AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hello! I am horrified of posting this story, I have to admit. My husband has gotten me absolutely obsessed with the Yakuza series lately, and I just couldn't help but write this story. I have a couple future chapters planned. I know it's weird, please don't hate me, haha. Despite my worry, I had a lot of fun writing this.
"Oh hell no!" Majima growled, hurrying to push himself up and onto his feet. Cold metal stabbed into his gut as he threw himself in front of Kiryu. It felt like he'd simply been punched very hard for a moment, but decades of fighting had taught him better than that. He looked down at his stomach, grimacing a bit as his subordinate's dagger protruded from his body. Soon, an electric pain followed as he felt his blood run warmly down his stomach.
"Boss! Why?" the other man asked, shock plain on his face.
Every breath and word hurt, but still, Majima spoke. "K-Kiryu-chan… he belongs to me! You jackass!" he growled, anger boiling up as he reared his fist back, slamming it harshly into the cheek of his subordinate and sending him flying to the ground. Majima looked down at him, stumbling from foot to foot as he struggled to speak. "I'm the only one allowed to kill him!" he cried out, legs turning to jelly as he collapsed to the ground.
Back pressed into the cold ground of the batting cages, the world began to go dark. As he faded, he could hear a concerned, "Majima!" from what sounded like Kiryu, followed by his men calling for an ambulance.
Time stood still for him then. He knew he wasn't going to die - he had been through worse. Far worse. Maybe he shouldn't have taken that kid - it might have saved him this trouble.
At least Kiryu was okay, he thought, as he slipped into unconsciousness.
"I'm tellin' ya, I'm not staying here any longer," Majima said, brushing off a nurse that was trying to escort him back inside the hospital. "A day's enough," he insisted.
"Sir, you shouldn't even be out of bed right now," she protested.
"I've had worse, I'll be fine," he argued. That was the absolute truth, too. For the briefest moment, he allowed his mind to wander back to his time in the hole. He shut that door quickly, not wanting to look inside.
Before the woman could say anything else, a voice came from the courtyard. "Majima-san," a familiar voice called out.
"Kiryu-chan," Majima said in surprise. He grinned from ear to ear, teasing, "were ya worried about little ole me?"
Kiryu approached them, saying seriously, "I was raised to show gratitude when someone saves your life."
Majima laughed a bit, stomach hurting when he did so. "Fat chance I'm gonna let someone else take ya out, Kiryu-chan," he said, walking down the hospital stairs toward the courtyard. "We could finish that brawl we were havin' before we were interrupted," he suggested, grinning through the pain, "what d'ya say?"
"I am not going to fight you when you're in this condition, Majima-san," Kiryu said firmly, much to the nurse's relief.
Majima rolled his eye, drawling, "it's not like I've never been stabbed before."
"That doesn't surprise me," Kiryu said honestly. He looked at the nurse, explaining, "you're not going to get him to go back inside. How about I take him off your hands? I'll make sure he gets home."
She frowned, looking down at Majima's wounds before conceding. "Fine," she said, "but make sure the dressing is changed frequently."
"Oi, I've got it," Majima promised, "keep it clean, don't let my insides fall out. Understood." The woman gave him one more worried look over, before sighing and retreating back into the hospital. Majima grinned at Kiryu, wrapping an arm around the other man and exclaiming, "good job gettin' her off my back, Kiryu-chan!
"Don't thank me yet, first we have to get you home," Kiryu explained.
"Aw c'mon, you didn't really mean it did you?" Majima almost whined. "We could go out on the town, get a drink, maybe hit up this little cabaret that I know about, we don't have to fight," he tried. He didn't want to go home.
"Niisan," Kiryu said, giving him a deadly serious look, "if you let me take you home, I will fight you whenever, however you want once you're healed." Majima stared at him in shock for a moment, before Kiryu followed with, "do we have a deal?"
"Fine," Majima conceded, "but I don't wanna hear any whining about it when I come knockin', alright, Kiryu-chan?"
Kiryu smirked just a bit, "I think I can handle that." He looked from side to side, before asking, "which way to your place?"
Majima sighed, considering his options. He didn't want to go home, but Kiryu seemed intent on getting him there. "This way," he resigned, leading the younger man toward his apartment. He was secretly glad that he didn't live too far away from the hospital. He would never admit it, but his wound was starting to hurt.
Around ten minutes later, he found himself standing outside of his apartment complex. The truth was, he only ever came here to sleep.
Being alone with his thoughts was not something that the Mad Dog of Shimano particularly enjoyed.
Majima let out another truly put upon sigh, letting his annoyance be known. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his keys and opening the door. "Ladies first," he announced, holding the door open for Kiryu.
Much to Majima's disappointment, Kiryu ignored his jab, opting instead to go inside without a word. He followed in after him, closing the door and standing there awkwardly. He threw his arms out to his sides, gesturing around him as he proclaimed, "well, ya did it, Kiryu-chan. Ya got me home."
