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2 - Blood

Rating: Teen and up
Tags: blood, mild violence
Character: Saejima

Summary: How Saejima got his scar.

3 - Rarepair

Rating: Mature
Tags: masturbation, scent kink, fantasizing, one-sided attraction, Kugihara being a creep like usual
Character: Saejima/Kugihara

Summary: Kugihara has some fun with Saejima's jacket.

4 - Cigarette (Fanart)

Rating: Teen and up
Tags: smoking, flirting
Character: Saejima/Baba

Summary: Let's have a smoke, aniki!

5 - Ghosts / Cold

Rating: Teen and up
Tags: delirium, ghosts
Character: Baba, Yasuko

Summary: Slowly freezing to death, Baba has an apparition in the form of Yasuko.

6 - Yakuza Family Office

Rating: Teen and up
Tags: pre-canon
Character: Sasai, Saejima

Summary: Sasai and Saejima have a little chat in the Sasai family office

7 - Halloween / Mythical Creature AU

Rating: Teen and up
Tags: teensy bit of body horror, humor
Character: Nishida and a bunch of other characters

Summary: Nishida oversees a Halloween party, during which a few of the guests turn into something... less human.

8 - Coffee (Fanart)

Rating: Teen and up
Tags: rare-pair, flirting
Character: Saejima/Kosaka

Summary: Saejima and Kosaka share a cup of coffee.

9 - I didn’t actually die 

Rating: Teen and up
Tags: slice of life, pre-canon
Character: Yasuko, Saejima, Sasai

Summary: Saejima gets ready for his first big Tojo clan meeting, and Yasuko helps him with the suit.

10 - Gaming

Rating: Mature
Tags: humor, masturbation, mild voice kink
Character: Majima/Kiryu (kinda)

Summary: Majima gets his hands on a copy of famous BL game "Amigo Picante".

11 - A Character Finds A Normal Job

Rating: Teen and up
Tags: fluff, flirting, a bit of humor, swearing, dialogue heavy
Character: Saejima/Baba

Summary: After serving his time in prison, Baba finds a new job. Is it a normal one? Saejima begs to differ.

12 - Regret (Fanart)

Rating: Teen and up
Tags: regret, grief, pre-Yakuza 4
Character: Saejima, Majima, and Yasuko (kinda)

Summary: In prison, Saejima remembers happier times.

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Pain bloomed in front of his eyes like a blinding light. Suddenly, the left side of his face felt sticky and wet. When he touched it, his fingers came away with blood.

“Not so tough anymore, huh, big guy?!”

The man’s voice sounded unnaturally loud in Saejima’s ears.

Everything had happened so fast, he still struggled to understand. At first, it was the usual taunting, followed by punches and more taunting. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. Typical prison stuff.

And then the tray hit him across his brow, hard, and the blood started to flow. It trickled down his face and soaked the fabric of his prison uniform. Saejima couldn’t care less. He had bled before and it seemed, he would bleed even more before his thread of life got cut.

Since he’d arrived in the penitentiary, he tried to keep a low profile, neither in the mood for a fight nor having the willpower to defend himself. It’s what being on deahtrow did to men. There was no use in fighting for one’s life when it was already over. And yet, whenever one of the inmates got too close or challenged him to a fight, he gladly took the opportunity. Brawls pulled him out of the numbness his life had become, with the faces of the Eighteen haunting his days and nights.

Pain and blood were proof he wasn’t dead yet.

Stumbling back, more out of instinct than anything else, Saejima put one hand against the bleeding slash.

Sudden fire burned in his eyes. He clenched his free hand into a fist.

“Oh, do ya wanna play little kitty cat?!”, the man mocked.

Saejima knew his face but forgot all about the inmate’s name. It didn’t matter. He was Saejima Taiga. He’d killed 18 men in cold blood. Who did this little shit for brains think he was?

Saejima bared his teeth and snarled like a wild animal. The tiger on his back wasn’t just for show!

Maybe it was burnt into his very core, this will to not give up, even when everything was at an end. Or perhaps he was just a plain old masochist.

The thought made him chuckle. The chuckle soon turned into a fit of laughter becoming a guy who felt his sanity slipping away with each new day.

Saejima punched. Hard.

Through his own growling and the clamoring of the inmates, he heard his opponent wail. Something snapped under his fist.

“You know, Saejima. It's true what they say about you. You're a freaking beast. Fascinating how you managed to be the last one standing with that nasty slash. Could you even see through all the blood?”

Saejima didn't answer.

The nurse sighed and put a disinfectant-drenched cotton swab to Saejima's brow. It stung a little, but between bruises and his overall numbness, it didn’t mean much.

“Anyway, you'll live. The wound will scar, though. A nice little scar. It will suit a beast like you just fine, right?”

Saejima kept silent.

Scar or no scar.

What did it matter for a guy on deathrow?

~The End~

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“Saejima-san, can I ask you something?”

The voice was barely audible. Did he imagine it? Saejima wasn't sure. Who could've blamed him? It was in the middle of the night. Apart from the guards, most of Abashiri penitentiary was fast asleep. He could tell, from their snoring, that two of his cellmates definitively were, too. As for Baba...

Saejima turned around, groaning.

