❛ i'm gonna have more fun... and LIVE crazier than any of 'em. ❜
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@madcg
❛ i'm gonna have more fun... and LIVE crazier than any of 'em. ❜
indie m.ajima goro of the y.akuza/like a dragon video game series. as seen by aj.
CONNECTIONS/AFFILIATES.
NOVA V VAUX HILDA & ING ITSUKI DEATH & FURY MAGNUS
Chen Chen, from a poem titled "Elegy for My Sadness," featured in When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities
Dear Ex (2018), dir. Chih-Yen Hsu & Mag Hsu, via (lunamonchtuna)
@neuroslayyer
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something back from october
She is pacing in front of the sofa, back and forth, nervousness can be observed in the manner she moves. "I...have something to tell you but promise me you'll not freak out." Lips part to utter, now emerald hues looking at him. He seemed a little tense too, because he has no idea what she is hiding. They aren't married, they only made things official recently. Gently she kneels in front of him and places a pregnancy test upon his hands. "You....are going to be a father."
THIS is it. ain't it? the bubble burstin'. she's leavin' him- callin' it quits. she's found somebody else. been with 'em already, maybe... leavin' him for them. knew this was comin'. knew it was too good to be true. too good for him this is what he gets... what he damn well deserves. fer thinkin' he could have this. a life, a love, like this. with a woman like her?... 's like a dream. more than someone like him could should ever've dared to dream of. what if he's got the wrong end of the stick here, though? like, maybe she's sick or somethin'? fuck... what if she's sick? the fuck's he gunna do with that, huh?! fuck's he gonna do without her- nah. can't won't go there. calm yerself, man. maybe, by some miracle, it's somethin', anything, other than worst case scenario. can't be. but, it's gotta be. got to be... please let it be ❛ i wanna do anything and everything ya ask of me, darlin'... but, i dunno if i can do that. i might freak the fuck out. throw a buncha shit around. bawl my eye out... but, i can promise ya one thing. two things, actually. first... i love ya. more than anything. more than life itself. second... i want ya to be happy. whatever that looks like for ya. long as yer happy and healthy, i'm happy. alright... lay it on me, darlin'. ❜ there's no way. no freakin' way... can't be. could it? ❛ i... huh? i... we're... havin' a baby? huh?! ❜ he's freakin' the freak out, all right. as not promised! but, in a good way, the best way, possible. shouting and laughin' his damn head off. taking lore's face in his hands and planting a whole buncha unsteady, quick little kisses all over it, before restin' his forehead against hers. still laughin' a little. maybe tearin' up some- just a little... or, a lot maybe he's lost his damn mind fer real- for good- this time. don't matter! he's on top of the damn world right now! the happiest, luckiest fool in it. and he's not comin' down anytime soon! not fer all the dough on this earth. pickin' lori-chan up and spinning her 'round in his arms before thinkin' twice 'bout it. ❛ sorry, darlin'! sorry, mama! we're havin' a baby, baby! i'm gonna be a daddy... a goddamn daddy! and you're gunna be a mama! best mama in the whole damn world! hottest milf there ever was! hehehe! how's it feel, huh?! ❜ still holding tight to that test in his hand. somethin' he can have and hold to prove he ain't dreamin' here. like it's one of the world's rarest and most priciest treasures. 'cause it is. that's what it is to him. scared he might snap it in two. almost as worried 'bout that as he is of breakin' or dropping it with these big, clumsy freakin' hands of his. this is real, ain't it? really, really real... ❛ how're you feelin', darlin'?... huh? ❜ those worries breakin' on through now. kickin' the door down in his noggin and flooding it. this is big. really, really fuckin' big... how's she feelin' 'bout it? his lori-chan. 'bout him, them... everything? how hard is this gonna hit her? is this what she wants, even? will she want him around? him, who's picked up just about everything there is to know 'bout hurtin' and breaking... raisin' hell and wrecking lives. threatening life. harming it. bein' a family man... like the back of his damn hand. know next to nothin' about lovin', caring... the hell does he know about anything, huh? to be a family man... rearin' scamps. nurturin' and nourishing a whole 'nother life... ❛ talk to me. ❜
