#v: Yakuza

[stingslikeabee]

Daigo stood in the bathroom, shirt off, and looked himself over in the mirror. It had been a while since he truly had. The ex - yakuza frowned at his slightly softened middle ( which the brace on his knee and the chaos of getting their son to university for his first semester were both equally responsible for ). His expression grew strangely thoughtful as he turned his head. Daigo's hair was completely gray, and he had started to keep a short but full beard a few years ago.

After another minute or two of staring, the former Chairman sighed, turned off the light, and left. He pathed back to the sofa, where his wife sat. Daigo removed his glasses and laid beside her. A sharp inhale left his lips as he arranged his legs. The ex - yakuza placed his head in Melissa's lap. Their daughter was spending the night with her cousins, so he wasn't terribly worried about only being in boxers.

"It is strange, Mel," Daigo whispered, lips forming a thin line. "I never pictured myself with a white head."

In that simple statement laid a world of painful truth. Daigo hadn't seen many of his peers age. Most were frozen in his memory as young men, reckless and eager for their glorious death ; as a child, he had always assumed he would follow suit.

All of the sudden, the former Chairman laughed, breaking the tension. "Your husband has become an old man," he declared, slanted grin forming. "What do you think of that, Melissa ??"

unscripted asks . always accepting

The former hostess had been engrossed with a baking reality show on TV - as usual, one of the shared activities with the rest of her family in a different timezone and she happened to be a couple of episodes behind. However, upon Daigo's arrival, the thing was put on pause - just so she could welcome him to join her on the couch better - and then Melissa turned the device off entirely after looking at her husband.

It wasn't that him using the brunette as a pillow was unusual - the woman even liked that, as it allowed her to ruffle and mess with his hair in a way that was often impossible given how the ex-chairman enjoyed styling it, slicked back and proper for work. But the way he stared at nothing (rather than his wife) and the first words that came out of him spelled of some discomfort or unease and Melissa was too attuned to Daigo's body language to miss it.

Ah - the hair; Melissa often said it was more silver-colored than anything, as if blessed by moonlight and very much like Yayoi prior to her passing. The fact that the woman on the couch didn't have the same signs was attributed only to her frequent trips to the hair salon - left unchecked, the ex-hostess would also have the greying strands of her husband, the difference was that she did not allow for it. At least... Not yet.

"You're not an old man," the brunette huffed, right hand playing with his longer, soft locks and using the opposite digits to caress his face, trailing the visage of a man so dear that Melissa had endured everything - time apart, sitting at a hospital chair for weeks, learning how to live with a bodyguard around. There was nothing she would have denied the one person who she met by chance and refused to let go, notwithstanding the path that life had taken him as the Sixth Chairman of the Tojo Clan.

"You are an experienced citizen, there is a difference," the brunette chuckled in return, eyes gleaming with affection for him. Smiling, Melissa regretted the fact that the angle did not allow her to bend far enough for a kiss, but it was fine - they could rest like this for a while, "But I like it. I always thought you looked good in white," the smirk that followed was a throwback to the coat he used to have around as a young troublemaker, one that she had stolen and kept during the years as a memento of sorts (and which had prompted a hilarious reaction from their fashion-savvy daughter upon finding it in a closet).

"Besides, I saw how you helped Kazuya with the boxes and everything else. You're still stronger than every single fresh face interning for Osamu - just ask any of them to carry me up a flight of stairs and I doubt they will make it. You, on the other hand," the woman remarked with a playful wink and softly palming the side of his face, gently steering it until the former yakuza had no choice but to look at his wife.

"Honestly Daigo, I can't complain. I wanted to grow old with you... And that's what we're doing. I love that we got this far and I want to go even further, anata."

[anesan]

@iamdarcylewis

With Jin stuck in Kansas and Yuna stuck in Tsushima for the time being, it was hard to find a place to live. She’d narrowed it down to three places, but wouldn’t be able to choose without seeing them in person and getting a feel for the place. Hard to do when you’re half a country or a world away.

