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hakoneonii:

despite midousuji’s voice startling him more than he would like to admit, hayato held his cool. he wasn’t necessarily fond of the man … but he also wasn’t bold enough to display his distaste for the man up front. 

“singing?” it was strange to hear the other’s disgusting voice begin to sing. but rather than opposing to it, he just played along to save the argument. “i fished for minnow in that river. i still dream of those days even now.” he sang the next two lines, keeping his voice low as he did so.

Baring his pearly whites to the HakoGaku sprinter, he tended his head a little, snorting and cackling amused, leaning in a little bit as they were cycling down the lane; it was just too good -- to meet the straight-line demon of Hakone, right?! And to push him over his limits? What else would have been better!? Maybe to crush his spirits entirely...

Though, he was not expecting the other to actually sing along -- if anything, he wanted him to be shocked by the mention of chasing rabbits... Akira was known for his mind games and the psychological terror that he urged onto others -- but to see that redhead being so... collected, it was not planned. Not at all.

Yet, he would not let that cross out his possibilities, simply going with the flow. “I still dream of those days even now!” The taller urged out as loudly as he could, though his singing was not as talented as his cycling, really. But this was not about a nice karaoke time with friends, nor was it about getting praise for his singing, no, no. Cocking his head to the side as he stared at the other, not even letting him continue the song with another line. “Wait up, Rinta-kun... I want to redo that medley of ours! Come to think, come to think... if anyone, YOU should have the HONOURS of the first line of that song, pp--pffff--piiii-- you seem to have more experience CHASING DOWN RABBITS, don’t you, Riiiiinnnntaaaaa-kuuuuun??? I don’t know what it’s like to chase rabbits... it sounds really, really, reaaaaallymean, too... fishing for minnows is rather something I could vaguely relate to, hhhhhhhhhhhhaaah.” Snapping his teeth together in a loud sound, he smiled at the other viciously... “So, let’s redo... 

せえの...!!!”

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Sink your Teeth in | Bōsōzoku!AU

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speedmcn:

midousuji had a voice that one could recognize even through the loud murmur of crowds – it was hard to miss that hissing, slimy tone that he used. it reverberated through his skull, making his eyes twitch out of sheer irritation. naruko tried not to be agitated with his own height, considering that it was something out of his own control … but the way that the man leaned down in front of him, attempting to get on a similar height, it made him want to deck that stupid, perfect smile. 

“is that drool or your brain oozing out of your mouth, slime ball. this is my territory.” naruko wasn’t much for petty arguments – but if there was anyone that brought that out of him … it was midousuji akira & imaizumi shunsuke. they were the two people that could make the tiger bear his fangs so openly. 

searching for trouble without a reason was incredibly boring to him, if anything he’d rather be in his own base playing cards with some of his guys, or out scouting some cute girls. it was pointless to try & start personal fights with other gang leaders, if anything it was wiser to make friends, not enemies. it was a good tactic to make sure that you had a few people in your debt. of course, midousuji wasn’t a fan of being friends — all of their ties with lizard hell came from when they were still under original management. it was a real tragedy what happened to ishigaki, but it was just business. naruko couldn’t say that the lizard hell leader was a truly bad guy for it, considering that he’d been snagging men’s loyalty from underneath shunsuke’s ( and now teshima’s ) nose ever since he first started. men were attracted to power & he had plenty of it. 

“i don’t need to steal them, they’ll come willingly.” the redhead said, never missing an opportunity to be arrogant about his own empire – after all, he built it from the ground up. was it really arrogance when he truly was as successful as he said? “i’m sure you lose men daily with the way you treat them. soon it will only be you.” midousuji was strong, but there was only so far that one could get when ruling by fear, rather than family bonds. eventually, the lot of them would realize that they could escape his tyranny & work under someone else. 

Puffing his cheeks out as he contained laughter within, still snickering and cackling behind pressed lips as he muffled himself more with one hand against his mouth. “Slime... ball... slime ball slime ball... you seem to be REALLY confused, chicken-headed bean... usually... it’s SEAWEED that’s slimy slimy slimy yucky--kYAHA--!” Barely fazed by the other’s commentary about his drooling, he would not let anyone dictate to him how he had to behave -- let alone, someone that much smaller and insignificant than him...! Whenever people were talking -- no matter the content -- it was like buzzing insects waiting to be slapped against a wall or between two hands if someone was skilful enough to catch them mid-air.

It didn’t take an Einstein to understand the basics of how other gangs looked at Akira: he was a bad guy for taking over Hell’s Angels, making them Lizard Hell underneath his lead and snatching men left and right, as long as they were either potent enough or willing to behave as zakus, willing to give him their loyalty until their legs and arms would be ripped off. He was (as some claimed) an iron fist among gang leaders, most feared him, were terrified of him or simply did not want to be on his bad side. But it was so, so easy to be on his bad side. Take Ishigaki for instance; that man still held tightly upon friendship and all these unnecessary emotional things... GROSS. SO GROSS. Of course, he didn’t think highly of that man. Tsuji and Yamaguchi were only good enough to him because they did as he told him to, like lap dogs. Surely, they may think negatively of Akira, but did he care? No. As long as work got done, it was a good ‘team effort’, so to speak. 

And then... there were people like YOWAIZUMI... or NARUKO. Too weak, too soft, too bendable, too laid-back, too chummy-chummy-buddy-buddy... yuck! YUCK! He could not wrap his head around the idea that the WILD FANG leader was among the BEST gangs ---- how would that work with some laid-back action?! Even Arakita’s style had been more of a controlling and strict one -- so that one was no mystery per se. But that redhead, it pissed him off how he was able to withstand the power-hungry leaders, Yasutomo and Akira, and take a seat among the kings. But before he would get into negative emotions such as these, he’d tell himself how he could easily make use of that situation. How did Ishigaki say... patience... patience... endurance... yes, yes! Yes! That’s it!!

“WILLINGLY-- pfff--hah... hah-ha-ha... ha.” Snickering in an eerie manner, he decided to walk around the man and muster him up, from head to toe, before he stood before him, cocking his head left and right with odd cracking sounds of his neck, baring his teeth as he chomped them down soundfully. “SURELY, people want to go to a gang where the leader will let them do whatever they want... it’s a playground, sitting together in a sandbox, creating sand castles and pretending to be kings. It’s diaper-business... pfff--pupupu----! Everyone wants to slack off and have playtime, playtime, playtime, nobody wants to actually work... キモ。キモイですねー！”

Beady eyes staring at the other as he blinked down at him, his expression bearing a more intrigued yet dull one than previously, when he smiled so annoyingly at the smaller. Midousuji never understood that part: what was so bad about being alone? He really didn’t understand. If anything, if one achieved the same things alone as others did with the help of friends and family, then that must only mean that he was a lot stronger and a lot better at what he did than anyone else, right? Some naive child-like thinking like that, really. There was too much pain coming with relying on other -- they’ll leave, yes. They’ll go. But it didn’t matter -- people walk out of your life and that’s how it goes, but the true pain came when you lost something close to your heart, something that you loved more than anything else. Perhaps he just meant to protect himself from any kind of loss by shutting himself off from emotions and attachments. But either way, he was not weak for that ---- if anything, he had been a lot stronger than his counterparts. 

Blowing raspberries at the other as he suddenly burst out laughing once again, his eyes had gotten smaller as his gaze was averting to the TIGER BOY again. “UuuuuhhhhHHHUUU--! Those who leave were just to weak anyway. Getting rid of DEAD WEIGHT. Is that a bad thing? Wouldn’t you want to get rid of dead weight too?! SAY, SAY... SAAAAY, NARUKO-KUUUUN... that YUUTO... YUUTO YES YES... isn’t he kind of DEAD WEIGHT too?! See, he is soooo dependable on you, always asking for favours, always needing your assistance ---- isn’t it tiring? 

それは面倒くさはないですか？”

It was -- yet again -- another tactic of his; instead of becoming enemies with all of them himself, he would try and divide their alliances and friendships by planting seeds of paranoia inside their brains. That way, he could make use of them, too. It was easy as long as they’d listen to him. “Doesn’t he deserve to get wrecked by Arakita, huuuh? He keeps being BRATTY towards him, and yet you have his back?! That doesn’t look good on a leader, now does it? If you tell me that it’s shady to recruit from other gangs -- then isn’t it just as shady to actively support someone’s disrespectful personal mind-games towards another gang? Do you support his brother complex, Na. Ru. Ko. Kuuuun?” Crunching down his teeth into a wide smile, he tended his head lower, hoping to get somewhere with that kind of backhanded commentary.

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Man-Up | Yakuza!AU

@speedmcn

If someone was going to ask him how many drinks he had that night, he’d say ‘one too many’ for sure. Though, luckily he was not in the situation where he had to answer such stupid questions. And frankly -- he wasn’t even sure how both Naruko and himself found to his apartment, for both of them have had too much booze. They were the type to exaggerate with the beverages, mostly when they were in the mood for it. Perhaps Shoukichi managed for them to get a cab, perhaps he recklessly drove them with a BMW ---- either way, he was home and safe. 

Falling onto his bed, he stared at his ceiling and couldn’t be arsed to actually get undressed, waiting for the other to join him on the mattress, he wouldn’t ask the man to sleep on the couch, and even less ask him to leave. He was not reckless enough for such a treatment -- after all, he behaved like an older brother who looked out for everyone. There was no fibre in his body that would allow such an heinous act. 

