semi-closed 🔪 not pulling the knife out

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ this feral fucking dog and various bedside wellwishers
What ⬤ nishitani got real stabbed and now is in his recovery bed phase (spoiler: he's bad at it)
When ⬤ late may
Where ⬤ emily's clinic and andy's apartment
Content Warnings ⬤ Nishitani CW as always. Most likely discussions of intense, violent sadomasochism and the chance of practicing it too

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[heretic_blade]

[ Izō isn't an unfamiliar face around Emily's clinic -- but not as a patient. A visitor to say hello to the doctor and make her stop to eat something. It's just a normal, routine visit until he sees a familiar face. He stops and stares, squinting at Nishitani. ]

...Th' fuck happened t' ya?

[ Not that he cares, he tells himself. Nishitani is just a fuck buddy...but he's important to Majima. That's what makes Izō care enough to say something.

Though he's sure if he didn't, Nishitani would have. This way at least any number of embarrassing nicknames don't echo through the place. ]

[pitfight]

[ The wound is fresh, the stitches are fresh, the bandaging is already dotting with blood but Nishitani is conscious regardless, looking as irritated as he's ever looked. ]

[ The reason? His arm is basically taped to his chest so he'll stop trying to raise it. And! He's not allowed to smoke in here! Fuck! ]

[ Luckily for him, entertainment comes quickly enough. ]

I got stabbed, Iichan. The fuck do you think happened?

[heretic_blade]

[ Izō narrows his eyes as he leans against the doorway. The urge to just leave is very strong. ]

I don't fuckin' know, 's why I asked! [ A huff. ] Ya finally piss someone off enough they tried t' gut ya?

[pitfight]

Nah. [ Nishitani wants to roll onto his side, to be lewd and cruel to Iichan like he usually is, but he thinks if he gets a hard on at this point, he will pass out. The painkillers also make it pretty difficult for his dick to get up, so that's also a factor. ]

You should keep an eye on Emikko, though. [ Unrelated issue but one close enough to the stabbing that Nishitani thinks to bring it up. ] Some foxes tried to fucking kidnap her! Fucking brats.

mr. & mrs. horrible and their son, bastard horrible

[killtime]

[ Honestly, she’s not sure how the fuck she’s supposed to feel. Is she a little pissed? Sure. Worried too, which doesn’t help with the first feeling. Impressed? Yeah - the man nearly died for her, went and got promoted, and then came home like that was all in a day’s fucking work. But maybe she’s mostly just relieved. What would she have done, if he’d bled out on the street? It’s not something she wants to dwell on. She just knows it wouldn’t have been good.

He’s alive. That’s what matters. Alive and being a thriving pain in her ass. Andy herself hasn’t been one of Emily’s best patients by far, but somehow he’s worse. It’s like he’s determined to split that wound right back open.

Bastard isn’t helping. True to his name, that little demon cat has been harassing Nishitani with all four paws. Andy catches the creature in the act when she comes home with groceries. Beast and woman make dead eye contact. Bastard kneads his little paws into Nishitani’s side almost pointedly. Andy’s eyes narrow slightly - then she sighs, her free hand at her hip. Dryly, to Bastard: ]

No, you’re right. He probably fucking deserves it.

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani would also look more innocent if the window was closed like how Andy left it-- but in the time she's gone out, it's "mysteriously" opened and "mysteriously" Bastard got in because of it. Trying to push the cat just has him fucking swivelling so his balls are in Nishitani's face-- so Nishitani puts up with him, though he is wincing cussing at the cat, regardless. ]

[ Andy comes back and doesn't save him, which Nishitani immediately has words about. ]

That's a joke! Come on baby, get this Bastard off my chest, he's putting my healing back! [ No more than sneaking up for a smoke would, surly. ]

[killtime]

[ She probably will intervene. Eventually. But this woman is almost seven thousand years old, and she can't be assed to do anything except in her own good time. Besides, he does sort of deserve it, doesn't he? ]

Oh, so now you're worried about healing. [ Dryly, and with a decidedly unimpressed look on her face as she puts groceries away: ] Is this the same fucker that's been trying to convince me to shove my fingers in his gut wound?

[ He'll live, either way. ]

[pitfight]

You still owe me that! [ Nishitani watches as she goes about, pushing at Bastard again to try and displace him-- not for any reason now, except he wants to get up, he wants to go to Andy because he loves her and wants to feel her against him, hard on or not. ]

[ Sighing: ] Come here if you're going to be such a bitch about it, anyways. I want to get my lips on you.

