My Brother is Oyabun!

Fandom: Nurarihyon no Mago

Genre: Humor/Romance/Adventure

Rating: T/15+ (might be up in later chapters)

Pairing & Characters: Night Rikuou/Day Rikuo, everyone else

Summary: Being born in a Yakuza family wasn't easy in the slightest when all you wanted to be was an ordinary high school boy, especially if there was a possessive half brother who constantly teased and harassed you.


Warning: AU (there will be no youkai, just yakuza family ^_^), shounen ai—yaoi (boy on boy thing), slight incest (Rikuou and Rikuo are half brothers), Ooc (well, I still can't really grasp their exact characters perfectly, and there will be adjustment here and there for the plot sake, but I'll try to make it as IC as possible) there might be foul language, violence and a little bit blood (it is Yakuza world after all), and etc…etc…(will be state in later chapters if there is…)

Disclaimer: Nuramago belongs to Shiibashi Hiroshi-sensei, luna only sees the prospect of using the characters for playing and voila: this fic happens ^_^

A/N: Well, this is the idea that popped up in my mind when I saw the anime for the very first time. Youkai clan like in Yakuza clan? Awesome… Shiibashi-sensei put two of my favorite worlds in a mix! But, because it will take too much time to research the proper term for youkai, I decided all of them should be human in Yakuza world XD. Rikuou/Rikuo is my fave pair from the start! Damn, they shouldn't be in one body! That's just too bad, since they can have lovey-dovey relationship outside XDDD

Saa, let's try this, folks. Give me your opinion if I should really go for it ^_^


Prologue: My Life as Sandaime's Shadow!


It was an early morning spring in Ukiyo-e, a small town in Tokai Region near Nagoya City. For a school, it was a good time for a welcoming ceremony, dedicated to the new students that enrolled there.

It was no different for this boy as well.

Nura Rikuo, a slender, glasses wearer, 15 year old sandy haired boy with dark chocolate eyes who freshly enrolled to Ukiyo-e Senior High School. His face was cute, typical the usual next-door type of guy with a slightly clumsy personality.

However, there was something a bit different with his boy. He wasn't exactly like what people saw. Yes, his appearance was ordinary, nothing really special, but this boy was actually…

"Gaaaah! I'm laaaaate!" Rikuo shouted very loudly as he ran on the street to his new senior high school.

"Ah, Waka (1)! Please don't run so fast!" A cute girl with pale fair skin and long dark hair, and a big boy with scary face, spiky hair and dark tan skin were also running behind him.

Rikuo wasn't listening to them, running as fast as his legs could carry him. He looked slightly panicked as he realized that he was already late to attend the ceremony of his school.

"Don't call me 'Waka'!" Rikuo, despite hurrying while panting, still thought he had time to yell back at the two people behind him. "And don't follow me around! I'm just going to go to school!" he added in indignant high voice.

"But Wakaaa," the girl whined in desperate tone. "Sandaime (2) will be very angry if you get hurt because you're running too fast!" she reasoned.

"He'll skin us alive if we let that happen!" the big boy added dramatically, supporting the girl's protest with slightly pale face as well.

"Aah, so noisy! I told him not to but in my personal matters already!" Rikuo cried in annoyance. "Anyway, I'm really late, so do whatever you want, I don't care! As long as you don't come near me in school!" he shouted again pretty loudly before ignoring their voices completely.

Rikuo's eyes were alight as he saw the gate of his school, his new awesome high school. He was really happy as he made out the big buildings and the large yards with a lot of Sakura trees in full bloom inside the gate. He just had to cross that gate and he would be an official student of that school, and his life as a senior high school student would begin.

"Huh?" Rikuo was alerted as he saw a man in security's uniform walking near the open gate. His hands were at the gate-handle and he looked about to close it.

"Aaaaah! Waaaaait!" Rikuo shouted loudly again in panicky while reaching his hand forward. He speeded up his running pace and was about to get a face full of iron gates as he boldly jumped and slid inside the gate before it closed. "Saaaafe!" he cheered while panting heavily when he was successful.

Rikuo's supposedly new black gakuran (3), an early spring uniform, was officially soiled, dirty because he slid and rolled on the ground which was full of dust and dirt. Because of the rain last night it was worse, and now he was laying there face down.