Randomly, he started to chuckle and pull the man closer, pulling him in a manner to have him balance on top of him (awkwardly so), batting his lashes at the smaller. “You’re always big talk, Naruko... how about you man up and actually do me?” If he was not flirtatious by nature (and sober) already, then it surely was ten times worse when he had been intoxicated. Snaking a hand underneath the man’s button-up, he felt his way up to the man’s nipple, grinning stupidly. “Fuck me like one of your babes, mhmmm... I dare you... I double-dare you... I double-triple-dare you...---!!!” 

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Beautiful Bride | Fem/Yakuza!AU

@ishiyxn

This was the day he dreaded the most. The day Koutarou-chan was going to marry Arakita. 

It was more than just a simple defeat -- it was as if someone killed him and yet he was able to remain alive somehow; as if his soul and heart had been ripped out from his tired body, but nonetheless he was talking, walking, breathing, existing -- it was an oxymoron in itself, but he could not explain it any other way than that.

Despite Naruko’s advice to avoid the wedding, Kanzaki gave him an empty smile that did not translate into his tired eyes, “Nah, I wouldn’t wanna miss such a beautiful bride for anything in the world.” and waving the redhead off. But it felt surreal, really: it felt as if he was watching a movie, having a seat and glancing at the TV screen, buzzing and interference making the reception odd and almost hypnotising him with that static sound in the back of his head, as if he watched a soap opera in which the two protagonists were getting married and the unimportant sidekick had to suck it up. It did not feel like he was experiencing it in his own body ---- it felt like he was slipping away, eaten alive by the floor beneath him, unable to do anything about his looming death. 

Yes.

Today’s the day Kanzaki Tooji died. Not physically, but mentally, emotionally... and yet he wished that this would take over into the physical realm, too.

Out of all people... it had to be Arakita -- out of all people that could’ve ended up with her, it had to be him. His heart was bleeding metaphorically, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Kanzaki felt as if it was necessary to call an ambulance, for he was bleeding out painfully, but there was no wound, no cause, nothing ---- it was all in his head, but it was so, so real.

As the two arrived at the ceremony, Tooji was zoning out everyone around him; he didn’t care about Kuroda, Tsuji, the boss, anyone -- even if his sister Miki had been present, he’d excuse himself and just wander off -- all he was looking for was the love of his life, the bride. And she was not hard to miss ---- a traditional kimono with the western twist to it, a marriage kimono that had been designed in a manner to mash together Japanese and Western traditions into one -- and any woman would’ve looked awkward, even gaudy in such a dress-up... but she just looked stunning as ever, even with her hair done almost geisha-style, though more chique and dainty. 

Tooji took it upon himself to approach her, carefully, hesitatingly, but bravely nonetheless. He was probably the last person her father wanted to see next to his daughter, but he wouldn’t care. They might as well kill him, he’d probably feel less tortured. 

“Yo, Koutarou-chan.” The brunet stated lamely, waving his hand at her dully, attempting on a smile, though he looked rather exhausted to be frank. “You look gorgeous as ever. I came by to congratulate you...” Of course, these were just polite words -- and he did wish her all the best and all the love in the world. It just hurt. It hurt so much.

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Brotherly | Yakuza!AU

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Ever since the megane boy had been introduced to their casino, Kanzaki took it upon himself to behave as the older brother and wing it. Literally.

Truth be told, as much as he liked Naruko, he knew that the man had something erratic, almost too temperamental about himself -- something that scared the boy more than he’d like to witness. And being the oldest song of the family who had to take care of his younger sister more times than he can count (even now figuratively taking care of her as he made enough money for both of them), he could not see the harm in taking over and taking Sakamichi under his wing instead of Shoukichi’s. Surely the redhead wouldn’t mind -- as long as everyone was buddy-buddy and chummy, he was happy.

Wrapping his arm around the other’s shoulder, shaking lightly to make him loosen up that tense frame. “Yo, Onoda... what do you think, today’s task is going to be? What kind of wild idea Naruko has in petto for us, huh?” Leaning in to smile at the other, he chuckled. “Maybe we should warm up for the gambling, huh? Want me to explain the poker rules again?”

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ＬＯＴＴＯ | Yakuza!AU

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speedmcn:

waving his hands back & forth, the yakuza giggled innocently. “you think you’re gunna catch me red-handed?” he teased, giving his counterpart a toothy grin – he’d be damned if the man could figure out his tactics. he’d been searched, patted down, anything that you could think of to try & find loose cards on him by the scariest gangsters in japan. no matter how much they looked, his image still held clean. “what can i say, my stripes must just be lucky.”

   while he & tooji worked side - by - side, he would never spill his tactics to even his right hand man. naruko was still young & still had a lot of time for success, he couldn’t possibly trust anyone with his sure - fire winning tactics. the moment that someone else knew, they would become ineffective world - wide. he trusted his right hand man, but in the business there was just somethings that were not to be shared – he knew that tooji understood this well, since the other never seriously asked him for the answer. “we weren’t even betting money anyways – one more game, i promise i’ll let you win this time, ka ka ka.” 

though it looked as if they were merely playing around to any on - lookers, the men were there on serious business. it sucked to be shoved around, doing the bosses dirty work, but if it meant that he would get a pretty penny in return, he wouldn’t cry about it. complain, yes – but that was the extent. tossing his hand of cards down on the table, he kicked his shoes on top of the worn - out wood. “these guys were supposed to show up almost 20 minutes ago, you think they are tryin’ to make us wait – fuck ‘em, naruko doesn’t sit around & wait for assholes that think they are too good to make a meeting.” 

It was frustrating to be unable to tell the man’s tricks, really. If anything, he wanted to learn all these things, so he could be able and impress his dearest Koutarou with all the suave card stuff he was able to pull off... instead, here he sat, beaten to his own game yet again. That redhead sure was younger than him, but he knew how to create an illusion to trick people to look one way in order to move his hands another. Tooji was smooth as well, but he wasn’t your regular trickster or jester. 

“Fuck you, man. What stripes, you’re a fucking bluff.” Grabbing his cigarettes instead, he was tired of trying to quit all too much, but every now and then it was just too much for him to take not to have a vent of some sorts, thus going back for the bad habits and the addiction. With the smoke between his lips, trying to light it up with his lighter, he kept talking without looking at his counterpart. “I won’t let you take me on the pity ride, Naruko. I want to win because I am good enough, not because you have to act dumb.” After all, Tooji was a man of honour, despite the way most of the Yakuza looked at him ---- ever since his accident, that is. “I won’t be betting my money on you anyway. I’d be broke. Gotta pay my bills, gotta be a good citizen and do my taxes right...” He joked, while both of them knew that men like them with ‘professions’ as theirs don’t pay taxes, chuckling a little as he took it upon to mix the cards, looking off into the distance to scan the room and more so the entrance.

As he handed out cards for each of them, he nodded then. “Ah, yeah... guess, they either got too scared to play against us, or they got killed by Arakita before they could make it here.” These men were known for the debts they had with the Yakuza -- partially because they did not pay back the boss as they were supposed to, partially they never let them cash out on previous poker events, unable to pay Naruko and Kanzaki the money that they had won off of them. Each and every time, they’ll come here in hopes to make winnings in order to pay back their debts... but either way, it was a game meant for them to lose: even if they had a winning streak, that money would directly flow towards the boss... but the tiger and the brown fox always made sure not to let that happen. 

Looking at his deck of cards, he did not let his facial expression give away how displeased he was; bad cards again. Luck just really was not on his side, no matter what. It seemed as if at some point in his life, fortuna merely kissed him with a Juda’s kiss and from then on, nothing wanted to work: first, the mess up with the kidnapping, then the shot to his knee, then the whole drama about killing him off because he was no use... the only bright side had been Shoukichi to actually take it upon himself and taking Kanzaki under his wings. 

Peeking up from his cards, his free hand taking the cigarette so he could exhale, not even bothering to knock the ash into an tray, more so using the floor for that. “What if Kuroda and Arakita try to drop our business by killing all our ‘clients’...? Shouldn’t we go after them for that?”

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Mr. Fix-It-Up | Bōsōzoku!AU

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“come on, tooooooji, there has to be something you can do. this is my ol’ reliable!!! i can’t trash her like that.” hugging the seat of the bike, he looked up with big eyes at the other – kanzaki was a man he’d know since he was very young & was one of the only people that would ever see him act in such a childish manner. naruko had a reputation on the street, but now they were inside of the other’s auto shop, out of the public eye.

“i’ll pay whatever i gotta, just get her runnin’ again. i’ll do anything !!” it may have been easier to just buy a new bike & customize it, but the one that he already had was something that he had grown very attached to. there was no way that he could just trash it since it would be expensive to fix. as bratty as it sounded, money was not a concern for the gang leader – he was making it pretty good at the top. he wasn’t living like a millionaire, but he wasn’t exactly living like a rat – even if he ultimately chose to. 

“if there is anyone that could get it running again, it’s you.” he said with a laugh, trying to butter the man up. if kanzaki wouldn’t fix it, he wasn’t sure who would. he was the only one that knew how much this bike had gone through with naruko.  

“Not being able to trash her like that and having to do so are two entirely different things, Naruko.” 