Luckily, however, she knew Darcy was back in New York. She didn’t know if she was supposed to be contacting her, but she figured it would be alright. After all, Shimura was dead and Jin had cleared Darcy’s debts. Everything should be hunky-dory, right?

[text] Hey Darcy. I need a favor.

[text] This is Yuna, btw. I don’t know if you got my text saying I got a new phone.

[mudskip-muses]

@not-bcring​

All of Gundham’s fears came crashing down at once in form of one letter, every wall he had painstakingly built up over the years crumbling into dust, brought down by thoughts he had hoped would stay buried as his eyes flit over each word. One of his underlings had shown up at the school of all places, the yakuza so very ready to chew them out for being foolish enough to possibly bring their lives and the dangers that followed them to so many innocents-

Until he was handed a letter, it having been left at his father’s old house, what Gundham now considered his base of operations, leading the clan in the very room where his father had perished, shot point blank by the son who’s life he ruined. He didn’t even finish it before the paper was being crushed in his fist, the pure fury on his face sending nearby students scattering as it was shoved into the underling’s chest with an order to find him the one who dared.

Dared...he couldn’t even finish the thought, let alone say it aloud. Kazuichi...he knew this would happen, knew no one who had the misfortune of knowing him would be safe. And now...

No, he was going to fix this. He was going to get Kazuichi back and send whoever dared to take him to an early grave. Preferably when Kazuichi was unable to witness such a tragedy, though Gundham knew that wasn’t likely...

It didn’t take long, when they wanted to be found, the guards at the door of the old warehouse so very surprised that Gundham himself had shown up to take Kaz back, enough so that they didn’t stand a chance against the yakuza’s crack shot, a bullet finding a home in their chest, right at the heart. 

It was an all out fire fight after that, Gundham keeping the stone cold façade he was known for amongst the clans, Overlord of Ice they had dubbed him, not even a bullet able to take the fury from his eyes. In the end, he was lucky, whoever these fools were, they were unprepared. Not enough man power, bodies spread too thin, either they didn’t get permission to launch this assault on the Tanaka clan and weren’t given what they needed to win, or he was once again severely underestimated due to his age, thought an easy target with someone he cared for on the line as presumed canon fodder. 

Someone he cared for, something he had been trying to deny since the moment that stupid breeder had wandered into his shooting practice. Care wasn’t something he felt, affection wasn’t something he was allowed, love wasn’t made for him. After this...how could he face Kazuichi again? This was Gundham’s fault that he got taken. If he had just kept his distance like he knew he should have...

The door to the back room was nothing compared to the rage behind a steel-toed kick to it’s lock, the kidnapper, the one poor bastard deemed unworthy enough to be left alone with the bait, only managed a single shot before he was on the floor, screaming now with a bloodied hand held close to his chest. Even with all the blood he had spilt before reaching Kazuichi, Gundham still couldn’t take a life in front of him. It was a trauma no one should have to endure. 

Gundham himself was found lucky yet again, the attacker’s bullet managing to just graze his cheek after being fired, it now stuck in the wooden doorframe beside the yakuza’s head. In his panic, his opponent had hesitated, and now it would likely cost him his hand. 

He was lucky it wasn’t his life. 

Kicking the screaming fool to the side, Gundham couldn’t bring himself to look at Kazuichi as he went about cutting him free, the blood, the bruises on his face...the lives the yakuza took before this point couldn’t even hold a candle to the pain such a sight brought to his chest. 

A voice from behind him, one of his men looking for orders, bleeding, but alive. The conversation was brief, Gundham’s tone not once shifting from it’s icy chill. “How many lives did we lose?” “Are there any of these fools left alive?” and “Speaking of fools, get him out of here.” Orders given, orders followed, questions answered with Gundham not once looking Kazuichi in the eye.