"Majima-san, what happened to your eye?" The nine year old taps under her own eye, you know. For reference. "I still have both of mine and my shoes ain't even tied... you should try harder not to lose your important things..." Was she being serious or playful or....? She has one more question up her sleeve "Do you have all the rest of your body parts? As far as I know I still have all my internal organs!... I think." She pokes around her tummy and sides "I got some scars but I don't think any of them are the type that come from stealing, say, a liver." She lifts the edge of her shirt and runs a finger along a scar that's definitely in the right place to be an appendectomy scar. Huh. It might not be a stolen liver but maybe she lost an organ after all... - Jaymie @a-family-holiday have fun unpacking all this majima asdfghjkl
YA know... in all his years, this might just be the first time he's had cause to laugh 'bout this damn eye of his. and he does. laugh his damn head off! only stoppin'- eventually- so she ain't worried he's lost his mind, too. kids got the darnedest way of puttin' things though, don't they? makin' the heaviest of stuff a little lighter. ❛ it's a real tragic tale, kiddo. ya sure you wanna hear it? all the bloody, gory details? alright... here goes nothin'- don't say i didn't warn ya... when i was 'bout your age, i didn't wanna eat my veggies. hated the damn things... with a burnin' passion! yeah, i'd stick my tongue out whenever i saw 'em. then, one day... i sat down to a big ol' plate of greens. stuck my tongue out. and whaddya know? my peeper fell right out with it! so! moral of the story: ya gotta eat yer greens if ya wanna grow up big and strong. happy and healthy. and hold on to both yer eyes! ❜ that ain't right. kiddos know a whole lot more than grown folks give 'em credit for. he ain't bein' fair to her here, is he? ❛ nah... i can't lie to ya, kid- i freakin' love my vegetables. always have! hehehe! alright, i'll tell ya the real tale- truth is... 's nothin' nearly as interestin'. yer not wrong, scamp. it was stupid of me. real dumb... guess ya could say it was 'cause of a misunderstandin'. nah, that don't cut it- call it a disagreement. one big disagreement... yeah. folks saw sh- things one way... i saw 'em different. and we got into a big ol' scrap 'bout it. in the end, i couldn't keep my big trap shut. and my peeper paid the price. with that imagination of yours, you gotta help me come up with a better story fer it one day. how 'bout it, huh? ❜ would he do shit differently? if it meant not gettin' on shimano's bad side (or, one of his worst)... turn his back on his kyodai and hold onto that eye of his?... nah. not a damn chance. just what kinda tale does he wanna spin for this little one, anyway? that you gotta keep yer mouth shut, fall in line and not ruffle any feathers? swallow down and die a slow-ass death, choking and suffocatin' on your truth instead? he'd never wanna see jaymie-chan hurt or caught up in some stupid-ass situation. but... you gotta stand yer ground and speak up in this life, don't ya? even if they cut out yer tongue. break your legs... ain't like what he did or didn't do was brave or special or nothin'. bold, maybe. what he did was damn stupid. s uicidal. but... maybe you gotta be just a little stupid sometimes, in this life. hell, any life... to live one you can walk in with yer head held a little higher. or, least live with... maybe he oughta have another heart to heart sometime with this gal here. give her a little life advice fer the future. 'bout how ya gotta be stupid in life. hm... gotta do some thinkin' bout how to word it. but, mostly... he'd like her to know she's gonna be just fine. long as she don't lose sight of what and who matters in this life. brave-ass, heartstrong gal like her? not in a mil. even if she messes up or says or does a buncha dumb stuff. that's life, ain't it? livin'. or... maybe he oughta tell her not to pay all that much attention to silly old dudes who go 'round losin' eyes... ❛ well, the jury's still out 'bout me havin' a brain. heh, and i know my liver's seen better days! but, i'm pretty sure the rest of me's in workin' order. half sure, maybe... that's a helluva doozy ya got there though, kiddo! way cooler than mine. fer what it's worth, i've always thought scars make ya look damn cool. more badass! they tell a tale, don't they? say you've lived a life. anyone that tells ya different's just jealous. how'd ya get that stunner anyway, scamp? win a fight against a bear? i know who my dough'd be on fer that scrap. hehehe! ❜