While he wiped the sweat from his forehead off on the back of his hand in order to avoid any of the motor’s oil to get onto his face (though he had some stains on his skin already), he sighed deeply, smoking his cigarette hands free as much as he could, the used up ash simply falling onto the ground between his spread legs for he was unable to manually do that kind of labour with two hands at work. “Let’s put it that way. I’d do a lot for you, but giving you a discount on that will not float.” He was a strict man with business -- no matter how good he had known someone or how close they were, money was money and he had to get by, too. Though with the other’s remarks, he could only chortle. “Anything, huh? That’s a lot of things you’d want to do simply for an engine...” Teasing right back, he did not mind to make lewd remarks like these, finally grabbing his cigarette to get rid of the excess ash and exhaling properly. 

“It’ll take the engine at least, once I changed the engine, I may need to see what else is broken; as long as she’s not running, there is no way telling how much is actually broken. Not to mention, she needs a check-up anyway, and chances are that there are other things that are so old, so I should replace them... again... a new bike would be a lot cheaper for you, but I guess, it doesn’t matter how many times I tell ya, you’d still insist.” 

Taking a dirty cloth to wipe his rough hands, he looked at the other. “I don’t have that engine here, I gotta order it. If I order it now, it could be there tomorrow, maybe the day after... then I can work on the rest, if you’re lucky, you can haver her back in two days. If more’s broken and I need to order other parts, it may take one or two more days added. Either you lease a spare one from me for the meantime with added fees, or you’ve gotta use your two stumps to get around town. So what do you say?”

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Pretty Boy & Pretty Girl | Fem/Yakuza!AU

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ishiyxn:

considering that her father was one of the biggest yakuza leaders in japan, it was only natural that he held large meetings where he would invite the vast majority of other leaders to his own home. in these cases, he deemed it far too dangerous for koutarou to stay inside of the house. instead, he sent her in a very nice black car – windows tinted, with two large bodyguards in the front seat in order to send her off to someone elses’ house.

exiting the car, she asked the men if they were at the correct house … considering that she didn’t recognize the exterior. when the men nodded, she was dropped off & left in the dust by the two men. it left her all on her own to go up and ring the doorbell – she didn’t even know who would answer!!　怖いですね.

the man that answered the door was someone that she recognized very easily, someone a bit more familiar than the rest. “yasuhiro-san …” she said quietly, a sigh of relief escaping her. it seemed that her father had given the man even less of a warning that she had. in her hands, she held a note from her father explaining the reasoning behind his daughter’s sudden appearance at his doorstep. “i apologize for knocking on your door so late.” she said, holding the note out for him to take. during these meetings, the only men allowed in the household were her father’s two closest men – arakita yasutomo & tsuji akihisa. she wasn’t sure why of all people, she was taken to yasu-chan’s house to spend the remainder of the night … but she could easily see why tooji-kun was far out of question. 

“i hope that you weren’t in the middle of something, i would hate to be a burden.” though, she knew that the other wouldn’t push her off onto anyone else. if her father was asking a favor of one of his men, it was less than wise to refuse. 

Seeing the surprise on her face when he opened the door was relieving him a lot more than he had imagined it to be; clearly, she was not out to get to him, apparently, she had no idea that she would be knocking at his door. Surely, it was odd for her father to not let her in on any of the business, though on the other hand, he could see why she was protecting her innocence like that. Taking the note with a small nod of his head, he smiled at her as he opened the note carefully, blinking at its contents; it seemed as if the big meeting has been on-going again... the one where not even Naruko was invited. Let alone Yasuhiro, who kept declining the position of a leader. The little remark about Tooji in the note being unfit for being Koutarou’s watch-dog for the night rubbed the blondie the wrong way; surely, him and Tooji had a healthy rivalry going on, they were friends and yet loved to compete with one another, but they held a deep-rooting respect for one another. Seeing how boss treated the man started to stink worse than anything else, but he had to comply... especially as someone who insisted on having less of a word than others.

Moving to the side then, he looked at her and gestured for her to walk into his apartment. “Come in, come in, Ishigaki-san! My home is your home...! Too bad you didn’t bring Tooji with you -- he could’ve entertained us with a round of poker... still didn’t get around to understand the game rules, haha...” After she entered, he closed the door behind them and made sure to lock the door -- twice. He was not the paranoid type unlike Yamaguchi... but he certainly would not want to be tested, or worse, have Koutarou be kidnapped from under his nose and him taking the blame. No set-up like this, no sir!

Kazu gestured for her to take a seat on his couch, bending down a little to smile at her sweetly, almost like old friends would. “You’d like some tea? I was about to make me some... do you like snacks, too?” It was not hard for him to be a good host for any guest; he was used to be pushed into that kind of position by her father, more so now that he could’ve had it all and simply declined. It was -- in every sense -- a test for him. “It’s been a while we have talked about this and that, it almost seems forever, hmmm... any top-secret stuff I’ve got to know -- like if some hitman is after my life...?!” Joking around morbidly, he moved to his open-kitchenette in order to prepare the tea for the two of them.

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[ishiyxn]

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ishiyxn:

she wasn’t sure how her father would react to such a situation – knowing him, he wouldn’t be fazed by the news that his daughter had been taken in by an enemy family. his worry usually did not show or his face, nor his actions. if he acted as if the capture of his daughter was the end of the world, it was only more likely that they would kill her. and if he didn’t hurry? they might kill her just the same. in these sort of situations, she could only really trust her father to make the right decisions for her. blindly, she would place her trust in the man – the same way that she always had. as a civilian, she knew that it was not in her power to make decisions. her job was to sit still & wait for someone to come and save her. in every way, she was a princess. she was locked up in her house … and every time that she was put in a situation that she couldn’t control, she had to sit back and wait for someone to come save her. ishigaki wouldn’t try to save herself either … she knew that she was weaker, dumber, & not armed. she didn’t have the sly brain that it took to be a criminal. not to mention, she wasn’t built very big – the woman was lucky if she measured up to 5’3”, and weighed half as much as any of her father’s men. as terrible as it sounded, she was a ‘kidnappable size’, anyone could pick the woman up, throw her over their shoulder & she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

so far, no one had touched her aside from transporting her to the building & tying her up. for that she was thankful – she didn’t know what usually went on during these times … but something told her that she was lucky to be left to sit in the corner and not face any terror, aside from the mental terror that she was going through. at this point, there was nothing she could do with her phone. all she could hope was that the men noticed she was missing by now & cared enough to check her location.

she was finally coming to peace with the situation, sitting there with her eyes still covered. however – the blissful silence was broken by the sound of someone yelling. it startled her so badly that she wasn’t even able to comprehend the yelling. if she wasn’t so afraid maybe she would have recognized the tone of voice as a man from her father’s men. it seemed unreal. she never thought that her father would actually send someone to save her – she expected her father to make a deal from a safe distance away & make the men who captured her bring her to a specific meeting place, far from the safety of his own home. ishigaki knew that her father would be the absolute last man to come and save her … he had appearances to keep & his own safety to worry about. it made her thoughts wander – was arakita-san worried about her? tsuji-san? kuroda-san? tooji-kun? yasu-kun? naruko-san? they all were kind to her face, but how deep did their worry for her really go? were they worried if the man who was blood - related to her wasn’t even choking up over the disappearance of his own daughter?

once she was able to listen to the voices in the room, she listened to the banter, trying to decipher who was there – hoping that whoever it was, came there in order to bring her back home with them. the voice was certainly not that of naruko-san or arakita-san, they both had easily recognizable voices. tsuji-san and kuroda-san had too deep of a voice for this one to be them. lastly, it wasn’t as airy & playful as yasu-kun. it had to be tooji, from the way that he spoke with a cool - head, to the way he cracked remarks easily to the men. he was always one to be slick with his tongue – it was amazing to know that the man who teased her so kindly, telling her soft words of affection could be so cold when speaking to other criminals.

the rest of what she heard, ishigaki tried to tune out. the terrible sounds of fighting, grunts of pain from both sides. because of the blindfold, she was unable to see what was going on – whether or not tooji was okay & if he was on the winning side of the fight.

once the sounds died down, she heard someone walking over towards her cowering place. with her hands tied up, there wasn’t much that she could do but huddle up to the wall behind her. when the footsteps stopped in front of her, she was unsure of whether she should try her best to crawl away from the person – even if it looked so pathetic, she was fearing for her own life. when the unknown figure began to untie the blindfold, she flinched out of pure fear – “n –” she began to mumble, wanting to plead the person not to touch her, that she didn’t know anything. her crying was met with the sound of tooji’s voice. he sounded reassuring, calm still. it sounded childish, but in that moment she was so incredibly happy to have someone that could remain calm in such a situation – especially considering that the woman had been practically hysterical at that point. the moment that her bounds were removed, she was clinging to the man, completely forgetting her manners. she would bury her face into the other’s chest, tears flowing freely from her eyes at that point. she was choking up on her tears trying to talk. “y – you really weren’t kidding when you said you’d protect me … i was so scared that no one would come for me —- my dad … did he even care?” ishigaki knew that it was a lot to ask of him, in that moment it probably wasn’t even relevant. what was more important was that they got out before any more of the men’s allies came to their aid.

“no one touched me …but that’s not important, are you okay? you look really hurt …” she asked, allowing the man to help her up from the ground. her legs felt like jelly – she wasn’t even sure if she could bring herself to take a step … but there was no way that ishigaki could even consider having the man carry her. he was in far worse condition than her. once she was standing, the woman reached out to caress his face, careful not to touch the irritated skin. “i’m so sorry that this happened. why did you let them do this to you just to help me?” taking tooji by the hand, she pulled him along with her – despite the fact that tears still streamed from her eyes, she was determined to lead the man out of there. even if she was scared, she was more scared for him.

