-The Heavy-Hitters: I have the strongest voice for/understanding of them thus far, doesn't matter what timeline-
Izana Kurokawa
Hajime Kokonoi ('Koko')
Seishu Inui ('Inupi')
Rindo Haitani
Ken Ryuguji ('Draken'/'Kenchin')
Wakasa Imaushi ('Waka')
Haruchiyo Sanzu
Kazushi Yamagishi ('Gang-Dex', Mizo Mid Five) [LOL, I wasn't seriously thinking of writing him, but the similarities are too funny.]
-I'm also insanely obsessed with YOU/Writing you only for ONE PERSON, but what the fuck: Still figuring them out, but I've written them/thought about them enough times, I have a better handle now-
Manjiro Sano ('Mikey')
Taiju Shiba
Yuzuha Shiba
Senju Akashi
Kojiro Hishi (Letter from Baji; Yotsuya Kaidan)
Kazutora Hanemiya
Ryusei Sato (Letter from Baji; Toman & Yotsuya Kaidan)
Keisuke Baji
Yasuhiro Muto ('Mucho')
Tetta Kisaki
-idek dude, I just think they're neat: I have like 3 notes in my GDocs, otherwise I'm improvising-
Shuji Hanma
Takemichi Hanagaki ('Takemicchy')
Hakkai Shiba
Choji (Valhalla)
Kiyomarou Mori ('Red Scar'/'Shion, if he wasn't like totally fucking irrelevant', Letter from Baji; Yotsuya Kaidan's Commando Unit Captain)
Ayumu Tobishima ('Yellow Dragonfly'/'Dollar-Store Koko'/'Koko's obnoxious second-cousin twice-removed, probs', Letter from Baji; Yotsuya Kaidan's Special Attack Captain)
Soichirou Matsuno ('Blue Pine'/'Bargain-Bin Inupi'/'Inupi's hot older brother who likes JJBA way too much', Letter from Baji; Yotsuya Kaidan's Guard Captain)
Ryohei Hayashi ('Peh-yan')
Atsushi Sendo ('Akkun', Mizo Mid Five)
Takuya Yamato (Mizo Mid Five)
Everything might be a mess - Inui was struggling to find a path, the reputation of the Black Dragons was worse than ever and he was coming to accept that he was not a leader. But there was one thing he was good at, above so many others, and that was violence.
He let Koko take them to the ground; he was smart enough to go low to unbalance him and would be easier to fall than try to fight to stand. They hit hard and Koko went straight for his throat while trying to insult him.
Because Koko didn't care about him. Maybe he cared about the concept; the quiet, malleable man - the leashed dog who did as he was told - the brother who at least kept her face. As an extension of his own wants, his own desires. But if Inui dared to have his own emotions, his own dreams...
The way Koko was pinning him left his arms free and though Koko had managed to get a clean hit in on his face, Inui was freely able to grab a handful of that stupidly neat styled hair and yank his head back. With his other hand he punched hard into Kokonoi's side. He doubted his friend could take much of a hit.
"I get beaten by a monster of a man so now you think you can fucking take me? Huh?! You think a runt like you has any change?! Do you, Koko?! Come on! You've been involved sooo much longer than I have! Prove it! Get your hands dirty!"
He surged upwards and slammed his head into the other's. It was a bad angle and he definitely broke his own nose - Taiju and Koko's hits already damaging it - but it would still hurt.
His entire body tenses and curls in response to Inui nearly ripping a chunk of his fucking scalp out, the connected body blow just slamming every speck of air out of his collapsing lungs as he doubles over in genuine physical pain- Nothing like what you would think or maybe even FEEL on some visceral level- seeing fictional characters go through a fight in media. There just aren't any words in any known language to describe it. Everything shrinks down in the span of a heartbeat, narrowing and funneling microscopic into that- Pain, agony, knowing deep down in the fucking marrow of your goddamn bones that 'This is wrong, I might die here'.
And that had only been from one punch.
The headbutt almost knocks him completely unconscious, massive bursts of vantablack bloom ugly beneath his tightly clenched eyelids, all edged with oily smears of flashing colors that instantly wither and fade back into that disphotic abyssal nothing. It all expands, bleeds huge and diffuses itself inside of the dark place his mind's been trapped in ever since the fire.
Its what all comes flooding back to him in that moment and he wants to cry so badly- Wants to just give up and sob his disgusting guts out, be swallowed into the depths of the earth and have his being pulverized into nothing, into dust, into non-existence. There should be nothing left, not even a soul to judge or be spared so he could rejoin the reincarnation pool.
