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Nishitani Gou or Majima Gou, Depending When and Who You Ask [image credit: my girlfiend]
Me:
when youre a baby butch whos gone his whole life surrounded by violent men w/barely any restraint and then you run into Kiryu
feels a little like unstoppable force meeting immoveable object, except gou's force came to a screeching halt the moment kiryu told him to look
Gf:
YEAH GOD
and at first he doesn't want to cuz who does this ojisan think he is
gou is the goddamned prince of kamurocho
but then he's like fuck it, i'll look, whatever ojisan
and he looks. and for the first time he Sees
Me:
prince gonna find out dragons are above something as petty as royalty
god. that girl. she looked as scared of gou as the guy harassing her. ain't that a kick in the dick?
Gf:
a huge one. it knocks the wind out of him
he doesn't ever want a girl to look at him like that, but... how many times have they, and he just ignored it? looked right through it?
it was normal . it Is normal, isn't it? this is how you solve a damn problem. it's permanent. it ain't clean but it gets the damn job done and why does that look make his insides curdle
Me:
kiryu waits to see what he'll do. he'll likely scoff, claim nothing's wrong, like kids his age and his temperament tend to do. but he can see cogs turning in that head, and he hopes he's gotten through at least some of that thick skull.
Gf:
"... hey, sis... it's okay, I ain't gonna hurt ya," he says to the girl, like he's forgotten Kiryu's there, but of course he hasn't
his chest hurts.
Me:
The girl startles, then nods in a hurry, like somebody trying to appease a feral stray. "N-no, of course you wouldn't." she's grateful, she is, but guys like this, half the time they play the hero to get what the first guy was trying for to begin with
Gf:
gou doesn't ever want it, to be seen as a guy like that. it's against everythin' he fights for. but the way he does it, the way he thought was right, it scares her, this girl he just wanted to protect. so he drops his bloodstained bat, backs off with his hands lifted, and shrugs his shoulders. "Thanks , ojisan," he spits at Kiryu, like this is all his fault, and he turns tail, runs, before he ends up puking bile on the guy broken and bleeding on the kamurocho street
Me:
The sound of aluminum clanging against the asphalt makes her startle again, and Kiryu scowls. But the kid turns tail, and the girl is safe, so he supposes things have worked out, in a way. He nods to her. "You can go home now, miss." She nods and scurries away, glad to be free of all that. Kiryu waits for her to disappear behind the corner, then picks up the bat, familiar in a way he can't quite place. He'll clean it up with those trusty pocket tissues and keep it for the time being. Might be he runs into the kid again.
Gf:
meanwhile gou runs home to majima. he wants to whine about that encounter and how stupid it was, how stupid his kiryu-chan is, but somethin' keeps him from it.
Me:
OH BOY.... majima's always happy to receive his kiddo! Haww, what's with the long face, princess? Some hot babe turn ya down? Don't know what they're missin'!
Gf:
gou enjoys being daddy's lil princess as much as ever but. it feels weird today, too, after how Kiryu made him look earlier
he sighs, putting his face in his hands as he sits at a table and props his elbows up on it
"... I scared 'er, Daddy."
Me:
majima, arm slung encouragingly on Gou's shoulders, pulls back to cock his head quizzically "Haw?"
Gf:
"Scared the shit outta her. Ya ever realize that? How bad we scare people? I was only tryin' to help, this guy was gonna do god-knows-what, 'n I went at him with my bat, but she... looked at me, like I was just like 'im. "
and kiryu-ojisan, that bastard, he made gou look, he made him See
Me:
he and Gou talk all the time, but he doesn't remember having such a dreaded parent and child conversation since lil Gou came crying to him about blood coming out his cooch. Majima puffs up with parental wisdom. "See, kiddo, if ya ain't keep people scared, they don't learn how to behave," he says, with nearly two decades of Shimano's guidance on his shoulders, "And if some chick thinks yer anything like that gutter scum, she oughta be getting her brain checked!" That makes him mad , actually - that anyone would dare confuse his princess with that .
Gf:
gou is mad, too, he's infuriated , that anyone would ever make him doubt the way he and his family have been doing things all his life. but even as he listens to Majima rant, nodding along, something feels wrong.
Me:
majima pats gou's back, more like smacks it, really, in his intensity. "Either they fear ya or ya fear them, Gou-kun. Ain't any other way than that." even then, there's a part in Majima that doesn't mean it. but he's buried it, down, down, down, down with memories of sotenbori, like he smothered it all in the muddy riverbed.