Not until the last bit of rope fell, and he didn’t have an excuse to avoid it anymore. 

Once his eyes met the breeder’s, Gundham found himself unable to look away. The fading adrenaline, the pain of his wounds, the fear he had felt upon being handed that damned paper, it all came crashing down on him at once, a shaky hand reaching up to cup Kaz’s cheek, a thumb gently running over a bruise as the yakuza’s lip fought not to shake. “...I’m sorry.” What else could he say? It was all he had to offer...

[tsushimanoonryo]

@hxrbingxr​

“...”

“Why are you like this?”

[apradonite]

continuation of this post, this time somehow worse

twit

[bennflynt]

local detectives

[clownsuu]

Art block fucking sucks so

Poppet got pastries for the gamers :]

Hope you feel better my gamer🏵️🥄🥄

aWEE look at thembs ;;;

[shihlun]

Kiyoshi Kurosawa

- Yakuza Taxi

1994

[majimasleftasscheek]

Kazama returns from jail

[tomatostyle]

WIP Commission of triad Chun li.

[todayisafridaynight]

game time

[stingslikeabee]

majima + melissa /more curious if anything xd

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child . accepting

Name: Natsuno Majima (JP: 真島 夏野). Gender: Male. General appearance: Majima's legacy is undeniable - Natsuno has very straight, dark hair, almond-shaped eyes and the facial bone structure of his father, not to mention a certain ease to gain muscle and eventually growing to be as tall as Majima without any struggles. He keeps up with the overall body frame as well - not too bulky or too strong like other Tojo legends, but more on the nimble and lean side like Majima at his peak. Melissa's contribution is more in the sense that Natsuno's eyes are lighter than his father's and that he smiles just like his mother - it is the same way to curve lips, really. Personality: Absurd levels of charisma - Natsuno has the social skills of a politician with the charm of a playboy and the ability to talk himself out of trouble unlike anyone else. Carefree, easy to laugh, fast to crack jokes and always surrounded by friends and, of course, girls, Natsuno's popularity is frankly astonishing. He flows like water and adapts to any environment without effort - it is almost as if he channeled the combined energy of his parents and made something of his own with that. Between a former yakuza and a niche hostess, neither Majima nor Melissa were that readily accepted anywhere as their son seems to be. Special talents: Natsuno is very good at bluffing - and consequently a pretty damn good card player (and more than decent at a number of more traditional games which Majima has taught him). Apart from his parents and very few people, it's almost impossible to win against the kid, really. Natsuno is also agile and good with rhythm, making him a good dancer much to the delight of his mother (who has a partner at every family gathering occasion). Who they like better: Melissa, for a very peculiar reason (because his mother really IS the scary parent, no matter what these rumors about a 'mad dog' may say) - Natsuno and Majima have a very similar energy and their personalities may clash rather loudly at social gatherings. Both of them like attention, have a flair for dramatics and enjoy engaging with others, so they may annoy each other sometimes. Melissa, on the other hand, approaches human connections differently and in a way that doesn't conflict with Natsuno's expansive nature. Because Majima and Natsuno are so weirdly alike in some ways, he prefers his mother so there is a more evident contrast there. Who they take after more: Definitely Majima - it's clearly his kid in both looks and personality, however people will often remark that while Majima can be intimidating or just labeled as being off his rockers when he smiles or laughs in a certain way (deserving the 'mad dog' title), Natsuno doesn't share that vibe - he's classical charm and amusement, which is precisely what draws people in and makes him so damn popular. He definitely doesn't dress as flamboyantly as Majima, though; Melissa clearly had a hand in how he formed his wardrobe. Personal Headcanon: His favorite music style? Disco. And he means it! Natsuno is absolutely fascinated by the disco era, maybe because it was booming when his parents met and worked together, but he just enjoys everything about that era: the lights, the sequins, the colors, the addictive rhythm and the choreographies. He's had more than one thematic birthday party and is an avid vinyl collector of that period. Faceclaim: Ross Butler.