❛ IF it means missin' you... i say too bad, so sad! i'm a selfish man. sorry, darlin'! just want ya all to myself... hehe! ❜ the lady ain't wrong. they got shit to do, places to be... people to see! he's prob'ly late to some other meeting (all too happy 'bout that). the boys've gotta be workin' themselves up into a frenzy, too. then, there's kiryu-chan and his whereabouts...! well, since he's feelin' so cozy and content up on cloud nine today, he'll give him a half day off. right now, there's just no seein' past her... his lori-chan. 's like a dream. she's a damn dream... one he don't wanna wake up from anytime soon. ever. speakin' of sleeping... this has gotta be the best he's had in forever- talkin' shut-eye here! not that either of 'em got a whole lotta that last night... hehe! zero complaints (only compliments, breathless, lovesick and delirious) in that department, either! hehehe! but, yeah... when he ain't prowlin' the streets, bloodying his gloves and blackenin' the lungs and knuckles some more, dodgin' the land of nod, it's avoiding him. not with her, though. with her warmth, in their world... 's different. better. the best. more than a man like him could ever've hoped or dreamed of ❛ sleep good, beautiful? hehe...! ❜ snakin' his arms 'round lorraine's waist and pulling her closer. dottin' her neck with a buncha little kisses, fond, painstakin' and delicate. means it. just want it to be good- fer him to be good. the best! wanna give her everything and more. well, that's what she damn well deserves, ain't it? she's everything. the whole damn package!
𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄. Their world. A tender little plane carved out of warmth and seclusion, far removed from all those cruel obligations that so often reach for him. She could live here forever, nestled within fragile peace, but Lorraine knows he cannot escape his responsibilities. Still, she is pleased that he always makes time for her. No matter how exhausted he is, or how much the world has taken from him before he reaches her door, Majima still comes. And Lorraine will always open that door, allowing him to rest comfortably in her bed, if only for a short while.
Gigglings echo through the room as she feels his kisses dotting her neck. ❝ That tickles! ❞ Complains fondly, feeling his arm around the waist. Rolls over him, chestnut filaments of hair flowing across his chest like loose silk. ❝ As long as nobody comes here with a machine gun, everything is fine! ❞ Laughter tucked into her words, playful despite the absurdity. ❝ You can stay here as long as you want. ❞ A kiss is placed on his chin. She isn't interested in leaving anytime soon either, despite several tasks awaiting her later on. For now, they can remain like this. ❝ Hope Kazuma doesn’t get jealous. ❞
❛ TICKLISH, are ya? good to know. gotta keep that in mind... i promise not to use it against ya, gorgeous- too much. hehe! ❜ buryin' his face in the crook of lore's neck before blowing a buncha raspberries there, grinnin' and giggling away. threading the fingers of one hand through hers, while he's smoothing and playing with that pretty hair of hers with the other, touch gentle and painstaking as can be. for someone like him to be. ❛ let 'em fuckin' try! i'd eat every last bullet if it meant keepin' you safe... heh, that's just the kinda guy i am, darlin'! ❜ course, he's jokin'! sorta. kinda definitely not... just the notion of any harm headin' her way's got his ticker racin' fit to burst. calm it, goro... can it. slowin' his breathin' now, tryin' to match hers. focusing on the feeling of her heart beatin' so close to his. the warmth and comfort of her skin against his own... if he's dreamin' (gotta be)... just let him catch a couple more z's. please. seconds', minutes', hours' or days' worth... here with her. let him have that. ❛ you mean it, darlin'? forever and a day? all right! it's settled, then! i'm not leavin' this bed. just gonna get older, grayer... grumpier! heh... sure yer not gonna get sick of me? kick me outta bed to the damn curb? can't say i'd blame ya... just, let me down easy. be gentle with me. break my heart before too long. 