The security guy… or in close inspection was actually a gatekeeper, looked at Rikuo with a weird tiny smile on his face, sweat dropping a little at the boy's unique way of entering the gate. "Ah… are you okay?" he asked while trying to help Rikuo stand.

"Ye-yeah, thank you," Rikuo said with a wide grin on his face even though it was a little muddy.

The gate keeper chuckled warmly at seeing the eager cute face. "Oh, you're late, kid. The ceremony's just begun," he said while jerking his head at the back school yard direction.

"Ah! Damn!" Rikuo realized and hurriedly turned over to run again. But on the way, he looked back once for awhile to say "Thank you again, nice to meet you!" to the gate keeper who waved at him and then he was gone to the ceremonial spot.


0oo—Rikuou x Rikuo—oo0


Rikuo slowly planted himself in the back of students' line. He hadn't gone to his classroom yet, and he still had his school bag on hands. He didn't want to be regarded as a tardy student just because he was late on the first day. He could just look at the announcement board later to find his class room after the ceremony was over.

"Psst, Rikuo-kun."

Rikuo blinked slightly as he heard the whisper. He turned his head around slowly to look for the source of the voice and spotted a beautiful girl in sailor uniform a little bit on the right in front of him. Her hair was dark brown and she had the most clear sweet chocolate eyes he had ever seen. Well, technically she looked almost like him, but she was cuter.

"Kana-chan!" Rikuo smiled happily recognizing her as Ienaga Kana, his childhood friend. He went to the same elementary and junior high school as her, and amazingly, they always ended in the same class. He couldn't help wondering if they would be classmates again this year.

"You're a little bit late," she whispered again, but while smiling and waving at Rikuo in amusement.

"Heheh, yeah, I was turning in late yesterday," Rikuo whispered back while scratching his cheek with a forefinger in a sheepish grin.

Well, of course Rikuo would sleep very late. That kind of crazy party in the main house didn't happen every day after all.

"It's okay. I've seen the announcement board for the classes distribution. We're in the same class again," Kana smiled at him cutely, and Rikuo blushed slightly seeing that.

"Ah, really? That's great!" It was really nice and wonderful news. Rikuo would be in the same class as her again this year. This had to be…

"…a fate, huh? We're so compatible, Nura-kun, Ienaga-kun!"

Another voice interrupted Rikuo's thought, surprising him as he turned to his left now. "Geeh! Kiyotsugu-kun!" He found another one of his childhood friends, Kiyojyuji Kiyotsugu, a black eyed boy with short wavy black hair who always had a weird passion towards supernatural beings.

"It must be! Since we're also in the same class as Shima-kun, Maki-kun and Torii-kun!" Kiyotsugu added with fiery sparkling eyes, pointing to a shorter boy with light almost blond hair beside him in the name of Shima Jirou and two girls who were chatting quietly in front of him. The blond one was Maki Saori, and the raven one was Torii Natsumi.

"Eeh, Jirou, Saori and Natsumi too?" Rikuo couldn't believe this. His childhood friends from his elementary and junior high school were all there.

"What deity could do such thing? It must be God's fate of course!" Kiyotsugu decided enthusiastically and Rikuo could only laugh a little with a bead of sweat rolling down from his temple to his cheek.

"It really is a wonderful coincidence, right?" Kana giggled joyfully.

"No, no, Ienaga-kun. This is obviously the inevitable! Fate! Destiny!" Kiyotsugu argued with so much passion that Kana had to agree, with a drop of sweat from her cheek as well.

"Well, at least we won't be strangers in unfamiliar territory of this high school," Rikuo said, thinking positively. He was actually a bit worried if he could blend in well in this senior high school, but it seemed he didn't need to. He already knew with whom he would interact since his friends were around. Then later he just had to expand his social group, meeting and knowing new people in their class and other classes.

Rikuo was confident that he could be himself here, at his new life as a senior high school student. After all the first day went okay, Kiyotsugu asked him to join a Kiyojyuji Supernatural Investigation Club he wanted to establish in senior high school together with Jiro, Natsumi, Kana and Saori again, just like when they were in junior high. His home room teacher was okay. His new friends in class also looked friendly. He believed everything would be perfect.

