(x translation for Japanese term that might be confusing will be added in a bracket like this x)
"Ugh," Shouto rubbed the back of his hand unconsciously when he touched something slimy on the rock wall at the side of the alley he'd been exploring for the past half an hour. Shouto sighed and walked more into the dark and damp alley at the slum area near the city. Shouto could hear some voices from somewhere he couldn't recognize, maybe at the buildings around him, but he didn't really care. He opened a tiny crumbled paper he got before this, looking at the rough pen sketch on the paper. He trailed the lines and looked forward. It seemed like he needed to walk more.
"Shouto-kun, are you sure you want to go alone? I can accompany you," the green haired man's line who was giving him the paper kept on played on his head.
"He is not a fucking child anymore, let him be," the blond man beside the green haired man rolled his eyes. "Or are you a child, Waka?"
(x waka: shortens for wakagashira, basically means the captain in a yakuza family, the second in command, the tower of movement, right under the head or the patriarch of the family x)
Shouto looked at Katsuki with hostile look. "Compared to you, I'm mature enough, childish old man."
"WHAT!?" Katsuki was about to burst when Izuku held him back. "Stop it, Kacchan! You know he doesn't like it if you called him that sarcastically!"
Shouto sighed in frustration, he couldn't even get that conversation out his mind, what is he? A teenager? Shouto never really care about being a yakuza or whatever, but his damned father had a great deal with that, making him a 'perfect' heir on his own. Shouto is the wakagashira of Todoroki-kai, one of the biggest yakuza family in Japan. Wakagashira is the second in command in the family, the one who is the heartbeat of the whole family, and for Todoroki-kai, he is the one who will become the Kumicho, or the head of the family. Not something he proud of, but his dear mother was one of the reasons why Shouto finally decided to accept his fate despite being the youngest son of Todoroki-kai five years ago.
(x kumicho: the head of family | Todoroki-kai: basically it meant Todoroki Family x)
Shouto shook his head and walked ahead, tried to capture any single sound, maybe the person he's trying to find is nearby.
"He is nomads, Shouto-kun, it won't be easy to find him," Izuku took something out from inside his dark green kimono and pulled it out. Kimonos are the proud wear of Toshinori-kai, they kept on wearing kimonos and yukatas everywhere. It's already in their blood, easier to spot a Toshinori-kai's member from their clothes. An old notes Shouto recognized was out, Izuku opened the notes straight to the middle, pull out a photo and gave it to Shouto. Shouto took the photo without any hesitation. What he saw was a photograph of a young man, maybe his age. His skin was unusually pale with his jawline clear on the sight. His hair was long and wavy with greyish blue color. He had a cut on his lips and a beauty mark under his mouth. His eyes were red and dark, deep like a red moon, looked like they're hiding something. Shouto blinked at the sight.
"So he is the one who might be had a lead on the rat in our area," Shouto looked at the photo. "What's the deal with this guy?"
Izuku scratched his freckled cheek, tried to find the right word to say it. "Um.. he was a prostitute in one of Toshinori-kai's area."
(x Toshinori-kai: Toshinori Family x)
Shouto frowned. "A man prostitute in Toshinori-kai's area? I thought Yon-daime hated mizushobai. Well, I'm not one to say though, Todoroki-kai is not clear about that too."
(x yon-daime: the fourth, in this term, yon-daime is the boss of the bosses, the big boss of the clan | mizushobai: a business with high risk of failure, often used in reference to bars, nightclubs, prostitutions x)
"Well, we do have a couple of mizushobai too, sometimes things couldn't change easily," Izuku closed his note book and put it in his kimono. "Well, it's something that my admirable shateigashira found, it's not some shady information." Izuku smiled at Shouto. Shouto rolled his eyes.
(x shateigashira: lieutenant for the family x)
"Well, Katsuki-san indeed is good at things he does," Todoroki shrugged while looking at the photo. "Is he tied up to the Toshinori-kai?"
"If he did, we will give him to you straight at the moment you ask."
Shouto's head was full of the things happened a couple days ago when he got the picture of this man who possibly had the lead for the problem Todoroki-kai was going through. The information of their kigyoshatei and yamikin are leaking out to the police. It's really annoying when money is something that's really important to run the family. If they're talking about the strength or cleverness, of course there are many other families who are strong or intelligent, but money? Not all of the family could play with money as much as the Todoroki-kai. In Maito Clan, the clan which dominated the whole Tokyo and areas surrounded it, Todoroki-kai was the biggest money maker of them all. It was all their glory and pride. His father, Enji Todoroki, was insisted to find for the marubo inside the family, while Shouto strongly believe that they should find the leads from the latest case than trying to roam around blindly.
