Title¡Yakuza Pop!
Series: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
Genre: (Forbidden) Romance/Action/Drama
Rating: 16 ↑.

Disclaimer: No. I don't own any of the characters from the series. The idea to put them in this setting, however, is mine.

Pairings: KousukexKurogane FaixKurogane SyaoranxSakura

Note: Kousuke is the name that I'll be using for Kurogane's father. Because he fucking rocks, and they didn't really give his real name in the manga or the anime. (Although hints were dropped that his name was also Kurogane?)

Please give part one a shot. Part two is MUCH BETTER,

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PART ONE

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"Oi, Tousan?"

"Hmn?"

"How did you meet her? 'Kaasan, I mean."

Kurogane watched at his father grinned, took another drag from his cigarette, and shrugged.

"I won her in a bar fight."

"You-- what? Wait, what?!" This reaction was more than just a bit amusing to his father, who broke out into a fit of warm laughter, his free hand reaching out to ruffle his son's hair a bit. "You're kidding, right? You won her?" Kurogane stared, his expression confused and hopeful.

"That's right. I won her." He paused, rolling his eyes. "'Saved' her, as she says."

"In a bar fight..."

"Yes."

"At a...bar."

"Yes, son. Is there really a part to this that you're having some difficulty grasping?"

The younger fell silent, his father following the action. This was a normal routine for them: Kurogane would bring up a topic of conversation early in the day, and they would talk about it outside on the balcony, each of them hanging over the railing and staring at what was mostly theirs below. This topic would seen random at first, but it was usually because Kurogane's newly found raging hormones were demanding answers for a problem of some sort, a problem that he found it hard to out and talk about, and after acquiring his information, the boy would shuffle to his place of thinking and try to sort it out. This was something that his father knew, along with the fact that his son thought that it was a perfect disguise, and he would usually let the topic drop at a certain point...however this topic was exeptionally odd for such a time of day, and he pressed on.

"Did you already ask her about it?"

"Yeah...but...I guess it was really hard to believe." The youth paused, his fingers tapping against the metal railing, and continued, his voice casual-- almost bored. "She's happy here, right?"

"She tells me so. Your mother is a great woman."

"Yeah, I know that. But...there aren't...well..." Kurogane's head tilted slightly, a habit for whenever he was having difficulty thinking, and his father waited for him to continue. "Not a lot of men want their daughters to marry men in the Yakuza." Beside him, his father let out a chuckle.

"Her father didn't have much of a choice."

"Well. Yeah. I know that... but..."

Aah. And then...a small lightbulb flickered on inside his mind.

"There's a young lady you've been sneaking out to see?" He asked, almost too slyly, his eyes narrow and a smirk plastered to his face. He watched his son's cheeks tint, just slightly-- and the reason why he wasn't in sorting issues with his mother became more clear.

"It's...it's nothing like that, really. Sometimes in the bar...there's this girl with her uncle or something. She wears a kimono and always has her hair up..."

"She pretty?"

"Well. I guess so..."

"You 'guess so'?"

"Well...I don't know!"

His father laughed again, and for a moment it looked as if Kurogane wanted to slowly tip off the side of the building. He decided that now would be the time to change the subject, for fear that if he didn't his son would explode from all the blood rushing to his face.

"You officially come of age tomorrow. Have you decided what tatoo you'll be getting first?"

"The dragon. I want one like yours...in the same place, too." He answered, nodding firmly.
afterwards. Every member of The Suwa had a black tatoo somewhere on their body, it was important, especially to him. He'd been waiting for what seemed like lifetimes to become old enough to get one-- illegally of course-- by his father's standards. Tatoos were frowned upon in the city, and it was hard for anyone to just walk into a shop and be hooked up. Different people owned different shops, and if someone that wasn't a member it meant trouble for most people. Kurogane had heard stories about foreigners being killed over walking into a shop that was 'marked', and he couldn't help but wonder. "Is there a special place that we have to go to...a place that's just ours?" Beside him, his father raised a brow.

"I have a friend in town who's done most of ours. But she's not marked or anything."

"How come?"

"Well. It would cause trouble she's popular, does a lot of underground dealings." A shrug, and then another opportunity to ruffle the boy up. "You'll be able to run me better errands, now. You'd just better be careful with that face of yours. Don't start any fights, son-- but if someone else does you make sure you finish it, you hear?" Under the weight of his father's hand, he nodded, his face full of determination and pride.

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"Well, then. You ready to go?"

"Of course I am! Lets go already!"

"I remember why my father took me to get my first tatoo aah. Yes, that was a day to remember...-"

Kurogane rolled his eyes a thunked his head against the glass of the door. A history lesson. Great.

"-- and I bled as if she'd cut my whole damn arm off...-"

A twitch.

"Tousan? You bled a lot?"

"Huh? Well of course. It is a needle piercing through three layers of skin--"

"Honey. Stop trying to scare him, he's already pale."

"Oh, he'll be fine. Won't you, Kurogane?"

"I told you I would be. Now lets g--"

"Ooooi! Kousuke-sama! Kuro-san."

His head was thunked against the door again in an instant, a sigh escaping him due to more distractions. Behind him, his father grinned and greeted the boy who had ran down several flights of stairs to find them.

"Aah. Syaoran-kun. Is something the matter?"

"Kuro-san is getting his tatoo now, right? Can I come?" At this, Kurogane pushed away from the door, a frown on his face as he slowly turned to the group of people that was slowly gathering at the door.

"Why the Hell would you want to come? Isn't there something else that you should be doing? Something...not around me?"

His frown turned into a dull stare as the younger laughed, hands on his hips and leaning backwards. The dramatic action ended, and a gloved finger was shoved in his face.

"I want to see you cry."

Immediate. Bristle.

"You fuckhead! I'm not going to cry!!"

"Boys."

"Ha ha! Yeah right! You're going to bleed and you're going to cry! And I'm going to be there to see it!"

"I'm about to make you bleed! C'mere you--"

"Boys!"

Kurogane's lunge was stopped short, his father getting a fistfull of hair and tugging. Not bothering to struggle, he let his arms fall to his sides. A few feet away Syaoran was surely holding back a fit of giggles, and his mother was smiling also.

"Of course you can come with, Syaoran-kun. Just as long as the two of you aren't at each other's throats."

"Hurray!"

"Augh."

"Oh dear. Don't forget this." Kurogane was more than happy to have his hair freed from the deathgrip that was his fathers, and immediately raised a hand to rub at the sore spot. He froze when he watched his mother hand his father what looked like the leg of an animal.

"...What...is that?"

"This?"

"Yeah. That."

His father smiled, waving the leg slightly.

"This is the payment for your tatoo."

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