Well… he thought he could believe… though he always forgot that he was born under the unlucky star. He never thought that on the way home after school with his beloved childhood friend, Kana, he would meet the unfortunate event that seemed always descending upon him when he felt everything was under control.

"You are… Nura Rikuou, right?"

Rikuo turned his face at the call of his name. He found a grown up man with long wavy light-brown hair wearing sunglasses and suits. The younger boy blinked at him with dumbfounded expression.

"Your friend, Rikuo-kun?" Kana asked without prejudice.

"Um… I don't think I know him…," Rikuo answered the girl before facing the man fully. "Uh… do we know each other?" he asked doubtingly.

The sunglasses man smirked. "Well, you probably don't know me, but I know you. Will you come with me, Nura Rikuou?" he asked while approaching them.

Instantly, Rikuo knew what this was about after hearing how that man called his name more clearly. He felt a bad feeling about this. "Kana-chan, stay behind me," he whispered in alert.

"Rikuo-kun?" Kana seemed a bit worried seeing Rikuo's face turn a bit serious.

"I'm sorry, but I can't come with you," Rikuo answered that man. "I have to take my friend here home," he added in calm polite tone.

"Well then, why don't we help your friend here home while you're coming with us?"

Another voice was heard and someone with the same appearance as the sunglasses man but with bald head was suddenly behind Kana, appearing out of nowhere, and he already held Kana's arm that she cried in surprise.

"Kana-chan!" Rikuo tried to shove the man away from his dear friend when two arms suddenly held his shoulders.

"Not so fast, brat. You're coming with us no matter what," the man with sunglasses said, already holding him back while Kana was calling his name with scared expression.

"Ah, I know. I understand. I'll come with you, but please let her go," Rikuo said while sweating in worry. He didn't want to involve Kana in something like this.

The sunglasses man behind Rikuo and the bald man that was holding Kana seemed communicating with their eyes for a moment before both nodded. The bald man slowly released Kana's hand and Rikuo relaxed slightly that those men decided to not involve the innocent civilian.

"You can go, missy," the bald man said while pushing her away.

"But… Rikuo-kun…!" Kana seemed really worried now, since things turned out to be worse.

"It's okay, Kana-chan," Rikuo smiled reassuringly at her. "I'll just go talk with these gentle men here. It won't be long, but it will be rude to make you wait so… you can go home first. I'll be right behind you later," he spoke so calmly and gullibly that Kana had no choice but to oblige.

"Okay…," she said with still a little worried tone. But seeing Rikuo's smile seemed to relieve her a bit as she walked away slowly.

Rikuo kept smiling cutely and waving at her until she was no longer in sight. Then his face turned serious again. "So… where are you going to take me to, Uncles?" He then looked over his shoulders at the sunglasses man and the bald man who already changed position behind him as well now.

Both the older men just smirked evilly at Rikuo as his bad omen seemed coming true.


0oo—Rikuou x Rikuo—oo0


Rikuo was brought to a shady worn out looking building where more people with the same suits and sunglasses as the two men holding him now were waiting. Shortly later, he was shoved down to the ground roughly by the sunglasses man while the others snickered sneeringly at the younger boy.

"Ouch! Would you please treating me a bit more gently?" Rikuo protested while stroking his slightly skinned elbow. It stung, damn it!

"Shut up! Your family must be crazy for pointing a guy as weak as you as the head!" one of the guys in the room shouted.

"See, that's what I thought," Rikuo slammed his palm on his forehead, sighing long in defeat. He knew it was about this matter.

"What the hell are you talking about, hah!" another one shouted at him hard, thinking he could actually scare Rikuo, but here was the thing.

"You've got the wrong guy," Rikuo said, deadpanned.

There was a brief pregnant silence in the room before "WHAT!" everyone shouted in shocked expression.

"What the hell, man! What do you mean we've got the wrong guy! You're NURA RIKUOU, right!" and the bomb question was asked again by the sunglasses man.

"No. My name is Nura Rikuo," Rikuo answered with a bored look. This was getting ridiculous.

