I OWN NOTHING
Everyone says I should make a proper Yakuza story due to how I implement elements of the game in fics of mine like Knocking Chance.
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"I've come here for business regarding future Beacon students." Said a deep, smooth voice with some bass to it that could make a woman's legs quiver.
Yang Xiao Long was on a hunt for her mother, and her latest lead was a club. She got what she was expecting: a dark place with blaring music and strobing lights in her face. It didn't surprise her since most clubs were for the party scene. However, the last thing she expected to see was a tall middle-aged man built like a brickhouse already talking to her lead.
Junior Xiong noted that his newest costumer had one outdated fashion sense. Light gray dress pants with an opened jacket and loafers. He wore a wine-red shirt which collar had the two top buttons undone to show a strong physique. With sharp features, sharper sideburns, a seemingly permanent scowl and his hair neatly combed backwards, he looked like a real heartbreaker from decades ago.
"Listen, what you're looking for isn't here, old man." Junior growled at the older figure, passing by him, "Even if it were, you'd be wasting your time."
"This conversation isn't over, you know?" the scowling man asked, grabbing Junior by the shoulder, "You've made a business in information and I'm looking for it."
"Like I told you-" Junior started, only to get brutally punched across the face, the hook he got was that of a street fighter with years of experience. The young man was a brawler, relying on instinct, but quite good at improving over the years. And his glare could get lesser men to step back, like Junior's men did with yelps of shock and awe. Many of the costumers started to run off, realizing the man was dangerous.
Upon landing five feet away from the gray-suited man, Junior nursed a sore jaw, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing behind closed doors." the older man angrily exclaimed and walked to the owner, and it was then that Junior's men finally got to work, a line formed to protect him like a barrier, "I came here for answers, and I'm not walking until I get them."
Groaning, Junior stood up, "Bastard… You really fucked up…" the bearded man groaned and waved for his men to get the sharply dressed man, "Break his legs!" Yang observed as the stranger cracked his knuckles and then his neck, getting into a practiced martial arts stance. Right first at his chin level, left one at his hip.
One of the only brave goons rushed at the gray-suited man, sword up. The man answered with a furious punch to the face, followed by a wide left hook, a right uppercut, and then he used his right fist for one wild backhanded strike that sent the lackey crashing down. He wouldn't get up and the young man wasn't going to stop as his glare told the other men.
Another grunt rushed at him from behind, backed up by another with their own swords ready. Once they got close enough, the gray-suited man punched the first, kneed the second, grabbed the first for a headbutt, and kicked the other on the head. The two didn't dare to get back up after that when teeth flew from their mouths and blood started to drip.
"Die, you bastard!" one of the lucky guns-for-hire shouted as he stepped behind the brawler and opened fire at point blank with his gun. However, he did so after getting kicked in the ribs by the suited bruiser, the force behind his foot sending the gunman crashing into another three and knocking them out cold.
Raising both fists, the gray-suited man let out a powerful roar, "BRING IT ON!"
"You asked for it!" an unarmed goon growled after grabbing a stool to bring down on the young man's head. Yang gasped when seeing it break…and then gaped when the gray-suited man retaliated with a headbutt of all things against the mook's face, breaking his nose. The suited bruiser did stagger at first, but the recovery for that counter was just a split second!
As the man continued punching to get back at the one who finally hit him, one stealthier swordsman rushed at him from behind. Without turning, the sideburns-carrying slugger kneed his main target, then turned for a brutal elbow strike to the swordsman's face, breaking some teeth. Seeing that, the DJ grabbed his assault rifle hidden under his booth, which Yang noticed.
"Above you at the DJ booth!" she warned him, and the suited man swiftly grabbed one of Junior's men by the belt and the lapels just as the DJ finished assembling his gun. Before the bear-masked man could open fire, the gray and red clad fighter tossed the man he grabbed right at him. Yang hissed as the collision sent them both crashing into the wall, cracking it slightly.
"Where did this monster crawl from!?" one of the knocked down men asked before getting knocked out with a brutal kick to the face.
"Don't play me for a fool, Xiong." The suited man started, breathing evenly after his workout, "If you're going to make deals with criminals, don't try to act like you don't know what could happen." He glared where Junior had run off to and found two girls, twins, in front of him in stylish red and white dresses. He scoffed, "Hiding behind women? Tch…"
"Seems like he needs a lesson in manners, Miltia." Said the one in white with bladed heels.
"Too bad, he is kinda hot for an old man, Melanie." Said the one in red with claws on her hands.
"Get out of my way," he said, lowering his stance.