She was right -- it was unreal. If it was up to her own father, the man who created her, he’d still be sitting at the table, making up plans and offers, shoving money here and there to get her out of this situation. But no one could guarantee that she wasn’t touched in any way, shape or form. Tooji had been there -- he worked the kidnapping routine for Arakita -- he knew exactly what kinds of things went down and how the victims were treated. Cup a feel there, take a picture here, cut up clothing there, have a taste there. He was not one to actually act out on these things himself, but he had colleagues who’d start fingering a girl in the van just to tell her that she was disgusting for getting wet in such a situation, though honestly, if you jacked off a man long enough, even though you held a knife to his throat, he’d turn hard too ---- so, it was really stupid to make it seem like there was a kink behind it, when it was just a chemo-biological reaction and nothing else. To think that anyone did the same to Koutarou, it made him sick, he wanted to throw up in his anger. Even if they made a deal, even if they sold her back, who could’ve guaranteed that she was not scarred for life because some freak thought it was funny to put his dick into various body entrances simply because it excited them? Disgusting. 

The way she cowered and was shaking made him realise even more so that he had to be careful with her: the last thing he wanted was to traumatise her more than she already had. Surely, it would be a trauma, point blank. No excuses. But he did not want to be at fault for handling her too roughly simply because he did not have the energy left in his body any longer... “Shhh... shhhh...” Tooji reassured her more and more with shushing sounds, even after she had seen his face and he had freed her from the ropes, he wanted to make sure that she’d calm down as much as she possibly could in such a situation. It was his job after all -- to make sure she was okay. Her sudden embrace knocked the wind right out of him -- he let out a low, deep groan, though not pushing her away, Tooji let her cling onto his body as much as she needed to, rubbing her back gingerly. “It’s okay now...” He told her calmly, despite the fact that they still had to make it out alive before the guys woke up from the beating. But he couldn’t just rush her if she needed a moment or two. 

As hard as it was to crack a smile, he did in order to make her feel reassured. “Of course, Koutarou-chan, Kanzaki Tooji is a man of his words, always will be.” Though, he was unable to remain calm and keep his facade up when she mentioned her father... would he be able to lie about it, even now? His brows twitched and furrowed, he stared into the distance with an expression of shock on his face, he was so, so happy that she was unable to see him right now with her face buried against his chest. Catching himself eventually, he pressed his lips onto her hair, inhaling deeply to calm down on the soft smell of her hair. “He did his best to make a deal. I was the one acting irrationally and leaving the meeting.” The man then explained as rationally as he could; in all technicality, he was not lying ---- her father had his own way of dealing with things... they just did not sit right with Kanzaki. Were the man’s actions less valid than Tooji’s? Who could decide upon that?! At the end of the day, perhaps both of them were irrational in their own ways, one too emotional while the other had a lack thereof. But still -- it would be cruel to just openly mention his personal opinion on her father, while there were more important things at hand.

“What do you mean, not important--” He meant to scold her when she changed topics, but he was taken off-guard when she felt his face, flinching lightly in fear that she’d clumsily bump or hit against his injuries, but instead he enjoyed the tingly sensation his skin offered everywhere her gently fingers caressed his skin ever-so-tenderly. If this had been a better moment, he would’ve closed his eyes and leaned into her hands to get the full experience, kissing her palm, pulling her close, he was starting to daydream about all the sweet things he would want to do with her (and none of them were sexual in an way, he simply thought about the hugs, the cuddles, the gentle, coy touches and the warmth between them)... but right now, he had to snap out of that romantic lovey-dovey crap. 

Question upon question, why was he doing this for her, why would he allow them to treat him like this, why this, why that, he just stared down at her and cupped her face, wanting to shake her because he was unable to understand her oblivious nature. “After all this time, you still don’t get it?” Tooji sounded more irritated than he wanted to, but he couldn’t help it... it was frustrating to have her not fully understand him, his intentions, his feelings -- he was trying his best, and surely, she was trying her best too ---- but it all came down to the point that she was unaware and would not get it. Leaning his forehead down onto hers, he looked her dead in the eyes, furrowing his brows semi due to the pain and also due to the fact that he couldn’t believe her naive nature to extend this far. “The reason why I would endanger my life to save yours is because I love you, dummy.”

That may have been the first time he actually called her such a negative name, but it was only due to the messed up situation, the unbearable pain radiating off from every part of his body, the urge to stop breathing or it hurt too much, pulling on his ribs each time he inhaled even just flatly, the fact that he had been stressed out over her well-being and wanted to puke if he had seen her sexually harassed ---- she wouldn’t deserve that, and he knew that calling her ‘dummy’ was not the best choice, but he was just so tired and he just wanted to lay down and sleep for now, he was tired, and exhausted, god knows if he would just collapse from exhaustion, but he had to make sure she was okay first.

While she led the way up the stairs and towards the exit, he hardly could keep up both with his limp (the knee hurting him most when he had strained it too much, and that surely was the case with how hard he ran down to the warehouse just to make sure she was okay and to save her), not to mention the bruised body and the broken bones ---- the wisest choice would be to have her run home and him going by himself as fast as he could, but he also did not want to leave her side in case an ally would pop up to grab her into their possession once more.

But being the man he was, he also did not like showing weakness, especially in front of the woman he loved the most; heaving and trying to catch his breath, he really felt like he would be the reason for their demise if he was not able to pick up the pace. “Maybe... you should just leave me here? I-I mean, they all probably left me for dead anyway... I just want you to get home safely, love...”

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(Tooji) "Whew... stop teasing me like that, love; my dick's going to explode..."

she wasn’t fully aware of the teasing that she was doing, simply sitting on the man’s lap facing him. ishigaki was completely inexperienced when it came to anything sexual & it really showed. though, she was sure that she didn’t need to explain that to tooji, after all she was the boss’ beloved virgin daughter. she was meant to save herself for whichever man that she would end up marrying – so long as it was agreed upon by her father. 

    however, now it seemed as if she was in a more risqué situation than she ever imagined. it was not because she didn’t want to either !! she just never imagined catching herself acting so loosely, if you could call it that. sitting on his lap, she could feel the man’s bulge twitching beneath taunt fabric, her own privates feeling warm from being pressed up against it. it was certainly not a situation that she’d ever been in before — of course, she was not immune to having naughty feelings on her own time, but she’d never felt this way by cause of another person. “s – sorry.” ishigaki mumbled, still embarrassed at their position. looking to tooji, she expected him to be the one to forward things … not because she couldn’t, but she wasn’t sure what to do. it was nerve - wrecking to think about the possibility of making a fool of herself.

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Tooji was torn between feeling guilty for having her in such a risky situation and excited that his wildest dreams we coming true. His hands tried their best to act accordingly, so he had his arms still flung around the back of the couch he sat on, though the digits started twitching ever so slightly. He surely was a man with the willpower of steel; any other man would’ve crumbled and succumbed to their body screaming in such a manner for sexual release, but here he was, sitting still as he could with the woman he desired the most sitting on his lap oh-so-innocently despite the suggestive nature of her posture itself. It was pure torture, but it had been pure torture for months of having a massive crush left unnoticed by his counterpart. A low chuckle escaped his throat as he tended his head sideways to look at her sheepishly.

“Sorry because it feels wrong to you, or sorry because you think it’s a hassle to me, love?” 

Eventually, his body had to give up entirely, one hand moved forward to brush her cheek gingerly with his knuckles, his thumb moving to touch her lips lovingly. “Because that ain’t a hassle to me, darling... but if you think it’s not the right thing to do, I’ll take a cooling shower.” Cupping her chin with his hand, he leaned forward to have their noses touch ever-so-gently, closing his eyes as he breathed against her mouth, whispering cautiously as if he did not dare to break that moment by raising his voice any louder. “So, just say no, if you feel like this is too awkward...” 

Being this close to her made his heart race insanely; it surely would’ve lept out of his throat if it were to beat any faster, his other hand slowly moved up her back to her neck: he was dying to touch her bow and open her hair, wanting to see it open just once --- he knew, it was cocky and selfish, but if he was not able to get sexual with her if she denied him, then the least he could ask for was to see her stunning hair open in a manner that no man or woman was able to see except for her own mother probably. Carefully, he placed his lip to the corner of hers, not wanting to kiss her if she was not giving him permission, but it was just too damn hard to restrain himself any longer if she kept straddling him like that. “You know that I love you so much, Koutarou-chan... and every part of my body is screaming to feel you...” Panting against her mouth, he had to urge himself not to stick out his tongue and start kissing her passionately, instead he grazed his teeth against her chin, his body trembling with the need for her, all the while his raging erection was painfully pressing against the limitation of his trousers. 

Showering her chin with kisses, up to her jawline, he started whispering sweet nothings to her more so, “I love you, I love you, I love you” over and over again, both his hands moved to her waist and pulling her closer, showing her that he was ready for intimacy with her by pressing her hips down the slightest against his lap, causing him to groan muffled next to her ear, exhaling hot air unhinged, though he clearly was still holding back immensely.

