no one's ever dredged anything to look for me

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Majima (meowjima) + his tangled romantic cohorts (Nishi, Izo, and Emily (I'm so sorry Emily))
What ⬤ "bitch get your dog" "he don't bite" "YES HE DO"
When ⬤ Early/Mid May
Where ⬤ Majima's place
Content Warnings ⬤ Nishitani. NSFW either for sex or violence or both

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Timeline

[no_kyouken]

* majima telling nishi he cant stay
* nishi meeting izo again
* nishi meeting emily

+Nishitani

[no_kyouken]

[ He hadn't even bothered to wake the old man up before going out to pick up the envelope of money from Emily. He keeps most of his cash with her so that the snake can't just drink it all, and fuck does he try. Of course, his guest is more than awake by the time he returns and probably not all that interested in finding his own place. Majima inhales. ]

Ya can't stay here.

Re: +Nishitani

[pitfight]

[ Bruised ribs hurt just as bad as broken one's. Majima's baseball bat to the side had gotten Nishitani what he wanted-- in close and personal with the man himself, but now his ribs ache. He's laying on the floor, having pushed enough garbage out of the way to be in a sunspot, sunning like a cat with the window open to fresh hell air. His fushia jacket and tie are thrown away somewhere, over a couch or chair, his black shirt unbuttoned and belt undone as he lounges easily, unconcerned. ]

[ Majima leaves and comes back. Nishitani doesn't move to follow. Majima has had enough eyes following him and tracing his every move-- so Nishitani let's him go, knowing that they'll be pulled back together soon enough.]

[ What he doesn't expect is being kicked out so suddenly. He rolls over, the back swells of an inked bodysuit visible, black waves rolling all the way down his chest with only a line of skin parted in the middle. There's namakubi on his chest, one on each side: The left, a woman and on the right a warrior. Their yellowed, dead eyes stare at Majima as much as Nishitani does before he sits up, looking irritated.]

And why's that, Majima-kun? Hiding a cute girl away from me after everything we've done?

[no_kyouken]

[ He comes to sit down next to him, long legs arranged one up and one to the side. While he is absolutely telling Nishitani he can't live here with him, he's not pulling any kind of hard ass act. He just seems slightly tired, which is his normal state most days. ]

He's not a girl and it's our apartment.

[ A statement of the facts. He shifts to find his pack of cigarettes, offering one out: the same Hi-Lites he's always smoked. Hell is real accommodating about branding. ]

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani takes the offered cigarette, pulling out a lighter for the both of them. While it's been a while since he's done small things like this, it's not like he ever went out of practice. ]

[ Considering how well they fucked, Nishitani is willing to sit and speak as equals, because in his eyes, that's what they are. He offers Majima the flame first, considering. ]

That's a shame, Majima-kun. Picking a cute boy over me? I won't take it personally, but I made a lot of promises last night. I plan to keep 'em.

[no_kyouken]

There's three of us.

[ He corrects mildly, leaning in to light his cigarette. ]

Em lives in Sutoku territory. Izo lives here with me.

[ His look is dull, demanding that Nishitani not even start with more of that 'oh naughty Majima-kun' shit. ]

We're all from Hakagemachi, th'town where we all got possessed.

[pitfight]

And what's their story then? How do you know they're not like everyone else? [ Nishitani knows when to bite. Majima being forward is rare, he'd had to call the cops on himself just to get even a drop of irritation. Instead he listens, asks, considers. He sits with Majima as he would any of his highest ranked boys, listening to their life story, giving his in return. ]

[ He lights his own cigarette, putting away the lighter. Part of him wants to ask about the possession, but they're literally in hell right now, working for oni and foxes and tengu and the rest. Like before, even when not blood drunk, Nishitani likes Majima's scales and tail, he likes that eye and the split tongue. He's been into weirder, truly, and this doesn't turn him off for one second. ]

[no_kyouken]

They've saved my life, just like you have. So either I can trust all of ya, or I can't trust any of ya.

[ His answer is so mellow, so matter of fact. He is not trying any amount of bullshit, this is simply the truth and it's not a debate or an argument. ]

I promised I'd take care of 'em here. And I'm going to.

[ His chin lowers, his sadness showing on his face. ]

Workin' th'contract for Makoto. If they ever pay out, she's gonna be all right too.

[pitfight]

You tell 'em about the girl? About me? [ The question is probing, but Nishitani wants to know. If Majima trusts them, then he'll trust them for now. If they make a move against him, then Nishitani will be there to kill where Majima wouldn't have the heart. ]

Take some advice. If you can't protect yourself, then you can't protect anyone else. You want to protect your boytoys? You'll need more power, especially with one in a different Clan.

+Nishitani

[heretic_blade]

[ At some point, Izō returns to his apartment, fully expecting it to be free of unwanted guests.

His expectations are incorrect.

Wait. Gears slowly turn in his head as he realizes this is the one he ran into in the sewers. Not important. Time for yelling. ]

Oi, why th' fuck are ya still here?!

(spectator)

[no_kyouken]

[ Fuck. He knew this part was inevitable but he was kind of hoping... Ehn. Majima just sits down on the couch and lights a cigarette. He'll stop them before it gets too stupid but he knows he's just going to have let them bark at each other. ]

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani was already smoking before Izo arrived, humming away a stupid song as he made karaage for him and Majima. It's lunch, and Nishitani is hungry and no place here is gonna make karaage like Uncle B did, so Nishitani had taken it upon himself. There's rice going, but fuck is there's enough shit around for miso soup. He'll have to go shopping for once, instead of sending one of his boys out for gopher work. Him and Majima had a talk earlier, but that was before food was on the table, and Nishitani wants to fucking eat before being kicked out. ]

[ When Izo shows, Nishitani has a kitchen knife in hand. He flips it easily and approaches Izo, sauntering. ]

Ain't that a fucking question! Why the fuck are you here? Got hungry for some decent dick, assassin?