Gf:
Gou masks his flinch with a hard sigh and a shrug of his shoulders. "Yeah. Yer right, Daddy." but even as he says it, that doubt creeps, creeps along
Me:
Majima hears it, but he'll stay strong. "Thassright, yer Daddy's never wrong, kiddo!"
Gf:
Gou wants so badly to keep believing that...
Me:
"How 'bout we go slam a few at the battin' cages, eh? Bet that'll cheer ya right up!"
Gf:
Gou perks up at that... then slumps, pounding a fist on the table. "Shit! I left my bat back there... that was my favorite one!"
Me:
no... NO!!! "Aw, dontcha worry, Gou-kun, Daddy'll getcha a new one!"
Gf:
Gou can't help but smile at that, even as his heart tugs in his chest. Kiryu probably grabbed the damn thing... he's gonna have to track down the old man and get it back -_-
but for now he'll go blow off some steam at the batting cages
Me:
yeahhh >:)
thinking abt gou knowing exactly who that ojisan is bc majima complains abt his shit fashion Guys always wearin that stupid grey suit... no sense of style!!!
Gf:
yeah. unmistakable
Me:
about to taunt kiryu abt being the guy everybody creams themselves over but then he made him Look
and its all downhill from there…
but at least he gets to bat with daddy now nothing matters when you get those home runs!!!!!
and then it's back to chasing after sweet, sweet kiryu-chan
or waiting patiently for him at the millenium tower, as it were
officer majima, at yer service!!
Gf:
ITS HIM
kiryu <-- not clueless but doesnt know what to expect after getting nishida's text and heading there
Me:
GEHEHEH
majima: stop in the name of the law, kiryu-chan!!!
Gf:
kiryu: oh great a cop--.........
-_-
majima-san....
Me:
majima: .D
"We heard reports of a guy rampagin' with a bat and a dagger, so the Majima family's on the case!" *SALUTES
Gf:
"Wouldn't that be you?"
though he does have a bat on him.... hmm, something tickles at the back of his brain
Me:
"Whaaaat, a law abidin' officer like me?! What're ya sayin', Kiryu-chan!"
Gf:
"You're not an officer, Majima-san," Kiryu sighs, long-suffering
Me:
"First ya 'cuse me of bein' the perp, now ya doubt my credentials! That's it, Kiryu-chan, spread 'em!"
Gf:
Incredible
”Fine. If it will get you to leave me alone, go ahead and search me. I've got nothing to hide from you."
Me:
majima cackles and wiggles his fingers ominously before leaping in it's more a groping than a search, a feeling over fine muscles, thighs and biceps and pecs, and maybe finally thickheaded Kiryu-chan will get some inkling of the depth of Majima's feelings for him? but then - "Aha! What's this!" he grabs the handle of the bat, rips it out, and his grin dies into a look of shocked recognition. "Where'd ya get this?"
Gf:
Kiryu can't think too much about the way those nimble hands pat over him, he won't. Thankfully, it's stopped short when Majima finds the bat, and he scoffs, looking over to his face. "I figured it was from one of your lackeys. Guess I was right. He really did a number on some goon with it."
Me:
Majima doesn't have time to go crazy over his libido going unrewarded yet another time, not even to continue his contraband spiel. He lets his hand drop, the bat hanging as familiar a threat as ever in his grip. He gives Kiryu a strange look, then bares his teeth in a grin. "Haw? And what, ya give the kid a lesson, Kiryu-chan?"
Gf:
"Yes. He needed to look at what he was doing. The girl he was trying to protect was terrified of him in the end."
Me:
Majima's grin dies once more, but it goes deeper this time, more than a startled gawking. It's like ink poured through water, swirling in. He bares his teeth, brandishes Gou's bat. "Aintcha the goody two shoes," he hisses, "Well, I found contraband on ya, so how good even are ya?! Now ya gotta pay for yer crimes!"
Gf:
Kiryu has struck a nerve. He huffs, rolls his neck and cracks his knuckles, readying his stance. "Come at me, then. I'll deal with you myself, Majima-san."
Me:
Oh, Majima goes at him. It's not the cackling fun he has anytime Kiryu finally gives in to a fight - the Mad Dog's mad, and ready to take it out on Kiryu. He’s been holding back with Kiryu, seeing how the guy’s not at full power yet, but he loosens up tonight, an edge to his fury it's like he's become the Demonfire himself.
