semi-closed 🔪 the extent of my affections are destroying me

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Nishitani + various
What ⬤ catchall + subplots
When ⬤ Throughout May
Where ⬤ Shuten territory, Enma housing, the Celestial casino, + more
Content Warnings ⬤ Nishitani CW as always.

If you want smth with this feral dog, hit me up at bussy!

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@andy / domesticity

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[ Nishitani isn't exactly sure when he moved in-- neither of he or Andy has made it official, but he has a toothbrush in the bathroom and his suits in the closet. He goes out to get groceries every couple of days, brings them back liquor and cigarettes, cleans up when he's bored and cooks whenever the time for a meal strikes. He never saw himself as domestic, but he's taken to the life easily. Between beating up some foxes every now and then, cleaning up a gambling hall, him and Andy just slot together. They fuck, they bite, they fight-- ]

[ But night has come, and they're laying on her futon together, the strange bastard cat that doesn't leave them alone laying at their feet, fast asleep and purring like a broken chainsaw. ]

[ He lights a cigarette, the ember burning bright orange in the night, before he passes it to Andy and moves to light his own as well. ]

[killtime]

[ It snuck up on her, this odd semblance of routine. This wasn't what she was looking for when she showed up at that hostess bar, itching for a fight — but she hasn't fought it either, and for someone like Andy, cagey bitch that she is, sometimes permission is all the louder for being unspoken. She'll just pretend that allowing this to happen isn't the same as her making some kind of choice. It's easier not to dwell or overthink. If she does, she might pick the kind of self-sabotaging fight where she loses something she doesn't want to lose.

Instead, she lives as much in the moment as she can. And it isn't so terrible, even if this is supposed to be hell. She's unexpectedly at ease on nights like this one, lulled by the rumbling sounds of the storm outside and the small furry creature asleep at the edge of the futon. Leaning over, she accepts the cigarette from Nishitani with murmured thanks, pressing it between her lips and taking a long, slow drag before finally speaking, her voice low and wry: ]

You know, I thought you might be fucking bored by now.

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[ Nishitani shifts once he's lit both of them up, moving their ashtray to an easy position for both of them to get to while tossing the lighter he'd used somewhere on the floor. ]

[ While Andy doesn't ask a question, she does, just indirect. He's used to indirect speaking-- he's yakuza, after all. Nishitani's brash and forward nature is a rarity, especially at the levels he'd gotten to. So he picks up what she's asking and thinks for a second, pulling back at the cigarette and running his fingers across her brow, into her hair. ]

With a pussy like yours? [ While not the entire truth, Nishitani isn't lying, either. The sex is good. Even after the initial tension snapped, they still fuck like animals and it speaks to something inside Nishitani, watching Andy come undone and letting himself be undone by her. Even like this, simple, contented, in a small fucking apartment that was the size of his bathroom back at the the Nishitani estate-- Nishitani is happy. Stripping away all the shit he'd accumulated... it's been a purge, but one he's enjoyed. ] The sex is good and you still fight me like a bitch half the time we're around. I don't have time to get bored with you.

[killtime]

[ She isn't always so forthcoming — more often than not, she's a hard read, with that habitual wryness and a strong resting bitch face. Even now, her amusement at his description of her is subtle. A little quirk at the corner of her mouth, something in the shape of her eyes. In response, she makes a humming noise of acknowledgement, smoke curling lazily from her parted lips as she watches him, apparently content not to interrogate the matter any further than that.

Instead, after a moment or two, she settles in a little more, laying on her side with her head propped up in one hand, draped in all that long black hair. Idly, she reaches out with her other hand, skimming the tip of her index finger along the inked curve of a peony petal on his arm. Her cigarette bobs slightly when she finally speaks again: ]

Must've taken a while. [ All those tattoos. Wryly then: ] Must've hurt.

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani flexes under her trailing fingers, watching as she moves from flower to flower, the curves of waves, the feathers of roosters from his back. ] Started getting them when I first got involved with the Omi Alliance. [ When he first got involved with the life, in other words. He knew the second he agreed to become a yakuza, he didn't want to be anywhere else in the world-- and that meant ink, and a lot of it. ] So 30 years, on and off. You get used to it after that long. Still, having that old man hand tattoo near my dick trumped being shot to death for "most painful thing to happen to me".