'cause, i could die a happy man right here and now... beside ya. ❜ bringing their hands up after givin' 'em a little squeeze to press his mouth to lorraine's knuckles. switchin' the subject 'fore he starts gettin' too sappy here... ❛ ya bet yer perfect, pretty ass he is! can't blame the man- who in their right mind wouldn't be green, seein' a knockout like you on my arm? hehehe! ya know, i think he's been hittin' harder than ever in our scraps lately... well, too bad, too sad fer kiryu-chan- 'cause there ain't nothin' or no-one i wouldn't fight for ya, darlin'. dragons, tigers, bears... you name it! i'd fight the reaper himself! ❜
HE'S through the door to lorraine's place, yappin' to no-one 'bout a whole lotta nothin' 'fore he realizes. somethin's off. wrong. missin'... the bunch of roses he'd been waitin' in line fer not so patiently behind some chatty old bat scattered careless and forgotten to the floor while he's tearin' apart what's left of their cozy, comfy little slice of heaven. lookin' fer signs of life, his lori-chan, blood... his own rushin' in his head and runnin' cold in his veins. boots soon poundin' the pavement quick enough to shatter the damn concrete. prob'ly shoulda gone 'bout this smarter, huh? got the boys rounded up. maybe. not a clue what he's walkin' into here. don't matter... he'd walk over coals and through flames- hell itself- so long as she was waitin' fer him at the end. can't think straight. not when it comes to her... only seein' red right now. ❛ yer goddamn right i am... when it comes to mine and mine's? i'm soft as a damn 'mallow. anyone or anything gets in the way of that, though... well... they're gunna find a big ol' chunk taken out their ass by one mean, mad ol' mutt. hope ya got yer rabies shot lined up... you touch one fuckin' hair on her head, that's gunna be the least of yer worries! ain't a doc in the world'd be able to put what's left of ya back together... anywho... 's little ol' me yer after. ain't it? let the lady go and ya got me... i'm all yours. ❜ it's takin' every fuckin' fiber of his damn bein'. not to look at her. ask if she's alright. tell her it's gunna be okay. even if it ain't. that they're goin' home. even if it don't look or feel like it right now. they'll put it back together again. rebuild. or, they'll find someplace else... build another one. whatever she wants. he's fightin' tooth and nail against every nerve, cell and instinct clawing and howlin' to be let loose. teeth snappin' and gnashing against metal. sheathin' his tanto, slow and steady, wrists held out bitterly in offering instead.
❛ ━━━━━━ GENTLE PALMS, UNMARKED BY THE ACT OF SLAUGHTER. Lorraine's attention focuses on the banter as it dances between them, pulse quickening with each utterance of inarticulate words. She has witnessed many facets of Majima before, his teasing insinuations, restless charm, wildness that forever wants to break free. But ... this is something different. This is the first time she sees him struggling to control his emotions. Almost a stranger, voice robbed of its familiar rhythm, tone sinking into a darker register. Unmistakably, the men have erred gravely.
❝ Ah! I didn't know you liked them so young. ❞ The same man grimaced, fingers entwining viciously in her hair, yanking her upright. She adjusts as best she can, jaw tightening to mitigate the pain. ❝ They're hot, aren't they? Young and gorgeous ... meant to be wrecked. ❞ Heart thunders with adrenaline and alarm. This is no mere jest; she can sense it. However, his true intent isn't directed at her. Every cruel word, brutal gesture, is a ploy to push Majima to the breaking point.
❝ Don't listen to him!❞ Cries, voice piercing the air with unexpected assertiveness. ❝ Don't you dare listen! This is a trap. ❞ Vale shakes her head, expression severe. ❝ She's right. This is a trap designed to destroy you utterly.❞ He tells. The taunts persist. And then, in a moment that might be either brilliant or absurd, Lorraine acts.
She struggles with the hand that restrains her, fighting to break free. ❝ Stop, bitch,❞ comes the command, and a brutal slap lashes across her cheek, sending her head reeling, pain flaring hot on her visage. Yet, despite her fear, digits have already found the weapon concealed in her dress, a blade, akin to the one Majima wields.