Gf:
He figures criticizing Majima's leadership is what got him here. Kiryu is ready to take him on, and he does, all the while thinking how similar that kid wielded the bat to his boss. Must really look up to him...
Me:
Majima likes to think following Kiryu around, poking him for what makes him tick, will help him understand. But he also hopes it'll make Kiryu understand him , that he'll see how stupid he is for having those stars in his eyes that Majima ripped off his own long ago. And now Kiryu's trying to rub them on his kid's, trying to clutter them up. Majima may end up flat on his back from the power of that Dragon, even incomplete as it is, but he looks at Kiryu like he means to keep going, like it'll truly be life and death now. But he can't do that. Not yet, anyway. Not till Kiryu's got it all back. "Hmph... Looks like my trainin's been payin' off."
Gf:
As Kiryu fights Majima, maybe he starts to see a bit more, too. How much Gou really looks like Majima, along with how closely their fighting styles resemble one another. Is that kid Majima's bastard? he finds himself thinking as Majima is laid flat. Kiryu heaves for air, as winded by these fights as ever, and that look in his eye cements a fact he already halfway knew; he could never kill Majima. "Mm. It would be a lie to say I haven't been improving, thanks to you." But something in that eye...
Me:
The schnozz on the kid looked real familiar, didn’t it? But there’s more to that kid than Majima, of course, takes two to tango and all that. Majima stares at Kiryu, unwitting of whatever's going on in that beautiful head of his. At least those words make him grin, his eye sparkle. "Thassright. But ya ain't close to what ya were yet, not by a long shot."
Gf:
He takes more after his pops at first glance, that's for sure, but he's got plenty of Majima in him. Kiryu wouldn't know about the other dad . He doesn't know what to do with that smile, that bright eye, so he turns away, dusting off his jacket and trousers. "I'll get there," he assures Majima.
Me:
"Ya better!" Majima screams, enthused, having completely forgotten about Kiryu messing with his kid. Whatever, not like it'll come up again. He just needs to focus on his Kiryu-chan, on getting him strong, maybe get a little something more on the way.
And now he's got his baby girl's favorite bat to give to him! It all works out, don't it.
Gf:
IT DOES WORK OUT....
gou: excited abt getting his bat back but also. does that mean kiryu told him about what happened... oh Great
Me:
PSHHHHH its fine
hes got his bat now, so who cares what some square said!
Gf:
gou: *cares. is haunted
Me:
WHO CARREEESSssss
just hang out with yer pops! kick back!
watch some idiot be an idiot and get on majima's bad side
the whack of majima's bat against one of his guys' ribs really is not as alien as it ought to be
Gf:
it's not. gou is so damn used to it. but now he's thinking about it more and shit
Me:
the other guys look used to it, too, but still some of them wince in sympathy, especially the new additions to the family and Majima doesn't stop
Gf:
"Daddy, enough," Gou says with a strained laugh, reaching out to grab his shoulder
Me:
Even the guys who may have been chortling along fall quiet the moment Gou steps forward. They stare, eyes wide.
Majima's never hurt his kid before, as far as they all know, but nobody's ever tried to stop him during a rampage, either.
It's so unprecedented Majima doesn't even react first, like the possibility is so impossible it takes his brain a moment to process it. Then he turns to Gou with a scowl of confusion, arm raised for the next blow. "Haw? Daddy's busy here, Gou-kun."
Gf:
"He got the message. His ribs're gonna be killin' him for a week, at least. Just... lay off, yeah?" Gou says it all casual even as his guts roil. He feels an unbearable urge to shit his brains out and vomit simultaneously, somehow manages to bear it with a grin. "Isn't there some sayin' about how a great leader knows restraint!"
Me:
Majima turns to face him in full now - slow and calculated like he just did two seconds ago when that guy pissed him off. But there's none of the chilly rage on his face, no, just absolute bafflement, his arm coming on down to let the bat clank against the ground. Then he grins meanly. "I ain't killin' him, am I?" TOTALLY restrained.
Gf:
Gou shrugs. He's just relieved Majima put down the bat, and tries to ease the conversation along with a pat on his dad's arm. "Yeah, you ain't! And he definitely gets the point now, so there's no reason to waste any more time with him, right." And he gestures to the guy whimpering on the ground, pale and fearful, clutching at his ribs. He doesn't even remember what he did to piss the boss off so bad, the pain is all he can think about, along with his terror. Gou's seen it a million times before, seen worse.