(x kigyoshatei: a front company for yakuza so they have access for privileges of running a legitimate company while they're doing something illegal inside | yamikin: illegal loan shark | marubo: police who investigate yakuza x)
Shouto decided to find the guy alone, since he wanted to fix this issue by himself, and then shoved it to his father face, proving that he was right and his father was wrong.
Ring.
Shouto frowned when he heard his phone ring. People didn't really contact him, so it might be something serious.
Yaoyorozu
Waka, you're out at the slum area ALONE!? WHY!? I'll go there in a second!
Shouto sighed when he saw the messages. It must be Izuku. He was quite a worrywart since Shouto little. Shouto turned his phone off, and then the black screen reflected a medium black hair, the wig he used for disguise. His half red and white hair was recognizable, using wigs for undercover was almost like a habit for him. He used make up to cover a burn mark on the red side of his head, something that he got from years ago, when he was little. Shouto didn't really have issue with that again for now, but when he was in high school live was like hell. Izuku, the green haired wakagashira of Toshinori-kai helped him a lot, Shouto will be forever indebted to him. Even though he was sickly, but he is super strong, Shouto respected him a lot. One of the reasons why Shouto accepted to be the heir of Todoroki-kai was also thanks to him for opening Shouto's eyes for so many things he never saw before. His mother who loved him, his siblings who dearly to him, his weakling father, his subordinates, his status and his life.
Shouto walked forward, hoping Yaoyorozu wasn't near. Shouto didn't hate her, she was one of Shouto's trusted subordinate, but she was just… too risky. She valued Shouto's life more than anything in this world, and she could be a little bit blind if she saw Shouto was in danger. Shouto didn't want Yaoyorozu to intervene so he moved faster. He walked past through a couple of opened doors, what he could smell was something dirty and alcohol. Shouto clicked his tongue and walked again.
Bang!
A gunshot was heard from ahead. Shouto moved fast to the sound maker, it was almost reflectively. He saw a closed door, locked. It looked like a manual old lock, so Shouto gritted his teeth and kicked the aluminum door with his left foot and it burst open. Shouto frowned when his nose encounter something fishy on the air. He looked around, the room was really dark, looked like an unused office with so many papers, racks, chairs and desks inside. It was messy like someone barged in and destroyed half of it before.
"Um, handsome onii-san over there," a raspy husky voice from the corner of darkness called to him. Shouto looked at dark side, a pair of red cat eyes looking at him, somehow Shouto could see they shone by themselves in the dark.
"Can you help untie me please?" the guy who was calling to him grinned. His wrists were tied up to a metal log on the stair, making him half hanging on the floor, an uncomfortable position Shouto would say. His greyish blue hair was messy, not to mention he didn't use any piece of clothing on him. A man lied on the floor in front of him with his dick out and gun in his mouth, with pool of blood on his head. Clearly he was the one who shot himself in the mouth. Shouto didn't even flinch, he walked to the man without hesitation. The fishy smell became more and more obvious on the way he walked to the man. The metal smell of blood reeks, but the smell of cum was no better. What a great place.
Shouto rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. The man who was hanging in front of him was certainly not someone ordinary. His body was really skinny, the amount of scars of his body was not something Shouto could count. Even though the room was dim, some scars were clear to see. His face was really pale and the bags under his eyes were so clear. Shouto walked towards the guy.
"I assume you're Shigaraki Tomura," Shouto kicked the body of old man on the floor to make it move away so he could face the naked guy who was still half hanging at the stair's metal log. Tomura looked at the weird man in front of him. Even though the slum area was the 'abandoned' area and death wasn't something new, death but gun was not something normal. Guns in yakuza's area are really rare, not to mention someone shot themselves to death by a gun. This guy's normal reaction was certainly weird.
"Hm, did I do something wrong? I thought I cut off all my relations with yakuza," Tomura tilted his head. "But for you, handsome onii-san, I don't mind getting a hard play."
"Cutting off your relation with yakuza but played with hoodlums, what a nice move," Shouto looked at the old man's face. "This guy is no ordinary."
"Takashi-jii just wants to be free from the pressure," Tomura shrugged. "I helped him, that's all."