"What the FUCK! Isn't that THE SAME!" everyone else yelled at Rikuo heatedly.

"Wrong. The Kanji is different. Riku-Ou and Riku-O are different! Can't you guys even read? We're different people!" Rikuo bickered back with more annoyance than anger.

Because it always happened… this kind of thing, he was mistaken for someone else.

And that someone else was probably was still in the main house, sleeping, or drinking, or even playing with his women. Rikuo was getting headache thinking about the source of all his problems.

Everyone else in the room started to talk and shout at each other after hearing Rikuo's exclamation, and the sunglasses seemed getting angry and annoyed at this. "SILENCE!" he shouted in irritation. "Fine then, you maybe not the 'Riku-Ou' that we're looking for, but you're still a 'Nura'. We can use you to-…,"

KABOOOM!

Before the sunglasses man even finished talking, the door of the rundown building suddenly exploded.

"Aaargh!" Everyone, except Rikuo who was already on the ground, got thrown away from the wind-blast caused by the explosion.

"Beautiful Sakura flowers are dancing in the early spring. Colorful opera shows are playing inside a fiery building."

Someone's cool baritone voice was heard singing a badly self-made poem between the sound of burning, coughing and whimpering inside the room.

Rikuo only narrowed his eyes in annoyance while covering his nose and mouth so as not to inhale the smoke as someone, a man with pale flawless skin, taller than him entered the room with fluid motion. The tip of his dark blue yukata below a white coat fluttered elegantly following his almost soundless steps. Silver blond on the top with a shade of dark grey on the bottom part of his long hair flowed as if it was alive and dancing together with his movement. Red glaring eyes pierced the room, observing, intimidating, before his gaze softened as it landed on the sulky dark chocolate one.

"Did you call me, my beloved little brother?" That man, the smirking annoying very gorgeous man in the name of Nura Rikuou asked Rikuo with a teasing smirk featuring his handsome face.

"Who are you calling a little brother?" Rikuo muttered lightly in a cute pout, still really annoyed that Rikuou actually entered the scene with a bang… literally. He wasn't really surprised though. That guy never thought of holding back on anything. Moreover, he was a narcissistic blockhead; it was getting frustrating to tell him not to be a jackass.

"Don't be such a grumpy. Well, you're cute when you pout though, so I won't protest. Even your pathetic condition looks cute, little brother," Rikuou said with a slight naughty grin which could still look completely regal even though it was full of mischief.

And the way Rikuou spoke and called him, even the way he looked at Rikuo pissed Rikuo off a little.

"Waka!" A scary faced big boy who was following Rikuo this morning in the name of Aotabo Kurata walked inside as well, followed by the same girl from this morning as well, whose name was Oikawa Tsurara.

"Oh My God! Waka!" Tsurara looked worried as she ran approaching Rikuo who was still sitting on the ground. "Are you okay?" she asked while helping him stand and cleaning the remnants of the dust and dirt from his school uniform after the explosion.

"Yeah, just a little peel on my elbow skin from getting shoved down," Rikuo held out his left elbow slowly as Rikuou turned his face at him with widened eyes.

Rikuou was suddenly in front of Rikuo, holding the shorter boy's injured elbow while inspecting the tender almost bleeding skin. "Who… who did this?" he asked slowly with unreadable look, touching the wound lightly.

Rikuo blinked a few times, rather confused by the sudden tender act, before pointing slightly at the sunglasses man who was crawling to the corner of the room with his healthy hand.

"Ah, so…. It was indeed a bad idea to use you as a bait to lure him out. I thought it would be dangerous… but I never expected that he would be gutsy enough to actually hurt you," Rikuou said calmly while putting Rikuo's arm down. He then turned to the sunglasses man slightly before icing his blood-red eyes at the older man. "How dare you touching my Rikuo with your filthy hands…!" he hissed dangerously like an angry snake now.

Everyone, except of course Rikuo, turned pale as Rikuou walked slowly in a very intimidating fashion to the guy who was visibly panicking at the super fearsome Sandaime of the infamous Nura Gumi (4) getting closer to him. Even a baby would know and feel that that guy's life was on the tip of a hill.

