ohhhhh read a nice sweet sad majidai oneshot need more majima x daigo NOW everyone get weird about the sixth chairman and his pet dog i mean majima RIGHT NOW I MEAN IT
it doesnt even have to be romantic it could just be messy and weird and yearning. hi can anyone hear me
From the Majima/Daigo fic I’ll probably never post, but I like this line a lot, so 🤷🏼♀️
“The Mad Dog a’ Shimano’s more the Mad Dog a’ the Tojo these days, but I’m startin’ t’ wonder when folks’ll start callin’ me the Mad Dog a’ Daigo-chan.” Daigo makes a face at that and Majima cackles. “In all seriousness, though, Daigo-chan, yer holdin’ the leash, now. Better make sure it don’t slip.”
Link to my ao3(s): https://archiveofourown.org/users/isseitaka
https://archiveofourown.org/users/kakadolphin
Hello everyone, if anyone has any requests, please send them to my inbox. My family situation isn’t the greatest right now, and though it’s not absolutely necessary, I hope you would consider donating to my Ko-Fi. Even the littlest helps!
I think a very large part of my interest in majidai is because I really like that Daigo is over a decade younger than Majima and has him by like three weight classes, but Majima could 100% kick his ass if he wanted to. Also really like the role reversal and inferiority complex angle. Let Daigo work out his imposter syndrome issues by submitting to his lieutenant
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Dojima Daigo & Sawamura Haruka, Dojima Daigo/Majima Goro, Sawamura Haruka/Usami Yuta
Characters: Dojima Daigo, Majima Goro, Sawamura Haruka, Usami Yuta, Morning Glory Orphanage | Sunshine Orphanage Orphans (Yakuza), Kiryu Kazuma
Additional Tags: Sibling Bonding, Established Relationship, Post-Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza 6 (Video Game), Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza 6 (Video Game) Spoilers, Married Couple, Slice of Life, Family Fluff
Summary: Daigo hopes to find common ground with his adoptive sister.
Notes: Wrote this in like an hour because I’m sad. I’m a filthy American, so I use freedom units. I did do a little research on the weather in Okinawa and Tokyo respectively, so it’s more or less accurate. This is set about a year after the end of y6, and is technically part of a Majima/Daigo fic I’ll probably never post, though I did write it completely separately.
—
Onii-san
Okinawa is warm. Much warmer than Kamurocho is this time of the year, still locked in the mid-February freeze as it is, waiting for the chill to inevitably give way to spring. Ever changing, cyclic, reminding all those caught in its flow that the passage of time is as inevitable as the promise of the changing seasons. But the island is warm, sunshine and birdsong making it feel more like early summer than late winter. Unchanging. Immortal. A place caught in time like a photograph.
Daigo can see why Kiryu had loved this place so much.
Beside him, Majima Goro huffs and fans himself, scowling at the sun like it had personally wronged him.
“Too damn hot.” The lieutenant complains. “It’s the middle a’ February an’ it’s what? Eighty fuckin’ degrees out here?” Daigo looks at his phone and snorts.
“Not hardly, Majima-san. It’s 68 degrees.” He replies, grinning when the older man huffs again and waves a hand.
“Humidity’s a bitch.” He grumbles, and Daigo chuckles softly.
“C’mon. Morning Glory’s this way.” He says, grabbing the handle of his suitcase and lifting it.
“Bet they ain’t got a goddamn air conditioner.” Majima continues, grabbing his own luggage and dragging it behind him. “Shoulda booked a goddamn hotel room. They have t’ have AC fer all the damn tourists.”
“Like you?” Daigo teases, chuckling when Majima growls at him.
“Damn straight. This heat’s fuckin’ bullshit.” He replies gruffly, and Daigo chuckles again.
“Tone it down on the swearing, Majima-san. I doubt Kiryu-san would appreciate his kids learning your colorful vocabulary.” He says as they walk along the street.
“Yeah, yeah. Ya shoulda dragged Saejima out on this little field trip. He’s better with kids than I ever was.” Majima sighs. “An’ anyway, Haruka-chan still ain’t a fan a’ me. At least she likes Saejima.”
“Saejima-san’s holding down the fort for us. One of his duties as captain.” Daigo replies, straightening his shoulders. “Besides, I figured you’d want to have me all to yourself out here on a beach where nobody knows who we are.”