She lifts her eyes, breath irregular, but eyes alight with defiance. ❝ I'm his lover. Did you truly think I was defenseless?❞ For the first time, she plunges the blade into a man's arm. Sound he makes is sufficient. His grip falters, and she tears herself free. Lorraine sprints to Majima, hurling herself into his embrace, kissing him as if her life depended on it. A moment later, she retreats behind him, using his frame as a shield. One of the men emits a rough, mirthless laugh. ❝ Guess your lady's more cunning than we thought.❞
THAT kiss of hers, her touch, her... it- she's- the one thing holdin' him together right now. holding him back... so damn proud of her so in love feels like his ticker's gunna burst outta his chest any sec now. ❛ that's my girl! hehehe! not just a pretty face, are ya?! 'scuse me fer just one sec, gorgeous- ❜ and that's that... over and done with, in the blink of an eye. few more kicks and punches, slashes and screeches fer good measure, 'til he's good and satisfied. all's quiet now, save for the labored, achin' breaths of this fool before him. three outta four lights out. dead to the world. this one, the yapper, close to ko'ing. but, somehow, somewhere, he's found it in him to hold back- only just, though... fool ain't gettin' off that fuckin' easy! ❛ not so brave when you're the bitch... huh?! ❜
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HE'S been rackin' his noggin fer a while now, wondering just what to get lana-chan for her big day. don't want it to look cheap or like a whole lotta nothin'. or, go too overboard and pricey, like he's tryin' to show off, outdo everyone. nobody likes a showboat, do they? above all, he just wants it to look like it's from, to be, from the heart. it's gotta be something that's her. somethin' (or, some things) to show that he hears and cares for her. 'cause he does. damn well loves and adores her like she's his! like family. so, he's settled on a little (or, a lot) of everything lana-chan! a big ol' box of doughnuts in every flavor and color of the rainbow (course, there's gotta be a few apple ones in there!), each one spellin' out HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANA ! so, a lot of doughnuts- enough fer everybody to enjoy (only if little lana gives the go ahead, that is- she's the birthday gal, after all)! there's another box full of plushies painstakingly won from catcher machines, a bunch of little gacha capsules, a set of markers (the cool ones that smell like fruit and shi- stuff like that!), pencils, colored paper and glitter (sorry, hank...!) and finally, one last little jewellery box. this one's the biggie. not in terms of price or size or nothin' (though, he mighta got more than a little carried away with all the cool charms out there ya can get...!). i mean, the appeal might be lost on the kiddo. ain't a toy ya can play with or whatever. hopefully, she likes it, though. gets the thought behind it. that's what counts, ain't it? ❛ happy birthday, lana-chan! hope ya dig yer gifts. 'specially this one. if ya do, i'll getcha a new one every year. every birthday! maybe sooner. when i visit! we can even match, if you wanna! check it out- ❜ showin' off the little luigi charm on the kick-ass bracelet lana so very kindly made him for his birthday (meant to match lana's mario). thing's become part of his getup. another part of him! heh. ❛ whaddya think, huh? hehehe! ❜
"You ever box before, Majima-Sama?"