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Love-Struck | Fem/Yakuza!AU

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ishiyxn:

it was true that ishigaki was incredibly lonely – she wasn’t necessarily allowed to have any friends, they would only be put in danger unless they were already tied up in her father’s business in one way or another. however,  it was very rare for any women to be bothered with these things … much less the daughters of men that held no weight in the world. if anything, she was a rarity; a single daughter of a yakuza boss, one who had no other children aside from her. of course, she would be his only daughter for all of time too – ishigaki’s mother was long out of the picture. she hadn’t been given a detailed explanation on the disappearance of her mother, but she knew that it was best not to ask questions on the matter. she was content with any little knowledge that her father decided to give her. asking for more would have been seen as ungrateful & unfortunately, her father was her biggest ally at the moment. as harsh as he could be, he was ultimately trying to protect her – he put a house over her head and fed her. what more could a daughter ask of her father? he may not have been the loving father that most children had, but unlike most children she had an entire barrage of her father’s men ready to die for her at a moment’s notice. if that wasn’t what love felt like, then she didn’t know any other. these men cared about her father’s respect & his daughter’s safety so much that they would be willing to throw their entire life on the line for either one of them. it was more brave than ishigaki would ever be. despite being surrounded by death, the woman was terrified of dying. she’d never been scared of the monsters under her bed or in her closet, but rather the men out for her blood with a vengeance to pay her father.

she couldn’t help but laugh just a bit at tooji’s comment. he was just joking around with her, but she really did think that her father was everywhere. when you had a parent that controlled an entire sub-section of the country, it was hard to believe that he didn’t have control of every single word uttered in his own house. “aaaa, knock it off.” ishigaki said, laughing as she spoke. she gave the man a playful shove, though it didn’t move him far – if at all. when he brought up dropping the honorific on her name, she wanted to warn him about getting in trouble … though, he really did just point out that her dad would not just randomly appear in the kitchen in the first instance. she really didn’t know when to lighten up – it was somewhat embarrassing. even after his jokes, she still was tense in the shoulders. “i think koutarou-chan is cuter.” she agreed with the man, wanting to help settle his decision. it wasn’t necessarily about the respect for her, it was more that ‘chan’ was often an honorific dropped by close friends. that’s the kind of feeling that she wanted to get from them, that they were close friends.

blinking, ishigaki knew that she shouldn’t have been surprised by the affectionate names that she was called … but each time that tooji used them, she found her heart skipping a beat. “oh –” of course she had picked up on generally what he was going for, though she thought that it was merely the name of a drink rather than an innuendo. the smaller didn’t want to ask further into it, since she found saying such a lewd word out loud a bit too scandalous for her tastes. if anything, she avoided talking about such instances at all, she was an unwed woman & didn’t want to be caught speaking of such things with a man she wasn’t even promised to.

huffing at the man’s explanation, she scolded. “you know those are bad for you.” tapping her foot in place of yelling, she placed a light smack to the other’s cheek – certainly not nearly enough to hurt the man, considering that she wasn’t the strongest of them all. “i thought that you were trying to quit.” despite the fact that she was acting like a mother scolding her child for doing something out of line, she continued to listen to him. ishigaki didn’t know the details – per usual – on just what happened to kanzaki, but she could blatantly see that he walked with a limp on the one - side. that damage was easily traced back to something to do with her father, but what exactly it was, she was unaware. “why would you say that?” her big eyes were back to looking him directly in the eye – instead of looking fearful or anxious, they now looked upset. it hurt her to know that tooji would say such terrible things about himself. “you know, not everything has to be a fight. there is no reason that injury should mean that you are useless.” it felt weird to be lecturing him on this when she truly did know nothing about what the other had to do, or the things that he was involved with. “i know that it’s not my place to speak for you … i really don’t know a lot, but you’re still more useful than me. n – not that it’s hard to be that.“ her brows furrowed in obvious frustration, knowing that there was nothing that she could necessarily say that would hold any weight for tooji. she was like a young child trying to lecture a school teacher on the material.

she figured that the man was trying to buy some time with her by doing card tricks, so she understood the gloomy look that he gave her. but of course, they would be able to see each other other times … though, maybe not in such a private situation as this. they were lucky to have a few moments to talk to each other without anyone else around them to monitor the way that they spoke, searching for a reason to be suspicious of their words. “if you come over sometime … just stop up and visit me, you’ll know where i am.” she would be hidden up in her room like usual. if he snuck off quietly enough, no one would even know that he was upstairs with the girl rather than loitering around the house for a cigarette, doing nothing. it felt risque to ask the man to visit her in her personal bedroom. hopefully, he wouldn’t take the invitation as an innuendo for inappropriate things – she truly had the most innocent intent in her invitation. “just please make sure that no one sees you. y – you know why.” ishigaki’s face turned slightly red as she explained it to him. tooji was not a man that she necessarily had to tell that to, but … she felt as if sharing it in order to look out for him & for her was best.

the girl could see it in his eyes, the way that he noticed her own fear – the way that his face faded into disappointment. it was wrong of her to take a joke and not simply just laugh it off … but she couldn’t help but have her mind wander. “sorry.” she said, assuming that tooji knew just why she was apologizing for.

when the other reached out and touched her cheek, she was taken off guard. his touch was incredibly gentle – so much so that she could hardly believe that it was the same man she’d heard was a kidnapper touching her as if she were as fragile as a child. bringing her hand up, she placed it atop of his own, ishigaki’s hand much smaller than the ex-hitman. “you’re very kind, tooji.” she said with a wide smile. there wasn’t very many people genuinely cared about her aside from ‘the boss’ daughter’. meanwhile – the other simply cared about her for her. “i don’t understand, why are you so willing to step in the way of danger for me?” she wasn’t sure if she was stepping out of line by asking such a question, but he genuinely confused her with his caring nature. after all, she’d heard of what kind of man he was. why was he worried about her, but he wasn’t worried about the other women that he mercilessly turned over? what did she do to deserve his care that they didn’t? “i’m sorry, you’re right. i should probably get going.” grabbing her glass, she was ready to run off to her room. suddenly, she felt as if she had ruined the mood.

If only Tooji had known that pure naive innocence that was running through that woman’s head -- the thought that all of these Yakuzas would throw themselves in front of a bus in order to save her life instead. She was wrong. Kanzaki knew that they were always looking out for their own asses -- and to impress the boss. It was not blind love that led the men to bow deeply with respect towards her father and say ‘YES, SIR’ to anything he asked them to do. It was the survival instinct and the urge to climb the ladder up higher and higher. Arakita was one of the favourites -- he could do anything he wanted without the boss questioning it. But, did Yasutomo have the heart of a man who loved Koutarou so much that he’d give his life in order to have hers saved? Never. Tooji wouldn’t be in the position he was in now -- he wouldn’t be disgraced with his awkward limp -- if it was not for the men working underneath Yasutomo. Cowards, all of them. There was only one man who acted out blindly due to love, and that man was Tooji himself. If someone told him that Ishigaki was buried somewhere in the vast desert, he’d ask for a shovel. If someone told them that he could save her life if he drank poison, he would ask for twice the amount to swallow, just to make sure she’d be alright. If he had any clue that she deemed it faithful love from all of these man to behave in such a devoted manner towards her, his jealous and anger would burn much brighter. But it was not unusual for him to remain unnoticed -- he was not the flashy type to spark attention within seconds, he admired Naruko for that. Of course... he was just one of many to Koutarou, and it broke his heart each and every single time.

That small shove made him snicker right back at her, not really going anywhere, if anything, he moved even closer to the girl while she was being so bashful about his comments. “Mhm, I agree... Koutarou-chan sounds really good to me, too. It rolls off the tongue so easily... Kou-ta-rou-chan~...” And despite their playful nature, of course, she would have to smack him for his actions; it didn’t hurt him physically (he was used to much worse, really), but it took him off-guard for a moment. “I know, I know... hehe... it’s hard, honey...” He joked, rubbing his cheek in a manner to cause some pity in her, almost as if he was passively asking for her to kiss it better, but not going as far as to actually ask her. Unlike other men in the Yakuza, he was not forcing people out of their way to do as he pleased. “You’ve got quite the hand action there, making me your bitch with one slap, whew...” Joke aside, he exhaled deeply, tending his head to the side before speaking up. “As much as I use pockys and toothpicks, sometimes I just need something against all the nervousness and the antsy feeling that I can’t sit still. It’s mostly during these kinds of meetings, really. But sometimes also after a long day in the line of work. If you had your 30th fight that night, your 20th drink to deal with the stupidity of humans, and you don’t know what hurts most, your knuckles from defending yourself or your face from taking ‘one’ for the team, you really need at least one smoke...” He was not trying to get some pity talk through her ---- Tooji just embraced being honest and open with Koutarou. Well, as honest and open as he could be, really. Sometimes, he’d lie to her face about things he thought of her father -- or things he thought her father thought of her. Whenever she’d ask if he really cared about her, he’d protect her by saying ‘Of course, he is your father, he will always love you’... but truth be told, he was not so sure.

A weak smile was planted on his lips upon her heart-felt words; he needed to close his eyes for a moment and take them in properly. “You’d be... one hell of a leader, Koutarou-chan.” -- ‘A better one than your father, granted’, but he would not go as far as to mention that to the poor woman. “You always see the best in people, and I don’t ever want you to lose that. I just want you to be more wary of your surroundings. Not all that glimmers is gold... not all the men who talk smoothly to you, are nice at heart. That’s mainly why I am useless to them. Ask Arakita-san. He was the first to tell the boss to get rid of me after my injury.” It was naive of her to think that not everything was about fighting -- it really wasn’t, but for the Yakuza, it was a blood-fest where it’s to eat or to be eaten! But that shouldn’t be any of her concerns. “I’m really happy with my position now. It kind of lets you forget about seriousness of adulthood while you can play games... that’s kind of amazing...” Though, he was more so talking to himself in a manner to calm himself down; all of the child-like love for games was lost the moment an opponent lost and decked him in the face in a manner to almost break his nose. Even now, fighting was inevitable for Kanzaki.

