I OWN NOTHING
Everyone says I should make a proper Yakuza story due to how I implement elements of the game in fics of mine like Knocking Chance.
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"Another day and not a trace of her..."
Looking sourly at the streets of Vale through the window of a small apartment, Kiryu rested with his hands in his pants pockets and a cigarette on his lips. Taking a deep breath of cancerous smoke, he tried to kill a fire in his lungs and heart. Nothing other than an old boombox and a coffee table with beer cans and an ashtray decorated the place. A portrait hung on a wall of a suited man with a mustache.
"Kiryu..." he remembered the man tell him in the picture, standing tall over his younger, beaten form. His jet-black hair combed backwards, stern face, and groomed mustache made him look fatherly, but he was a man the then young Kiryu shouldn't have messed with, "What are you planning to do following this path? Why throw away the title of Huntsman?"
Closing his eyes, Kiryu turned to the portrait with half a smile, placed some incense in front of it and prayed. Once he was set and down on the streets, he returned to his original mission of finding Blake Belladonna until he heard a buzz. Arching a brow first, he reached into his pocket to pull out his scroll, revealing an unknown number. Tempted, he answered and heard a mirthful voice.
"Hello, you're Kazuma Kiryu, right?" asked a man with amusement.
"Who's this and how did you-"
Kiryu was interrupted swiftly, "See, I make the call for your benefit, be respectful." The mystery man mocked him, getting him to tighten the grip on his scroll slightly, "Listen, buddy, pal, you're looking for a girl. All of us do, but if you want any info on her, you'll need to pay attention."
"I'm ending this call." Kiryu said straightforward enough.
"W-" before the caller could continue, Kiryu did as told. Then, he waited until he got a call again, "What do you think you're doing!?" the caller asked angrily.
Kiryu knitted his eyebrows, done with the bullshit, "Cut out the act. Do you expect me to believe this isn't too one-sided in your favor?"
"Clever, very clever..." the caller admitted, "Fine, you want a show of good, honest will? I know someone's looking for your kitty friend."
"And I'll end this call if you don't get straight to the point." Kiryu started.
"Grr...fine, this guy's been looking for a girl, and he told me to look out for you." The caller decided to stop being nice, "In all fairness, I couldn't care less about either. All I want is my pay, so I'll cut you a deal. If you can get me this guy off my back, teach him some manners so he doesn't get in the way of my profit, you get to ask him any questions about this cat."
"You're a fine piece of work." Kiryu told him dryly.
The caller chortled in amusement, "Hey, I'm a realistic man of business, and I see a man fit for a job in you."
"And a way to kill two birds with one stone." Kiryu was sharp despite his punchy nature.
"Of course, I wouldn't mind if you two took each other out, but the main issue is the guy blocking some sweet connections for my business." The caller kept his mirth and dandy attitude as he continued, "So, what'll it be? Do you feel lucky enough to take this deal?"
"Don't worry, if you cross me you'll be quite unlucky." Kiryu replied.
"Nice comeback, a man after my own heart." The caller chuckled and puffed out a cloud of smoke by the sound of it, "Go to a bar called the Crow Bar at noon. Meet a small girl with a suitcase. She'll know you the moment you walk in and give you the information as well as set you into a role for this. Once it's all said and done, we can both be strangers once again."
"Looking forward to that last part." Kiryu hung up and looked at the time, "I guess I can find things to do before I have to meet that girl."
Knowing how busy Vale's streets were, he knew that time would fly just by walking around. By walking around near the main plaza, he could hear some people talking already. Mostly teenagers, all either students or civilians minding their business. Couples enjoyed their own company, too. However, he knew that behind all the glitter there was no gold. And soon he found some fools after easy riches.
"Hmm…" he halted when seeing a tiny girl staring deeply interested at a fish tank housing a large blue lobster. Said crustacean's jointed limbs were really intriguing to the tiny one, "I wonder…would I function better with claws?" she snapped her hands, mimicking the pincers.