[heretic_blade]

[ Izō spreads his wings a little in a ridiculous bird-like show to make him seem bigger. ]

Shut th' fuck up! I live here, dipshit!

[ Seeing Nishitani with a knife means it's time to escalate by drawing the shorter of his two swords. ]

[pitfight]

Now that's what I call excitin'! [ Nishitani is hard the moment that sword comes out from it's sheath, and his grin is salacious, dripping with arousal from the mere sight. ] You must be Majima-kun's little fuckboy!

[ The thought of beating him in front of Majima-- shit, he's gonna come if he keeps thinking that way. ] Come at me with everything you got! Don't leave me hangin' this time!

[heretic_blade]

[ Fire flashes in his eyes at what Nishitani calls him. It's so dismissive and so...wrong. They've never really discussed exactly what they have, but it's far more important than that. Izō can't do anything but react with more anger.

Indoors be damned. That's why he went with the shorter sword, less chance of catching it on the walls. He charges forward with a shout and an angry flurry of strikes. ]

Get outta here already, ya piece'a shit!

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani grins, his jaw locking into place because right there-- right there, he's found a weak point. He's found something he can apply pressure to just to make the other suffer. The knife work is sloppy, so infused with emotions, an assassin who's never been in a long fight. Nishitani laughs, crowing over Izo. He doesn't even hit back, instead using the time to taunt the boy. ] A boytoy with no skills beyond sneaky bullshit no one respects! Try harder, fuckdoll, I'm drippin' here!

[heretic_blade]

[ Forget the blade, he's so blinded by his rage that he just starts whaling on Nishitani with the end of the hilt. ]

Shut up!! I'll show ya like I showed deveryone else that's said shit about me!

[ Congratulations on finding his berserk button. It's not well-hidden. ]

+nishitani for now, majima later?

[medicative]

[usually, they come to her place, and not the latter. but Emily doesn't trust a courier with her liquid medicines, and she thinks that it'd do them both a sight better if they have the healing formula on hand. just because she knows them, has patched them both up, and expects to do it again. getting into the Shuten housing is easy, just keeping to herself, and she knocks on the door and waits for one of them.

really, she should have called to see if they were there, but if not, she'll tuck it in the mail slot.

and who answers...is decidedly not Izo or Goro. no, it's someone whose description she had asked for, and who she needs to decide how she's going to handle.]

Forgive me, I must have the wrong apartment.

[she'll have to come back later.]

[pitfight]

[ A knock on the door, and Nishitani is the one who answers. He's still in his black button up, though it's open enough to show some of his tattoos, ghoulish namakubi greeting Emily just as readily as Nishitani's sleezy smile. ] Giving me blue balls and we haven't even met! Who're you looking for, baby. I can help you out.

[medicative]

[the answer she wants to give, she's strangled in her throat, crushed into dust, and instead she opts for the safest thing of all - politeness. a calm smile, a complete lack of reaction to his nicknaming, and the package she wanted to deliver safely under her arm.]

Another member of your clan. I really wouldn't want to put you to any trouble.

[pitfight]

If you're here, you're looking for Majima-kun or his brat fuckboy. [ Nishitani isn't dumb. While he's never seen this woman before, she knocked confidently, and she's not checking any notes to see if this is the right door or not. Instead she looks like the wrong person answered the door, not that she got the wrong place. ]

So which one is it, baby? You fucking them?

[medicative]

[the comment makes a touch of color rise to her cheeks, wondering if it's so blatantly obvious, but to her credit, she doesn't flinch. she was warned, and while if she was on her own, she might flee, she can feel the presence of her youkai emboldening her, keeping her steady. one ill spoken man can't send her scurrying - that would be shameful. instead, she takes a tiny breath, and continues in the same tone.]

I have something for Mr. Majima and Mr. Okada, yes.

[in the strange translation of this world, the -san is added onto them both. she has to do it deliberately.]

But it's something that can only be handed to them, so I truly apologize for the bother, sir.

[pitfight]

Call me Nishitani, Em-chan. [ He leers, looks her up and down obviously, licking his lips while he does it. Damn, he always liked standoffish girls, girls who hated him, girls who wanted him dead. ]

Come on in. There's food on the table. [ He steps aside, a devil offering a choice. He won't grab her or force her, if she saved Majima's life then they're on the same team-- but he never let's anyone past him without some kind of hazing, just to know what they're really made of. ]

[medicative]

[how does he know that, she wonders, and then mentally shakes her head. Majima must have mentioned something, but the nickname from the mouth of someone she doesn't even know drags on her nerves like sandpaper. the only retaliation she can concoct is to lower her eyes and bow her head, just enough to make it clear that this is an introduction.

he doesn't know her, though he knows that nickname. nor does he know the intricacies of her relationships, and right now he's not endearing her to enlighten him.]

A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Nishitani. My name is Emily Dyer.

[only then does she straighten up and meet his eyes before she walks in, familiar enough with the layout that she can go to the sliver of space that they might sit in and put the package somewhere they'll see it, that's clear enough. there's a note with the small bottles inside, after all.

she can't show nerves. if she does, she's lost whatever bizarre struggle this has turned out to be.]

[pitfight]

Stay for lunch. I'm sure the boys will be around soon. [ Nishitani watches as Emily enters, closing the door once she's inside. He stalks behind her, looming, watching her every move like sighthound with a small, defenseless mouse. He puts his hand down on the table moving behind her so his chest is close to her back and he's caging her in against the furniture. ] Homemade an' everything. It'd break my heart if you refused.