“I’m sure ya can, Baba-chan", he muttered, half-asleep. “What's eatin’ ya?”

He could vaguely make out Baba's silhouette. The young man hemmed and hawed until he spoke up.

“I wonder... What happened to your jacket?”

Saejima blinked in confusion.

“My jacket?”

Baba nodded.

“When we found you in the shed today, your jacket was, well, not there," he chuckled slightly. “I know, I know, it's a silly thing to ask but I couldn’t get it out of my head.”

Saejima yawned.

“A lost jacket keeps ya awake at night? Yer an odd one, Baba-chan. It's just a piece of cloth. Ain't important to lose sleep over.”

He smiled, even though Baba probably couldn't see it, turned around, and soon was fast asleep.

Baba listened to Saejima's deep breathing and stared into the darkness.

He'd really like to know where Saejima's jacket had disappeared to.

Somewhere else in Abashiri penitentiary, another inmate was still awake.

He had most of the room to himself. His cellmates had learned by now that it was wiser to stay out of his way, or else one might wake up with an elbow to the face. Or not see the next day at all. Everything was possible with the creep.

Kugihara sniffed at the jacket in his hands. It smelled of blood and sweat and snow. And it smelled of Saejima.

Intoxicating!

Chuckling to himself, Kugihara pushed his nose deep into the fabric. The scent drove him almost mad with desire. Every fiber of his body seemed to be on fire. The scar across his skull and face prickled. An itch, he couldn’t scratch. Sweat beaded on his brow.

Breathing heavily, he wrapped himself around Saejima's jacket. It was easy to imagine how it would feel to hold the man's strong body instead. After all, Kugihara had touched him more than once during their torture sessions. Remembering the past day and how Saejima had buckled under punches and blows, he licked over his lips. A hot sensation bloomed inside his body.

Moaning, he pressed his face into the rough fabric. His hands shaking, he dug his fingers into the jacket, tearing and caressing, a bizarre combination of tenderness and violence. He imagined the fabric to be Saejima's skin. How it would break under his fingernails. How the blood would ooze out, painting muscles and skin a beautiful crimson.

Kugihara lost himself in the fantasy. He tossed and turned, his skinny body trembling with lust. Rolling onto the jacket, he trapped it under his full weight, rubbing his lower body against the futon and garment.

“This is so nice, Saejimaaa. I knew you’d be into it,” he murmured into the darkness, his voice shaking with ecstasy. He wished the darkness would answer, a stifled moan, a sigh. Pity, that there was nothing but his own panting and the sound of rustling clothes.

Kugiharas movements became more aggressive. Blood rushed in his ears. The sound of his own breathless gasps drove him on and on. Violent shudders ran through his overheated body, while sweat rolled over his back. A sensation, unbearable sweet!

For a split second, everything seemed to come to a standstill. His movements, his heartbeat, time.

And then, sweet, sweet release.

Satisfied, Kugihara rolled onto his back, the crumpled jacket draped over him like a blanket.

One day, perhaps, he’d do the same to Saejima. For now, this simple piece of fabric had to do. And he would enjoy every second of it!

~The End~

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Baba was cold.

It wasn't the usual cold you felt, after gazing and marveling at the beautiful ice sculptures of Sapporo's snow festival for hours.

No, this cold gnawed at his bones, tore at his sinews, and threatened to snuff out his very core. Breathing was painful. His skin felt so brittle, Baba thought one move might shatter it like glass.

He was freezing to death, no reason to sugarcoat it. And, to be honest, Baba had accepted it. Who could save him? No one knew he was here, lying in the snow. And the only man who did, was either already dead himself or on his way to Sapporo.

Wait, what was that sound? Baba listened intently. Who else could be outside in this freezing hellhole, outscreaming raging nature herself?

It was impossible!

Baba's hackles rose. A sudden heat flashed through his spine. Not the heat to keep you warm, but a heat warning you of imminent danger.

Baba wanted to laugh, but all that escaped his parched lips was a croaking gasp. What was he supposed to do? He was hardly alive as it was, blacking out with increasing frequency.

Maybe he was just imagining things...?

No. He wasn’t alone anymore.

A hulking shadow covered in shaggy fur was standing not far from him. It snarled.

A bear?

There was no energy left in Baba to do anything about it. Funny, really. He thought the cold would be the end of his miserable little life. Looked like he was going to be devoured by a bear instead. No easy death for him, then again, he didn’t deserve one.

His eyelids heavy with ice, Baba looked at the shadow of the beast. Sometimes it disappeared in snow and wind. Only to emerge again, crushing Baba's hope that it was just a figment of his imagination. Each time, the bear was a little bit closer to the dying man. By now Baba could identify its massive head, long claws, and glowing eyes. It radiated strength and unfathomable cruelty.

Hadn’t Himura told them a story about a giant man-eating bear, which was painting Hokkaido’s mountains red? Baba wished it would’ve been a story.

Suddenly, the giant bear stopped.

Baba blinked in confusion.

From out of nowhere, the shape of a woman materialized. She stood in front of him, facing the bear. No, that wasn’t true. She wasn’t standing, she floated in the air!

Impossible.

Maybe she was a ghost. One of the many mountain spirits haunting the wilderness of Hokkaido. Baba squinted. The woman looked odd, not like a mountain spirit at all.

