jigokulogs | no one's ever dredged anything to look for me

[ 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!

[ 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!

[ 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. ]

Forget the fucking sword, boytoy! Use your fists![ Nishitani takes a couple of the hits, dodging away from others, but still he doesn't pull up his fists, antagonizing and demeaning in the action. ] You're coming at me like you want to fucking kill me! If you wanted me hard, you could've just given me a kiss! You're going to make me shoot, boytoy, so make it fucking matter!

[ Karasu's hollow voice screams at him to tear out Nishitani's throat with his teeth. A part of him badly wants to give into that urge. Izō tosses his sword aside, letting it clatter to the floor. Fists aren't good enough for him...His claws will do a better job of ripping and tearing.

Izō already looks feral, so why not fight like he is? He lashes out at Nishitani like a cornered animal, clawing wildly at whatever he can get his hands on. His ultimate goal is to grab a hold of Nishitani's throat so he can shut him up for a little bit. ]

[ Sensing what was coming, Nishitani grabs his shirt, rips it off so that it won't get damaged in the incoming melee. His body suit is on full display here, the puckered white bullet scars on his belly and chest stand out against waves of black, the blood red ink of decapitated heads, of splayed feathers from roosters and flowers-- ]

[ And most impressively, the tengu on his back. ]

That's it, baby, come at me! Make me come before the chicken burns!

[ Izō doesn't take the time to appreciate it, he's far too focused on doing as much damage as he can as quickly as he can. The scent of blood just makes Karasu wilder in his head, pushing him to tear at Nishitani with reckless abandon. He can't hold back the urge to sink his sharp teeth into the other man's throat.

He might be embarrassed by this behavior later. ]

[ Nishitani brings his arms up to take the brunt of the damage Izo is determined to dish out, blood splattering across flooring and counters, getting into the hot oil of the karaage on the stovetop. The smell is instant, and Nishitani howls with laughter. ] That's it, don't fucking stop now! You're finally starting to impress me, boy!

[ His words only make Izō's rage that much worse. He now tries to wrestle Nishitani to the floor for the sole purpose of smashing his head into repeatedly.

He really has been reduced to little more than a wild animal. This is much more violent, more visceral than the way he usually chooses to fight and kill. Blame the tengu. ]

That look in your eyes, it's gonna make me come! [ Nishitani's groan is obvious, he palms himself roughly, and only dodges Izo for a few moments before letting the man grab onto him, taking them both to the floor. He fights, here is his territory. Izo isn't made for fights like Nishitani, and once on the floor he wrestles with the boy, refusing to let his back hit flooring for more than a few seconds at a time. His body is covered in scratches, bleeding, superficial, and true to his word, he hasn't lifted a fist against Izo once. ] I'm dreamin about how tight you'd be around my cock already!

Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!!

[ His voice cracks as he just keeps raining blows down on him. He's too angry to even listen to Nishitani's taunts anymore. Izō just wants to silence him for good.

He might also have frustrated rage tears in his eyes, but don't pay attention to that. He'd like to maintain some sense of dignity. ]

Damn, you're fucking hot when you're riled! [ Nishitani reaches up, blocking the worst of the blows, and drags his thumb along those lines of tears, his grin vicious. ] Already cryin? I haven't even done a thing.

[ He shouldn't show weakness and yet he continues to show weakness because he can't control his emotional responses to anything. An equally shameful flush spreads across his cheeks as he grabs Nishitani's wrist in a painfully tight grip, wrenching it away from his face.

Doesn’tstop him from trying to clock Nishitani in the side of the head with his unoccupied hand. ]

Fuck you! I ain't cryin'!!!

[ Denial doesn't work in the face of facts, but that never stopped Izō. ]

[ Nishitani takes the hit, leaning his head away from it so it glances off his cheekbone instead of his much more vulrable temple. The grip on his wrist is intoxicating, and he bucks his hips up against Izo's thigh, showing exactly how hard he is from this display. ] That get you hard, hitting me? You can do it more, baby. I can take it.

