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April 4th, 2001
It was a routine clean-up job. Some schmuck fucked up an assassination attempt on some doctor and now there’s blood fucking everywhere. In the doctor’s own house too. This is what I get for pissing off and coming up with good ways to ambush Kiryu-chan when he gets out of prison. Now Shimano put me on cleanup duty. What was the Doc’s name again? ...Dammit I forgot to check.
Goro Majima, Captain of the Shimano Family, Patriarch of the Majima Family. One of the most insane and brutal men in all of Kamurocho and had the skills to get away with it. At least on the outside.
Long ago he’s decided to finally let loose and put on an insane and uncaring... Persona. Deep down he’s a nice enough man but now he’s mentally liberated from the mundanity of normal Yakuza life, showing some brutality now and then to bring respect, and nothing gets him going like a good fight.
6 Years ago, a rival of his, Kazuma Kiryu, got locked up in prison for shooting his own Patriarch. The good news is he won’t be getting any death sentence, and will be out eventually. Before that fateful event, he and Majima got into a fight over their philosophies, and Majima decided to make it his job to make Kiryu’s life one ambush after another to teach him a lesson. Unfortunately that was the same night he was arrested, so he’s decided to bide his time and strategize perfect ways to ambush Kaz-
“Hm?” Something had interrupted his thought process. He heard something… crying? That isn’t something you want to hear when cleaning up a crime scene. He decides to investigate where the hell it’s coming from and finds a door leading to what looks like a bedroom. When he enters he finds another body lying on the floor, facing away from him. The room itself is relatively clean minus the blood pooling on the floor. He assumes it musta’ been the guy’s wife or something and the assassin wanted no witnesses. He walks over to her body, not really phased by it, having seen plenty of dead bodies himself, both before and after the loss of his eye. When he goes to turn the body, Majima nearly jumps out of his own skin, as he falls onto the floor and scoots back against the wall in horror, screaming silently, mouth agape, eye wide, and tears streaming down half his aghast face as suddenly as he saw the woman’s face.
Makoto Makimura. He hasn’t seen this woman in 13 years, hoping to never see her again, especially like this. She was at the center of a conspiracy back in the 80s. Majima had been tasked with killing her at first, but decided against it, deciding to protect this poor woman from her fate. Unfortunately for Majima, he grew attached to the formerly blind woman.
After deciding she was too innocent for a man like himself, after the events of the Conspiracy, after she regained her sight and unable to recognize the crazily dressed man before her, Majima decided to leave her with her Doctor, who also had taken a liking to Makoto.
Now, after all these years, Majima sees her again in the worst way possible, sitting in a pool of her own blood after someone connected to the Tojo got pissed off at the wrong doctor. He was speechless, livid, in total despair... but those feelings were interrupted once again by the noise that brought him here in the first place. A small cry, coming from just outside the pool of blood on the floor. Majima, mind still reeling from what he had just happened upon, gingerly walks over to where the cry is coming from… finding a swaddled baby laying on the floor, crying quietly. He picks it and looks it over. It’s a baby boy. Suddenly his ears pick up sirens in the distance. His mind, not even thinking, his heart nearly jumping out of his ribcage with the adrenaline, just has him hold the baby tight and he bolts out the door, sneaking through the crowds as the baby cries in his arms, rain falling on both of them.
Later…
Majima is sitting in front of Shimano, his own patriarch, trying to keep his cool and not outright stab him right now. “Who… ordered the hit on the doctor you had me clean up?” Majima asked his superior. “Don’t fucking start with me, Majima. You didn’t even fucking properly clean up the place and now cops are all over the fucking place. GET OUT.” Shimano barked in Majima’s face, spit flying out of his large mouth. Majima just nodded, “I... understand…” Hanging head he starts walking out of the room. When he finally gets back to his home, he sits at the table and has a drink. He has no idea what to do. He can’t fucking turn the kid in into the police, because his glove prints are all over the crime scene, and unfortunately, he’d rather not be charged with kidnapping a kid, as he’d most likely miss the release of Kiryu. After thinking long and hard, he just fucking gives up and decides to pass the kid off on his own. Probably just say it’s from a Hostess date gone wrong to his subordinates. He sighs and looks at the baby he left on an inflatable mattress and pillow. ‘This is going to complicate things’ he thought. He keeps looking at the kid and just silently starts crying out of his eye…
Later he decides to name the child… Kazuma Majima, because he’s got a feeling the kid’s going to go places in life, and feels a dedication to Kiryu-Chan is appropriate enough.
God this is going to make life a lot harder than I meant it to be...