Majima/Kiryu bromance ask from tumblr.
Renewal
Shaken and stirred. Stripped and scattered. A whole mess of loose blows and sloppy, half-hearted kicks flying every which way with nowhere to go.
Majima hated those kinds of fighters, the ones who didn't give a damn about the beauty of a true battle. They didn't understand the pain of a bruised lip or the high that came with a perfect punch.
Kiryu did. Sworn brother or not, he knew the fight with every inch of his being. It was in his breath, in the air around him—he lived and sang around the eternal struggle of the strong versus the weak. Fire burned through his veins in the same way as it did in Majima's. When they met again for the first time in ten years, it was almost like the dragon had woken from its hibernation, meeting the hannya for a taste-test of real life. It had forgotten what it was like out on the streets of their beloved Kamurocho.
He gave it to him. And when they matched blow-for-blow, it was like they were just a couple of young punks out on their own again, struggling to survive. It was like falling in love. That line between pain and pleasure, the confusion and jumble of emotions that made their fight so worthwhile fed their hunger for power. Demons never slept for long.
Kiryu was someone who could match his intensity. He outstripped it with his sheer power of will. They smiled and laughed through their arms, with every twist of their bodies. Their foreheads slammed together, mixing sweat and blood.
They cracked their forearms against each other and said, Brother, do you see? A friendship like this was like a single star shining through the faded light pollution of the sky. It promised loyalty and days of evergreen…
It said, I'll never forget this feeling.
I'll take a stand and believe forever.
A final connection of tight fists and faces glowed, bursting brighter than the sun.