“It ain’t nothin’ like that, Daigo-chan.” Majima says, looking at him earnestly. “Ya know I love the idea a’ spendin’ time with ya. It’s just…” He trails off as though he’s unsure of what to say, and Daigo reaches over and grabs his hand, threading their fingers together and squeezing gently.
“It’s hard for me, too, you know.” He murmurs, smiling when Majima looks at him again. “I’m just as out of my depth as you are.”
“Maybe moreso, yeah?” Majima concedes, squeezing his hand in return. “Maybe he weren’t all that much older than ya, an’ maybe he only knew ya in fits and starts, but Kiryu-chan was just as much yer father as Patriarch Dojima was, huh?”
“Moreso.” Daigo agrees with another smile, wan and tired. “I loved my dad, but he was a piece of shit. But Kiryu-san… hell, I idolized him. As far back as I can remember.”
And that’s true. Daigo still remembers the emergency meetings between Kazama Shintaro and Dojima Sohei, when the captain would have no choice but to grudgingly bring his de facto sons with him because they simply wouldn’t leave him alone. Kiryu and Nishikiyama would take a very young Daigo out into the courtyard of the Dojima estate and play baseball with him to pass the time, while the boring adults talked about boring business. And while they had been teenagers, they’d always made time for the child who had looked up to them with stars in his eyes.
Hard to believe they’re both gone, now. Hard to believe how much time they’d wasted.
Daigo squeezes Majima’s hand and sighs.
“Sorry fer bein’ a whiny bitch.” The older man murmurs, bumping his shoulder with his own. “Y’don’t need that. I’ll keep my trap shut.”
“I don’t know what I would do with myself if you weren’t whining in my ear all the time, Majima-san.” Daigo retorts warmly. “The silence would drive me crazy.”
“Yer such an ass.” Majima growls, laughing as Daigo waves a hand dismissively. “But if ya insist, I’ll keep pesterin’ ya ‘bout that AC.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Majima-san.” He says, then grabs the older man’s collar and pulls him into a sweet kiss. Majima sighs and sinks into it, lifting one hand to curl at the side of Daigo’s neck.
“Awright, Daigo-chan, we better get th’ lead out.” The older man murmurs after a moment, pulling back and grinning.
They continue down the street, walking toward the sound of laughter echoing in the relative silence of the beachside, and suddenly Daigo is nervous. He hasn’t seen Haruka in years, not since she was a little girl, and he’d been a lot different back then. Wild, angry, consumed by unresolved issues that had sent him spiraling, so completely done with everyone and everything that he hadn’t particularly cared if he’d lived or died.
He’s so different now. Not wiser, but certainly smarter. More controlled. More calculated. In many ways, less a man one would want to call a brother than he is a man one might simply bow to and hurry away from as quickly as possible. Haruka had been kind to him before, in that sweet, soft, yet very mischievous way of hers, but the world had changed the both of them, and Daigo wonders if the thread that ties them together now will be enough to find common ground. He hoped it would be enough at least to bridge the gap between the different worlds the Tojo Clan had made for them.
The palm trees obscure their approach, and Daigo hesitates before breaking free of them, tugging on Majima’s hand to stop him and pull him back into the safety of the fronds. The older man looks at him curiously, a hint of sympathy coloring his gaze, and Daigo looks away, frowning deeply.
“Talk t’ me, Daigo-chan.” He murmurs softly, squeezing his hand, and Daigo huffs.
“Ten years of heading the largest criminal organization in eastern Japan, countless wars and conflicts, being hunted, nearly killed, and arrested, but the idea of meeting a bunch of children is making me fucking nervous.” He gripes, frowning again when Majima laughs. “It’s not funny, Majima-san.”
“Sure it is, ya fuckin’ dope.” Majima coos, reaching up to pinch his cheek. “Yer gonna be fine. Just a buncha brats and Haruka-chan. Who’s a mama, now. And Kiryu-chan was her dad, so she’s prob’ly pretty damn fierce these days, actually.”
“You’re not helping.” Daigo hisses, and Majima laughs again and pats his face, something more sincere overtaking his features.
“Hey, Kiryu-chan was yer dad, too, huh? That’s yer common ground. Trust that connection.” He murmurs, echoing Daigo’s thoughts as though he’d read them, then steps away, tugging Daigo after him and breaking from the cover of the palm trees. “Heya Mornin’ Glory!” He crows, not an ounce of subtlety in him, and Daigo cringes internally as every child in the yard freezes and turns to stare.