He should never have existed in this world in the first place.
But he doesn't do that, the hands clutching his sweat drenched dress shirt and the rumpled blazer of his school uniform curl into fists and Hajime brings both heels of his hands to his face and presses them down into his eyes- Laughing hysterically, it's echoing off the walls- Nothing but pure undiluted mania and adrenaline at work. Its like he's crushing all the tears back inside of his skull, grinning like a corpse in rictus, feeling his chest jerk spasmodically as more pealing and almost crazed sounding howls erupt from the depths of his being.
"It's always you-" he gasps, not making sense between his fits of sniggering, but in this moment nothing has ever been so perfect and true and right- Just clearer than the glassy waters of Fiji, or some other far off locale yet unspoiled to the point of no return by human misery and greed.
"Always... It's only ever been YOU."
He is the very image of tranquility as one of his uncovered eyes slides back open to take in Seishu's expression above his prone form, his dominant hand closing around the length of a discarded bike maintenance tool of some kind- Hefty, weighty, felt like a wrench.
Good.
He slams the hexagonal bulk of the metal head into the side of Inui's closest knee.
"And Cain says, βWhen you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.β
Me: I love all the characters of TKRV equally.
Also me: wHAT THE FUCK IS SOUTH- *thinks it's the NAME OF A GANG, not a single person*
Also also me: *CONSTANTLY FORGETS THAT TAKEOMI IS A CANON CHARACTER WHO IS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT TO THE FUCKING PLOT* who is that-
He had noticed how intense, how hungry, his brother looked whenever he took his hair down. It probably wasn't Rindo's fault in the end, Ran rarely took his braids out for long except for when they were sharing their close intimacies. He even usually slept with them in - redoing them in the morning. It didn't take a genius to realise what Rindo subconsciously associated his loose hair with.
But Ran theorised that Rindo hadn't realised the connection. And he was curious about what he could do with that knowledge.
So he left his hair loose; wavy from the braids but otherwise untouched as he went about his day. He noticed his brother's glances but didn't indulge him. In fact, Ran did quite the opposite. He spent the hours lightly mocking his dear baby brother, insulting him and angering him. Never enough that Rin would find him frightening; tiny little needles throughout the day. He wanted to see if, when his brother snapped like an elastic pulled far too taut, if it would become as sexual as he hoped.
And it seemed he was correct.
Ran was crumpled against the wall, hair a mess. Strands were caught in blood that dripped from his nose, strands were caught in saliva that he had choked up beneath his brother's strong blows. He was shirtless and his stomach was a mix of his pale skin, the black ink of his tattoo, and red inflammation from where he had been pummeled. It hurt to breathe and he wondered if Rindo had broken one of his ribs - but even still he laughed. Because he had been right.
Rindo slammed into him with such gorgeous savagery and Ran was sure he was bleeding from being less than prepared but that only added to it all.
"Rindo, Rindo..." Ran gasped between his moans and laughter. "You're going to break me! Hit me again!"
Forever demanding, forever selfish older brother. He was so lucky his Rindo was so perfect for him.
Ran only had himself to blame.
There was never a need for words, not when small elastic hair ties were yanked loose and his elder brother carded gloved fingers through thick, silken hair falling into loose waves from being plaited all day long. By Rindo's own surprisingly nimble fingers, no less.
For all of his strength, he hinged upon fine details with an almost exacting intensity- Which made him methodical and through whenever he willingly took care of Ran's styling in the morning.
Rindo still was a brute, all hard muscle that he obsessively maintained and sought to enhance further with strict, regimented training. He even monitored everything that he consumed and drank, turning down sharing certain items with his sibling simply due to the sugar content alone. Most tea houses allowed customers to choose between one-hundred percent sugar or zero- So, at least he could enjoy a fruit or milk tea without additional sucrose.
Normally, such a blatant signal that had been ingrained into their shared lifestyle wouldn't be used as bait like that, but Ran was always a cruel and mercurial- Chasing whatever would amuse him the most, whether it be bashing someone's kneecaps hard enough to shatter bone and crack patella, or party drugs taken at one of the numerous clubs they frequented. Rindo moonlighted as a disc jockey, which earned them access to all of the hottest sites in Roppongi, even beyond.
He almost wished they had some right now, having sex while rolling was arguably the best- It enhanced sensation and felt more intense than just using amphetamines, or whatever else they managed to score depending on who was there.
