[closed] you don't know my reputation

[no_kyouken]

Who ⬤ Akiyama & Majima
What ⬤ Time to spill the beans.
Content Warnings ⬤ Yakuza shit.


[ If he'd come and gone, Majima would have left it alone but it's been a few weeks and Shun Akiyama is still walking around Jigoku-cho with a fucking secret in his pocket.

Majima doesn't go out of his way to find him. They'll come across one another sooner or later, and when they do: Majima grabs him by the back of his shirt and pulls. He tilts his head and stares into Akiyama's face; mild, contemplative. ]

Time to talk.

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[windfalling]

[ He looks around to find the nearest exit. Not that he can extricate himself out of this situation, but knowing an escape route is always a good idea. ]

I know. [ Akiyama takes a step back. ] I don't know you and I don't know what you've been through or what any of this even means to you. I didn't tell you any of this to piss you off, either. It's only fair you know what I know.

[ A tired smile. ]

Because it is your life.

[no_kyouken]

[ Getting kicked to the floor by him is worse than a horse, he's as strong as a fucking yokai now. It's probably going to bruise. He has that Mad Dog look on his face, like it was just waiting there under the surface of his palpable exhaustion. He's younger than the man Akiyama has witnessed, but that's assuredly still him. The only thing missing is the knife. The Mad Dog of Shimano would be on him with it by now.

The snake stands over him instead, sneeringly furious. ]

Only fair.

[ Since you've just upended his understanding of his own suffering, broken open the shell of an old wound and let it ooze fresh. He's buzzing with agony. He wants to tear Akiyama to pieces. Too bad that would be a bad look. So he kicks him in the side again instead with a snarl. ]

We're not fuckin' done.

[ He points down at him threateningly, but he's also leaving before he smashes up this bar. ]

[windfalling]

[ There it is. There's the violence he'd been waiting for. It's not pleasant to be sent sprawling to the floor, struggling to breathe, but at least the tension of waiting for it was over. He starts to pick himself up when the second kick comes. The floor is a better place to be right now. That's certainly going to leave a mark.

Wheezing, he pushes himself up off the floor long enough to call after Majima. ]

See you later, then.

[ And then it's right back to the floor, clutching his side. At least it's just some bruised ribs and not a stab wound or three. ]