'All by her lonesome? Don't parents know not to let their kids wander alone even if they're hunters?'
"Oi, check out that kid." He overheard some men talk while eyeing the girl he passed by.
"Hmm, those clothes do look a tad expensive, but she could be a huntress in training." Another warned his friend.
"Dumbass, that's why we gotta use our heads." The first said and walked to the kid. "Oh, you wanna buy a pet, kiddo? That one's going to cost you an arm and a leg."
"Really?" the tiny girl asked in surprise, "To think such prices would be considered... How advanced is this place? Or rather, how rare must this specimen be?"
"Eh, yeah, so, what say you we help you sweeten the deal to get it." The first said, "We know a place where lobsters are sold real cheap?"
"I'd appreciate-" the girl stopped, blinking several times in a mechanical fashion, "On second thought, it's forbidden for me to talk to strangers. I have a mission to accomplish."
"Hey, that's no way to treat some people wanting to help." The sleaze-ball told her.
"I apologize, but-"
"Don't do so." Kiryu said, strolling in, "Scumbags like these guys should be asking for forgiveness for trying to scam a kid."
"Huh, who are you, her old man?" one asked, growling at Kiryu.
"I don't need to know this girl to realize she doesn't need such an amateurish scam in her life." Kiryu told them firmly.
"Tsk, you're asking for a bruising, old fart!" they were done playing nice, "But if you apologize for such baseless accusations and leave all your cash, maybe we'll forgive you."
"If only punks like you put this much effort in an honest living, you wouldn't resolve to these petty crimes." Kiryu growled and readied himself.
"You asked for it!" the second thug snapped, pulling out a pair of combat knives which he held in inverse grips while his friend twirled a tonfa in his right arm. Cracking his knuckles, Kiryu ignored the crown of onlookers who didn't know whether to call for the authorities or just watch. Both came at him at the same time while the suited brawler kept his guard up, eyeing the two carefully to find openings, and he did.
Side-stepping the tonfa wielder, he got to his blind spot on his left, "Huh, where'd he-" his question was answered before it could be completed with a solid haymaker. Putting his weight behind the punch caused the then fully aware punk to crash on the ground and roll several times to an abrupt stop. Meanwhile, his friend put up his guard and carefully approached Kiryu, knives up and ready.
"Uyra!" the thug crowed, trying to slash Kiryu's side with one knife, only for the man to dash back. However, the crook didn't let him go easily and spun around, keeping his momentum and briefly giving Kiryu a view of his back for a second slash. To his shock, he hit only air, and when he finished his spin he found Kiryu had weaved under his strike, perfectly ducking with a fist ready.
Leaping forward and upward with a loud cry of, "Ora!" Kiryu delivered a brutal uppercut which caused the knife wielder to crash on his back against the floor.
"Bastard!" the tonfa guy snapped, twirling his weapon, then aiming it at the suited man. Kiryu took quick note of the hole at the end of it and rolled forward, dodging a fire Dust projectile which would have burnt his face. Thinking Kiryu an idiot for getting closer to him, the tonfa wielder aimed his weapon at the man for what he believed would be a pointblank shot. Instead, Kiryu used his rolling to end in the perfect position to launch himself towards the attacker, hopping like a frog with his body acting like a missile! Crushing his opponent's guts and relocating his stomach to his colon, Kiryu softened his fall with both hands to not land face-first on the ground as his opponent staggered back. Seizing his opportunity, he quickly got up and jumped, lifting his foot over his head to slam his heel on the punk's head!
A resounding smash left the punk unconscious, kissing the ground in a deep sleep, "W-what kinda monster are you!?" the other thug asked with a bloody nose, shaking in fear. Before he could run, Kiryu grabbed him by the collar and eyed the fish tank. Feeling his aura flare from the idea of what the two could have done to the girl after deliberately attacking him in broad daylight, he felt no sympathy for the man as he lifted him off the ground! Spinning the scammer around like he was a ragdoll, the brawler let out a roar before launching him into the tank, breaking the glass and leaving his head stuck in it while water poured out. Many onlookers either cheered or gaped at the show, and then winced when the crook's cries echoed before he fell backwards, the lobster angrily gripped his nose and tongue for breaking its house.