“Oi.” He interrupted her negative words instantly, smacking her forehead gently, though in a manner as if he meant to wake her up from her state of mind. “No more of that shit. There’s a time and a place for everyone in this universe. For Kanzaki Tooji as much as for Ishigaki Koutarou. Sometimes, we don’t see the forst for the trees, and sometimes, we won’t be confronted with our tasks until later in life. It’s just how it is. Maybe I am not supposed to be a Yakuza...? Maybe someday I’ll find my actual place and right now it would sound so ridiculous if anyone told me “Kanzaki-san, you are supposed to be this-and-that!” -- same thing could happen to you, so, just keep an open mind and focus your eyes on the world, don’t forget to listen to your heart, and you’ll find your path. That’s all it takes.”

It... almost broke his heart to have and let go of her now ---- going back to that room with these men... it was sickening. Gulping hard, he nodded to her, trying his best to smile at her as if it was no big deal to let her move back to her room. He was selfish, but he really did not want her to get caught and then get yelled at all because he was too clingy to say good-bye. “Count on me. I’ll be around, I always will.” He reassured her then, moving his hand up to salute her in a goody manner, as if a soldier reported to their sergeant. 

All the questions piled up before him as she finally found the courage to speak her mind, his eyes grew a little bigger, dumbfounded, he was unable to speak at first; though once he realised that she turned to leave, he grabbed her by her wrist tightly enough to keep her in place, but not too tightly to scare her. “Wait.” The tall man added, inching closer. As much as this was his perfect chance to confess his love to her, he just couldn’t. Always cussing at Arakita for being a coward, yet here he was, the biggest of them all. Another gulp to get rid of the lump in his throat, he felt hoarse, unable to speak, tears were choking him up, so he decided that this was no way he would confess his undying love to that woman. Instead, he cracked a smirk, holding her hand in his and squeezing it gently. 

“Because you’re too much of a fool to look after yourself, that’s why I will protect you with my life.” 

Grabbing a pen from the little pocket on the front of his suit, he held her palm up to his face and started scribbling onto the skin -- leaving his phone number. Of course, it was risky, but he could always make excuses to her father about how she was endangered by stalkers and he had to make sure that she was fine. “Just call your personal bodyguard in dire times, love.” Pushing the pen back where it came from, he then let go of her hand and waved her off, moving the granola bar he was given into his trousers’ pocket as he headed for the notorious office of her father.

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Just her. | Yakuza!AU

@speedmcn

Usually, Tooji knew his limits when it came to the booze... just tonight was not his night, apparently. Piss-drunk, he kept on wailing, he needed Naruko to give him a lift home. Sure, he could’ve just used the train, but Yakuza had to keep a low profile at all time -- using public transportation was not low profile, and being in a drunken state such as himself at the moment, he would only endanger himself and his fellow man. And while the organisation could care less if he was kidnapped and drowned, they cared a lot about themselves and their own asses as he had learnt the hard way years ago when he obtained the injury of his lifetime. 

Riding shotgun, he first gestured wildly and gave the impression of being his jolly self, cracking jokes and being light-hearted as ever. Though, steadily, he reached his point and he knew that it was all but a mask in order to hide his true feelings. The guilt, the remorse, the failure, the disappointment, all of the negative feelings bottled up so tightly, they eventually found a way to peek out like a curious cat would, and it choked him up. Kanzaki became quiet as he sat next to the redhead in his car, staring out of the windshield. There was only one thing racing through his head right now.

                                                                 Her. 

                                                             Just her. 

The man closed his eyes and leaned his head back, feeling tears well up as he attempted to calm himself down: how could a guilty man stand face-to-face with a woman like Ishigaki? How could a failure like himself meet eye-to-eye with her? A cripple, as Yasutomo put so kindly, a good-for-nothing and a waste of oxygen. 

As he looked down at his own hands, he felt tears dripping down onto his own palms, eventually, he ruffled his own hair and panted in order to calm himself down -- but to no avail. “Man, Naruko, I don’t even fuckin’ know anymore... it fuckin’ hurts man...” He blurted out suddenly, sobbing as he hid his face against his arm, leaning against the car’s door for support as if he meant to scurry away and hide his identity. “Fuck man! Fuck!!!” Slamming his fist against the leather of the door, he shook his head. “When I see her face, I think of the shit I had to do for Arakita, they were just innocent people, man...!” Completely leaving out the information that he also took care of criminals and tortured them, all that was filling his brain now was Koutarou and nothing else. 

“I don’t deserve her, but neither of these FUCKERS deserve her either -- fucking Arakita, I’ll PUNCH his TEETH out... Tsuji can go grab his slut Nobu, for all I care... GAH!!! NOBODY CAN TOUCH HER!!” He started punching the door as if it was one of the targets he had in mind, huffing. “And that Italian bastard was flirting with her -- KISSING her hand!! It makes me so sick, Naruko, I don’t want these people to get close to her, they’re disgusting, they’re disgusting, I can’t TAKE it anymooore!!!” Cupping his face with both his hands then, he started full on crying, snot and saliva running down his face as he let all of these emotions out. Surely, he’d feel embarrassed about it once he was sober, but this was his life usually -- getting drunk alone at home and crying about everything that went wrong. Just now, Shoukichi happened to be a witness of all this.

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Love-Struck | Fem/Yakuza!AU

[bibibicicletta]

ishiyxn:

despite the fact that he asked her to drop the honorific with him, she couldn’t help but think that it was far too intimate to call him by his first name without anything after it. it couldn’t have caused much harm when the two of them were alone, but she really had to watch her steps carefully in front of others. if they went back to her father saying that she was having strange relationships with one of his men – while an unwed virgin, they would certainly be accused of things that while they may not have been guilty of … her father would have been paranoid of. “sorry, tooji.” she said, feeling awkward about being so informal. even if he said it was fine … it was still strange. he may had been close to her for a yakuza member, but he still wasn’t entirely close. just more - so than the rest. 

“i don’t drink alcohol.” she reminded him, even though she wasn’t completely naive to the implications of his joke. she saw right through what the other was saying – but she couldn’t allow herself to react strongly or else he would know that it got to her. it was her job to be sure that she was a prude towards men … and if she wasn’t, her father would be truly angry with her. it was bad enough that she was out when she wasn’t supposed to be, but now she was there with a man she was certainly not allowed to be seen with. 

finally, she allowed herself to face him – though his petty flirting was far from over, at least now they were talking about something that would somewhat deter him from dirty talk. as long as he wasn’t being entirely lewd, she could handle the things that he was saying. smiling at his statement, she said. “well it’s no wonder that you’re off wandering.” while she knew that tooji was a similar kind of man to the others, he would much rather run off than deal with the details of things. numbers & the likes were not his style to worry about. “i’d love to see it sometime.” the way he offered to show her card tricks reminded ishigaki of a child desperately trying to impress his mother. it was adorable when he would come to her with these sort of things … it made her able to forget the terrible things that her father had told her of him … even if just a little bit. watching him play around with cards was far better than seeing him looking depressed in front of her father – it was amazing how the company could change one man’s mood so drastically. 

of course, his words were meant to be a joke – but ishigaki couldn’t help but think back to the things her father said once again. sometimes, she wasn’t sure if she was being manipulated by him, or if these men were just skilled in playing around like civilians. the whole time that he laughed it off, there was a certain look of fear in the woman’s eyes at the mention of being a bad guy. it almost made her want to excuse herself & run straight to her room – just like her father would have wanted. it didn’t help the he mentioned not being all too loyal towards her father … maybe, as her father’s daughter he wanted to take that hatred out on her. it was all silly little paranoid thoughts running through her head. 

she was dragged out of such thoughts when the man affectionately poked her nose & assured her that he would protect her. reaching out, she grabbed his hand and leaned in with large curious eyes. for once, she allowed the prudish facade to slip & her true naivety to show itself. “you really mean that, tooji? … even from him?” dropping his hand, she suddenly remembered her manners & dug a granola bar out of the box for him. she held it out to him with a smile on her face. 

“Don’t mind, don’t mind...” Retorting playfully as he lifted his hands up and showed her that no harm was done, he knew that it was her job to keep up a pretty little facade full of lies for her father -- one reason more to hate that guy -- but in no way, shape or form was he blaming her. All he offered was his kindness and openness so she could bond with someone. Hell, that girl hardly had any friends, he never saw anyone visiting her, he never saw anyone talking to her, calling her (and it may have been creepy just how attentive he was about Koutarou, but still) -- it worried him that she was rotting away like a singing bird in a golden cage. Surely, someone had to reach out a hand to her and be a good friend, right? As much as he loved her in a more romantic sense, he would not turn down the idea to be her best friend in dire times, even if it meant watching her go with another man by her side...

It changed the whole atmosphere once she called him ‘Tooji’ as he asked her to. An honest smile appeared on his face, not one that simply was curling the lips up to a more friendly look, no, one that would brighten up your eyes and make them shine as if they had seen the most beautiful thing they could imagine. It made his heart feel so light whenever she was able to call him just Tooji -- no honorifics, no respectful distance, just two people being buddy-buddy with each other. He loved it. He really loved it. “There you go... and your father didn’t magically appear in the kitchen after you dropped the honorific on me either, now did he?” It was in his nature to tease her more and more, though he moved his hand to push against her shoulder playfully, trying to show her that he was merely kidding around. “Would it be too daring to call you Koutarou? Mhm... though... Koutarou-chan has a nice ring to it -- it points out just how cute you are. Gotta show a little more respect to you than you to me after all.” 

