semi-closed 🔪 made two and not scar

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Nishitani and various
What ⬤ July gen starters
When ⬤ July
Where ⬤ All over the city, specifically in Shuten and Enma territories
Content Warnings ⬤ Make sure to look at Nishitani's CW and opt out post!

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ryouma 💸 JULY FIRST 7AM EXACTLY

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[ 100000000 yen. ]

[ In other words: a lot of money. The duty of collecting is passed down from Majima to him-- but most excitingly: the payments are private, too. The money he can pull out of this poor fucking sucker is Nishitani's to keep and considering the new place he's fucking buying with cold hard cash because he's never paying rent again-- ]

[ Regardless. Nishitani's excited. It's 7am on the dot, Nishitani's in a black suit with a fuchsia button up, his tie a peacock's tail with a simple clip keeping it in place, and knocking at Ryouma's door eagerly. He's got his tanto with him as always, but he's also brought some other simple but inspired choices with him: a metal bat, and his shoes have metal tips. ]

Hey, shithead! Open up or I'm breaking the door down! You got 5 seconds!

[kaientai]

[ nishitani might be impeccably dressed at this hour but ryouma sure isn't. who knows what time he got in last night? see: it was really late. to say he expected this would be a lie — payouts, yes. exact timing and method? not so much. the yakuza is a different beast from what he's familiar with. unfortunately, he continues having to relearn these things.

he pushes the door open a little, all half-dressed and half-awake. his hair is loose and messy and his eyes look sleepier than usual. and irritated, but that's to be expected under the circumstances. ]

... Figures.

[ why would majima miss an opportunity to make his life difficult? he really wonders about that guy sometimes. ]

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani kicks open the door once it opens even a crack, letting himself in and looking around the place, whistling and tapping his bat against his shoulder. When he looks back over at Ryouma-- ]

Wait, you're that idiot with the gun!

[ What a small world. ]

[kaientai]

[ ryouma is indeed that idiot with the gun both before and at present because if he learned anything from that other time, it's that it's not unreasonable to hang onto it when people come unexpectedly banging on your door.

the door getting kicked in knocks him on his ass, and he crawls/crabwalks/rolls over somehow to get back and away until his back bumps into the low table in the middle of the space. it's not a very dignified maneuver but performing it was a choice. nishitani isn't coming at him (yet), so he's not threatening to shoot like the last time, but he keeps a hold on the weapon anyway.

it's not a very big or a very nice apartment because no one's supposed to see this place because this is where all of ryouma's disorder ends up while he keeps his professional image clean. it's a standard apartment which is to say it's mostly a long rectangle with a window at one end and a door on the other with a tiny kitchen space and the door leading off to a bathroom sandwiched somewhere in between. The only thing he seems to bother taking care of besides his clothes is the sword against the wall beneath the window. he doesn't own pillowcases, but he bought a stand for that.

he's not particularly thrilled that a total stranger is seeing his shit because the only people who have been here are hizen and izō. ]

Yeah, and that's a good way to get shot. You wanna explain what the hell you're doing?

[ he was under the impression this exchange would be civilised because... he can't see a reason for the alternative. he's new at this!! ]

andy 👘 a rest long coming

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[ They don't even fuck when they make it back to their apartment. ]

[ Both of them are caked in blood, dry and wet, flaking off them and sticking and staining their skin. Nishitani's waiting for Andy when she gets back, and when she's free they peel away to finally get a second alone together. ]

[ Only, the second they're alone, they fall onto their futon and in the next breath, fall asleep, tangled with each other and still with their fucking shoes on. ]

[ They stir once or twice in the night, enough to kick off boots and jackets, but they're still suited up 16 hours later when they finally rouse fully from slumber. Nishitani comes to first, the noise of laughter startling him sleep. Finally, he looks at the ceiling, at Andy, and shit, this futon isn't going to be salvageable. When Nishitani tries to roll over, his back tells him that the futon going in the garbage won't be a bad thing, either. ]

Fuck.

