone.”

[jesterofinaba]

👏 hehehehe shibu >:3 @supportive-editor

Send 👏 and I’ll write a description of our muses’ fusion - No Longer Accepting

When the debris clears, a tall man with an intimidating figure emerges from the cloud of dust. Slender with a well-toned muscular build, they embodied the jack of all trades when it came to a fighter - strong, but speedy, adept with any weapon in their grasp, and most intimidating of all, the fact that they were sure of themselves - and incredibly unlikely to break apart.

Two sworn brothers were so close that they couldn't be beaten by challenging their bond, and two of the strongest members of the Yakuza made this fusion more than a challenge to stand up against in a fight.

Dressed in a sharp charcoal gray suit, they immediately take off the jacket with a flourish, throwing it so that it neatly lies on a bicycle rack. Not said a word, not breaking eye contact with their opponent, they begin to unbutton their dress shirt - a deep purple, a strong combination of red and blue, fitting for their bond. Their mouth twitches in a small, smug smile, one eye shining - the other hidden behind a purple eye patch.

Soon, the shirt goes along with their jacket, and the challenger is ready for the fight - no shirt on showed their combined tattoos from both of their counterparts, one with sakura petals and clouds that reached beyond his back to his shoulders, the back containing a large tattoo of a dragon encircling a red oni mask, surrounded by colorful flowers.

No shirt meant that they were not going to hesitate or hold back. Fighting with full power.

The smile returns.

"Let's throw down."

[jesterofinaba]

Info post for the Yakuza!AU made by @supportive-editor and me, basics under the cut

tldr he’s off the shits but in a fun kinda way

Adachi takes Majima’s place in this AU. Known and feared as the Mad Jester, Adachi’s a high rank captain and Shibusawa’s self-proclaimed rival. He takes just about every opportunity to try and fight and kill him, each attempt more outlandish than the last.

He and Shibusawa were raised in the same yakuza-owned orphanage after Adachi’s parents gave him up as a baby. Not under any academic stress or pressure to conform to society, Adachi grows up as a sarcastic little spitfire that’s pretty eager to cause fights and stir trouble, and that lasts through adulthood, though he’s well-liked and respected in the criminal underworld.

He and Shibu are sworn brothers - hence Adachi’s determination to be the only one who gets to kill Shibusawa, and the clan assigning him to kill Shibusawa and make him pay the price for trying to leave the yakuza. This starts the Majima Everywhere mechanic with Adachi. Yes, he hides in the trash, and dresses as a police officer, and pole dances, and dresses in drag, and

Adachi lost his left eye as punishment for being particularly scathing and mouthing off to the head of his clan. Just look at the interrogation scene in Ultimax for a general idea of what he would say. In this verse, he’s more okay with gore and blood than his canon self - being desensitized to it from an early age and getting an eye gouged out does that to you.

He manages the cabaret where Yuko works, and has since his early twenties. He met Yuko while Shibusawa was in prison, and they investigated into his case to try and prove his innocence. She’s one of the few that Adachi doesn’t act like... that around.

A pretty successful businessman - he got fairly high rank for his smarts and ability to stack up in a fight despite his small size. Instead of a construction company, Adachi owns a theater house. And he acts there in his free time, too.

Incredibly dramatic and outlandish, he’s like that to pretty much everyone he meets, unless he has to drop it for a disguise (such as when investigating the break in and murder that lead to Shibu’s arrest) or when completely alone around someone he trusts (Yuko, and eventually Shibusawa).

He and Shibu mostly fight, Shibu mostly wins (even if Adachi is an unconventional but very talented fighter), but after a time it’s mostly an excuse to hang out and race stock cars or play pool like they did when they were younger. If it’s not obvious, the determination to kill him is a cover just like his dramatics, and he considers him a friend even if he can’t say it.

[jesterofinaba]

@supportive-editor | welcome back bestie

"Aw, come on, Shibu-chan. We've all changed plenty in ten years, I've become a mad enough jester that I'm not gonna start cryin' like a damn baby about six shots in."

Even bringing up how much of a weepy drunk Adachi can be felt like playing with fire with Yuko and Shibusawa, and he's pretty sure he'll never hear the end of it. But hey, it had been a while since they'd had a happy occasion to drink about, and the last time they had, they were in their early twenties and buying bottom shelf shit. This time, Adachi had the earnings to make sure they got drunk on a lot better shit than the last time.

Adachi leans back and puts his feet up on a footstool, putting his hands behind his head while they wait for Yuko to finish changing. It had been enough time passed that the clan thought that Adachi was just keeping Shibusawa close enough to try and kill him later, but at the same time, they needed a place where they wouldn't be spotted, just for the sakes of those stupid civvies they'd been keeping an eye on the past ten years.

"I'm down, but we're not gonna go fuckin' halfway. It's been a while since I've been good and plastered. I could probably beat you in a fight even easier drunk, don't 'cha think, Shibu-chan?~"

[jesterofinaba]

“[Name], you’re not going to find another girl like her in a million years. Believe me, I’ve looked.” @supportive-editor but reverse and ishin yakuza au

Aladdin starters @supportive-editor

Adachi was learning to look past the fact that he hadn't seen Shibusawa in ten years. He would have liked to have been kept in the loop that his sworn brother was actually still alive, something that he said in a lot less kind words the minute he'd seen him again. And that time he had a sword pressed against Shibusawa's throat. Bygones.

It wasn't hard to fall back into their old habits, no matter how much they'd changed. There was a geisha girl that he knew kicked more ass than she was letting on, and he just had a gut feeling that she would knock Shibu off his feet - whether as a knockout with looks or with her fighting skills.

They'd had enough money for dinner and alcohol, and neither of them are quite sober, and that's what goads Adachi into saying what's on his mind.

"Shibu-chan, you're not gonna find another girl like her in a million years. Believe me, I've looked."

[jesterofinaba]

'Dad!' - @rebelli0us-mask , Dia is testing something. Miss Yuko said to call Adachi out of thr blue that and see if he responds!! (Yakuza au ofc :^) )

Unprompted Asks - Always Accepting! @rebelli0us-mask

Without looking up from cleaning his prized revolver, the Mad Jester scoffs a little and answers without thinking.

"The hell do you need, kid?"

...A second later, he realizes what he's said and gets red in the face.

"You're a bastard, you know that?!" He's mostly saying it in anger to hide in embarrassment.