Sure, her long black hair twirled in the wind like vicious snakes. Her skin was as pale as the snow was white. And she was unaffected by a raging blizzard and a vicious bear.

It was her clothes that threw Baba off.

A beige, knee-long coat and black high heels were things women strolling through Tokyo would wear, but not mountain spirits.

Who was she? Baba had never seen her before in his life.

All he knew was that she stared down the bear without fear. The beast hesitated. Yes, it paced about, snarling and growling at the floating woman, but it didn’t dare to come any closer. As if two mighty mountain gods were fighting over whether Baba should live or die.

As if spirits – or humans for that matter - would care about the fate of a lying low life like Baba. More likely it was a dream, cooked up by his mind to make dying a little bit easier.

Baba sighed. He was so tired. He wanted to rest. To not feel anything anymore.

He closed his eyes.

When he came to, Baba found himself in a cozy hut. Gone was the freezing cold. Gone were the ghostly woman and the giant bear. The smell of something delicious lingered in the air – a stew?

A man was sitting at the fireplace. Broad frame, shaved head, weathered features. Baba knew him all too well.

This, clearly, must be a dream, too!

~The End~

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Sasai family headquarters were small and sparsely furnished. Cheap shelves lined the walls like pearls on a string. They bent under the weight of countless books and folders. A map of Tokyo was mounted to the wall next to calendars and cork pin boards. The latter were littered with notes like a hedgehog with leaves. If one were looking for potted plants, art prints, or trinkets, they would’ve looked in vain. A water dispenser gurgled away in one corner. Someone had covered it with colorful stickers of cute kittens.

On the east side, the blinds were down to prevent being dazzled by the morning sun. Despite the unmistakable smell of cold cigarette smoke lingering in the air, sensitive noses could detect a subtle hint of tea and rice, too.

Tokyo’s constant humming and buzzing penetrated the deserted room through closed windows. Well, deserted, apart from the two men who'd already gathered here at such an early hour.

The older one was sitting at a massive desk at the backside of the room, a lit cigarette between his lips. He was leafing through a folder. Sasai took all the time in the world. He was in no hurry this morning and, if he was being honest, he wanted to enjoy peace and quiet a little while longer. Soon, the rest of the family would show up, with noise and excitement in tow.

Sasai loved every one of his ruffians. At times, though, he wished for a more educated, cultured, and, above all, calmer troop, than this gang of barking strays he'd rallied over the years.

He couldn't have wished for a more loyal pack!

The sound of creaking leather reminded Sasai that one of his favorite strays was waiting patiently for his attention. Time to take pity on the poor guy!

Sasai rubbed his bearded chin. Then he sighed, closed the folder, stubbed out his cigarette, and finally turned his gaze to the young man sitting on the worn leather couch in front of him.

Young man? Far from it!

Saejima was still a child who’d grown too fast and had to grow up too quickly. He did look older than his years, with his serious face, tall, muscular build, and long hair. And yet, he couldn’t fool an attentive observer. Everything about Saejima was a little too serious, a little too stiff, a little too deliberate. He lacked the composure of a man who had found his place in life and was sure of himself. No matter how much he pretended to be a grown man, this boy was in the middle of puberty, sensitive and quick-tempered. Combined with his physical strength, it made for an explosive mixture.

If there was one thing Sasai's family had been lacking, it was a pair of powerful fists. Give the boy another two or three years, he told himself, and even Shimano will envy you.

Sasai leaned back in the chair, crossed his legs, and interlaced his fingers.

“Saejima, jog my memory: how long have you been with us?”

“Almost two years, boss,” he answered without hesitation.

Sasai grinned as Saejima's voice broke and squeaked. If there was one unmistakable proof of his real age, it was this voice crack from hell.

“Unbelievable, how time flies! I feel like it was only yesterday when a little brat got into a fight with my men and got the beating of his life. And now look at him: sitting on the couch in front of me, a fully-fledged member of my family that I can trust and rely on.”

“Do what I can, boss,” Saejima muttered, casting down his eyes. He tried to hide it, but it was obvious that Sasai's praise made him happy.

Sasai smiled. Sometimes he forgot how sensitive the boy was. From the outside, Saejima acted like a tough guy, of course. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived life on Tokyo's streets. Here, like elsewhere, the strong preyed on the weak. Saejima had learned that quickly.

Sasai took an envelope from the pile of papers and slid it across the table.

“Take it and read.”

While Saejima skimmed over the document, he continued: “I'm very pleased with your work. There's not much left I can teach you. That's why I want you to go with me.” He gestured casually at the letter in Saejima's hands.

“A party? Ain’t anythin’ I can learn from a party, boss.”

Sasai laughed at Saejima's skepticism.

“Being yakuza is more than collecting money and punching other guys in the face. A yakuza knows how to forge alliances, weave intrigues, and exploit his opponents' weaknesses and strengths. Every top dog of the Tojo clan will make an appearance at this party. It's the perfect opportunity to learn how to navigate this tricky area.”

Sasai absently leafed through the pile of papers.

“We're going to meet some real heavyweights. You will watch, listen, and keep your mouth shut, Saejima. I want you to learn something and not make enemies on your first big social gathering.”

“'course, boss. Thanks, boss.”