[killtime]

[ Hers is the dreamless sleep of the truly exhausted. For a month, she’s been ignoring how worn out she was, pretending as if her mortal flesh were still tireless and eternal. She’d pushed herself through Kaigo no Bou on willpower alone. But the second everything slowed down - the moment the momentum stopped and she was finally home with him, it all seemed to hit at once. She sleeps for what feels like forever, her body curled against his on that shitty threadbare futon.

Andy only stirs when she feels him roll over, making a muffled little noise of protest when she turns to bury her face against the pillows. Even a bit of consciousness is enough to make her aware of how stiff and achy her muscles are - and how her dirty clothes cling to her skin. Her voice is gravel, coming from somewhere low in her throat when she finally manages: ]

Fuck me. Everything fucking hurts.

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani doesn't move from where he's shifted, flat on his back with Andy nested against him. He's not sure he can get up. Sure, he knows his age, knows he's starting to show it, but never before has he physically felt his body betray him like this. He says sit, the muscles down his back say no. ]

I can't feel my fucking legs. [ Was it how he slept? Did Andy shift in her sleep? What the fuck. He looks down at his feet. His toes are wiggling, at least. ] Might be fused to the futon.

izo 🐶 shelter number wan

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[ Setting up a shelter isn't hard. Buisnesses come and go, and Nishitani snaps up a disused casino on it's last fucking legs, guts it for parts to finish off the Celestial, and sets the rest up for Izo. ]

[ Shelter Number Wan. ]

[ While Nishitani owns it, he's hands off. Any requests from the builders get forwarded to Izo, any questions about colours, about function, about fabric-- Nishitani keeps his hands off unless asked. This isn't his venture, he's just funded it. ]

[ It's such a day, Nishitani checking in on progress, knowing the place is nearly done, if not already open. The signage just needs to go up. ] Looks good, Iichan.

[heretic_blade]

[ It's strange to be trusted with anything that isn't killing. A real actual shelter for him to be in charge of the day to day business. It doesn't feel real. It's not a clean business (what is in this city), but he doesn't care about that, either. The important thing to him is ultimately that the street dogs get taken care of; that this also improves his standing with the Clan after his disappearance last month is a bonus.

Izō looks genuinely happy for once in his life and doesn't even try to cover it up when he turns towards the other man. Nishitani funded this, it's only fair he gets to see what it means to Izō. ]

Still thought ya were yankin' my chain 'bout this whole thing...It don't feel real.

[pitfight]

Damn, kid. [ He's never seen Izo smile like this. Nishitani wishes that he would. He goes over and kisses Izo sweetly, a soft thing on the lips before he pulls back to look around. If Nishitani didn't know that this place had been a casino before, he wouldn't be able to tell with how it's gotten put together. ] Why would I do that to my baby boy?

emily 🐈‍⬛ taming of the bastard

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[ A lunch date. ]

[ Simple. There's no hidden strings, no overtones. Just lunch, over at Nishitani and Andy's new place. They haven't mentioned the texts, not yet. Nishitani feels them weighty in the air, regardless. While the place is clean, Nishitani's specifically kept Andy's panties from this morning out, a stain of her come and his at the crotch. In the bathroom, there's handcuffs and lube by the sink. Only the kitchen is truly impeccable. ]

[ An unseen wrench in the plan is the fact Bastard's yeowling at the window, screaming to be let in. Nishitani'd let him back outside after breakfast, as in the tomcat's routine, but the smell of cooking salmon has brought him back. Well... Seduction might be difficult with Bastard trying to bite Emily's ankles, but that's better than the unending chorus of Bastard's broken motor voice. ]

[ So in Bastard comes, right before Emily arrives. Great. ]

[medicative]

[she shows up at the agreed upon time with a bottle of umeshu, having insisted it was only proper for her to bring something to this. it's simple, straightforward, and she agreed to it for an equally simple reason. apart from the pieces she's managed to glean from him...Nishitani is practically a stranger to her. and that feels awkward, considering his proximity to others, so perhaps this meal will be a chance to step towards mending that gap. it could also be an extremely ill advised move, but knowing what she faces makes it less of a threat.

therefore, when she steps in, she presents the bottle to him with a smile.]