"What a sick hobby," Shouto wore his black leather gloves and squatted in front of the old man's head, took the gun from his hand and check the load. All empty. "Russian roulette?"
Tomura grinned. "It's his kink, using a real bullet."
"And he died, huh," Shouto put the gun on the floor. "Yaoyorozu come out, I know you there," Shouto stood up.
"You ask for me?" in split of second a shadow appeared from darkness, a girl using ninja clothes with tied up hair walked from the dark.
"Whoa, ninja!" Tomura squealed.
"Take care of the body, and all," Shouto walked towards Tomura and opened the tied up wrists above his head. "Check where the gun came from."
"I'll arrange it with the other… What will you do with that thing?" Yaoyorozu showed her hostility openly. Tomura looked away while rubbing his wrists.
"I need to talk with him. It's a shadow move, kay?" Shouto looked to Yaoyorozu. Yaoyorozu nodded. "I understand."
"Um, handsome onii-san, thank you very much for helping me, so, good bye," Tomura was about to go butt naked when Shouto suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Who said you can just go away?"
"Ugh.. I thought so…"
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Tomura looked around. What a fancy restaurant. It's been a long time since the last time he went to a good place in the middle of the city. He looked at plate which reflected his unruly light blue hair and his pale skin. What a nice plate. The plate alone will cost so much.
"Sorry for the wait," Shouto walked in, still with his wigs and make up disguise, but with different clothes.
"Whoa, in better light you look much more handsome, onii-san. You sure you don't want a round? I don't have any disease, I promise."
"I'm impotent," Shouto spat out anything he had and sat down, but the sentence made Tomura's jaw dropped really low, the first decent expression Shouto saw from this man since the first time they met a few hours ago.
"NO WAY!" Tomura even shouted. "I can't believe it, a handsome onii-san like you to be limp all the time-" he grabbed his hair in frustration.
"It's just like that, I gave up about it a long time ago," Shouto secretly having fun looking at his reaction and kept playing. "I can give you everything except sex."
"Well, that's too bad since it's all I need," Tomura rested his elbow on the table with his chin on his palm. Shouto could see clearly now that Tomura certainly had this alluring aura around him, certainly not something that everyone had. Even though he just using an oversized purple sweater and black jeans, he still looked sexy, it's kinda funny. The bruised from the sex he had before was still clear on his neck, shoulder and wrists.
Tomura's sharp cat eyes looked forward, straightly into Shouto's. "I know you want something from me."
"Glad you're smart enough to catch," Shouto leaned on the chair.
"Then you must be smart enough to understand that money won't affect me at all." Tomura crossed arms on the table and leaned forward. "I've been selling myself for years, dying is not a scary path for me, handsome yakuza onii-san."
"I can give you anyone you want."
"Then give me your dick."
"Well, it's kinda hard to do that."
Tomura clicked his tongue. "Just one night, for god's sake!" he rolled his eyes.
"Why are you insisting to sleep with me?" Shouto looked bored. "It won't be fun, I'm not a professional. And I'm not kidding earlier, most people don't attract me that much, I never really got it up for anyone."
"Most people, right?" Tomura smirked. "So it did get up."
"Well, certainly won't be for you."
Tomura clicked his tongue once again. "Ugh, what do you mean by that!?"
"It meant I just won't do it with someone I don't like."
Tomura raised his eyebrows and laughed, loudly. "Is that seriously coming out from yakuza's mouth!?"
"I passed my stupid teenager's life long ago, that's all."
"What? You look young, how old are you?" Tomura asked.
"I'm twenty three," Shouto answered without thinking.
"WHAT!? I'm twenty eight, you're the one who should call me onii-san!" Tomura pointed at Shouto with surprised face. Shouto didn't really expect it so he was surprised as well, but it didn't show on his face.
"It's not really important, what about our deal?" Shouto asked. Tomura sat on his chair with one bump and leaned back.
"I don't know, I lost interest," Tomura looked at the window. Shouto sighed.
"Do you know about marubo who might be roaming around?" Shouto asked.
"I might or might not know something," Tomura still looked away. Shouto sighed once again.
"I already said I won't get hard-"
"Just let me do whatever I want then," Tomura leaned forward. "I'll decide later what to do with that limp dick of yours."
Shouto sighed again, he lost count since he had been sighing since he met this weird guy.
"I don't even care anymore.. just give me the information I want after."