With his hands on his thighs, Saejima bowed so deep, his long hair covered his face.

Sasai snorted and waved his hand around as if shooing away an annoying insect.

“Give it a rest. It's just a party. No need to grovel. You better make sure you're presentable. Buy yourself a suit and a tie. Perhaps a new pair of shoes.”

Sasai pulled open the top drawer and slid a thick pack of banknotes across the table.

“A suit, boss?”

“A suit. Ask your sister if you need help. Women have an eye for that sort of thing.”

Saejima finally took the money. Hesitantly, as if he was expecting some kind of devilry. His fingers closed tightly around the bills.

“And now scram,” Sasai said, with an amused gleam in his eyes. “I still have work to do.”

~The End~

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When Majima pulled Nishida aside one day and screamed into his ear: “Yer boss wants to celebrate Halloween! Ya know what that means, right?”, the poor guy had no other option but to nod.

Majima cackled.

“Excellent! I’ll leave ya to it, then. Here’s the guest list. Have fun, Nishida!”

Naturally, Nishida knew exactly what was expected of him. He’d worked for years under Majima and probably understood the man better than anyone else. In this case, The boss wants to celebrate Halloween roughly translated into: the boss wants you to prepare a Halloween party with all the bells and whistles. And don’t you dare forget something!

Nishida didn’t really know anything about Halloween so he had to ask good ol’ internet for help. After a long and arduous journey down the rabbit hole of all things Halloween, Nishida decided, that he’d be fine, as long as there were fang-tastic decorations, spooky-licious food and drinks, and lots of toothrottingly sweet candy.

His confidence rose.

Luckily the guest list was short, too. Majima had only noted down a handful of people in his neat handwriting. Who’d have thought a Mad Dog's handwriting could be so clean and precise?!

Of course, his boss had invited Kiryu and Saejima. Nishida recognized Daigo’s name, right next to the ghost of Mine – whatever that was supposed to mean – and a bunch of names he wasn’t familiar with.

Great! He could handle that. No problem. Booyah!

That was a week ago and now, on the eve of all hallows, Nishida stood in the foyer of Tojo clan HQ and inspected his work.

He did feel a bit proud of himself.

Thematically he went with There’s no such thing as too many skeletons. Skulls were everywhere! Be it the punch bowl, mugs, or ashtrays. Candlesticks in the shape of bony hands stood on the tables, which were covered with crimson tablecloths.

One part of the skeleton crew crawled up the walls, while the other dangled from the ceiling. There were cobwebs and pumpkins in abundance, too, but the skeletons were clearly the main attraction.

Eerie music wafted through rooms and corridors and gave Nishida goosebumps. Maybe he should’ve decided on something less creepy.

Everything was prepared!

He’d even managed to put on a mummy costume. Nothing fancy, Nishida had to admit, but at least it was better than what Minami had come up with! The crazy pyromaniac was a ghost. Yep, that kind of ghost where you threw a white bedsheet over your head and cut two holes into it.

“Nishiiiidaaaa!”

Majima came down the stairs, arms outstretched, grinning like a madman, with his one eye sparkling like a child’s at, well, Halloween.

Nishida frowned.

Majima was wearing his regular snakeskin jacket, leather pants, and steel-capped shoes. It threw Nishida off a bit.

No costume? He’d thought Majima would at least dig out the old zombie costume from back when he was stalking Kiryu.

“Ya outdid yerself! Terrific. This is exactly what I've imagined. The skeletons riding the flamingos? Genius!”

“Of course, boss,” Nishida said and bowed.

If the boss was happy, he was happy. However, he still wondered who the hell had stored the hot pink flamingos in the attic!

A knock at the door reminded Nishida, that his work for the evening wasn’t over yet. He shuffled to the door to greet the guests.

“Welcome to Majima’s Monstrous Masquerade Halloween party!”

“Evenin’, Nishida,” Saejima rumbled and went inside, with two young men on his heels. Baba and Kido, Nishida learned after a quick glance at the guest list. One was wearing what Nishida assumed were black bunny ears, the other white fox ears. Well, not very spooky, but who was he to judge.

Daigo arrived next.

“Sorry, I’m late,” the sixth chairman smiled. “I had to dig up Mine here first.”

Nishida blinked. He looked at the space Daigo pointed at. He blinked again. There was no one there.

“That... is totally fine, chairman. Please do come in. And your, uhm, friend, too, of course.”

Daigo beamed.

“Come along, Mine! Don’t be shy.”

Odd.

Nishida didn’t have time to rack his brain as more guests were arriving. The loanshark with a golden heart Akiyama (yes, he was wearing a shark onesie), his secretary Hana, whom Nishida secretly had a crush on, Date, and that police officer guy Tanimura. At the point Shinada turned up dressed as a giant shrimp, Nishida decided it was Minami's turn to welcome the guests. After he’d hammered into his brain not to breathe fire at anyone, Nishida mingled with the crowd.

It felt good to unwind a little. Sipping at a glass filled with green-glowing punch and nibbling on a pumpkin pie, Nishida was happy. It was such a rare emotion in his line of work, that he, in all honesty, was thankful to Majima for this Halloween party. His boss seemed to be happy, too. Majima cackled and entertained his guests with jokes, stories, and playful threats. He also made sure everyone had enough to eat and drink. Much like an old English lady would do during a ball. Nishida grinned and averted his gaze when Majima suddenly stared at him.