I hope it pairs well enough with the food - it seemed the best choice for summer.

[all well and normal.]

[pitfight]

There you are. [ Nishitani takes the wine, looking Emily over from head to toe, looking over how she's decided to dress just for him. For Emily, Nishitani's wearing a collared shirt with the sleeves rolled, a couple buttons undone so the peak of tattoo is visible past pink fabric. ] Been waiting for you. [ Not a lie, and the smell of lunch is already in the air.]

[ What's also in the air is Bastard's tail as he trots over, between Nishitani's legs, to sniff at Emily's shoes. ]

majima 🪓 the best way to speak

[pitfight]

[ Tension remains between them, and Nishitani wants to bite through his fucking fist thinking about it. Majima doesn't reach out to him, he doesn't reach back, and who the fuck has he become? Sure, he's been fucking busy between time, but for Majima... ]

[ Well, Nishitani's making time now because whatever's going on needs to stop. Nishitani wants to taste Majima again, kiss him, bite him, see the way he folds under Nishitani's hands and writhes. The message to the group chat earlier just made Nishitani hornier for Majima, that fucking strength. ]

[ A text, a location. Celestial, at 9am. It's not open to the public at this time, only employees and workers buzzing about. ]

Get yourself to the Celestial, Majima. We're overdue for another little chat.

[no_kyouken]

[ There is a requisite amount of bickering by text first. Majima does, in fact, have other things to do than keep having the same miserable conversation over and over. He will show up though, if only for the potential of punching Nishitani in the face. ]

What th'fuck do ya want, Nishitani.

[pitfight]

Look at that attitude, Majima-kun. It's almost like you're not happy to see me anymore! [ A loaded statement, the underpinning of why Majima's been summoned, clear as day. He's the one who lets Nishitani into the casino, takes him through the front rooms, all the way into the back: the places where there aren't cameras. ]

julieta 🏖️ sunbum (backdated)

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[ Watermelon, Nishitani heard that there was watermelon somewhere on this beach, and Nishitani is fucking starving, and more than that, he wants to hit a watermelon with a stick. Something nostalgic, from ages ago-- how long had it been since he'd last played suikawari? Feels like fucking eons at this point. ]

[ Holy shit, the fact he can keep his footing in the sand is incredible, considering he's currently double fisting two high percentage beers, considering the trail of beer he's left behind himself, too. ]

[ Oh shit, he hears it. Nishitani doesn't run, just because he knows he would fall, but he stumbles his way towards the sound of watermelon being split apart, operating purely out of instinct. ]

[sharpestsword]

[ There's no stick in sight but Julieta has managed to break open a watermelon. She seems intent on completely crushing it between her thighs. The only thing that distracts her from that is some guy shambling in her direction. She pauses to watch noting the drinks in his hands. Someone's been enjoying the beach party. She pulls a broken piece out of the remains in her lap and takes a bite. ]

If you've got a problem talk to the lifeguard. I'm off duty.

[pitfight]

Not looking for lifeguard.

Watermelon. [ He stumbles forward a little more, impressed by her display and enjoying the look of watermelon juice running over her thighs. ] Trade you. [ Offering one of his half drunk beers. ]

izo 🪡 baby steps

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[ Going to the bathhouse with Izo means Nishitani gets a look at the kids arm. Obviously, Izo is cagey about the marks, even when surrounded by others covered in them-- but Nishitani gets it. They were put their unwillingly. Nishitani underwent his bodysuit with pride-- the situations are different, but that doesn't mean-- ]

[ Nishitani likes yakuza life, yakuza culture. He'd grown up in it, made himself in it. Seeing someone with authentic, punishing, tattoos, the start of tattooing in yakuza in every circle-- it's pretty cool, alright?! ]