Kiryu walked to the center of the living room, taking a seat on the black couch that sat in front of a coffee table and a flat screen television that never got used.
"What're ya doin'?" Majima asked.
"I'm sitting down," Kiryu answered matter of factly.
Majima rolled his eye, "I can see that ya numbnuts. Why though? Ya got me here, like ya said. Who says ya gotta stay?"
"If I go, you'll just leave once I'm gone," Kiryu said, raising an eyebrow.
Majima huffed, crossing his arms. He didn't want to admit he was right. "So what, yer gonna babysit me?" He asked incredulously.
"I'll stay until I'm sure you get some rest," Kiryu said simply.
Majima was feeling his patience fade. He only had so much of the stuff, even for Kiryu.. "This is ridiculous, I'm not stayin' here all day. I've got business to do, Kiryu-chan," he tried.
"That business will have to wait, unless it's a direct order for the Tojo?" Kiryu asked.
Silence.
"I didn't think so," Kiryu said.
Majima marched over to him, standing between him and the coffee table. He clenched his fists, asking the younger man, "and just where do ya get off telling' me what to do?"
Kiryu looked up at him, stating calmly, "niisan, I'm just worried about your health."
"Well, there's only one way yer keepin' me here, Kiryu-chan," he said, grin spreading across his face.
Kiryu stood up, looking him in the eye as he said firmly, "I'm not going to fight you."
Majima frowned, moving in closer until he was almost nose to nose with him, taunting, "I'm a grown man. What're ya gonna do? Spank me?"
Kiryu went silent for a long moment, before he asked, "would that keep you from leaving?"
Majima laughed loudly at that, throwing his head back. "Sure thing, Kiryu-chan. If ya spank me, I'll behave myself and stay in bed," he joked. If he wasn't going to fight him, he would do everything in his power to make him as uncomfortable as possible.
Before he could get another chuckle out, though, he gasped as his feet were swept from underneath him. The coffee table skidded a few feet away, almost hitting the television. He was going down fast, but before he could face plant, Kiryu caught him. It was dizzying how fast he was now finding himself face down over one of Kiryu's thighs, the other leg quickly pinning both of Majima's legs down. When did Kiryu get so fast? Or was it because Majima was injured?
"W-What the fuck Kiryu-Chan!" Majima cried out, "did ya really think I was serious?!"
"You are the one person I've never been able to read," Kiryu said, bringing his hand back and landing it firmly over the seat of Majima's pants.
Majima gasped in surprise, jolting forward a bit. For once in a very long time, he was speechless. He could easily get up if he wanted to, even with his legs pinned. After ten years in prison, Kiryu was no match for him, and they both knew that. Why then, wasn't he getting up?
He grunted as another smack fell on to his backside, wracking his stunned mind for words. "Ya… ya can't be serious," he stuttered.
"Have you ever known me to be anything but serious?" Kiryu asked.
Majima grit his teeth. He supposed he was right. He searched his mind for something, anything to say. Finally he settled on, "y'know I could kick yer ass even with my legs pinned, don't ya?"
"I don't doubt that," Kiryu said, pausing his swings for a moment. Silence ensued, and Majima realized that Kiryu was giving him the opportunity to kick his ass like he'd said. Part of him wanted to get up - to put Kiryu in his place for even considering this. The other part of him, though? Well, it was just happy for the attention. He would never admit it to anyone, and he could barely admit it to himself, but he'd been trying to get Kiryu's attention for a while, now.
This wasn't exactly the kind of attention he'd expected. Still, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Majima growled under his breath, "just because I'm choosin' to not get up doesn't mean I won't kick yer ass later…"
"I don't doubt that either," Kiryu said, voice sure. Soon enough a hard smack landed over Majima's backside, causing him to flinch just a bit. Before another could land, though, Kiryu asked, "is your stomach alright?"
The truth was, it was still sore… but luckily, his upper half was resting relatively comfortably on the couch. "It's fine," Majima answered honestly.
With that, the real spanking began. Before he knew it multiple spanks were falling on to his backside, over and over. He grit his teeth and held still, trying not to make a sound.
"There were several things I wanted to talk to you about after you got some rest," Kiryu said as he spanked over the seat of his pants. "But I guess now is as good a time as any to talk."
"Y'sure this is the ideal time to be having' a discussion?!" Majima asked, letting out a small gasp.
Kiryu ignored that question, asking point blank, "what made you think taking Haruka was a good idea?"
"It seemed the best way to get ya to fight me!" Majima answered honestly.
Kiryu frowned, moving the blows lower, focusing on the sensitive undercurve of his backside. "Are you seriously telling me you made a nine year old girl fear for her life just to get my attention?"
"I was never gonna hurt her, I'm a-ah! I'm not a monster, Kiryu-chan!" Majima exclaimed, still doing his best to hold still.
