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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. ]

[ Another shrug. ]

'S fine...Shoulda made sure it was alright t' come back instead'a jus' showin' up.

[ He wipes at his face with his sleeve with a sigh. It's not really doing much. Izō seems to have calmed down at least. ]

...Can I go back in? I ain't gonna start shit...I jus' wanna grab some booze and go take a shower.

[ And probably pick up his discarded sword before going to sulk in their bed for the foreseeable future. ]

It's your place.

[ Majima didn't bring him out here to bar him from it, he thought the fresh air might genuinely be called for to calm him down. ]

Look, I can tell him t'shut his fuckin' mouth. But I didn't think ya'd like it any better, me steppin' in.

[ He defaults to a scolded dog once the rage burns away. It's a defense mechanism. Maybe he won't get cast aside if he keeps his head down, if he stops being too much of a problem. It's why he asks for permission to go back inside; it's their place, yes, but Izō still thinks of himself as little more than an unwanted guest. He's been shown otherwise so many times, but it's so hard to let old wounds heal.

Izō keeps his head down, staring a hole into the concrete. ]

I can handle him. [ He doesn't know that. The chance it'll flare up again the moment he walks past the threshold is strong. It's not like he can just go somewhere else in the state he's in now, splashed with someone else's blood. ] Sorry...For always bein' too much.

[ He's really stuck in his own head now. Booze and time alone is probably the worst remedy for him, but that's the only way he knows how to cope. He'll drink enough to push the feelings down and pass out and wake up like nothing happened. Same as it always is. ]

Hey.

[ Majima makes a face, because seriously, ]

He's too fuckin' much.

[ But he stands up, offers out his hand to give Izo a pull up too. ]

[ Well, he's not going to argue. Part of him knows he's being ridiculous and that part of him will trust Majima's judgement. He sulks on the ground for a few moments longer before he takes Majima's hand to pull himself up. No more fussing, just quiet, internalized self-loathing. ]

[ When they reenter the apartment, Nishitani is no where to be seen, but damn can he be heard. He's in the shower, singing loudly and poorly, pleased as a peach. The worst of the bloodstains have been cleaned up, along with the counters and stove. On the table is the meal he'd been preparing, two portions already put out with booze poured. The bloody karaage, rice, and whatever vegetables he could scrounge without going out, all in neat little dishes for the boys to eat. ]

[ Well. Majima sighs for the millionth time today, leaned against the open door frame. ]

Hungry?

[ Majima is not convinced that he is, this amount of irritation really just calls for cigarettes but he knows how Izo is. ]

[ The truth is no, he's not. He feels sick after all's said and done. This all also feels like a slap in his face, like it's meant as yet another slight to his pride. Spending so long starving in the streets, scrounging for scraps like a wild dog makes it extremely hard for him to turn down perfectly good food.

...

He doesn't have a choice here. He just shrugs again and wordlessly sits down at one of the set places. There's booze, at least, which is more so what he wants. Izō picks at his food like a sullen child.

All in all, a pathetic sight. ]

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