[ He doesn't bring it up immediately, or at all, until they're alone. Andy has work (fuck) but the Celestial doesn't open for another couple hours, and Nishitani's testing to see if the fucking place can run without his direct oversight for the night. His phone is on the table beside them, on and threatening, but that's far from Nishitani's mind right now. ]

[ Instead he's kissing at Izo's neck, letting the boy rest on his naked chest, the weight heavy and welcome. Nishitani doesn't touch. Majima hated him touching the places that Majima felt vulnerable, and Nishitani thinks the sentiment may transfer over. The tattoo is a place of pain. Nishitani won't touch it unless invited. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ He tries to ignore his tattoo most of the time. It's little more than an ever-present reminder of what a disgrace he'd been towards the end of his life, an indelible mark that even the Throne of Heroes thought was important enough for him to bear. The fact that Nishitani was interested in it at all bothered him on some level. Why couldn't he just ignore it?

Even touching it during sex was a touchy subject. The last time someone had done that, well...They'd left a different sort of mark on him. At least that one is easily covered up by his hair. He knows it won't turn to unwanted humiliation, but he can't get rid of the niggling anxiety.

Izō tangles his fingers in Nishitani's hair, claws scratching gently against his scalp. ]

...Ya wanna touch it, don't ya?

[ Maybe he can let go and allow it. Nishitani's affection already has him more relaxed. The fact that he's even entertaining the idea is proof of that. ]

[pitfight]

Sometimes. [ Clocked, but Nishitani is fine with it. He smirks, leering at Izo, kissing bicep, elbow, palm, where ever Izo's arm gets in too close to his mouth. ]

It's the reason I got all these. [ A motion to the tattoos covering his body. ]

Mini event training at the Celestial Phoenix

[sleepinglyra]

[Sheliak didn't want to be here. Although he had gambled a little back home, the casino was a foreign environment to him and he did not approve of learning how to cheat. Despite his reservations, Sheliak obediently hid his frustration behind a polite smile as he intently listened to instructions. Even if he didn't agree to his faction's methods, that wasn't an excuse not to excel at these annoying lessons.

Sheliak was a charming dealer who used his silver tongue to encourage players to stay longer. If they were on a winning streak he subtly lead them to taking more risks and he offered a sympathetic ear to those who were down on their luck. He took pride in his subtle control of the table without cheating and he stubbornly held off on using any of the underhanded methods he was taught until he was left with no other choice.

When he was forced to cheat, the elegant movements he learned as a noble aided his sleight of hand. Only showing everyone what you want them to see was a noble's specialty after all and Sheliak offered his poor victim a sympathetic smile.]

Care to try your luck again sir?

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani's sharp. He'd spent a lifetime learning when he was being manipulated, used, or otherwise taken advantage of-- in turn, he'd made a life using those skills against others, a talent that came to him naturally. Gifted in all things criminal, it would seem, from the time he could walk. ]

[ Sheliak has a light touch, but Nishitani can see it, nursing a scotch on the rocks and sitting at the table for a couple of rounds-- realizing no slight of hand is being used, despite being taught. The Celestial is in off hours, the others at the tables all other Shuten's fleecing and being fleeced. Nishitani turns his eyes to Sheliak then, sharp, nearly gold. ]

You'd get more from me if you actually stacked the deck properly, kid. [ Around him: groans. So much money lost and the dealer wasn't even a shark. It's back to bootcamp for those rookies. ]

[sleepinglyra]

[Sheliak was also sharp. He grew up learning how to recognize all the different players on the board, pawns like the poor victims he fleeced tonight, or in Nishitani's case, the queen of this particular situation. He recognized the manager of the casino as soon as he sat down and he suspected he was being watched.

There was a tiny pause in Sheliak's shuffling when Nishitani called him a kid and he stubbornly met Nishitani's sharp gaze. His blue eyes shimmered like water, hinting at his magic, and his mouth twitched upward in a ghost of a proud smirk at the groans around him.]

Looks like I did just fine without it.