[no_kyouken]

[ He has a stiff shoulder, some very busted knuckles, and a healing scratch on one cheek but Majima has fared significantly better in this round of the current feud. This does not surprise him, considering the competition in question. It feels like it's been a long time since he last sat with another yakuza while they recovered from a stabbing. Honestly, how many years at this point? Hakagemachi makes that blurry.

But hey, he is your lieutenant. What kind of aniki would he be if he didn't show up with a bag of convenience store snacks and a deck of cards, which they happen to be shooting one at a time lazily at an upturned baseball cap at the far end of the room. ]

Yer lucky she can heal, old man.

[pitfight]

Tell me about it. [ It's been a long time for Nishitani, too. There's something nostalgic, familiar, painful about being in this position again, healing and recovering in some backroom clinic because you can't go to the hospital with all those tattoos and with the kind of injuries that yakuza get. Nishitani flicks a card and growls when it gets nowhere near the hat. Fuck, his dominant hand is taped to his damn chest, of course he can't do shit. ]

So tell me why she ain't healing the fucking stab wound! [ A familiar lament by this point. Nishitani doesn't actually care, but he's going to make his boredom and sobriety the issue of literally everyone he puts his eyes on. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ He is playing nice and also using his off hand, which occasionally causes him to shift uncomfortably when he jostles that shoulder. He is being quiet about it though, he does not actually want to tell Emily what he did to get shot. ]

She ain't got unlimited energy, Nishitani. Savin' ya from brain damage was plenty.

[ The clinic is busy with injuries, one life saving full heal in a week seems like plenty when there are other patients lining up. ]

Try not gettin' stabbed next time.

[pitfight]

[ Saving him from brain damage was probably the more important injury to heal, arguably. Nishitani just remembers-- his fingers wringing some poor fox's neck, and not much more, that feral desperation for violence, blood, and survival. Yeah, the head injury was bad. The stab wound is bad, too, but at least he'll have quality of life once it's healed up. ]

[ Nishitani tries throwing a card, and it fucking misses. He ignores the idea of not being stabbed because, while it was objectively awful, Andy's promised to put a couple fingers inside him, and the promise might just be worth it. ]

Then stop fucking her so much, Majima-kun. Let her save a little energy for me.

[narbrawl]

[A little bird told him that a certain human cyclone of hedonism and violence got in a scuffle- which, naturally, means that he has to go and see the damage for himself. Childe swans into the clinic and heads directly for the man himself, bright eyed and wearing an easy smile. In his denim jacket and jeans, he looks alarmingly wholesome, almost like he didn't stab him with an umbrella the last time they met.]

Apparently I'm supposed to call you "aniki" now. [He says the unfamiliar word with an exaggerated version of what must be his natural, fantasy Russian accent.] Congratulations.

[Sincere as he is, it's somewhat undermined by the way he sits himself down without waiting for so much as a "hello", let alone an invitation. At least he brought Nishitani something. Childe dumps his bag next to him and first fishes out a punnet of grapes and then a plastic container containing what look to be buns of some kind.]

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani hates this recovery business. He hated it before, he hates it now-- and Emily is refusing to work the magic she had before. So here he is, in her clinic, all sorts of drowsy and ornery for it. ]

[ So naturally, when Childe shows up looking like a fucking American asshole, Nishitani narrows his eyes and looks at his IV drip-- Emily wouldn't have spiked him, right? ]

That's right. You look awfully smug about it, brat!

[narbrawl]

[The catalogue model circa 1989 look is thrown off by the red mask clipped to the side of his head and probably only adds to the surreality of the situation. But, unfortunately, he is very much real and not going anywhere.]

Just glad to see you're still with us, comrade! [And then, as if sensing that things were getting slightly too friendly, he adds in the same airy tone-] You look awful.

[Not that Childe got away from the brawl injury free either; there's a bruise on his jaw and patches of mottled yellow and black-blue peek out fromhis shirt.]

[pitfight]

Same to you. [ Nishitani likes the looks of bruises, though, so his "awful" comes out as "attractive" without even meaning to. The strain in his voice though-- that's intentional. Trapped in a bed, unable to get hard, Nishitani is at his most bored and grumpy. ] Now get lost.