Yes, that was right, people. The slight difference we were talking about earlier… about Nura Rikuo being not exactly the ordinary next-door type of boy was… because Nura Rikuo belonged to the Nura Gumi, a very large yakuza family in charge of the black world in most areas in central Japan. Their turfs covered the entire Tohoku and spread to Kanto, Chubu, and a little bit in Kansai Region. Their main base was located in Chubu Region, especially in Tokai, that was in Ukiyo-e Town.

This was also the very reason of why Nura Rikuo (5) was born under the unlucky star. His half brother, Nura Rikuou (6), had the 'almost same' name as him. Their names were even pronounced the same or at least very similar. Moreover, that Rikuou had been just given a position as the third head of the Nura-Gumi, despite being still 15 year old teenager, same as Rikuo, but everyone could see the differences between the two very strikingly. They were indeed very different, both in appearance and expertise. Rikuou was better in anything than Rikuo; that was what Rikuo always thought since a long time ago. That was why; Rikuo always lived under the shadow of his half brother. He was too ordinary compared to Rikuou. As a result, Rikuo was often used as a Kagefusha (7), like just now.

"You must be looking for a very painful death for having balls enough to lay your hand on my family, you-bastard…!" Rikuou cracked his knuckles while glaring daggers down at the man who was now cowering and whimpering with trembling body like a little kid on the ground, seeing the imminent death before him.

"Ah… Rikuou, you can beat him or them up whatever you like, but please don't go as far as killing people," Rikuo spoke while looking at the almost passed out people scattered in the room because of the blast earlier. "Well, that settles the thing." He shrugged as the painful gruesome scream of the sunglasses man echoed throughout the building while the bastard was getting beaten up by Rikuou.

"Wakaaa~," Kurata and Tsurara were whining with really pale looks, not daring enough to see or witness—it was very useful when you'd be asked by any police officer later, turning a blind eye on this— whatever their leader was doing to the poor-poor delinquent right now.

Finishing the last blow of his attack, which produced a satisfying crunch on the enemy's head, Rikuou cleaned his bloodied bōken (8) with his victim's suit before he tossed it to Kurata who caught the weapon readily. "Trash," he cursed in satisfied huff before quickly turning to Rikuo again. "You okay?" he asked softly, looking almost guilty if Rikuo squinted hard enough. Rikuou's hand was on Rikuo's cheek, stroking the still soft bare skin gently.

Rikuo sighed long in defeat. His half brother was always naturally annoying, and even though Rikuo already came to term with his initial brotherly jealousy and the fact that indeed, Rikuou was above him, Rikuou was still frustratingly irritating with his cold, aloof and cruel nature. However, Rikuou also had a tender side. A tender side that miraculously only appeared when he was with Rikuo and very rarely when he was really happy. The guy was genuinely worried about Rikuo and he could really get angry for Rikuo as well.

Rikuou was totally infuriating… incredulously exasperating, but it was also a fact that he loved Rikuo dearly. And in front of his rare loving side, Rikuo was quite… begrudgingly captivated.

"I'm fine," Rikuo said with a small smile. "Thank you for rescuing me," he added while holding Rikuou's hand which was still on his cheek.

"Always for you, lil bro, always for you…," Rikuou said, closing his eyes while bumping his forehead lightly to Rikuo's.

"That's why…who are you calling a little brother?" A vein popped up on Rikuo's head. "I'm older than you! It's reversed!" he protested while bumping his head to Rikuo's harder.

"Ow! Isn't it okay?" protested Rikuo's back while nursing his bumped forehead. "I'm taller than you, stronger and look older as well. You were just born a few minutes earlier than me, doesn't mean I can't be elder brother. Don't be so detail on trivial things like that. I want to be the role model of elder brother!" and here it went again. Rikuou started to act like a brat, annoying the hell out of Rikuo.

"I must have gone nuts if I decided to make you my 'elder brother' role model. Do whatever you want, I don't care," Rikuo humped and walked out of the building, not looking back again after asking Kurata to tie all the perpetrators with ropes and drop them down in front of the police station.

"Ah, wait for me! Riku!" Rikuou ran after him while grinning naughtily again, after calling Rikuo's nick-name, reserved just for his half brother. "Come to main house again tonight, okay? We'll hold another party," he said while curving one of his arms on Rikuo's neck and shoulder while walking beside him.