Rolling his eyes upon her comment, he sighed deeply, “Love, I know you don’t drink. Don’t make me explain my joke.” Tooji added then, gesturing with his hand. “Your dad would cut my tongue out if he heard the word ‘sex’ being mentioned around you, so I’d rather not go into detail about my stupid pun there, heh...” Of course, he was aware that she had gotten the gist of it ---- but sometimes he just loved to push the limits a little further and test the waters. As much as she tried to be unreachable and a mystery, he could read her expressions like a book -- and each and every single time the story was thrilling him anew. 

“Ah-ah... I was not wandering off... I excused myself to get a smoke... I mean... it’s a long smoke now, isn’t it...” Looking at his wrist-watch, he snickered to himself. “I wouldn’t wander off, your old man has some beef with me...” Smacking his flat hand on his damaged knee, he looked down at it before he’d keep talking. “If it wasn’t for Naruko... I guess... he would’ve gotten rid of me. A slow, limping Yakuza is a useless Yakuza... don’t you think so too?” Of course, it was a rhetorical question altogether -- he knew that she had barely an idea of what was going on behind closed doors, when his father called in the man to talk business with them. And as much as Kanzaki wanted to protect her, too, he guessed it would only be fair to let her in on some facts so she would not believe every single lie like a naive child. But he also respected that she did not want to know all of it ---- if he had a choice, he would back out, too. It was far too late now, anyway.

“HA-HAH!” Pressing his chest out victoriously as the smaller agreed upon wanting to see his tricks. “You’ll be mesmerised, guaranteed. Too bad I didn’t bring my cards with me tonight...” The man added with regret in his voice, looking a little gloomy about it ---- it would’ve been a perfect chance to spend more time with her, really. But who would’ve thought that he was able to have some one-on-one with that adorable girl?! It must’ve been fate. More so, he was unaware of the girl’s attentive nature towards him as well ---- surely, he knew how he felt about her father, his boss -- about the situation -- if it was not for Naruko, how he’d be dead already. Tooji was not welcome, and neither would he welcome them, except for a few people... he really was unaware that his face bore a certain expression when he had to listen to her father ---- though it would not surprise him. What would surprise him however is that Koutarou would notice and comprehend so much; if anything, he considered himself way out of her league... it was no secret that her dad wanted her to marry a Yakuza of high rank, someone who’d ensure her a good life without her needing to move a finger herself... Tooji certainly would not be the one, especially not after his beef with the old man. Arakita had a good chance -- so did Naruko... perhaps even Tsuji, if it wasn’t for the fact that he handled the prostitutes... and Kanzaki? He was just a handicapped man who was a thorn in their eyes with his aloof nature and his rebellious heart. Even when looking at her face, aside from their personalities and how kind and gentle she was compared to the man and his past jobs he had done... he was no match next to her. Not nearly as good-looking as Shoukichi...! She really was way out of his league... so, why would she notice him or his quirks at all?!

The moment her eyes looked more terrified than before, he felt his heart sink right into his guts, gulping hard; it was true, he was no saint -- nobody was at the Yakuza. While right now, he was gambling with criminals and civilians in order to make money for the organisation, he had a more sinister past behind him. That knee of his was no accident per se. It was a lesson learnt to the guy. His department was under Arakita’s supervision -- he used to kidnap people, no matter the age or gender -- chloroform ready to knock them out, pull them into a van and bring them into a warehouse before they were sold. Human trafficking. Sometimes even blackmailing families and friends, pressing for money or debts that were needed to be paid to the Yakuza. While Kuroda had been in charge of a hitman, Tooji was in charge of being that creep who abducted humans. Some were random picks, such as young females, who’d be good enough to be sold into prostitution, even handing them over to Tsuji sometimes, if they were good enough (or old enough, for the man really didn’t want anything to do with minors, which he honoured him for), sometimes they were sold to criminals and organisations to further the girls outside of Japan for whatever intention, really. But he also targeted criminals alike to knock them out and torture them in order to gain access to information for the Yakuza -- and that fateful night, he had to be vis-à-vis with one of these criminals.

He was not fast enough with his actions, thus getting caught and chased down by that person; Tooji never wore weapons on him back in the days, which he drastically changed thanks to the lesson learnt -- but all he could’ve done was running for his life, all the while the van with the other men was driven away to save their own asses. Great team play! But that’s exactly what struck him that night ---- there was no brotherhood or team play among Yakuza, just yourself and your own damn life. Luckily (if you could say so), he was shot in his knee and if it was not for Arakita on high-alert, gunning down the opposing criminal, it would’ve been Tooji dead instead. But of course, Yasutomo never let the other live down that experience ---- the fact that they had access to important information, and the chance being gone now with the target dead on the ground, it was a big losing streak for their organisation... and a bigger losing streak for Arakita as the head of that department. He never forgave Tooji for that mishap, announced proudly “I will never again work with this mess; he was a useless fuck-up, he is a useless fuck-up and now he will always be a handicapped useless fuck-up!” ---- words stung worse than any pain that his destroyed kneecap could’ve given him... and hardly anyone stuck up to him... if Yasuhiro had more of a saying, he had asked for the man to work under his wing... but it was only thanks to Naruko’s influence that he’d still be well and alive. A bad guy? Sure... Tooji was that. He was a bad guy... but he did his time, he got punished for his crime, he felt the remorse each and every single time he looked at Koutarou’s face, the innocent golden hues that would stare at him full of wonder and curiosity, it... it broke his heart. He was a monster trying to make up for his mistakes, and it hurt him to see that fear on her face when he was merely joking around. 

Therefore, he dropped that topic --- sometimes it was best to bury certain facts and let them rest in peace.

Though, the torture was not over; the moment she grabbed his wrist and looked at him with such naive eyes, he felt a pain strike right into his chest, knotting and furrowing his brows in anguish. He was undeserving of her, really. Not struggling much when she let go of his hand, he felt it sink down, though catching himself mid-thought and reaching out to caress her porcelain cheek gingerly with mere fingertips, as if he was scared to break her if he touched her any more than that. “I’ll protect you from anyone and anything. You have my word on that. You may not trust us Yakuzas which is a smart thing... but I give you my word as Kanzaki Tooji... not as some beat-up push-over of your father’s.” Combing strands of hair and tucking it behind her ear, he gave her a weak smile before taking the offer of the snack. Perhaps he should keep that instead of eating it? Keeping it in his pocket and remembering that night when she had actually offered him a snack with a bright smile on her face, that night she called him ‘Tooji’ -- would that be too much? While looking at the snack, it felt as if sadness was washing over him... gulping hard, he really did not want to get sentimental now, it was foolish. Looking at her golden eyes, he tried his best to smile at her. “You should go to your room. I don’t want you to get into trouble, love.”

[bibibicicletta]

Love-Struck | Fem/Yakuza!AU

[bibibicicletta]

ishiyxn:

sneaking downstairs to the kitchen had been a regular strike against her father these days – how unfair was it that she be trapped up in her room constantly!! so far, she’d done a good job at not getting caught – all that she wanted usually was a glass of water or a light snack. she couldn’t see the harm in such things, not when it was her own house too. her father had an office for his business, there was no real reason that she kept hiding inside of her room when most of the men were contained in a small room. it wasn’t like many of them were allowed to wander – her father was a paranoid man, there was few he would invite to step out into the rest of his home. 

ishigaki was in no hurry to run back to the confines of her room, taking it upon herself to find something quick to eat – settling on a granola bar. they weren’t her favorite, but she certainly couldn’t have stuck around too long to make something more than a packaged snack. next to her, a glass of half finished water was sitting, occasionally taking it sip by sip. 

she was worried when she heard the sound of footsteps in the halls outside of the kitchen. surely, it wouldn’t have been her father – it was rare that he stepped outside of his office before the men did, he had too much of value in there to trust a room full of thieves with it. the woman made sure to keep her back turned in case the other would have failed to notice her, or simply think that she was one of the servants still loitering around after hours. though, it seemed that her plan didn’t work out too well, considering the other knew exactly who she was. 

turning around to face the all - too - familiar voice, she said in turn. “こんばんは, tooji-san.” of course, she was expected to use the most respectful way of addressing her father’s men, in the case that anyone would suspect that there was an informal relationship going on between them. something about tooji made her nervous, but she wasn’t sure in what way. many times before, he father had warned her that these were criminals in suits. no matter how clean cut they looked, some of them were genuinely bad people. with his exterior, she could see exactly what her father meant – these men dressed like businessmen, despite what they did. though, something about tooji was very childlike, not - so much like the villain - esque picture that her father attempted to paint in order to keep her a distance from them. 

“no, i just wanted a drink …” she said, turning slightly from the man – cheeks reddening from his comment. the other was always very forward with her – more than most of the other men who rather feared her father’s wrath. “is there still people here?” ishigaki asked, knowing that she wasn’t supposed to be out here if there was, surely tooji knew as much. “please don’t tell my father that i was out here. he’ll kill me.” 

