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Majima stared down into the murky depths of the pier’s water, taking a final drag from his cigarette before dropping it and crushing it against the ground.
He liked to think that he wasn’t one to hold grudges for too long, if not at all. Though something had to keep weighing him down. The concrete in his shoes wasn’t letting his shot body drift back to shore to give that guy one final punch.
Well, not final, but it’d aim to kill. Majima knew the guy would thrash back if thrown a valid chance and reason. Majima knew the Dragon of Dojima.
He rustled around in his coat pocket for another cigarette but he seemed to have burnt through the box. He should’ve bought some earlier.
“Tch…”
“Majima-san?”
He didn’t turn or move from his spot when he heard a voice, paired with slow footsteps walking towards him. It was in his blind spot, though his good eye could pick up the shadow that was approaching from its peripheral vision.
“Kiryu-chan.” His voice lacked humor as he turned his head, but he broke a grin out and shifted his feet to face Kiryu Kazuma… newly appointed and retired 4th chairman. He unintentionally snorted. “What brings you to this part of town? Looking for a fight?”
“You know I wouldn’t fight without a reason. Nishida told me you’d be here though.”
Yeah, he knew. Though just a little goading would have them back into their usual rhythm of dodging, punching, stabbing, and falling. His eye squinted at Kiryu with a thin lipped smile, “I know.” He took a step forward, circling him like a shark in the waters, gauging its prey, “So, what’s it?”
“I wanted to talk to you.” He grunted out in response.
Majima stopped when he reached the front of him, “Didya?” He chuckled, pressing a leather clad glove up to Kiryu’s chest, poking it teasingly, “You didn’t have to chase me all the way out here, I could ’ave come to ya, Kiryu-chan! You have my phone number, right?” His mind vaguely remembered his phone breaking when it fell into the water.
Kiryu ignored him, “I wanted to talk to you about the other day.”
“Hm? Whatcha’ mean?” He knew exactly what he meant.
“I’m sorry.” He stared into Majima’s one good eye, trying to catch any emotion, and Majima took it to himself to show none.
“Haw? Ya mean the entire leaving me in the ocean with a bullet in my chest deal?” The expression that showed through onto his face was more akin to a glare. “Soft as ever, Kiryu-chan, you know you’ve done worse to me with those buff baby arms of yours.”
Kiryu’s eyes were washed over with guilt, and he turned his gaze to the ocean. Majima’s eye followed, and he realized that was the place where he fell off. “You were trying to help me, though, not beat me. I left you there.” He let out a breath, and Majima watched white mist materialize in the cold air.
Majima felt his chest clench, as if something had punched it. Turning his eye back to Kiryu, he kind of looked like a puppy with his sad eyes. “Y’got more important things to deal with, Kiryu-chan, I’ve got it.” The sad puppy of Dojima looked back at him. “Hey, I said I’ve got it, it’s my job...”
Those eyes were suddenly framed by furrowed eyebrows. “To get shot for me?” Kiryu stepped forward, Majima flinched back. “To take a knife for me?” Another step, Majima was frozen. They were chest to chest.
Majima did his damn best to embrace the challenge, and the silent swirl of emotion in Kiryu’s eyes. Anger, sadness, guilt, and resolve stood clear on his features. Majima showed his own back, though he doubted it’d be strong right now. “I’m the one that has dibs on your life after all, Kiryu-chan.” His voice didn’t lilt, it had signs of a storm within them. Anger, sadness, confusion… contained within the walls of his throat. He needed to swallow. “Maybe it is.”
Kiryu’s eyes flickered downwards, hell knows where. “Majima.”
“Kiryu-cha…” Strong hands gently caged his cheeks. Majima could feel callous on the tips, and the warmth from his palms. His mouth slammed shut, left with no more words to snap back with. Witty remarks died down, left at the bottom of his stomach. He braced himself for impact, but nothing came for those few moments of silence.
Sadness; a soft frown graced those lips. “You deserve better.” His hands fell to snakeskin covered shoulders.
Majima nearly gaped at the statement, but instead, a few choice words swam back right up his stomach, “If you’re gonna kiss me, don’t be a wuss, Kiryu. Aren’t you supposed to be a dragon or some shit?” After another moment of uncertainty, “Don’t leave me hanging again, Kiryu-chan.”
Kiryu glared at him, and he leaned forward, capturing him, line and sinker. The whole shebang. Majima had no idea where he was anymore, but his arms draped across those broad shoulders, and the concrete let up from his shoes. His heart floated back to the surface. He pressed back into Kiryu urgently, as if he was afraid of losing the taste of beef bowls and more nicotine. Kiryu’s lips were slightly chapped and felt so damn good. A low, satisfied hum of pleasure bubbled up from his throat, then Kiryu pulled back. He didn’t know when Kiryu’s hands dropped to his hips, but he looked into Kiryu’s eyes, and saw a sort of glazed look about them. “Majima… san.” It sounded like he was just learning how to say his name again, like he almost forgot the ‘san’.
“Yeah, Kiryu…” Majima paused teasingly inbetween, dumbly grinning at his soft expression. That kind of look had to be reserved for the ladies, but here they were, he thought. “chan?”
“I love you.” If anyone was able to make those words sound anymore stoic and cute at the same time, Majima wouldn’t believe that it was possible. “I’m… still sorry.” He felt another hit to the chest, his heart beating in his ears.
“Yeah?” Majima paused, staring into those expectant eyes. His company wanted an answer. “I love ya too! Ya big dork… you don’t gotta apologize, just kiss me like that again and lets see where it takes us.”