Me:
That grin falls and Majima looks at Gou with that bafflement again, like he's trying to figure out a puzzle he oughta have solved hours ago. "... get out," he says. The guys around shift uneasily and Majima snarls, smashing the bat loudly against the floor. "Ya deaf or somethin'!? Get the fuck out, all 'o ya! " he yells at them, sending the lot scattering like roaches. He turns to Gou, making it clear he's meant to stay. They got shit to talk about.
Gf:
Even the guy who had been receiving the brunt of Majima's rage manages to get up on two feet and scamper off along with the rest. Gou watches them, then looks to Majima. He's not afraid of him, hell no. He'd never hurt him, not like that . He is nervous, though. Talkin' about shit like this, it ain't gonna be easy. "What?" he grunts, crossing his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes in a very teen-aged fashion.
Me:
Gou being scared of him, that'd break Majima, just how that girl broke Gou. He waits for all the trash to get out, door slammed behind them, and then it's just the two of them. "That's my line! What's gotten into ya, kiddo?"
Gf:
Lucky for Majima, his baby girl loves him to a fault. He glares at him, though, and waves a hand as he says rather loudly, "That Kiryu-chan of yours, that's what!"
Me:
Ah . That's right.
Majima had frankly forgotten, with the joy of giving his princess his bat back, with the sudden fit of rage. His face blanks with shock first, then twists in an uncomfortable anger. "And what're ya doin' listenin' to anythin' that guy says, huh?"
Gf:
That pisses Gou off. His face twists, too, like father like daughter, and he lunges toward Majima, arms held out. "I thought you had nothin' but respect for that guy! Yer practically jumpin' down his throat all over town!" and he waves those arms.
Me:
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck . Last thing he needs is his own damn kid confronting him about Kiryu, of all things. Majima shrugs as nonchalantly as he can, looking away from the frantic display. "Just cuz he's the only guy in this town who can handle me don't mean he knows half the shit he's talkin' about, awright!?"
Gf:
"I think he does know this time. When I saw the way that girl was lookin' at me, Daddy, I swear, it was... it was like my heart stopped. That ain't who I wanna be. I wanna make girls like her feel safe. I wanna protect 'em, I wanna be their home...! This shit ain't it." and he gestures at Majima's bat
Me:
Majima's grip tightens on his bat, like he means to use it. His teeth grit, his dark eye shakes with an ache he hasn't let himself feel in seventeen years. He lifts the bat, gesturing with it. "That... That shit's gonna get ya killed, kiddo," he says, low, gruff, and pained, "Or worse." His teeth grind together. "It's gonna do the same to Kiryu-chan, one a these days." And isn't he doing his damn best to stop that from happening?
Gf:
Gou frowns at Majima, and he steps back a few paces, eyeing the bat warily. He's never laid a finger on him... but with a guy as volatile with his dad, couldn't that change?
"Well, I don't wanna live in a world where I gotta make girls cry to prove myself. Ain't. Fuckin'. Happenin'."
Me:
Even one twitch of Gou's body would've been enough to tear Majima up. But he steps away from him, like he's expecting him to bite, and Majima wishes he were dead. He drops his bat like it burned him through the glove, chases after Gou in supplication. "I ain't tellin' ya this shit cuz I like it, Gou-kun, it's cuz that's just the damn world we live in!" He wants to reach for him, but suddenly he's afraid of his own hands. He gestures wildly at the air. "Ya do yer best, ya try ta keep the girl safe, and ya lose so much more than ya even realized ya had ." He remembers Lee, he remembers how Nishitani's body shook with every blast from the gun. He wonders, with dawning horror, if he would abandon Makoto if he was meeting her today.
Gf:
Gou does flinch when Majima comes after him, but at least he leaves the bat behind. He crosses his arms over himself and looks away, out toward a nearby window, eyes narrow and mouth twisted. It's obvious his old man's been through a shit-ton. Still...
Me:
That flinch may as well have been a bat to the face. Majima staggers back like it was. He stares at him, at his kid, at the light of his life, apple of his single remaining eye. And he thinks his Daddy would hurt him. Majima feels sick. He feels fragile. He needs to make this right, somehow, but more importantly - He's gotta beat the shit out of the Dragon of Dojima. That's what he's gotta do. He turns away, he grabs the bat. He takes two long strides through the room, tears a door open, and slams it behind him.