Rindo bared his teeth like an animal claiming it's territory, not liking the sound of Ran's laughter since it almost always was accompanied by something demeaning and invalidating, yet another joke made at his own expense.
He curls his dominant hand into a tight fist and slams his already bloody and raw knuckles straight down onto Ran's exposed throat- Enough to bruise, leave nasty marks, damage blood vessels with blunt force trauma. That actually lead to worse outcomes than penetrating injuries due to the deep tissue damage to complex structures and major zones that house cranial nerves and other important functions involving breathing, the spinal cord, and blood's access to the brain.
Ran looks amazing like this, blood streaking down the front of his face and glistening against his split lower lip like a smear of rouge. His milk-pale skin mottled with countless bruises in nearly every color of the spectrum- Mostly deep reds that were tinged with purple from blood vessels bursting open while trapped beneath countless layers of yet unbroken skin, sickly jaundiced yellow of older wounds fading deeper into an almost blueish, watercolor-like cluster of carelessly spattered trauma marks.
Rindo groans low in his throat, the sound of Ran audibly choking for air going straight to the base of his cock. His elder brother's struggling only makes his inner walls tighten around his erection on and off, adding more sensation to already overwhelming heat and pleasure coursing through him.
He suddenly grabs beneath Ran's knees to splay his thighs open further, but roughly shoves him up against the wall of their apartment, sliding forward on his knees to crowd his prey in with his body. Callused fingers slide down to harshly grip at Ran's ass, anchoring him with the almost strangling grip of his thicker arms, the power of Rindo's upper body strength and combined weight keeping Ran pinned in place like a newly caught specimen of glass-winged butterfly being mounted to it's display board. Thereβs a dull echo of pain in his joints as he keeps impaling Ran with his cock in a frantic and almost bestial rut, nail-marks and finger-shaped bruises stamping into and discoloring his beloved sibling's bare flesh.
His teeth sink into the join between Ran's neck and shoulder, Rindo heavily panting for air for a moment before worming his tongue into the bleeding indentations.
"Can't remember the last time you've been this worked up... Nii-san's always so fuckin' greedy, moaning for it like a cock-drunk whore, practically sucking me in like you can't let me go even for a second-" he growls through clenched incisors, biting down into Ran's already ravaged neck.
Managed to get "MassivelyFuckingDEPRESSED/BD!Inupi" with like three minutes left on the clock for the 10th Gen. BD trio banner... I would say 'thank you for the good food' but the algorithm gave me a shitload of all blue 10-rolls, or just BD!Koko. That's it, just him. All the time.
HOWEVER, I am VERY ETERNALLY GRATEFUL I worked so obsessively hard because FortuneTeller!Koko is my favorite, the most beautiful kitty-catte/snek in the whole entire world- And Taiju for some reason also has the same Costume Theme/Limit Break effect, so he constantly screams at me like a pregnant bear, then makes like 90% of the fucking screen disappear with an EXTREMELY GAY little magical SFX.
Speaking of Taitai-
This should be illegal on the grounds of all the fine bone china dining sets are gonna be broken by the time the Butler Cafe Event is closed.
Like, could you imagine. Hakkai would be like "HELP ME DON MY VESTMENTS, BUTLER-" and Taiju would punch him in the face until Hakkai cries, then be like "WHY DID YOU MAKE ME DO THAT?! *refuses to call Hakkai 'sir'*"
Unfortunately, still alive this Munday. Have a Princess Monchichi staring at me intensely like "Ok, that's enough fucking crying, my food bowl is like 1/4th empty- Please refill it now."
"You can wait outside if it's that terrible for you, Inupi. God forbid I try to put a positive spin on these damn meetings and follow it up with a night out with you." Koko groaned. Sometimes Inui was so stupid.
He paused by the door though when the blond tried to explain himself more and sighed softly. He shouldn't be surprised that it all came down to the things people said. How wonderful it was to be dogged by rumours in every aspect of his life... That it even followed his home, there was no escape of it.
He went back to Inui and grabbed his jaw, focusing his gaze into those blue green eyes.
"Do you really think I'm an idiot? Of course they're using me, Inupi. But they pay me for it. And Black Dragons is thriving because of that, just like you've always wanted. We have power and respect and a fearsome reputation." He spoke slowly, trying to drive the information into the other's thick skull.
"People can say what they want because all the ones saying that shit are nothing. I haven't fucked anyone for money, I haven't fucked anyone for connections but you know what? If it was the only way to help you with your damn dream maybe I would have considered it. But it isn't the only way, because I'm really fucking good at what I do."