@iichan / moon medicine

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[ TW: ALTERED STATES, APHRO ]

[ Nishitani has never said "no" to sampling products . If what his boys are selling isn't good enough for him, then they're not selling it, point blank. This means that he has a wide base of knowledge to put his current situation up against, but all of them manage to fall short. He's hot, boiling, burning, wanting to pull his skin off just to get to the itch inside. In his veins, adrenaline, pushing him to action-- ]

[ Fight, or fuck. For Nishitani, one rarely comes without the other. He texts the first person his thumb lands on through this stupid phone, tells them to get over here, to be ready to take whatever might come. Shit, he wants to dig his teeth into someone's throat, just to feel their pulse under his tongue. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ When did he become the booty call? Izō almost just flat out ignores the message, but...he can't say he isn't interested. Blame the mochi he ate, too. He's spoiling for something by the time he gets to Nishitani's door, judging by the way he pounds on the door like he's trying to break it down. ]

Open up already, ya old fuck!

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani throws open the door after Izo tries to break the damn thing down, reaching out to grab Izo by the neck and-- what? Strangle him? Haul him forward?-- Nishitani reaches forward because he wants Izo's pulse under his fingers, for better or worse. ] Not very nice, calling names like that. [ Hissed, where Izo lets Nishitani get close. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ Izō looks not unlike a wild animal with his eyes wide and teeth bared. He grabs Nishitani's arm with both hands, digging his claws in. There's no struggle other than that, just unbridled tension thrumming through his whole body, begging to be released. ]

I can call ya worse, ya piece'a shit...

[ Rough and strained. ]

[pitfight]

Pot, kettle. [ Nishitani rebukes, grinning, yanking Izo by the neck and inside the apartment, tossing him forward to keep him off balance. Nishitani is already yanking off his tie, unbuttoning the shirt underneath-- a predator with prey, stalking forward to where Izo is with his teeth gnashing and mouth flooded with saliva. ] Strip.

celestial phoenix.

[medicative]

[the casino isn't a place that Emily would go, not if she had a choice. but there's someone else who would go, particularly to meet a friend. so, in the middle of the night, they take their turn with the body, keeping Emily in deep, uninterrupted slumber, and head out.

cho-han isn't their style of gambling - they prefer more direct bluffs, but watching offers a spectacle that can't be matched, and Hibiki can privately conduct their own business off to the side. the man in dark clothes they talk to seems too serious to be there, but bows when they're done talking, and they're assured of the results. what connections they build don't need to be entirely known to be viable, after all. respect is better than gold in this city.

so it is that a person who looks very, very akin to Emily Dyer is there in the casino, drinking sake and watching the betting with a keen interest. her hair's styled more loosely, her clothes a little more modern, and her attitude seems far more relaxed - even her wings are not so closely kept against her back, but allowed to exist. really, one would be forgiven for thinking the doctor was allowing herself to have one night off.

they see Nishitani before he sees them, and when he does happen to glance, they raise their cup just enough to be an acknowledgement. what Emily doesn't know won't hurt her, after all.]

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[ Nishitani's running upkeep, checking in with managers and muscling card counters out onto the streets. The job is menial work, but fits his new station. He sets an example, cut in his black suit, fuchsia tie, and pin on his lapel. It's a break in his work that he orders a scotch, no ice, and when he looks down the bar-- a familiar face. ]

[ He waits for his drink, then saunters over to the sweet, soft Em-chan. Skipping the nearest stool, he stands in closer to her instead, looming once more. He's all sharp grins, sharp teeth, and glinting eyes. ] Now, what's a Sutoku grunt doing running around a Shuten casino like this?

[medicative]

[they know her voice, her mannerisms intimately. they live and breathe them every day, and so when they sip the sake, they imitate the voice they're after perfectly.]

That would be a fine question, if I were a grunt. But I don't think it wise to flash my own status so far from home.

[eyes down for just a second, that modesty Emily always wears like a chapel veil.]

I'm merely here to enjoy myself, that's all. Enough of a spectacle, good liquor, and pleasant company - though I've been waiting for the last.

[it's all a smokescreen, them making sure they move in just the right way. humans can be so controlled.]

And you?