Gf:
He turns his head sharply to watch as Majima moves back, takes the weapon back up, leaves. Gou has an idea of where he's goin', and he ain't gonna stop him. Not that he could.
He will whip out his phone, though, and ring up pops. Just wants to hear his voice, get some comfort. He may be another crazy bastard, but hey.
Kiryu: wandering the streets smokin' a cig and thinkin' about what comes next...
Me:
😭😭😭
Nishitani is ALWAYS ready to pick up for his princess. Even when he's caught mid-fuck. That's how much he loves this damn kid.
what comes next: a fucking home-run swing at his skull is what
Gf:
kiryu: ! *JUST BARELY DODGES IT
"Shit!"
"Majima-san, you could have killed me!" he shouts with a glare, reeling to face him with fists raised
Me:
the bat hits the concrete wall so hard it chips it. the resounding clang echoes down the street, the thing nearly goes flying out of Majima's hands. He holds onto it, the momentum making him stagger nonetheless.
His eye looks at Kiryu with a mad look, unlike any before. Like when Kiryu showed him the bat in front of the Millennium Tower, but it’s grown exponentially. He holds his bat up again. "Maybe that's the idea, Kiryu ." And he swings again.
Gf:
Looks like it's another wild fight, and Kiryu's barely recovered from the last one after a few bowls of ramen and some energy drinks. He readies himself for it as best he can, though Majima will get a few grazing hits here and there, with that rabid assault.
the intensity of Majima referring to him without the honorific really sends home how pissed he is
and it's gotta be because of that kid.
Kiryu knows his best bet is to wear Majima out til he can't swing the bat around anymore, but that's hard-fought
Me:
That's a smart Kiryu-chan, figuring Majima out like that. Majima shows him just how mad a mad dog can be, the air filling with clangs of his bat missing home instead of his delighted screeching and cackling. He gets Kiryu a good few times but it's not enough, it's not , but either Kiryu's grown too fast or rage's making him sloppy, and he gets worn out, just like Kiryu wants. At least, enough that he takes a pause to breathe, though still he glares like he means to leap at Kiryu's jugular as soon as he gets the opening. "What the fuck do ya think yer doin', huh!? Puttin' ideas into my kid's head!?"
Gf:
"So he is yours," Kiryu grunts through his own heavy breaths, not letting his guard down yet. He doesn't have Majima figured out, not really, but it would take a fool to miss the gleam to his eye. "I didn't put anything in his head, Majima-san. I only told him to look, that was all, look at what he was doing. Whatever he took from it, that was all on what he saw."
Me:
Majima bristles, a stray with his hackles up. "Shaddup! Shaddup, shaddup, shut the fuck up!" He's never been this angry in his life - no, no, he has, he has been, when he saw Makoto's body on the floor, blood blooming on her gut. It terrifies him. It terrifies him that all the manic affection he holds for Kiryu can get flipped like a coin like this.
It terrifies him that he wants to believe in all that hogwash of his, still.
His gloved hand flexes on the bat's handle, like teeth chewing on their bone. "What I teach him... it's ta keep him safe," he snarls, "And you... You ..." His jaw works. "Ten years in the damn clink and ya ain't learned yer lesson, have ya, Kiryu-chan?" He smirks meanly. "That brother o' yers has, though."
Gf:
Kiryu was composed, as much as one could be after a fight with the Mad Dog. He was , until Majima brings up Nishikiyama. His face changes: rage, sorrow, regret, despair. He looks at Majima with his dark, furrowed eyes, shimmering with tears which refuse to spill, and he shakes his head from side to side, clenching his jaw against the scream which refuses to release.
"My kyoudai... you leave him out of this, Majima."
when he speaks, the words are low, tremulous.
Me:
Majima's head cocks, his grin spreads till it nearly splits his face, even as his chest twists with an ugly thing settled in his ribs. "Haw? Hit a sore spot?" he taunts, and it's too late to back down. Only way is forward, no regrets. Balls out. "Ya know, when they first gave him his family, I heard he was doin' his best to be a real goody two-shoes, just like ya'd be. Helpin' civilians. Community outreach and shit." He sways the bat lazily. "See where that got 'im, huh? Nowhere good."