"I have school tomorrow…," Rikuo wanted to decline, but seeing the slight dejected look on Rikuou's face, he groaned lightly and sighed again, "Fine," he said in surrender.

"Great!" Rikuou's face visibly brightened and hugged his shorter half brother tightly while leading him to come home to the main house, and not the house where Rikuo stayed with his mother, Nura Wakana.


0oo—Rikuou x Rikuo—oo0


"Welcome home, Sandaime, Waka!"

After Rikuou and Rikuo reached their destination, many people inside the yard of the main house of Nura Gumi lined up, creating such straight human hall from the tip of inside the main gate until the front of main front door of the old spacious Japanese styled house. They bent their body 90 degrees down, greeting both boys in unison, in spirit, and in total acknowledgement.

Rikuo sighed long slumping his shoulders, while Rikuou smirked inspiringly at his loyal subordinates as well as family. "I'm home, you-awesome bastards," he said aloofly with a wave of hand like the leader and head of a family he was.

"Sorry for interrupting you again, guys," Rikuo said more politely with a soft smile.

"Waka, are you going to join our party again today?" A blond young man, a few (probably five or six) years older than him, with golden blond hair and amber eyes in the code name 'Kubinashi' asked Rikuo with an excited smile. Rikuo didn't know his real name, but he was famous with his 'headless' killing technique, meaning he killed people by beheading them, or at least attacking the necks. That was why he was called Kubinashi (neckless). Not that Rikuo had ever witnessed such dreadful deed personally. He just heard the rumor in the house.

"Well, Sandaime Rikuou invited me personally today, so I couldn't refuse," Rikuo said, sweat dropping a little at the eager man in front of him. "Aah, and tomorrow I have school too… how do I escape before midnight?" he said while looking down, subtly trying to gain sympathy from the older man.

Well yes, Rikuo wasn't as strong as Rikuou in physical aspect, but he believed that he was cleverer. He had manipulation skills that his half brother didn't have.

"It's okay, Waka." Another one appeared from behind Rikuo and tapped his shoulder gently. It was also a young man, probably in his mid twenties, with sapphire blue eyes and dark bluish straight long hair wearing a straw hat.

"Kuro-nii!"

Rikuo recognized that man as 'Kurotabou', again, not sure if it was his real name or just code-name. Rumor said he was a monk once, but became an assassin later under the order of his elders or something. Well, it was just rumors. People in the house said he kept a lot of weapons inside and under his clothes, but he surprisingly always appeared neat, slender and handsomely clean.

"We'll help Waka turning in early later." Kurotabou smiled reassuringly at the younger boy.

"Really?" Rikuo's eyes sparkled slightly. "Thank you, Kuro-nii. You're always so nice," Rikuo hugged the older man happily. Yep, he was always close to this guy. The man was very kind and gentle to him since he was little when he visited the main house.

"Whoah, Waka!" Kurotabou seemed surprised with the sudden act of affection, but he smiled back a short time later while stroking Rikuo's smaller back gently.

"I'll help too," Kubinashi chuckled and stroked Rikuo's hair softly as well in fondness.

However, both Kurotabou and Kubinashi's back felt the sudden creepy chill as they realized that Rikuou, their respectable Sandaime, was probably narrowing his piercing crimson eyes at them from behind.

It was very clearly visible in the family that the Sandaime wasn't fond of people being too affectionate to his half brother. Define Affectionate? Well, even as far as giving Rikuo the wrong glance, they'd probably get killed in their sleep just a night later.

Jealousy? Probably, no one really knew, but the one thing they knew for sure was that this kind of thing… the PDA and all with Rikuo, was reserved only for Rikuou's pleasure and not for anyone else. Never stopped Rikuo from throwing his love to the world outside though, he wasn't going to get bound by Rikuou's possessive trait or his Yakuza family nature.

Truthfully, Rikuo didn't really want to have anything to do with the yakuza despite he was also the heir of Nura Gumi. He wasn't interested in the black world. It was too cruel for his mental. He preferred the quiet life he had with his mother in civilian house. Still, after Nura Rihan, the Second Head, as well as Rikuou and Rikuo's father's death a year ago, the Nura Gumi was quite restless, worried that there would be a crack in the family.