Yang grinned cheekily from her stool at the bar, "What is it, big guy? Can't hit a lady?" she asked with a catty grin and patted him on the back, waving after that, "Since you put on a good show, let me do this. Free, too." He stared at her warily, knowing she was obviously not one of Junior's subordinates, but she made sure he relaxed, "I want some answers out of the guy, so don't break him too hard."
He smirked, "No promises." He stepped back and took a seat at the steps of the dance floor while the twins glared at the blonde. They were actually looking forward to fighting the attractive older man. He was an actual challenge and totally their type. To see a blonde bimbo casually walk to him and step in angered the two.
Being his turn to observe, the man analyzed the blonde girl's moves. In a fight against two, she did more than fairly well. Kicks gave her some trouble, but at the very least she managed to find ways to counter such a team up. By the end, she used a move which reminded him of one he did back when he was younger, grabbing someone's arm by the wrist to twist it, but she added a midair spinning kick to the face.
"Alright, you two are done." Junior said as he stepped forward, a bazooka carried on his shoulder.
Cracking his knuckles slowly, the man stepped forward and took his stance, "This is your last chance before I break your jaw."
"Like Hell I'd-"
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Kiryu-chan!"
A melody of madness echoed behind Junior, making him go tense. Yang gaped at the figure behind him, words failed her in all levels. Everything about the man that had just frozen up Junior screamed madness. At first glance the threat which the newcomer brought to the scene was palpable. He was lazily carrying an umbrella on his shoulder after entering the club from outside and gave the suited man a wild smirk.
"B-Boss!" Junior stood out of his way, letting Yang see him better.
Leather pants and gloves, yellow snakeskin jacket, dress shoes with metal toe guards, and tattoos on his bare chest which was exposed from the lack of a shirt. Lanky in appearance, he had a decent built, lean but hardened muscle for agility. His face would be forever burnt in her mind, the black eyepatch with a snake design, crazy single eye, mop of black hair and the need for a shave. But the glint in his eye...
"Oh, Kiryu-chan, already goin' with another bombshell?" the man asked in confusion, eyeing Yang and freezing her. Just something about him put her off, not the mirth in his voice or the attitude that yelled madman, but a hidden edge, like the blade of a sheathed dagger.
"No, she's here for business with Junior, as am I." the suited man she now knew was Kiryu answered, adjusting his collar.
The bearded boggle-eyed cyclops sighed, "And you ruin one of my boys' clubs, Kiryu-chan? Man, you think I'm going soft?" he aimed his umbrella at Kiryu, a grin slowly widening, "Cuz if that's the case, I can gladly show ya I am still kickin'! Hell, I'd be glad, but first..." in a sudden change in mood, the man turned and slapped Junior with his umbrella, "YOU DUMB FUCK NEED TO GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER!"
Junior fell and received more strikes which bruised his face, "Stop it!" Kiryu shouted, but the man kept beating Junior with his waterproof accessory.
"Just a bit of tough love!" the madman explained with a strike after each word until he got bored and kicked Junior away. "Ah, Kiryu-chan, still soft... I heard this numskull sold some of our boys to a guy I don't really like. Makin' calls behind yer boss' back... Oh Junior, what were ya thinkin'?" he grabbed Junior by the tie, lifting him to his feet singlehandedly to let Kiryu and Yang see the club owner's busted lip and black eye.
Junior then did something Yang only expected him to if she grabbed him by the balls, he whimpered in fear, "S-Sorry, sir, but the money was-"
"Cash grows and goes, but reputation gettin' stained is not a mess easy to clean." The man growled, gripping the umbrella like it was an icepick, "But if money's all that's in yer head, you can pay!"
"Enough." Kiryu said, grabbing the man's wrist before he could strike Junior again, "Let him go, he can pay for this mistake and a favor with information."
"Oh?" the eyepatch man turned, confused, "What? You think his flappin' pie hole's good enough?" then he dropped Junior who unceremoniously lied splattered on the floor, and put a hand on his hip, "Kiryu-chan, are you alright on the head? What's this dumbass gonna get ya other than a cheap martini?"
"Any lead to who I'm looking for." Kiryu said firmly and – to Yang's surprise – politely bowed his head out of respect to the man before him, "I need to find her soon, Majima-san, she's in over her head."
"Hmm," the newly identified Majima tilted his head at a 45-degree angle with his arms crossed, "man, Kiryu-chan, you really tryin' to get me to comply with puppy dog eyes? I ain't no damn charity or a saint. Hell, I get Junior here to slap sense into the boys if they ever fall for that."