"Sorry about that, but don't worry about payment..." Kiryu told the owner, an elderly balding man with an apron, and stomped on the thug's stomach to pull the lobster off his face, "These two will happily pay for everything, unless, of course, you'd rather they go to the police directly."
"W-what...?" the tonfa wielder gasped, nursing a bleeding nose, "Y-you're letting us go...?"
"Who said I was?" Kiryu asked and cracked his knuckles, "I'm not done with you two yet, not after what you tried to pull. So, it's up to this man to choose whether you go to jail before or after I make you understand not to abuse children as many times as needed until it gets through your thick skulls!" he angrily exclaimed the last sentence, getting the two to shiver.
Moments later, the police had taken the men into custody while the girl bowed to Kiryu in gratitude, "I have a great amount of appreciation for you, sir." She stood up fully, and Kiryu got a good look at her. Orange hair done in a short, fluffy haircut with a large green bow on her head. Freckles adorned her face, giving her large green eyes a more innocent appearance. Her simple gray dress with green highlights, white sweater, and long black boots showed she wasn't like most trendy girls. And in her hands was the blue lobster.
"Oh..." he started, a brow arched, 'Is that...how kids talk nowadays? I thought they'd be more like that Yang girl.'
"Is there a problem? Would you like to hold Gustav?"
"Gus-who?" he asked, far more confused than before.
She held up the lobster, "My new pet. Please, shake its pincer to properly greet him." The lobster merely tilted its head to the side, as if curiously examining him with the same innocent unawareness that the girl holding it seemed to possess. Although, she did seem curious, but that way of talking and acting gave him too many questions.
"Um, I'll pass..." he was beyond lost, 'What kind of kid is this...? Oh well, she's safe. Now it's a matter of her family taking care of this.' Giving her a small smile, he tried to be polite, "Please take care on your way back home, not everyone can be a friend."
"Friend...?" she asked, blinking. "What...about you? You aided me."
"Uh, sure, but I don't even know you." He sighed inwardly, 'This could become a pain in the ass, but...' he looked at her face, 'Dammit, those innocent eyes will make some poor bastard very happy and very distraught in the future should she ever get married. What's the right thing to say?' pondering for a brief moment, he arrived at a decent enough answer, "I guess...a friend will be someone who wants to be with you just as much as you want to be with them." He chortled, "They can be wild, calm, give you good or bad advice, but you can count on them to consider you close in the toughest of times."
"I understand..." She said as if tasting what she was saying. "Thank you, sir. I look forward to making a friend for the first time."
"Good..." He said uneasily, 'She's...odd, but she seems like she could make a good friend in her future.'
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For his part, Majima was bored while Junior massaged his shoulders.
"Man, Kiryu-chan's still looking back at the past." He said in his own private booth, watching a picture of Blake, "Hot damn, though, Ghira's too fuckin' lucky nailin' a total babe like Kali and then gettin' such a cutie for a daughter… Kinda sad I miss that big lug, too." Leaning back, he let out a sigh, "Oi, Junior, any luck findin' her?"
"N-none, boss." He fretted, not stopping his massage out of fright, "After Roman took my boys, they have ceased contact with us, so it's been hard to-"
"Don't give excuses, give results, dumbass!" Majima growled and stood up, Junior curling into a ball out of instinct, "Ah, fuck this shit! If you want a job done well, do it your own damn self!"
"Eh!? Boss, what gives!? I thought you didn't care about-" Junior started, but Majima glared at him.
"Yer momma drop you a lot!?" the one-eyed man snarled, "If I find her first, Kiryu-chan's gonna have to fight me!"
"Ah…that…makes sense…" Junior replied awkwardly.
