Request | Yakuza!AU
@saikurisuto (tooji)
It had been unbearable. Perhaps it had been a mistake to introduce Sakamichi to the Yakuza? Perhaps it was only his own fault for being so reckless about it? Of course, Onoda would not be part of the hitmen -- he was not cut out for that job... and of course, he wouldn’t help Tsuji with the prostitutes -- that boy was practically the same height and body-size as Nobu, he would have to work as a call-boy himself. And Yasutomo would hate to see that. More than anything else.
Of-fucking-course, he would end up with the one person he did not want to be around Sakamichi -- Tooji Kanzaki. That smooth-talker, that flirtatious fuck, that guy with the most disgusting smile on his face while he tried to woo all the ladies around him with sweet nothings hushed towards their direction. Of... fucking... course, Onoda would fall for that kindness.
But it made him think: was he really that unbearable to be around? Was he really that much of a monster? Surely, working the death-row of the Yakuza would harden your personality, and your heart, in ways that it seemed inhumane. It was inevitable, but was it entirely the fault of his job or was he himself to be blamed?
They had been so, so distant, the bespectacled male and Yasutomo -- ever since their argument over Tooji. It was so ridiculous, it was as if he started a fight with a girlfriend, when they were nothing like that. He just meant to keep Onoda close to himself, close to his heart, like a little brother he never had (biologically), like a small brother he meant to protect from all the evil that happened in this world, he wanted to keep him safe and sound.
Desperate situations asked for desperate measurements, it seemed.
As he entered the casino, people already staring towards the man’s direction, not expecting someone of his calibre to walk in here -- it was no secret that he had his fair share of beef with the right hand man of Naruko. But that’s exactly the person he meant to face-off. Some had a weird feeling -- thinking that Arakita was here to start a fight, to call out Tooji, to punch his teeth out for getting all too close and buddy-buddy with his little Sakamichi. But they couldn’t have been more wrong.
“Oi. Kanzaki.”
Once he found the man in the midst of gamblers and Yakuzas, he stood next to him, face-to-face; everything about his body language screamed that he wanted to pick a fight, his eyes glaring at the man he hated the most -- the man who fucked up the biggest show-stopper offered to him in Yakuza’s history -- tense shoulders and hands formed to fists as if he was preparing himself to deck him right in the nozzle.
But instead... he did something nobody would’ve expected him to do.
Bowing deeply in front of the brunet, he kept his head as low as he could, while his arms were tight against each side of his torso, his fists twitching turning knuckles white.
Shocked about his own actions, he was unable to speak up, waiting up for the man’s reaction before he’d make his request.
Sometimes, true strength would be visible while bowing to the person you hated the most... right?!