On the dancefloor, Akiyama tap danced to the music with wobbling shark fins, completely lost in his own movements. Then there was Daigo, slow dancing with the thin air. It looked hilarious, but Nishida decided it was none of his business. Constant stress did horrible things to people’s minds!

Nishida spotted Hana on the other side of the room. Maybe it was time to finally be a man and ask the lovely lady in her pretty cowgirl costume out. Unfortunately, Date was faster. Soon, the two exchanged tricks on how to bring down evil-doers best.

Nishida sighed but had to grin a second later when he noticed that poor Saejima had to entertain not one, not two, but three young men. Baba, Tanimura, and Kido buzzed around him like bees around their queen. And they were jealous like hell!

Ah, seemed everyone was having a good time. Great!

Suddenly, Nishida frowned.

His assistant senses were tingling.

Someone important was missing! It couldn’t be... He scanned the crowd once again. No, it was true. There was no Kiryu!

What a disaster!

If Majima’s old frenemy/love interest didn’t show up, his boss would be so sad!

Nishida didn’t want his boss to be sad. Should he call Kiryu and ask where he was? Maybe his flight got delayed. Already fishing for the phone in his pocket, Nishida froze.

Things suddenly turned very weird.

“Urgh, this skin is killin’ me! It itches! God, I hate it. Enough already!”

With his eyes growing rounder by the second, Nishida watched in terror, when Majima’s face literally melted away like wax, revealing the grotesque face of a monstrous snake thing underneath. Its skin was as white as snow, with red and black markings drawn across cheekbones and brow. A split tongue darted in and out of a mouth covered in pointy teeth. Oh, god, so many teeth!

Majima’s whole body began to grow. Arms, legs, and spine stretched until the old skin cracked. It fused together with snakeskin jacket and leather pants into the new, scaly skin of a snake. His hair, grew, too, thick and as black as tar. And where once had been legs, a long, powerful tail now coiled on the floor. It was funny, in a horrifying way of course, but despite claws and fangs, the thing was unmistakable Majima. Maybe it was the eyepatch and the inked torso.

Nishida whimpered.

“Nissshida,” Majima hissed and slithered closer. “Yer lookin’ like ya’ve ssseen a ghossst.”

“Well, uhm, well, boss.”

“Stop yer uhming and welling. Where’sss the food? I’m ssstarving!”

Majima slithered across the room and dove headfirst into the pile of pumpkin pies. He stuffed everything in his mouth – did he just dislocate his jaw?! – and swallowed. Trays, table, and tablecloth included.

He burped.

“Oi, kyoudai. Leave somethin’ for the rest of us!” rumbled Saejima.

Sweat beaded on Nishida’s brow.

No, that wasn’t Saejima anymore but a giant tiger!

“Ya can eat yer boy toys!” Majima cackled and winked at Baba, Tanimura, and Kido who just rolled their eyes at him. Funny, how they didn’t seem to mind that two of their acquaintances had turned into monsters right in front of them. On the contrary: they “Pspspsed,” at Saejima and ruffled his fur until he purred. It sounded like a mountain collapsing!

Nishida squeaked when the monster tiger turned his attention toward him and breathed into his face.

“Ya do look pale, Nishida. Poor guy. Ya should take better care of yer boys, Majima!”

“Pah! He’sss probably jussst afraid of ya. Yer a fuckin’ tiger!”

“Yer ain't one to talk, ya old snake.”

Nishida felt like he was on the wrong planet. Why did no one question what was happening? A giant tiger and a snake thing were among them and no one batted an eye! This must be a dream. Yes, he just had too much green-glowing punch!

Nishida took a step back, laughing nervously.

He bumped into Daigo.

“Do you mind?”

The icy voice sent chills down Nishida’s spine. He turned around. Slowly.

Daigo was no longer slow dancing with the thin air. Instead, he was embracing the ghostly specter of a man, resting his head on said man’s shoulder and looking perfectly happy.

What, the hell, was going on?!

“Where’sss Kiryu-chan, by the way? Late asss usssual!” Majima hissed. “Oi, kyouudai, are ya lissstening?”

But Saejima was otherwise occupied. Baba had pulled out a laser pointer. No cat, even a giant tiger, could resist the temptation. They heard him trash the furniture in his attempt to catch the little red dot.

If Nishida had thought it couldn’t get any worse, he was wrong. Suddenly a howling storm broke loose outside Tojo HQ.

“Kiryu-chan!” Majima crowed in delight. “At lassst!”

The doors flew open and the Dragon of Dojima entered in all his glory.

Well, at least he tried to.

“Sorry,” dragon Kiryu rumbled. “Seems I got stuck in the doorway.”

Nishida had to sit down. He snorted and then he burst out laughing like there was no tomorrow.

~The End~

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Yasuko bustled back and forth in the one-room apartment located in the middle of the Champion District. Outside, the city was baking in the summer heat. The young woman, still but a mere child, really, didn’t mind, even with her face red and the shabby blouse sticking to her body.

Living space in Tokyo was expensive and in high demand. An apartment like this, no more than a single room with a kitchenette, a closet, and a tiny bathroom, was the only thing people at the bottom of the food chain could afford. If at all.