Jumping over the small table and the large array of food and drinks, Majima was about to run before turning to his subordinate, "Junior, watch over the place and make sure you find the punks who left us!" with a polite bow, Junior signaled he'd do as told. The leather clad man then turned to the Malachite twins, "You two, make sure he doesn't mess up!"
"Yes, sir." They said with a bow of their own. Done with his job, Majima walked through the streets of Vale, the darkness brought by the buildings shadowing the sun brought a smirk to his face. As he did so, he did ponder to himself where and how to find Blake. Partially genius and mostly batshit insane, he mulled over some possibilities with a logic all his own.
"Aw-right, girls with Ghira and Kali's genes is bound to like fish, so I gotta find the best sushi joint for cheap this side of Vale. And what place has better, fresher and cheaper fish than joints at the docks? Heh, brain, you surprise me." He could have gone with her love for books and looked around several of the best libraries, but he was so happy with his deduction that one would feel horrible by bursting his bubble. Like telling a kid they couldn't be an astronaut without reasons.
Hitching a ride to the docks, he thought on how to find the girl, but one of Junior's men had to be at the wheel, "Um, boss, so...why is this girl so important?"
Majima answered as if he talked about the weather, "Eh, she's old Ghira Belladonna's daughter."
"WHAT!?" the driver exclaimed, turning back and accidentally swerving in the highway, luckily no other car was around, and he quickly regained control.
"Watch it, nitwit!" Majima snarled.
"S-sorry, but...isn't that Ghira Belladonna, the same man known as the Wild Panther of Belladonna!?" the driver asked, sweat dripping down his face.
Majima smirked as if thinking of a fond memory, "Sure. Guy had pretty big balls before he met the woman who'd claim them. Oh, he ain't whipped, I'd also put on a leash for such a hot number..." he gained a lewd smile, but sighed deeply, "Too bad he had to join forces with some wannabe punks wanting to be revolution-people."
"Revolutionaries?" his driver guessed. Majima nodded, his mood souring as he leaned back.
"Yup, buncha nonsense if you ask me. He called the shots as a man should, but a family changes that. People said he had to retire, he did and tried to enjoy the sweet life at Menagerie..."
"You...sound like you were close, if you don't mind me saying." The driver tried to smile, and then felt Majima's shoe on his back with a hard impact.
"Keep drivin'! Yer not here to move that mouth of yours like a fish out of water!"
"Yes, sir!" the driver accelerated, afraid of irking his boss further. However, Majima gained a melancholic look. Staring into the distance, memories of old times long past haunted him. He could see a towering man, a Faunus who didn't dare fall back. A rush of dopamine hit the slim, shaven Majima as he gripped his dagger tightly in his hand. Both enemies had large cuts over their bodies, the two bled deeply, and yet the fight wasn't over, not by a long shot.
'Kiryu-chan and you are lucky, Ghira-chan. Leavin' this kinda lifestyle to enjoy the finer, smaller treasures... Ah, now you two got me all nostalgic and shit, I better bust some heads soon.' Once he arrived at the pier, Majima looked around for his target, "Alrighty, time to get lookin'. Findin' a cutie like Li'l Kitty Blake oughta be easy."
And he passed by Kiryu at the bar he was summoned to, completely unaware of the guy with Kiryu also being none the wiser of Majima's strolling. At the counter was a petite woman just like his caller said there'd be. Black hair done in pigtails, a gothic black dress, pale skin, and green eyes. She looked like an edgy teenager rather than a shady lead. But she had the suitcase the caller promised him.
Sitting beside her, Kiryu spoke, "Are you working for the guy on the phone?" the girl stood up and handed him the suitcase, winking. Kiryu arched a brow but slowly opened the suitcase, which revealed a set of iron knuckles designed to protect the fingers. Looking at the girl, he saw her standing at the entrance, waving for him to follow, "Tch...at least answer some questions."