Seishu goes characteristically quiet, withdrawing into himself further, turning himself into a visually appealing facade with no bothersome opinions or emotions. He's never been able to stand up to Koko- Even when he gets angry or frustrated, Hajime easily manages to string together a single sentence that slips past all the thorns and barbed wire, through a centimeter's worth of gap between the proverbial lamellar armor he hid behind.
He's always the first to avoid eye contact, to lower his head (truly, like a wounded dog) in submission, the one to feel something inside of the hollow cage of his ribs twist and strain itself with a painful astriction.
Koko isn't letting him off the hook, he never does- Thin fingers raking his jawline, jerking the blonde's line of sight up and forward. It's the same kind of animal instinct, that sensation of entrapment- Being backed into a corner as the fine hairs at the nape of your neck begin to stand on end, you can only bare your fangs and raise your hackles... Or, you can drop to the floor to show your belly and pray that it'll be a quick disembowelment.
"No... I don't think you're an idiot, Koko-" he replies easily, he hadn't meant to give that impression at all. Hearing someone he cared about being disrespected like that made him angry- Though, most things honestly did these days.
Shinichiro-san's legacy had been entrusted to Seishu by Izana Kurokawa. He'd promised to back a man he honestly didn't respect, but it was unquestionable that his violence and mercurial whims managed to get the job done. Then he'd made a rookie mistake and been collared for aggravated assault, by the time Inui had been released from 'reform school', Madarame was nowhere to be found. The ninth generation had completely disbanded after one (albeit, crushing) loss to the Tokyo Manji gang.
The Boss had promised that being little more than hired enforcers would only be temporary. That Koko wouldn't have to keep staying up long nights coming up with even better schemes than the last, examining all the fine print, looking to squeeze the most profit out of each deal with the least amount of effort and time required on their part. Seishu wanted to believe him- Even if he had long suspected it was all just smoke and mirrors.
Even if it was the only way, I wouldn't let you-
Those words keep repeating in his mind like a recording on loop, each word beginning to lose meaning the longer it echoes. Objectively, he understood their definitions as described in dictionaries, thesauruses, encyclopedias- But his mind wouldn't acknowledge those basic facts like it normally should.
He'd bent the knee to Izana, after being told he was valued and that his influence mattered. Even after Kurokawa disappeared, Seishu honored his promise without a single word of complaint or derisive curl of the upper lip thrown in the Mad Dog's direction. Taiju had beaten him to the ground and put an abrupt halt to Inui's 'no losses' streak in combat, so Shiba was the Boss. That's just how it was.
Seishu wasn't even sure what he was capable of anymore.
Inui thumbs the ribbed hem of his jersey draped over his right thigh, smoothing the knitted fabric between his scarred and blistered fingers. His lips roll inward between his teeth, tightening for a moment before he pushes himself into a standing position.
"Yeah. Right behind you."
After re-checking to ensure the front of the shop is locked, Seishu buries his hands in his pockets and focuses on that little divot between Koko's shoulder blades as he skulks behind him.
"I'm sorry, Koko... I won't make a scene, I'll behave."
I think Izana would rather go by a Filipino name, but since he was essentially divorced from his own culture extremely early on, he feels really weird about choosing one for himself simply due to not understanding the cultural naming conventions, nor meanings.
"Izana, do you hate me now?" Shinichiro asked, staring the other down. He could feel the sting where izana had punched him again and again. And he had done nothing to stop them. After all, didn't he deserve it for lying? - Shini to Izana
"What the FUCK is wrong with you-" Izana demands back, voice rising in volume due to the volatile mixture of emotions coursing through each vein, every nerve- confusion, disbelief, the pain of betrayal, self-directed shame over having fallen for such a cheap trick.
"Did it make you feel like a 'good person'? Was your fucking ego satisfied as soon as you decided to spare me your oh-so important time and energy, pretending to care about me, lying to my goddamn face about how we're siblings-"
They're already hyperventilating, clutching at the front of their rain-soaked t-shirt as their chest burns from the inside out and everything hurts so fucking much, they just want to struck dead on the spot rather than have this confrontation- Or better yet, maybe everyone else will have the decency to just give up and die.
"I knew I wasn't going to a boarding school, but I didn't want to scare her- I wanted her to at least have someone who gave a shit about her, because that fucking BITCH sure as Hell didn't! But she's the one who ended up with a family, so what was I even so worried about...? I should have just been concerned with myself," they realize aloud, wiping an open palm down the front of their face.
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