Gf:
"Nishiki, he... They've played him, tied their strings in places he won't see. They try to collar you, but you bite their hands away. I won't deny you've been stronger than my kyoudai. But it was not his kindness that did this to him. I was his weakness. His lack of power, of will. And that... it was all my fault, in the end. I tried to take the reins of his destiny for my own, thinking I would help him. Here I am again, never having learned my lesson... That my help could only ever be a burden to those around me. Majima, I... please, forgive me."
Kiryu drops into a sharp bow from his waist, arms stiff at his sides, eyes fixed on Majima's shoes. The near-hysteria of his rambling words has built in his chest to a hard shuddering manner of breath. His hands clench into fists so tight, his blunt nails cut at the flesh of his palms.
Me:
Majima was bracing himself for it, for the Dragon to leap right out of Kiryu's skin, to come take him and leave him a splatter on the dirty walls of Kamurocho, for whatever's sleeping under that controlled surface to break out like it's always meant to be, unshackled and deranged, to make its claim on the world that was born for it.
It doesn't come.
Majima can't even gloat over knowing what he's always known, that there was no way Kiryu offed his own damn patriarch, cause he keeps talking, and he apologizes--
Majima lifts the bat in the air, holds it up in a trembling hold. He throws it to the side, sending it off to clang against pavement and wall. Then he brings his fists onto Kiryu's shoulders, weak, exhausted, childish. "The fuck is wrong with ya, Kiryu-chan!?" he asks, clutching at the shoulders of his suit, "The fuck... are ya doin', sayin' all this shit?" He bows his head in, presses his nose into the back of Kiryu's head that he was just about to smash open like a melon not minutes ago. He can't relish the closeness of it, not when he's shaking, spilling tears into the gelled hair. "Yer a fuckin'... Fuckin' idiot is what ya are!" And he sobs before he can stop himself.
Gf:
Kiryu keeps bowed, so Majima may end it, not thinking of all that remains unfinished. He does not, he comes close, he touches him, closer, and Kiryu aches to take him in his arms. A terrifying compulsion, one which makes him ache to pull away at the same time, but he stays. Tears run from his eyes, streak off his cheeks and onto the pavement below. After a moment, one trembling hand reaches up, clasps the back of Majima's neck. "Majima... I'm so sorry... Majima," he whispers through his own sobs, speaking of so much more than this.
Me:
What the fuck is wrong with him , Majima wonders as he stays clung to the big guy, spilling his tears onto him like some stupid kid. But he can't pull away, he can't let go, even if this is the last way he would've ever wanted to embrace Kiryu. Kiryu touches him, Kiryu calls for him, and Majima's so damn scared his knees nearly give out under him. "Kiryu-chan... It's fucking terrifyin', ain't it?" he whispers, and he doesn't know what he means, just that he's got this cold stone sitting in his chest. "Everythin' fuckin' happens, and ya can't do shit," he keeps going, his breathing heavy, "And ya don't even got a kid, but lemme tell ya, it gets a hundred fuckin' times scarier when its their turn."
Gf:
Kiryu nods, not as though he understands (which he does, only partially, the terror, that everything happens) but to show that he hears Majima, that he is listening. His heart wrenches for the man, for all he must have gone through to turn out the way he has... "Majima..." he whispers his name again, squeezes the back of his neck. He wishes he could be better, that he could save them all. His family, his brothers, his friends, this city.
If he doesn't, who will?
Me:
Majima stays like that for a long moment, trembling, breathing in what he's sure are gel fumes straight from Kiryu's hair. But he smells Kiryu too, the sweat he's worked up from their tussling, and he feels his fucking hand . It makes his insides coil and twist so violently it's like the snakes on his shoulders have gone traitor, slipped right under his skin for a try at his organs.
He straightens up, yanks Kiryu up with him. He presses their foreheads together so forcefully it's almost a headbutt. But he presses the side of his nose against Kiryu's, too, bares his teeth against his mouth. They breathe together for a moment and then, just as quickly, he pulls away, pushes Kiryu off. He turns on his heel and picks up his discarded, bent bat, and stalks off into the dark of the alley.
Gf:
Kiryu is broken from a trance when Majima moves them both up from their bent positions, thinks his intentions are a headbutt, to knock some sense into him. Then it isn't, then their mouths are touching; it isn't a kiss, it is a kiss. He shares Majima's breath, greedy for it as he has never been for anything else. It ends before it begins, too soon, and Kiryu reaches after him with a futile hand brushing the back of his jacket. Majima is gone. Kiryu is left wanting, crying, aching.