A huge smile adorned his face as she greeted him back cold as ever; it was expected of her after all, but he felt like a broken record when he instructed her over and over, “Please, I told you to drop the ‘-san’, Koutarou-chan. Just Tooji.” though he would be lying if he denied that his heart was fluttering with excitement over the fact that she stopped referring to him as Kanzaki-san, and instead used his given name as he told her to. Slowly, but steadily, this would move the right direction, or so he thought. Maybe it was just inside his head, but he could tell himself over and over yet again that she was merely shy and actually liked him... wishful thinking, but he really hoped it to be true.

“A drink, hah? So, what did you want: a glass of red wine? Gin Tonic? A can of beer? Or maybe... sex on the beach?” Winking at her despite the fact that she had turned to look away in her natural coy state, she couldn’t help that flirtatious personality of his -- mostly not when he was around Ishigaki of all women. “Just kidding...” He added with a snort, seeing the glass of water and making sure she’d take the joke properly -- he was not here to get her drunk, if anything, he was here to shoo her back to her room before her father saw her.

Standing up tall again, he sighed and nodded, “Yupp, a whole bunch’a people. They talk numbers and finances... Yasuhiro is better at this than me...” Kanzaki retorted with a purr, smirking at her -- of course, the guy responsible for the money laundering was the best pick for the finances, again, he just attempted to be oh-so funny and crack her to smile or giggle. Nothing was cuter than to see her happy, really. “I’m better with card tricks than numbers... oh! I learnt a new trick... should I show you sometime? You liked my last card trick, didn’t you?” He failed to mention that Shoukichi was the one teaching him all these tricks -- but then again, he also did not want her to start falling for the redhead. Being the person who taught him all these tricks, he’d surely sound more impressive than good ol’Tooji with the limp, right? Though, he was not even insecure about that limp -- among gangsters it was a real trait, a sign of a real man... but sometimes, he couldn’t help but to wonder how Koutarou was thinking about him and if she considered him handicapped and pitied him for that... that’s the least he wanted!

“Pfff--” He breathed out as he meant to stop himself, though cackling eventually. “Me? Ratting you out. Oh yeah, sure thing, honey. I get off being the bad guy and being mean to cute girls...” Joking around, he shook his head then, “Nah. We all have a promise made to each other never to tell your father if we saw you walking around. It ain’t fair to you. And I don’t like your old man too much, so I wouldn’t start kissing up his butthole. I leave that to the others, I do my thing and hope that Naruko gives his vote for me so I won’t sleep with the fishes, haha...” It did concern him when she said that her own father would kill her -- truth be told, if anything, that guy had to be scared of the poker man #2. Surely, he wouldn’t hesitate to blow his brains out if he were to threaten that one girl he had set his heart on. “He won’t kill you. He’s your father. No father would do any harm to their offspring, and even so...” Moving his hand to poke her button nose, he smiled, “...I’d protect you from him.” pointing towards one of the snacks. “Spare me one? I’ve got the munchies, too...”

[ishiyxn]

助けて、通司くん

[bibibicicletta]

ishiyxn:

@bibibicicletta ( tooji )

ishigaki wasn’t sure where she was, tugging at the bounds keeping her hands together … she had a pretty good idea about what was going on. a blindfold was positioned around her eyes, in order to protect the identity of the men around the room – as if she knew who any of them were. they were sadly mistaken if they thought that she was of any value to the family business !! she was kept out of anything & everything that her father did – for the most part,  she was instructed not to leave her room. 

this was something that her father was working to avoid, hoping that if she wasn’t involved then no one would come after her. however – she made a very good captive. even if she didn’t have the information that they were looking for, she was her father’s only child. that meant that if he wanted an heir in his family, she was his only option. that alone made her valuable enough to drag out the men of the ishigaki family. in her pocket, she had her cell phone – not that it would have been of much help. pressing around on the screen of the phone randomly, she hoped that it would be able to dial someone’s number. the sound of men speaking seemed somewhat far off – hopefully they were not closer to her than she thought.

the only good thing that came out of her father obsession with her safety ( with good reason ) was that her phone was easily traceable. if any of the men needed to find out where she was – for cases just like this – they could easily do so. at least – any of the men that were in her father’s great favor. 

Upon the news that Koutarou had been captured by some Yakuza men outside of their own circles, Tooji felt as if his heart sunk into his stomach and stopped beating altogether. There was talking among the men about how to proceed with this, how to get her back ---- he may have been physically there, but certainly not mentally. The look on his face said it all: he was frightened to death. That coming from a man who dealt with death as a business, it was wild. A pale complexion that seemed as lifeless as a white wall, he wasn’t even able to move or blink, he felt as if he was dying from the pain emitting from the core of his chest --- what if she was dead, what if she was dead, what if she was hurt severely, what if they raped her------?!?! All these questions and no answer, and all they did was sitting around a table, talking about money value and options how to save her. The question of her whereabouts had long been answered ---- a warehouse not far away. It would be reachable within 15 minutes if one ran fast enough, and time was running through his hands like sand, while nobody actually did something.

Standing up from the table, he rammed his fists on the table, an angry look on his face as he stared at their boss. “She is your only daughter, goddammit! WHY ARE WE SITTING HERE? Why don’t you go out and LOOK for her? Don’t you love her?!” Naruko instantly grabbed his shoulder and meant to push him back into his seat, he said something, but Kanzaki would not even be able to listen to him, when his mind was racing 200 miles per hour. “DON’T TOUCH ME!! We can’t just SIT here??? WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING??? SHE MAY BE HURT!!!” Even Tsuji and Arakita hissed and barked towards him to be quiet, but the boss merely looked at him unfazed. None of their words sunk into him, not one sound, it was as if he had gotten deaf and all he could do was read their lips, but the blood boiling so severely in his veins, nothing could get to him anymore.

“You do your thing, I DON’T CARE. I’ll do what I do best -- my own thing...” 

With that he just moved in a manner that his chair fell back onto the ground, rushing towards the door and quickly getting into his shoes, not even bothering to tying the laces as he rushed out of the Ishigaki residency.

Tooji didn’t care if he fall flat on his face running with his shoes not even tied up properly, he ran and ran as far as his legs could carry him -- checking if he had his weapons on him, and even so, he would go in and fight all the men with his bare hands, if they shoot him, so be it -- he would die as someone with dignity -- and if meant giving his in order to save hers, he’d be absolutely fine with it. She was an innocent!! She hardly understood anything about that business -- it was not fair, it was not fair!! Ishigaki was only a middle-man, she only had the same name as her cruel father, she only lived under the same roof as him, him and her were two individuals that couldn’t have been any more extreme. Surely, she must’ve been 100 % after her mother -- and he never thought about it up until now. She must’ve been after her mother, so gentle and kind, so warm and sweet, golden hues as if they were made of 24 karat, raven hair worn with a fragile bow, almost too coy to show her hair in full volume and length to anyone but herself and perhaps the most intimate person she could have in her life... it was not fair...! Why her?! 

Panting like an animal, he arrived at the warehouse and busted in without thinking twice -- he spotted the man quickly one level below him as he ran down the iron staircase, “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER! I SWEAR, IF YOU TOUCHED HER, I WILL KILL YOU!!!” he urged out, still catching his breath as he moved to grab one of his firearms, though as soon as he was on their level, one of the guys used a bat to disarm him. F u c k .

“What do we have here? A rookie? A small fry? Did they send you to trade with her, huh? Funny... you seem really inexperienced.” Those words stung, but he didn’t care -- he sure seemed inexperienced just rushing in all by himself, holding his wrist after someone smacked the shit out of it, along with his gun. It was pathetic. But when he spotted Koutarou and saw that she was still moving and alive, it was as if he gained new-found strength, believing that not all hope was lost despite the fact that he was in the lion’s den all by himself. “Rookie, hah?” He chuckled at the guys, clicking his tongue. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with... gamble master numero dos... sure, I’ve seen a few of your faces at the poker table with me once or twice.” Taunting, he was full-on taunting them now! What a risky way -- but he didn’t care. He was angry -- and so worried -- what if they hurt her?! He wanted to check up on her, but he also knew that he had to take care of these guys first.

It took him his entire body’s strength to muscle through this. Beaten and bleeding, he heaved as he tried to collect himself, trying to catch his breath; picking up his gun and putting it back to its holder, he moved over to Koutarou, untying her blindfold carefully, though being as gentle and slow as he could be when he noticed her flinching. “Shhh, it’s ok, it’s me...” The man reassured her, not minding to show her his black-eye and bleeding nose, alongside with any part of his face being messed up. He only got lucky to get a hand of the bat and beating the shit out of these people before they could kill him. Surely, he had gotten a broken rib or two, but that didn’t matter now. Using his knife to undo the rope around her torso and arms, sweat was dripping down his face, smiling oddly even though he was in so much pain. “Did they touch you, love? Did they hurt you?” Kanzaki asked as if it had been natural to ask the person who looked the least hurt while he was in no normal condition at all. The taste of iron really made him sick, but he barely noticed it with his heart racing so insanely against his ribs, he couldn’t help himself but hugging her tightly against his chest despite the pain from the broken bones, he merely wanted to feel her warmth and feel the comfort that she was alive and well... it almost made him cry, but he had to be strong now and get them out of there before any of the men gained consciousness again. “よかた．．．よかた．．．” The blondhead whimpered, as he rocked back and forth with the girl in her arms, pressing his lips against her head in a semi-kiss, though being quick to get up on his shaky legs, pulling her along. “Let’s... let’s go... let’s get out of here, fast... can you walk?” It was outrageous, but despite his body’s state, he’d still be willing to carry her on his back right back to her father’s house, even though anyone would tell him to go to the hospital instead.