Kiryu stood up and stared firmly at Majima, "I don't know what else to do, but if it's needed, I will do anything in my power to find her."
"Good..." Majima grinned wider than before, and for a second Yang swore a black aura enveloped him, "Cuz you better don't talk about gettin' the big prize without payin' for it."
"Don't worry." Kiryu said and retook his stance, "I knew what I was getting into for this favor."
"YES!" Majima clapped like a little kid with his hands over his head, his smirk turning feral, "Talkin' my language there, Kiryu-chan! Awright, if you really wanna go..." he cracked his neck and did some mock-stretching to get into a practiced slouched stance, covering his cheek with his right fist and letting his left arm hang limply in front of him, "LET'S DANCE TILL WE DROP!"
"Shit!" Junior crawl-ran off, too terrified as he shouted to his men, "Run for it, the boss is going to fight!"
"Alright, get ready, Kiryu-chan," Giving the most maniacal grin possible, Majima raced at Kiryu with his umbrella up, ready for a stab. "Nyehehehe!" Kiryu crossed his arms over his head and stopped the blow by pushing back Majima's arm. The madman giggled like a schoolgirl who had just found her headmistress' collection of erotic birthday cakes despite getting sent flung back.
Landing on his back, the leather-clad man rolled back to his feet and held his umbrella at his side like he was a sword. Crouching forward, Majima ran towards Kiryu yet again, but the man didn't move. Instead, his body remained firmly in place. Calm and collected, Kiryu observed Majima's moves, not moving an inch as the maniac charged at him. Yang was about to tell him to move...
Only for Majima to disappear from view!
"What!?" she exclaimed in a shocked whisper, she hadn't taken her eyes off him.
"Gyehehehehe!" the chuckle made her turn to see that Majima had dashed to the side, leaving a shadowy afterimage as he went in for a stab.
But Kiryu didn't lose his focus. Quickly, he spun around the strike and took hold of Majima's outstretched arm. Disarming opponents was very important for unarmed fighters, Yang knew so but didn't focus on it as a result of her being a thrill-seeker. Kiryu was a completely different beast. Bringing up his knee, he made Majima exclaim in pain when he smashed the eye-patched man's elbow with a brutal strike.
"He caught the boss!?" Junior found himself saying, gasping with wide eyes.
Kiryu moved fast, he used his grip to spin Majima around, grab the back of his head with a hand, and slam it on the floor with cold eyes. Yang felt like she was looking at a wise dragon whose hundreds of years of a battle no human could compare to had made him a pillar of power. However, Majima wasn't done, and despite having one bad arm he stopped his fall with both hands, surprising Kiryu.
"Good ol' Kiryu-chan!" Majima exclaimed as he and Kiryu struggled before the madman showed the craziest display in flexibility by twirling his body around to kick Kiryu on the side of the head. However, that did not stop his head from meeting the floor. The two middle-aged fighters were staggered and forced to break apart, "Strong and persistent as fuck..." he giggled as he got up and threw aside his umbrella, then pulled out a sharp dagger from his back.
"I could never read you..." Kiryu both praised his opponent and cursed his luck for facing him.
Majima let out a mad yell and ran at Kiryu, forcing the gray-suited man to watch his movements carefully with a step back. Kiryu had to immediately dash back to avoid a stab, deflected a slash with a backhanded punch to try to open Majima's defense, and then ducked when realizing the one-eyed man was already doing a roundhouse kick by using the momentum of Kiryu's move. And it kept going faster and crazier, giving Yang a hard time reading their moves. Kiryu threw a wild punch, which Majima ducked and spun around, getting to Kiryu's side to try to stab him yet again.
"HIYAH!" The madman let out only to gape at something not even Yang would do, "Huh!?"
"Grr..." Kiryu grunted as he quickly gripped the blade before it sunk into his stomach.
"Is this guy nuts!? The boss could slice his fingers off with a pull!" Junior exclaimed, petrified...and then gasped, "B-Boss...can't...pull back..."
Indeed, which shocked Yang, 'What is this guy?'
Majima took it in with a wider smirk as Kiryu lifted his knife up. "ORA!" Kiryu's direct reply was accompanied with a savage punch which sent Junior's boss flying backwards five yards. Majima tried and failed to overpower the guy, and he had a great time. However, as he rolled to a stop to the shock of many with his opponent gripping his dagger with a bleeding hand, he knew he had to hand it to the guy.
"Kiryu-chan, still worthy of that nickname..." he groaned and lied sprawled on the floor.
Both Malachite twins ran to nurse him while Kiryu panted, "Geesh, are you well? Are you even human?" Yang asked the middle-aged man.