She did not, and instead he followed her around the bar, into an alley, and deeper and deeper until arriving at a warehouse with the suitcase in his hand. Opening the door dramatically, the girl moved her arms in a stylish welcoming motion. Kiryu was alert at all times and tensed his body, his mind picking anything and everything in case he could be blindsided or ambushed. Boldly, he stepped in, and was finally greeted.
"Congratulations for joining us, Kazuma Kiryu." Said a lanky man with reddish orange hair with stylish bangs covering one eye, a bowler hat, a trendy double-breasted white jacket, expensive black pants, and quite the fancy shoes and gloves. Kiryu recognized him for his profile picture and dropped the suitcase as the man twirled his cane in one hand, "Now, that's not the way to accept a gift."
"Roman Torchwick, what does one of the worst thieves in Vale want with me?" Kiryu asked as he stepped forward.
"A deal, a fair one, too. Not something I usually do." Torchwick grinned and walked to the man, "Now, you want this girl, this Blake Belladonna. Cute and surely to mature into quite a woman, yes. However, I need a favor, for you to deal with this pest and get me some extra cash." His expression became more wicked as he stopped in front of Kiryu.
"And I'm to believe there's no knife aimed to my back?" the middle-aged brawler stood tall enough to be imposing, getting slightly on the thief's nerves.
"Ah, details, details. Bottom line: you need me to get to her, and I could use you for more income and to take away this obstacle." Torchwick offered a charming grin which Kiryu didn't buy. Frowning at Kiryu's ever present scowl not leaving, he explained, "Ever heard of fight clubs? Well, guess who loves to join in and do more than a little carnage? Apparently, he works for someone who was close to your missing kitten."
"Adam..." Kiryu growled, narrowing his eyes on Torchwick, "And I'm to believe you because..."
"I'm making a deal with the White Fang." Torchwick shrugged, surprising Kiryu, "I know, big deal. Big money and a lot of pressure from an annoying contractor. Put simply, I could really use a break, to have my own breathing room for my usual business. And if you take out this second head honcho, I will get more of the pie, and thus let you get closer to the one who your lost cat ran away from."
Kiryu narrowed his eyes, a stare which made lesser men tense, "Isn't that the perfect deal for you? I fail to see how I should agree to it when you've only been talking. Show, don't tell."
Torchwick tensed up, but ground his teeth and got out a response, "Fine, you're a stubborn costumer, but I gotta give the clients what they want." Snapping his fingers, the girl from before appeared beside him, a parasol in her hand which she twirled...to reveal another girl. Kiryu was surprised, "Neo's a capable girl, so when I said this is the real deal it's not a lie." The thief told him.
Neo wore an attire similar to his, but with brown pants, high-heeled boots, a long-tailed jacket, and no hat. Her hair and eyes were different colors, brown and pink. And she still remained much, much smaller than Kiryu. He could easily pick her up with one arm and figured that if not for her heels she'd be below his waist. And in her hands was a White Fang mask of a Nevermore which she handed Kiryu.
"I know this mask..." Kiryu said and held it up, "You've got my attention, but now I need to know your plan."
"Fair enough, but it's so simple you should have known it from the start." Torchwick pointed to the knuckles, "Do your best in the ring, champ."
"Wait, what?"
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And that's my rap!
Sorry if these chapters are shorter than my usual, but as I make this on the fly I am trying to think all possibilities and narrow a few down to not make this too convoluted. Kiryu and Majima will have their own little adventures, big odysseys and big fights. Still, the main star's Kiryu...but I also love Majima like any Yakuza fan and their mother do. Expect them to bump into each other.
Also, consider that this is happening while Blake's already in Beacon and Ruby has first met Weiss for chronological reasons. Meaning, yes, Kiryu and Majima will get on big adventures on their own while Team RWBY has their own. Sometimes they'll intertwine, but I'll try to keep things separated so it's not just the show with Kiryu and Majima thrown in like Sora, Donald and Goofy in some worlds of Kingdom Hearts.
Swordslinger out!