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Working, baby. But for you I could clock out early. [ Nishitani looks over her, the lack of pin but that subtle, restrained nature that has him gnashing at the bite just to see a pinch of what lays under. He lights a cigarette, but makes sure to offer her one first. He knows she'll refuse, but it's even here, like this, he has some manners for those he respects. ]

[medicative]

[they politely decline, remembering Emily's actions from last time. not that they would, but it's better to keep up habits.]

Wouldn't you get in trouble? I'd hardly wish for you to get reprimanded or worse.

@majima / promotion

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[ TW: RESTRAINTS (handcuffs), PTSD/TRAUMA DISCUSSIONS ]

[ Nishitani has two pairs of handcuffs, not just one. He doesn't tell Majima that, mostly because it doesn't come up. One is a classic chain, while the other is a double-lock-- no reason besides Nishitani likes different types of play on different types of days. ]

[ For this meeting, Nishitani also has his knife. He doesn't know what Majima might want with it, but Nishitani also likes that being on the table as well. He's hard in his slacks when he makes his way to Majima's front door, and excited to see where the night will go. ]

Let me in, Majima-kun! I brought everything you asked for!

[no_kyouken]

[ He appears in the door, leaned into it with his arms crossed. ]

Ya gotta yell every time? I got neighbors ya know.

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani leans in once Majima opens the door, letting himself in close to kiss Majima lavishly on the mouth, licking and nipping and more than a little indiscreet with his affection. It's been maybe 24 hours since they last saw each other, significantly less since they last spoke, and yet Nishitani greets Majima like it's been months. ] Sure they enjoy the soundtrack, baby. Let me in?

[no_kyouken]

[ One day he's going to get used to that. His mouth opens on a surprised sound. Ah. He sinks back with a flush, but finds the handle again to get open the door. ]

Just knock like a normal guy.

[ Sheesh. He still steps back to let him inside. ]

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[ Nishitani enters, reaching in his pockets once the door behind him is locked and pulling out the two separate sets of handcuffs and the two sets of keys. ] Didn't know which one you'd prefer. [ He's twirling one of them around as he whistles offkey, kicking off his shoes (he'd bought a shittier formal black pair to go with the rest of his rookie uniform--) and making himself at home, as he often and so easily does. ]

Got a preference?

@emily / mini-plot (turf war)

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[ Escorting Emikko around during the height of the Shuten vs Tamamo skirmishes is, truthfully, a little boring. Emikko keeps a clean profile, running a little clinic all to herself with the powers to heal on top of it all. It means that both sides want her, it means neither side has her. ]

[ It's late, the moon, neon lights, and street lamps all glance off rain puddles left after the one of the many rain storms that have been passing through. Nishitani appropriately helps Emikko dodge over the puddles, keep her shoes clean and neat. Nishitani kept his mouth shut for a decent amount of time-- but after he lights up his third cigarette, he decides to break his silence. ]

What's a good girl like you doing out and about so late at night, anyways?

[medicative]

[he wasn't who she expected to escort her, but she appreciates it, with how much she has to avoid rainstorms. as it is, wet wings are a profound annoyance to deal with, and if they hurry some, she'll be able to get to her destination without another coming down.

still, his silence was a little odd, and so she finds herself almost grateful for the conversation, when it comes.]

Running errands, Mr. Nishitani. Some places are only open at night, and I have to make time for them.

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[ He'd been told to mind his mouth around Emily, so he's trying. His attempt only goes so far, unfortunately. ]

Getting into the filth, Emikko? Places open only at night attract a certain clientele... tell me, you dragging me off to some hotel, baby?

[medicative]

That might be a more fair question, had I not formulated my plans hours ago. But the answer is less tawdry than you'd think. There are several youkai I've made the acquaintance of who prefer to conduct business later simply by being nocturnal.

[the implications, she accepts, and then lets go as one does a feather. they have to be.]

If I was getting into anything worse, I'd surely go alone.

[though, she does check both ways before crossing the street. people are far too happy to fight each other recently, and she's been toying with the idea of wearing the pin for affiliation more frequently.]

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"Nocturnal." [ Nishitani he doesn't particularly like the idea of Emily going out and about when it's so dangerous, especially alone, to go visit some "Nocturnal" yokai. Chances are it's a sting, chances are its a set up, chances are bad that things will actually go the way Emily wants. ]

[ Nishitani doesn't say that, though. He's here to play body guard in Majima's place. Simple, clean, done and done. ]

If I meet one trustworthy guy who's also nocturnal, I'll cut my own dick off.