A/N: This will be a one-shot series detailing crucial points in the lives of our favorite characters :)
This particular piece was something I wrote up during my playthrough of Yakuza 4. Now, after completing Yakuza 5, I feel this does more justice to the series than I previously imagined.
Wish Upon a Star
When you wish upon a star, sometimes your dreams come true. Life is like a fairy tale, really. You can see it if you look hard enough. The burgundy princess sleeps on her cassock of goose feathers, waiting for her prince to knock on that tower door…
Except that tower isn't actually a tower—it's a ruddy dilapidated building in the shady back alley of an unofficial Tokyo red-light district. And that princess? No, it's really a man who likes dressing like he's ready for Saturday night fever, his 'prince' being his secretary, Hana-chan. Instead of a sword and shield, she arms herself with a kalbi bento and a pair of chopsticks. She's the savior of his client record—and of his money in most cases. The fact that he could care less doesn't matter.
He naps with month-old magazines draped across his face, remembering the smell of the gutter outside Millennium Tower. It's like an age-old habit he can never get rid of, using those slimy ad-loaded pages as protection…protection from the cold, the wind, the looks of disgust he used to receive from people he used to emulate exactly less than a handful of years ago. Those faded age-old days of wonder.
He doesn't know where they are now. All he tells himself is that he isn't that person anymore. He has his life together again; he has Hana, the only one who has been faithful to him through thick and thin.
He has the legacy of his "chance."
On that night when the circle of heaven towered in the sky, a single streak of starlight crossed path with his empty gaze. The single flash of a coin in a dirty palm, spinning endlessly… The shimmering white blinded him. He waited for the sun and the moon in a time when glasses were full for all but him. He said, let me rise from the abyss, let me be one with that ethereal sigh.
And the gods listened.
Susanoo-sama dipped a finger through that full, yellow pond in the blackest of days, and the sky shuddered. Stars rained down on the broken city that night, falling at the beggar's feet like heavy dreams.
He felt like a million dollars.
More like a million yen, to be precise.
A/N: What canon didn't say was that Akiyama was the one who caused the explosion~ Please leave a review or a suggestion of what you would like to see next!