Grinning at the bewildered girl, Kiryu threw the dagger forward, nailing it on the floor in front of Majima, "I'll be fine..." he said and took out a vial. It was labeled Staminan Royale, which the thrill-seeker recalled was a new Atlus product, a super-medicine. He took a loud gulp while he clenched and unclenched his hand. Yang's amazement grew once again when a white aura coated his wounds, which slowly closed up.
"Damn, I didn't even get started and ya gotta end it like that..." Majima chortled as he got up, bruised and out of breath.
Kiryu managed to keep his breathing even but didn't look forward to a second round, "I've come here to look for someone, Majima-no-nii-san. As has this girl." He motioned to Yang with a tilt of his head and then turned fully to the leather wearing man. He didn't say anything else, as straight to the point as his fighting style, the blonde noted.
Beaming cartoonishly wide, Majima nodded, "Aw-right!" he turned, walking to grab his dagger, and passed his subordinate with a hand on his shoulder, "Junior, do yer thing."
"Y-Yessir!" the bearded man bowed deeply while Majima left with the twins close behind.
"So...do we get free drinks?" Yang asked cheekily, drawling out the first word, "I'll take one of the fruity non-alcoholic ones. Add a tiny umbrella, please."
"Sake, warm." Kiryu calmly told him.
"Understood..." Junior gulped and went to get their orders.
At the counter, Yang and Kiryu enjoyed their drinks, the girl moving her glass to him, "Cheers." Kiryu seemed taken back for a moment but nodded once back to his stoic face and clicked his cup with her glass, "So, do you want to go first since you did most of the work here?" she wouldn't lie, he intrigued her. Sure, he looked like he could be her dad, but she'd never underestimate the man after what she saw him do.
"Thanks." And he was modest, too, "Do you have information on this girl?" he asked the club owner, showing him a picture of a girl with long black hair, yellow eyes, and a black bow with beautiful features, "She's Blake Belladonna, and her parents are worried sick."
"Belladonna...?" Junior asked, frowning at the name, "Don't you mean-"
"That Belladonna family which Majima-no-nii-san and I have close ties to." Kiryu's words and scowl told him to bite his tongue. It was obvious that if someone like him and Majima knew someone of that name, the prejudice which Junior could have had would be received with something worse than an umbrella to the face.
"W-well, I've no news on her, but I can have my sources look it up..." Junior gulped at first but managed to keep an appeasing tone at the end.
"Contact me immediately." Kiryu said as he handed the man the picture and a number, finishing his sake before leaving.
"Would you like me to help?" Yang asked, looking at the picture, "She seems to be around my age, and I see a sword handle on her back. Maybe I could bump into her if she's a huntress. I'm joining Beacon Academy soon." Kiryu stared at her carefully and the brawler just shrugged with a grin, "Hey, it won't hurt you. Besides, you got me a free drink and cheaper info."
Giving her a faint smile, the man nodded, "I'd appreciate it."
"Name's Yang Xiao Long, big guy." She introduced herself in a carefree manner with a wave of the hand.
"Kazuma Kiryu." He said with a courteous bow of the head.
"Take care, then." She said and then turned to Junior, "Now, about my questions..."
The man sighed, not looking forward to what could ensure.
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And that's my rap!
Despite what I said before of Kiryu being Blake's dad, Mugiwara N0 Luffy – author of some amazing fics which you should totally check out – recommended I put him as Blake's uncle to approach some of the canon with different approaches and perspectives. In this case, he and Majima are Blake's surrogate uncles... Yes, you can imagine how crazy this'll be. So, now to me gushing why I did this.
It's my first attempt at a legitimate Yakuza fic. The Yakuza franchise is my love. I'd mount it on a wall for my children and their children to have appropriate role models to look up to every morning. It's an incredible staple of how to be manly while being fun, goofy and action packed in a way that should never work. And yet, it's one of my favorite game franchises.
Despite the cutscenes being as long as one of Hideo Kojima's intros for the Metal Gear games, there's some ridiculous passion behind everything. It's a game that is as fun as it is flawed. At the center of it all is Kazuma Kiryu. He is as dissonant as the games he's in. One moment he's the most feared guy in the room, and the next he's in a mascot costume to make kids laugh.
Being this a Yakuza story, expect silly side-quests such as, say, a karaoke contest. However, I'll try to weave them into the narrative by having Kiryu interact with the minor and major characters from RWBY to flesh them out. Suggestions are appreciated as well as constructive criticism. I'd greatly appreciate ideas on how Kiryu could befriend people from the RWBY-verse.
Swordslinger out!