For Yasuko, it was a paradise, her kingdom, where she could do as she pleased. She wouldn't have traded this peaceful place for anything in the world. As long as her brother was around and the horrors and cruelties of the world remained outside, she was happy. What did she care about the summer heat?

Yasuko ran past a single fan, which puffed up her skirt and only managed to whirl around the warm air instead of cooling it down. Barefoot, she hopped across the old tatami mats. She could clearly feel the rough surface and the dents in the floor. They were as familiar to her as the view outside the window and her brother's face.

“Hold still, Taiga! And stop fiddlin' with yer tie. Ya will get it all dirty!”

“It's too tight,” Saejima complained.

Yasuko rolled her eyes and could barely stifle a laugh.

A few days ago, Taiga had come home with a wad of money and an order from his boss to get himself a suit. Then he had put off the task because he knew as much about suits as he knew about needlework. It had been Yasuko who dragged him to Ebisu Pawn one day. Only to find out, that it was hard to find a fitting suit for a guy built like a goddamn bull! They had more luck at Le Marche, where a very skeptical-looking employee had finally sold them a suit. Tie included. Taiga had looked at the thing as if it were a hangman’s noose.

Smirking, Yasuko adjusted the knot of the tie. It was indeed a little tight.

“Better?”

Saejima nodded and grimaced. Yasuko giggled. Maybe her brother was a tough yakuza on the streets of Tokyo, but in her kingdom, he was just that: her brother.

She turned down the collar of his shirt and deftly adjusted the sleeves and cuffs of his jacket before standing on tiptoe to sweep dust and lint from Saejima's shoulders.

How he had grown during the last few months! At almost 17, he even towered over grown men.

Yasuko smiled. One day he wouldn't fit through the door anymore!

She stepped back, arms akimbo, and looked him over from head to toe.

“Ya look good. Like a real businessman.”

He snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Should buy ya a new blouse. Or a summer dress. Somethin’ pretty. With flowers.”

She playfully punched his arm.

“Nonsense! Ain’t needin’ a summer dress. It'll only get dirty in the kitchen.”

“A new school uniform then...”

“The old one’s perfectly fine!”

“I'm serious, Yasuko! Ya have long outgrown that old thing.”

Of course, she knew he was serious! If he could, Taiga would lay the world at her feet and fulfill her every wish. Why didn’t he understand, that he’d already done that? Yasuko was happy and safe. She, who had resigned herself to the fact that she wouldn’t live to see her 15^th birthday, was still alive. And it was all thanks to him!

What more could she possibly want?

“I'll sew in another gusset and the blouse will fit again.”

Before he could object, someone knocked at the door.

Yasuko spun around.

“Comin’! And ya don't sit down anywhere. Floor’s dirty!”

“The floor ain’t dirty, ever!”, he mumbled, but Yasuko had already opened the door.

“Sasai-han! Please, come in.”

Yasuko took his jacket. Sasai slipped out of his shoes and entered the small apartment with a smile.

“Boss Sasai?”

A hint of panic entered Saejima’s voice. He clearly hadn’t expected such an important visitor and stood at the window looking like a drowned rat. He quickly bowed.

Even though Sasai's visits never felt like those of a yakuza patriarch, Yasuko didn't miss the change in her brother's attitude. When the boss was in the house, there was no room for silliness.

“Relax, Saejima. I just happened to be in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop in on you two and see how you’re doing.”

“Tea, Sasai-han?”, Yasuko offered, already directing her steps toward the kitchenette, but he declined with a shake of his head.

“Then maybe ya can tell my stubborn brother here that the suit fits him just fine? He ain’t believin’ me.”

Saejima shot her a warning glance, but Yasuko just stuck out her tongue. Little sisters were allowed to do that, even when the boss was in the house.

Sasai laughed.

“Let me see, Saejima! Don't be shy. A yakuza is proud of what he is and what he has!”

Yasuko giggled as Sasai gave Saejima a thorough inspection. Occasionally, he tugged at a sleeve or smoothed out a crease. Finally, he took a step back and rubbed his bearded chin, lost in thought, as he looked at the young man in front of him. Saejima was becoming increasingly nervous under his scrutinizing gaze.

“Your sister is right: the suit fits you like a glove. You look like a proper businessman.”

Yasuko clapped her hands and giggled happily. She won this round!

“Hm, there's just one thing I don't like,” Sasai continued.

“Is it the tie after all?”

“Don't worry, Yasuko. It's not the tie.”

Sasai reached out and brushed one of the long strands of hair behind Saejima's ear.

“We need to do something about the hair. Your brother looks like a stray cat.”

Yasuko furrowed her brow. Suddenly her face brightened and she patted Sasai's forearm, ignoring Saejima, who inhaled sharply.

“What about hair gel, Sasai-han?”

“Good idea! Let’s try.”

Yasuko hurried into the tiny bathroom and rummaged through the cupboard. Where was it? She knew that she had seen the small jar only recently and had been annoyed that Taiga didn’t use it. He’d been complaining for weeks that his hair was bothering him. After he had categorically rejected headbands, hair ties, and bobby pins, she’d come up with the hair gel.

Aha, found it! Yasuko took the jar and got it to Sasai.