[medicative]

And how are you feeling today, Mr. Nishitani?

[coming in for a checkup, she still has refused to heal him the rest of the way. him going home when he was recovered enough to walk around she could sign off on, but there's no way she's using her power on him this time. he needs the incentive to behave, after all.]

Please do let me take a look at how the injury's progressing.

[the same injury that Andy had

helped

him with. there's no way she can know, but there's no way he'll be able to hide it.]

[pitfight]

Emikko, we know each other better than that by now. [ Mr. Nishitani-- he hates that distance she puts up between them, but doesn't push it too far, considering what this checkup is going to be filled with, soon. ]

[ But he's taking off his jacket, his shirt and-- his gauze is not the gauze she sent him home in. That, and it's also pretty obvious he's done something because there's blood on it. ] I don't want to hear any scolding. I have a life to live!

[medicative]

[the polite cheer she was greeting him with drops like shattered glass, and her expression narrows.]

Soon enough, if you keep risking it, you'll have no life to live. What happened? Another fight?

[she gestures for him to lie down while she gets a tray - more likely than not she'll have to do his stitches again, and that will be annoying enough, but she's preparing an ominous lecture on what happens when you don't allow yourself to heal.]

[no_kyouken]

[ She swans in cheerfully enough; a perfume that smells like the inside of a candy box, a short skirt, some cutesy little pastries that she sets down right in his reach. She sits down next to him too, leaned in close to preen at his hair and coo Oh, Homa. All very sweet until she's grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked. ]

Now listen to me, Homa. My darling.

[ She's hissing, fangs bared and eyes narrow. Her anger has a particular quality to it, razor sharp and invective. Her lilting Osaka-ben is nowhere to be found, each word clipped and perfect. ]

If you make me watch you die a second time, I will never fucking forgive you.

[pitfight]

[ He wasn't excpecting Goromi, but he's glad for it-- Nishitani is about to open his mouth to bitch about wanting a cigarette break when she sweeps in, her skirt short enough for Nishitani to feel up; and food, too. Damn, she's a blessing in disguise, because Nishitani's fucking hungry, too. ]

[ He's about to let his hands wander over Goromi's thighs when suddenly he's being yanked forward. His eyes widen a fraction in surprise and he can't say he's not also into this. Unluckily, even for Goromi, his dick is having a hard time working. The answer she gets reflects that. ]

Then tell all our friends to stop getting fucking shanked, then. I told you I'd protect them.

[no_kyouken]

I told you I didn't want a guard dog! You want to be here with me? Fucking be here.

[ Her fist tightens angrily in his shirt. That wasn't actually her space when that was said but it's not as if they're really different people. She's just frosting and makeup. She's also where Majima's more unhinged emotions have been bubbling up. She's not afraid to scream and cry and rage. She is the hannya and she will bleed into him more and more every day. ]

Otherwise, I will personally make certain that you are reincarnated as a miserable fucking toad, Homare.

[ A screeching hannya with fangs in the Enma's office, please imagine. ]

[killtime]

[ A month is probably too short a time to become so used to having another person around — especially when you're a couple thousand years old, and a few weeks is less than a fucking heartbeat in your lifetime. But internally chastising herself does shit all for the vague, restless feeling that's been left behind in Nishitani's absence, so eventually she gives up, puts her boots on, and heads down to Emily's clinic.

She should visit anyway. The current state of affairs is largely her fault, which is a better excuse than the fact that she can't sleep with the futon half-empty.

A light knock of her knuckles against the wall announces her when she arrives. ]

Huh. [ Wryly, as she looks Nishitani over: ] Looks like you're surviving.

[pitfight]

Andy, you gotta break me out. [ Nishitani is trapped, he's already finished off the cigarettes Izo left him and now he's clawing at the walls wanting to get out. At least his dick is moderately working again, not that Emily leaves him awake enough to do anything about it. ] Emikko is pissed and I haven't had a drink in days.

[killtime]

[ There's that unimpressed look on her face — though there might be a bit of wry amusement underneath. ]

Can't help you, babe. I'm already on probation with the doctor.

[ She comes to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching obligingly into her jacket to offer him her pack of cigarettes. Emily probably won't love that, but at least Andy is keeping her promise — no hands where they don't belong. Dryly then: ]

Hope it was worth having a couple fingers in your side.