'S funny. gettin' stronger, bein' strong, was all he could freakin' think about at one point... heh, guess he ain't changed all that much, huh?! woulda tried just about anything and everythin' to get there. did, too! boxin' was one of 'em, among a couple others. didn't stick, though. yeah, he mighta had the pride of havin' got his ass back up every damn time it was handed to him- even earned the nickname no k.o goro! but, it didn't win him a whole lot else. didn't walk away totally empty-handed, though- learnin' how many blows he can take without almost kickin' the bucket and all! speakin' of eatin' hits... another school caught his eye soon enough. one that had all sortsa tricks up its sleeve to teach him. that of hard knocks! shit he picked up a little faster on the streets- lightin' quick-like. like, how a knife or bat in the hand, a kick to the jewels or a finger or two jammed in the eyes can sometimes be worth a little more than one on the chin. cheaters don't prosper and all that jazz, but... fightin' dirty's it's own kinda style, ain't it? the law of the jungle don't gotta whole lot to say 'bout playin' fair and square, do it? 's a dog eat dog world! ❛ too many rules fer me, mag-chan. mad dogs got no biz playin' a gentleman's sport. i like it rough and dirty, anyway... more interestin' that way. hehe! but, i'll try most shit once or twice- ya willin' to teach me a thing or two 'bout the ol' noble art, huh? be my sparrin' partner? yeah, i'd like that... i wanna see ya in action. how 'bout it? gimme all ya got, mag-chan! put up them dukes! ❜
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RAIN FALLS OUTSIDE LIKE SOME PERILOUS OMEN, AGAINST SHATTERED GLASS AND RUINED SILENCE. She is missing, isn’t she? A palpable sense of loss sits within what is left of her abode, where peace had been torn apart by rapacious hands. Furniture lies broken, belongings scattered, remnants of violence strewn across the floor of a place that once felt cozy, safe. Now, her coffee table is all that's left of that safety, along with a note. Coordinates. Lorraine had been captured, a cruel method of tricking him into an ambush. How did they find out about her? About them? Perhaps they hadn't been cautious enough. Perhaps they had forgotten too often that she could indeed become a target. Even a commoner like her, with no weapon resting on her hip, could still be pursued.
Inside an old manufacturing plant, rain enters through half-broken windows, dripping continuously against corroded beams and fractured concrete. Moonlight attempts to soften the scene's barbarism, but to no avail. Lorraine is there, wrists bound inhumanely with rope, bare knees pressed to the cold ground. Over her head, a bag is ripped away, and only then is she allowed a glimpse of her captors. It didn't take long for her to understand. She is a bait.
They know Majima will come for her, and so does she. One hour crawls by agonizingly before the old factory door bursts open. ❝ Finally, he’s here. ❞ One of the four foes murmurs, amusement curling through his timbre. Emerald hues widen with relief, but that temporary solace is stolen almost immediately. Fingers seize her hair and pull her head back, forcing a sharp gasp from her parted lips, cold steel pressing against her throat. Blade cuts just enough to draw a fine crimson line, blood oozing where metal kisses thin tissue. ❝ Majima... ❞ Lorraine says, before the pressure in her throat silences her. ❝ Aren't you a soft-hearted man, mad dog of shimano?❞ Same cruel man taunts, his grin widening.
HE'S through the door to lore's place, yappin' to no-one 'bout a whole lotta nothin' 'fore his heart sinks all the way down to his ass and he realizes, knows, somethin's off here. everything. wrong. missin'... the bunch of roses he'd been waitin' in line fer not so patiently behind some chatty old bat scattered careless and forgotten to the floor while he's tearin' apart what's left of their cozy, comfy little slice of heaven. lookin' fer signs of life, his lori-chan, blood... his own rushin' in his head and runnin' cold in his veins. boots soon poundin' the pavement quick enough to shatter the damn concrete. prob'ly shoulda gone 'bout this smarter, huh? got the boys rounded up. maybe. not a clue what he's walkin' into here. don't matter... he'd walk over coals and through flames- hell itself- so long as she was waitin' fer him at the end. can't think straight. not when it comes to her... right now, the only thing he's seein's red. ❛ yer goddamn right i am... when it comes to my ticker? i'm soft as a damn 'mallow. anyone or anything gets in the way of that, though... well... they're gunna find a big ol' chunk taken out their ass by one mean, mad ol' mutt. hope ya got yer rabies shot lined up... you touch one fuckin' hair on her head, that's gunna be the least of yer worries! ain't a doc in the world'd be able to put what's left of ya back together... anywho... 's little ol' me yer after. ain't it? let the lady go and ya got me... i'm all yours. ❜ it's takin' every fuckin' fiber of his damn bein'. not to look at her. ask if she's alright. tell her it's gunna be okay. even if it ain't. that they're goin' home. even if it don't look or feel like it right now. they'll put it back together again. rebuild. or, they'll find someplace else... build another one. whatever she wants. yeah, he's fightin' tooth and nail against every nerve, cell and instinct clawing and howlin' to be let loose. teeth snappin' and gnashing against metal. sheathin' his tanto, slow and steady, wrists held out bitterly in offering instead.
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