With her hands clasped behind her back, she watched as he spread the sticky gel through Saejima’s black hair until it stuck neatly to his skull.

Strange how clothes and hairstyle can change a person, she thought to herself. Taiga suddenly looked much older, serious, and menacing.

Perhaps for the first time, Yasuko truly realized that her brother was a yakuza, a criminal. He, who had dreamed of becoming a teacher one day to help kids like them get off the streets, was now beating up said kids in some filthy backyard.

Yasuko blinked in surprise when her chest tightened.

It’s your fault.

Taiga had reassured her – what, a thousand times? – that the sickness wasn’t her fault. Neither was it her fault he'd abandoned his dreams and became a yakuza to save her life. Usually, she managed quite well to believe his comforting words and push the gnawing guilt aside.

Still, it got to her sometimes.

What else could she do but support him to the best of her abilities in this new life of his?

Doing the chores, the cooking, and patching him up when he returned home from a fight with a bleeding nose and bruises. Studying hard so that they maybe could have a different life one day. Yasuko had not given up on this future. She wasn't built like a goddamn bull like her brother, but she possessed the same hard, indomitable core.

Yasuko picked up the shirt Taiga had carelessly dropped next to the table when he put on the suit like a new skin. It felt clammy and stank. Time to do the laundry!

She only listened with half an ear to the plans the two men were making for the upcoming evening. To be honest, she had no interest in it. This world of violence and chauvinism had no room for little sisters.

~The End~

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Majima wouldn't call himself a gamer. Sure, he’d played arcade games occasionally when he was a kid (who didn't?) but as a yakuza and patriarch, there wasn't a lot of free time for idle play.

No wonder, he almost hit Nishida over the head with his baseball bat, when his faithful henchman pushed a video game into his hands one day.

“Please, boss, I swear, you will like it!” Nishida squealed and crouched out of the way. “Just give it a try. If it doesn’t make you happy, you can still bash my head in.”

To be honest, these days, Majima was too tired to bash anyone's head in. Between his work as patriarch and babysitting Daigo during his first steps as Tojo clan chairman, Majima had hardly any time left to do fun things. He dearly missed the days and nights when he stalked Kiryu across Kamurocho. Ah, good times!

Maybe Nishida was right, and it would do him some good to relax with a silly little game.

"Alright, fine."

He grabbed the game and gave the cover art a quick glance. Well, at least it looked interesting. A bunch of well-built anime guys wearing school uniforms were staring back at Majima. Some of them clearly had been in a fight, with their noses bloody and their uniforms torn. Great! A beat 'em up was exactly the kind of mindless fun he needed right now.

He turned the box around and read the summary on the back:

Amigo Picante

Get ready for a high-octane game of adolescent carnage and drama. Explore the themes of humanity, friendship, betrayal, and the bonds these men form along the way!

Intriguing!

“Good work, Nishida. I'll give it a try tonight.”

Nishida bowed so deep, that his nose hit the floor. When he straightened up, Majima was gone.

Back at his place, Majima fired up the game and pressed start. He clicked through the prologue, which explained the setting and the stakes. So he was in an all-boys school and played a guy named Abe who'd just started his first day. Oh, and a deep, dark, unspecified mystery surrounded the guy (the way he dressed and behaved, maybe he was yakuza?). Abe looked like your typical bad boy with tousled hair, broad shoulders, and a school uniform two sizes too small. Weird setup for a beat 'em up. Then again, video games had come a long way since the 80s, too.

Majima didn't really pay attention to the prologue. There was A LOT of text to read and he wanted to finally start punching other guys in the face. The pictures were pretty, though.

After lots and lots of exposition, Majima finally got in control of Abe. He and his childhood friend Michiue (a slim guy with a handsome face and a mischievous grin, Majima didn’t trust one second. Something about the guy screamed traitor!) were alone in the classroom at the end of the school day. Outside, the sun was setting. A golden tint lay over the scene.

Michiue

It's been a while since we've had time to ourselves, Abe... Just the two of us.

(Oh, so the game was fully voiced? Neat! No more reading! Majima sipped his beer and settled back on the couch. Time to find out if he was right about the guy and then tackle him to the ground!)

Abe

Yeah, you’re right. I'm glad to finally have some alone time with you.

(Majima spit his drink across the room. Wait a minute! He knew that voice! That voice like vintage whiskey, that killer timbre. No, it couldn’t be! Right? RIGHT?!)

Michiue

You know, it almost feels like fate that we both ended up in St. Dandy’s. I would have been so lonely without you...

Hey, Abe... How do you feel about me?

Abe

Hmm. To be honest, I’ve... always seen you as a kind, strong man.

(The way Abe’s voice gave Majima goosebumps, how his heartbeat rose, the way his dick reared its head in anticipation, there could be no doubt whatsoever. The guy voicing Abe was “Kiryu-chan!”)

Michiue

You... You mean it? To me, you’re... Well, you’re everything I could ever want.

My ideal lover.

(Majima cackled in delight. It was one of those games! Hot guys getting it on with each other and not in the ‘I’ll punch you in the face' way. How Kiryu got persuaded to voice a dude in a sex game was anyone's guess. Majima licked his lips. This was going to be so much fun!)