Rikuo was the oldest son, so he was suggested as the successor at first, but he firmly refused and gave his right to his half brother, Rikuou, whose appearance, personality and nature was more similar to their father and their grandfather (the First). Of course, Rikuou accepted it without objection. After all, he only knew the life of a Yakuza.

Rikuo only wanted to have a peaceful life with his civilian's friends, and he could because he looked just like ordinary civilian boy, unlike Rikuou whose appearance was unusual and strange in Japanese people's perspective. His too pale skin, his eye color and his hair were too different from normal people as well, so Rikuou didn't attend formal school. He was home-tutored by one of the head yakuza family alliances of the Nura-Gumi, named Gyuki Umewakamaru, the head of Gyuki Clan.

Anyway, Rikuo's quiet and (not really) peaceful life was quite interrupted after the uproar of the Nura-Gumi succession. His half brother began to visit him in his and his mother's house or invite him to the main house to have party more frequently. He didn't know why, but apparently, Rikuou tried to woo him to become his right hand man. Though, that was quite impossible. Rikuo had already made clear he didn't want to be any part of it. He had had enough being kidnapped and harassed because the rival families thought he was Rikuou.

How come those bastards always got it wrong, it was beyond Rikuo's head. It seemed all of them were morons or blinds who absolutely couldn't see even though the differences between him and Rikuou were like sky and earth.

"Riku," Rikuou called him from his spot with authoritative tone. Kurotabou and Kubinashi, who were paling and sweating profoundly, hurriedly raised their hands, not making contact anymore with Rikuo's skin in the fear for their life getting sucked out by Sandaime's glare.

Rikuo huffed slightly as he released Kurotabou and turned to his beautiful half brother.

"Let's get inside to warm up. It's still quite chilly here," Rikuou said while offering his hand and once again, Rikuo was captivated by those eyes that seemed penetrating inside his mind.

Rikuou looked like glowing under the moonlight in the dark of the evening. He was just so… breathtakingly beautiful, not like human at all, as if he was different entity entirely. Yet, half of the blood running inside his veins was the same as Rikuo.

Rikuou was Rikuo's half brother.

"Okay," Rikuo smiled gently again while accepting the offered hand slowly. And while being led inside the house, he couldn't help adding in his mind.

And this brother of mine… is a Yakuza Boss.

End of Prologue


Additional Notes:

1)Waka: literally meaning 'Young Boss', but can also be translated into 'Young Master', your choice.

2)Sandaime: literally meaning the 'third generation'.

3)Gakuran: A kind of boy's uniform, usually used in private high school in winter, autumn and early spring, and commonly paired with sailor uniform for the girl.

4)Gumi: literally meaning 'group', usually used to call a yakuza family.

5)Rikuo: in Kanji, it is written 'Riku' and 'O' from kanji Ōki, meaning 'Big'. This is the name I thought will be cute for Day Rikuo.

6)Rikuou: in Kanji, it is written 'Riku' and 'Ou' from kanji Ōsama, meaning 'King'. This is the name I thought will fit for Night Rikuou.

7)Kagefusha: literally meaning 'shadow', in context, it was a 'replacement' of the real thing, like a diversion, so the real thing won't be put in danger necessarily.

8)Bōken: a wooden sword, shaped and used like a katana, quite deadly if it is used on the head because it can cause blunt force trauma, common training weapon to fight in yakuza family aside the real thing (katana: long sword) and wakizashi (short sword) or simple dagger.

About the title and prolog: 'Oyabun' is the common way to say 'Boss' in gangster or yakuza group. I picked this title because of the content of this prolog only. The prolog was created to be a background story and a bit of characters introduction. Of course many more will appear later. It is still in planning after all.

Well, tell me if I should go for it and continue, or just to leave it like this as a one shot. I know I want to continue, but it will be a waste of idea and story if no one even read this fic right? So… whoever read this, please… just ask me to continue or tell me you want to read the story further. That will be fuel enough for me to actually move my ass and type more, okay?

Well then, I think it will be sufficient right now. See you again sometimes soon… well, depends.