[ Well, he asked for it. Izō just goes to town hitting him, his grip on Nishitani's wrist tightening. Claws sink into flesh deeper as his blows get harder.

Unlike his dick. He's too pissed off to be horny for once in his life. ]

I'll kill you!!

[ Beating a man to death is certainly a new experience for him, not nearly as efficient as a quick, clean slice of a sharp blade. ]

[ All right, all right. That's enough of that. Majima gets up and hefts Izo under the arms. Sorry, you're small and he's big. Majima gives Nishitani such a fucking look for antagonizing him that much as he struggles with the flailing assassin. ]

That's enough. Nishitani get th'fuckin' door.

[ He's taking Izo outside with him to cool off. ]

[ Izō goes kicking and screaming the whole way, even trying to bite Majima a few times. ]

Put me down!!

[ Says the man splattered with someone else's blood. ]

[ Nishitani puts his hands up when Majima levels him with a glare, bleeding fairly heavily but not unwantedly on the floor. The kid is kicking and screaming but Nishitani gets himself to his feet, dusts off his pants, before pulling the chicken off the stove first-- that oil is gonna burn any second. ]

[ It's only then does he get the door, holding it open while looking proud and pleased with everything that's happened. ]

[ Majima's lip curls at him with irritation. He gets Izo most of the way there before he's wriggled free. Majima just shoves him the rest of the way out, yanking the door shut behind him. He is mostly prepared to get whaled on right now, and puts his palms up warily. ]

Izo. Ya can't let him bait ya like that. He's gonna do it every time.

[ Izō does strike him a few times in the chest, each successive hit waning in strength before he collapses back in a rage-filled heap. Now he's just pissed off and embarrassed. And yes, he's crying and trying to pretend he's not. Wiping at his face only smears Nishitani's blood across it. ]

Th' hell else am I supposed to do? Let him get away with that shit?!

[ Of course his voice cracks. How much more ashamed can he get? ]

[ He waits it out, and as Izo sits onto the concrete walkway he exhales heavily. He crouches down and leans into him with one arm loose around his back. ]

Yeah, cuz he ain't gonna stop no matter ya do. He just gets off on it.

[ He looks for all the world like a scolded child with his knees pulled up to his chest and face buried in the crook of his arm. Majima's comfort isn't exactly wanted right now, but he doesn't have it in him to rebuke him. Izō weakly swats at him in a half-hearted attempt to get him to leave him be.

He does want the comfort, he's just being fussy. It's so hard to feel normal after losing himself so completely; the line between Karasu and himself got extremely thin during that tussle.

He lifts his head long enough to yell. ]

I don't let no one talk t' me like that! No one!! [ He rests his chin on his folded arms so he can at least be heard. ] Ain't gonna let him do it, either...

[ He's gonna be sulky for awhile. The immediate rage has left him, at least, but now he's empty and exhausted. ]

[ He sighs, head hanging tiredly. If he could just get rid of Nishitani, he would. The sex isn't so important to him, but it's not really about that. It's about a man who died for him. Someone who showed him respect and believed in him even when he was gaunt and empty. That's not the kind of person Majima can just throw away; there are obligations there. A yakuza with a shred of honor doesn't just discard their obligations. ]

He ain't gonna stop. So if ya wanna fight with him every time he shows his face...

[ The shrug is in his voice. What is he going to do about it? ]

But I'm not gonna let ya kill each other.

[ Silence follows. There has to be a reason Majima is so attached to Nishitani. There's much more to it than he knows, certainly. Who's he to question it? Majima had a life before Hakagemachi. It's not Izō's business to question it.

So he just shrugs. ]

Ain't gonna say I'm not gonna kill him, but...

[ His refusal to look at Majima says more than he will. A kicked puppy acquiescing to his master's orders. He really just wants to go grab one of the half-finished bottles of sake off the floor inside and go sulk alone with his feelings.

Maybe after a shower, though. ]

[ Another small sigh. He gives Izo's shoulder a squeeze. ]

Sorry, should've gotten him out of here faster.

[ In his mind, he'd hoped the food would be a good peace offering between them and it had all backfired magnificently instead. He's not shocked. ]

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