[anesan]

It had been days since she heard from Jin and Yuna was a wreck. He didn’t tell her the details of this trip and she hadn’t wanted to know at the time. But now, the uncertainty was killing her. She’d been in constant contact with Ryuzo who knew just as much about this as she did and neither of them knew if Jin was alive or dead.

The call came on the fourth day. She’d been keeping her phone glued to her side, so when Jin’s name flashed across the screen, she answered immediately.

“Are you alright?” she asked without offering a greeting. She had been so anxious to hear from him that politeness was thrown out the window.

His voice was raw and subdued, like he’d spent hours screaming himself hoarse. Or crying.

“Hello to you too, Yuna,” he said, trying to make a joke of it. But the weakness in his voice belied the fact that he wasn’t in a jovial mood. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier.”

“That’s alright,” she said. “You called now.”

There was a momentary pause, neither one of them wanting to address the elephant in the room. It was Jin who finally broke the silence.

“It’s so good to hear your voice,” he said. “It feels like it’s been years.”

“It was only four days, Jin,” she said gently.

“It feels longer,” he replied. “A lot has happened.”

“...Do you want to talk about it?” 

“No,” he said. “At least… Not right now.”

“Okay,” she said.

“I want to hear you talk,” he said.

“About what?”

“Anything,” he said. “I just want to listen.”

He wants to be distracted, she thought. Some bad shit must have gone down.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Jin?”

“I’m sure,” he replied. 

She didn’t quite believe him, but Yuna wouldn’t push it. Instead, she talked. She talked about whatever came to her mind. She told him about how well Taka was adjusting since the incident in Madripoor. She told him about how Ryuzo was an annoying bastard. And she told him about how she’d been thinking of opening a bar when she and her brother joined him in America. Jin didn’t add much to the conversation, but he insisted he was listening.

Finally, when she’d run out of things to say, Yuna was silent. She could hear Jin’s rhythmic breathing on the end of the receiver.

“Are you asleep?” she asked quietly.

She got no answer.

“I love you, Jin Sakai,” she continued. “And I’ll be with you soon. Goodnight.”

Then she hung up the phone and slept well for the first time all week.

[mudskip-muses]

@hayleysmuses liked for violence owo (X)

Normally not one to care for his classmates, or so he would usually say, Gundham had shown no hesitation in picking the poor fool that had been badgering Hiyoko up by the collar of their shirt, the cold glare in his eyes betraying the fact that there was a smirk hidden just behind his scarf from the look of fear on their face. 

Though having stumbled upon the scene on his way back from class, he knew better than to believe the little blonde devil was without a red hand in this whole situation, her track record working against her when it came to the fork of her tongue. He could very well be wrong, but who was to say really, when it came to her? 

“What have you done to ignite this fool’s ire in such a manner, imp.” It was hardly a question, more of a demanding of facts. He had no qualms about getting his hands dirty if he deemed it justified, but he would need her word on if they deserved it or not. Perhaps this was a fool’s choice in of itself, given the vulgarity that often spilled from the blonde’s mouth, so very keen on causing chaos wherever she went, but it was all he had to go off of, so it would have to do.

[tsushimanoonryo]

@iamdarcylewis

Jin wanted to let her lay low for a while. Mostly because he didn’t have the emotional energy to spend on worrying for her right now. But stupid Gerald had to go and make him do it anyway. And a text wouldn’t do.

They’d spoken face to face once since he’d given her her watch back, but that didn’t mean they were friends again. He had no clue if Darcy would pick up the phone, but he at least had to try. So he dialed her number and waited.

[gjdraws]

Down a Johnny and Chozen rabbit hole inspired by (in order) @nomercyonlytears @variousqueerthings and my personal belief that both Johnny and Chozen have bodily lifted Daniel at some point and been very proud of themselves