Alone.
Me:
That touch feels like the slice of a tantou over Majima's skin. He carries it with him, pounding, throbbing, an open wound there's no way to heal.
At least, right now, he knows what he's gotta do, and he makes a bee-line for the family HQ. He can only hope Gou-kun didn't run off just like he did.
Gf:
Lucky(?) for Majima, Gou is right outside the building, having a smoke of his own, staring at the neon lights of the city with his collar popped up against the chill of the night air, brows drawn down in an expression that may give his father the sense of looking in a mirror, to the past of his youth.
He looks up when he notices Majima approaching, takes a long drag of the smoke, exhales it with defiance.
Me:
Majima doesn't feel lucky in any sense of the word. He's tired, feels his age heavy on his bones. He looks at his lil Gou, looking just like his Daddy did once, young and two-eyed. He sits beside him, slumping all that weight that somehow his wiry frame carries with it everywhere he goes. He pulls a cigarette out his jacket, lights up, blows a cloud of smoke to join Gou's. "Ya wanna know what yer pops told me, the day I thought he'd died?"
Gf:
Gou is quiet to begin with, even after Majima speaks up, looking away from him and up toward the smoggy sky. It always makes him sad, but it's not like he knows any different, a city girl through and through. Another drag, another exhale, and he finally replies, "What'd he say."
Me:
Majima's scared again, when Gou doesn't reply. But he's patient, breathing smoke in deep, cuz the Kamurocho smog doesn't carry nicotine like a good cig does. He sighs it out, flicking the ash aside.
"He said... Fuck the consequences, and blaze yer path on yer own terms." He stares at the sky, too, then drops his head, turns to look right at Gou, the closest to starlight this miserable city has got. "And I'm tellin' it to ya now. Yer Daddy's been a real old fool, Gou-kun." He shakes his head, ashamed of himself. "Ya wanna make the world a place where girls don't gotta cry? Fuck it. Do it. And if anybody tries standin' in yer way... That's what we taught ya for."
Gf:
The Prince of Kamurocho listens to Majima's every word, hangin' off 'em like he always has since he could understand spoken language. Regardless of the night's events, he's always gonna be Daddy's lil princess... and what he has to say, it gets Gou lookin' at him again, a smile spreading over his face. It's radiant, a supernova of happiness, and it doesn't take more than a second for him to toss an arm over Majima, leaning in close, a little kid again. "Yeah, old fool ," he jeers with all the love in the world. "... thanks, Daddy. Don'tcha worry, I got it handled. Gonna blaze my own path, that's for damn sure. Gonna be a knight in shinin' armor, and make every girl in Kamurocho smile so bright, it'll leave the whole city blazin'!"
Me:
That smile, it washes everything away, and if Majima didn't get it before he'd definitely get it now. It's not worth it, is it, if it ain't making his princess smile. He really was a fool, a fucking idiot even, but the world's decided to throw him a bone by making sure Gou's not scowling at him no more. He puffs up and cackles, wraps his arms around him, squeezes him like he means to empty the air right outta his lungs. "Aahh, that's my name, don't wear it out," he laughs, so fucking relieved he feels his bones are about to melt outta his flesh. "Damn fuckin' right ya do. Wouldn't trust anyone else to do it, Gou-kun. Ya go out there and make me proud, huh!?" And if anything gets too big for lil Gou, well... Majima's guys may be terrified of the Mad Dog, but they love his pup as much as he does. He wouldn't even have to give the word.
Gf:
Gou cackles along with his dad, happy to have the air squeezed out of him, to know they're alright again. It ain't gonna be perfect from here on out, but hell, nothin' ever is. Then he's shoving back to look at Majima again, finishing off the last long drag of his smoke before snubbing it out in the nearby standing ashtray he had installed to stop all the guys from littering their butts all over the place. "So, ya found Kiryu-ojisan, then? How'd that go?" and he gives him a meaningful look.
Me:
Two hyenas cackling away, they are, and what better sound could be found in the streets of Kamurocho? Whatever the hell's gonna happen from now on, Majima just knows that whatever it takes to make Gou's dream come true, he's gonna pave the damn way himself if he's gotta. He takes a long drag. "Now that , kiddo," he says, all parental eminence, "Is somethin' yer gonna have to wait till yer older." As said by the guy who let Gou know exactly where babies came from as soon as the question came up. Old fool indeed.