A man stands up from the engawa, the cigarette in his hand forgotten as he glares at them, every inch of him rigid and ready for a fight. He’s wearing a t-shirt, the edges of a tattoo peeking out from his sleeves, and Daigo is immediately on guard, grabbing Majima’s arm and yanking him back to his side.
“Who the hell are you?” The man growls, less menacing perhaps than he’d probably meant it, and Majima shrugs off Daigo’s hand and steps forward again.
“Could ask th’ same of you.” He growls, his voice low and deep and truly menacing, and the man hesitates. “Yer yakuza, yeah? Where’s Haruka-chan?”
“What do you want with my wife?” The man retorts, finding his nerve and squaring his shoulders, and Daigo sighs and lets the tension out of his own body. This must be Usami Yuta. Date-san had told him Haruka had married her child’s father, but even though he’d also mentioned the young man was ex-yakuza, somehow the notion had seemed so absurd to Daigo that it had slipped his mind.
“It’s alright, Majima-san.” Daigo murmurs, pulling the older man back again. “My apologies, Usami-san. We didn’t mean to put you on your guard. Please, allow me to introduce myself.” He continues, stepping forward and bowing deeply. “I am Dojima Daigo. My companion here is Majima Goro. We were… close to Kiryu Kazuma-san.” Yuta narrows his eyes, as though gauging whether or not he should believe them. Then, before he can make a decision either way, Haruka emerges from the house, one hand on the door frame, the other fisted over her heart, and a look of such fear and apprehension on her face that it breaks Daigo’s heart.
“What do you want, Daigo-san?” She asks, her voice strong like it hadn’t been when he’d known her a decade before. “There’s nothing else you can take. Uncle Kaz is gone. You can’t call him back to the clan. And you won’t take Yuta-kun. I won’t let you.”
“Haruka, that’s not—“ Daigo starts, but she cuts him off.
“Usami-san.” She corrects sharply, a fierce look on her face that mirrors Kiryu’s so much it takes his breath away. Related not in blood, perhaps, but certainly related in spirit.
“Usami-san.” Daigo concedes, letting his shoulders sag. “I’m here to see you.”
“Her? Why?” Yuta growls, stepping in front of her, and Majima steps in front of Daigo in turn.
“Maybe it’d be best if Kiryu-chan told ya why.” He says, his voice low and serious. “Daigo-chan, give her the letter.”
He does, and she reads it right there, her husband moving to read it over her shoulder. Her hand creeps up to her mouth as her eyes move over the page, tears collecting in her lashes as she hears the words in her father’s voice, just as he had.
“I just want to talk to you, Haruka. Not as a yakuza. Not as an enemy.” Daigo says, and her eyes find his right as her tears slip down her cheeks. “But as a brother.”
“Okay.” She whispers, dropping her hand to her heart once more. “I’d like that… onii-san.”
—
Notes: I know Daigo probably keeps his distance to make sure his little adoptive family stays safe, but I just really like the idea of him wanting to be a big brother, and moreover, wanting to talk about Kiryu with someone who understands the sort of parent-child relationship they had. Everybody else knew Kiryu as a friend or brother, but Daigo and Haruka and the Morning Glory kids knew him in a very different way, and I really wish we saw that explored a little in canon. I also really like mama bear Haruka, and I adored that little taste of it we got in the y6 post-credits scene, so I gave her some of that fire back that she had when she was a kid
“Fuck, we gotta go somewhere.” Daigo says roughly, pulling back and grabbing the older man’s jaw.
“What, a parkin’ lot in th’ middle a’ town too dirty fer yer refined tastes?” Majima teases, curling his hands against the sides of Daigo’s neck.
“Too public.” Daigo huffs.
“Kinda hot, though, right?” Majima purrs, his eye widening. “Ooh, what if we get caught? Whaddya think th’ headlines’ll say?”
“I’d rather not find out. Bad enough this is happening at all. If I had any sense, I’d stop it right now before it has a chance to go any further.”
“Lucky me, ya ain’t got any sense then, huh?” Majima chuckles, stroking Daigo’s jaw with his thumbs and sighing noisily. “Awright, ya fuckin’ prude, let’s get a hotel room, then.”