Michiue

So, it’s just the two of us here... What do you want to do with me?

(When Kiryu, uhm, Abe started talking again in his smooth whiskey voice, Majima dropped his hand between his legs. Hell yeah, he’d enjoy every second of this! If he couldn’t get his hands on the real Kiryu, his sexy voice would do.)

Abe

I want you to be my first.

(Majima sighed. “Kiryu-chan... I mean, Abe. I’ll be whatever ya want me to be. Just… just don’t stop talkin'. Pleeeaaase,” he whined, his voice needy and thick with desire.)

Michiue

You... Are you sure you want it to be me?

I don’t think I can hold myself back. Are you really ready?

(By now Majima's dick was out and very ready.)

Kiryu

Yeah. But it’s my first time. Be gentle with me...

(Majima moaned. Perhaps it was a bit embarrassing jerking off to a guy’s voice in a video game, but hell, what did he care? His gloved hand around his dick felt great and the mental image of a half-naked Kiryu all shy and vulnerable was so sweet and tempting, Majima’s movements became frantic. Heat rolled up his spine. He was close.)

Majima

I will. Just loosen your shoulders and everything will feel right. Now... just relax and let me take it from here!

Kiryu

Ngh... Hngh...!

Hraaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!

Needless to say, Nishida didn't get his head bashed in the next day.

~The End~

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“When ya told me ya found a normal job, ya should've erased the word normal, Baba-chan.”

Saejima glanced to the side. Baba, dressed in an elegant black suit that flattered his slender build and long legs, walked beside him, keeping pace effortlessly. He looked innocent, even vulnerable, with his tousled black hair and those large eyes. Saejima knew, of course, that appearances were deceptive. It was all sinews and lean muscle under that suit.

Tonight, the Champion District was their destination. Its little bars were the perfect locations for a chat and some after-work drinks. And to finally celebrate Baba's new job.

“A host. At Stardust, of all places. Didn't take ya for a ladies' man, Baba-chan.”

His companion laughed, amused.

“It's just make-believe, aniki. You should know better! After all, didn't you blow a fortune on a hostess in Sapporo?”

Damn, how did he find out about Kaguya?! Baba might have bid his life as an assassin adieu, but the skills remained. Saejima had to remember this!

“It ain’t the same,” he grumbled.

“Right... Anyway, all I do is ensure the ladies have a good time. A kind word and an open ear go a long way. And it pays well. Beggars can't be choosers. And former assassins even less so.”

For a split second, Baba's face clouded over, before he laughed again. It was good to hear him laugh like that, Saejima decided. In the past, he’d feared more than once that Baba would be eaten alive by the demons that haunted him. In the end, he had pulled through the darkness. The man walking at Saejima's side today wasn't the same man he met in Abashiri. He walked upright and with a spring to his step that hadn’t been there before.

Baba continued: “I think the job fits me like a glove. My whole life I was deceiving people to get closer to them. I’m doing what I was always doing.”

“And with yer pretty face, I’m sure the ladies are all over ya.”

Saejima reached out and pushed a strand of hair behind Baba’s ear. Long gone was the shaved head. Long gone the gaunt cheeks and sad eyes. They were large and black and beautiful.

Baba blushed.

“That a real blush, or are ya just tryin' to get closer to me, Baba-chan?”

“Stop it, aniki!”

Saejima chuckled to himself. Real or not, a blushing Baba looked freakin’ cute!

He still wasn't sure what to call their relationship. They weren't dating, that's for sure. Hell, after that one night in Sapporo, they hadn’t even kissed. Perhaps their relationship had to start from scratch, too, like Baba’s life and job. It was hard to start again after years in prison.

Saejima didn't mind. It took him a while to open up to people, too, but he liked sex. He loved doing it with Baba, but if the guy needed more time, then so be it.

“Just fuck him already,” Majima had said, rolling his eye.

“Like ya did with Kiryu-han?”

“I didn't... it's because... Kiryu-chan is complicated.”

"Ain't Kiryu-han who's complicated."

“Fuck you, kyoudai!”

It was fun to tease your sworn brother.

When they stepped into the narrow alleyways of the Champion District, Baba took the lead and guided them to a small bar, tugged away in a corner.

“Tonight, I'll buy the drinks,” he said as they clinked glasses.

Saejima sipped his whiskey like a true connoisseur.

“Always with the expensive stuff, Baba-chan!”, he mumbled.

“Being a host pays well. You should try it, too, Saejima-san.”

“Ain’t my cup of tea. Can’t stand that pointless chit-chat. Besides, can ya imagine me in a suit, flirting with a gaggle of girls half my age?”

Baba’s shit-eating grin was answer enough.

“Ya can wipe that grin right off yer face!”

“Or else?”

Saejima threw his arm across Baba’s shoulder, getting so close that his lips brushed over his cheek.

“Or I’ll give ya a free taste of my host skills,” he purred.

Baba stared at him for a second, face blank. Then he suddenly burst out laughing.

“Did you just purr?!”

“I didn't... maybe... Oy, stop laughin’!”

Embarrassed, Saejima sipped his drink. Well, that backfired!

Baba wiped the tears from his eyes, before planting a smooch on Saejima’s cheek.

“Don't worry, aniki. You can purr into my ear all night long.”

~The End~

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