An extra hard smack landed on to his right thigh, eliciting a small gasp from him. "She had no way of knowing that, imagine how scared she was," Kiryu scolded.
"I'm scared," Majima remembered suddenly, painful memories rushing back into his mind. He could hear Makoto in his head, feel her clutching desperately to his leg as she repeated, "so scared…"
He hung his head. He'd been no better than those men that he'd protected Makoto from, when he was younger. What had he been thinking, putting a little girl through that? So much for not being a monster.
"I…" he started, choosing his words carefully, "I hadn't thought that far ahead."
"I can see that," Kiryu said simply, reaching underneath Majima and beginning to unbutton his pants. Majima's eye went wide as he asked, "what ya doin' there, Kiryu-chan?"
"Making sure you feel this," Kiryu answered, "you're strong, Majima-san. Too strong to receive this any other way. Do you disagree?"
Majima grit his teeth, wanting to argue. He supposed he had a point, he was probably too strong for him to do this over his pants. Did he want to allow that, though? Having a guy pull his pants down and roast his backside didn't exactly sound like his ideal Thursday afternoon.
This wasn't just any guy, though.
"Fine," Majima conceded through his teeth. His body was rigid as Kiryu finished unbuttoning his pants. He almost tried to get up when he not only pulled his pants down to mid-thigh, but his boxers as well. Before he could protest though, a sharp pain ran through him as Kiryu's hand connected with his bare backside.
Fuck, the tattoos that ran down his back and all the way down to his thighs did absolutely nothing to protect him, here, not that he'd expected them to. He let out a surprised yelp before screwing his mouth shut.
Kiryu landed a quick volley of spanks, leaving little room for Majima to catch his breath between each one. He found himself holding his breath instead, gasping for air after around forty five seconds.
"Look, Kiryu-chan, I'm sorry," he said honestly, biting the inside of his cheeks to keep from crying out. "I didn't mean to scare the girl, I'll even apologize to her if ya want!"
"That's a start," Kiryu said, moving the blows down a bit to the sensitive undercurve of his backside.
Majima bit the inside of his cheeks harder before asking, "just a start…?"
"We have a lot to talk about, niisan," Kiryu said, voice even more serious than it usually was.
Majima frowned at that. "We do? A-Ah!" he cried out as one of the spanks landed on his right thigh.
"I want to know why you're so intent on constantly fighting me," Kiryu demanded, albeit gently.
Majima rolled his eye. "Really? I told ya, no one gets my blood pumpin' like you, Kiryu-chan," he said honestly, "and yer rusty, ya need someone on ya all the time, gotta make you stronger."
"Why are you so obsessed with making me stronger?" Kiryu asked.
"So I can have a real, proper fight with you, of course," Majima said, voice dripping with annoyance.
Kiryu shook his head, landing his hand with a loud crack. Majima did his best to hold still and stay quiet, squinting his eye shut. "You're not telling me the whole truth, you're holding something back," Kiryu said sternly.
"Why does that even matter?!" Majima asked, gasping as another barrage of spanks landed over his backside, even harder this time.
"It matters because you're putting yourself in harm's way just to do so," Kiryu scolded, "you wouldn't be wounded right now if you hadn't been so obsessed with making me stronger. So tell me, right now, why you're so worried about making me stronger."
Majima frowned deeply at this, shaking his head defiantly. He wasn't sure that he wanted to open that can of worms.
"So be it," Kiryu said simply, focusing the hardest blows yet on his undercurves. Majima swallowed the whines trying to escape his throat, hips beginning to buck at the pain. Once the blows were moved lower to his thighs, Majima's silence broke. He yelped loudly, trying to kick his legs, but they were firmly held in place. Kiryu kept his focus there, saying firmly, "you'd better get talking, Majima-san."
"I OWE it to ya, okay?!" Majima finally spat out, almost yelling his answer.
The spanking finally ceased, at least for a moment. Majima gasped for air, trying to catch his breath. "What do you mean? Why would you owe me anything?" Kiryu pressed.
Majima shook his head again, not wanting to answer. Kiryu met his silence with a hard smack to the center of his backside, warning him, "niisan."
"Fine! God damn it, fine!" Majima growled. He held his breath for a moment, before asking quietly, voice small, "do ya remember Makoto Makimura…?"
Kiryu halted the smacks, resting his hand on Majima's back. "How could I forget Tachibana's sister," Kiryu affirmed.
"Well, ya… ya saved her," Majima said slowly.
There was a very long pause, followed by a confused, "I suppose I did. But… what does that have to do with you?"
"Ya idiot," Majima groaned, "do ya seriously not remember that I was part of that whole thing?"
Kiryu thought for a moment, before he said slowly, "I remember being told you were hired to kill her, but that you seemed to show no interest in doing so."
"I guess that's about right but… but there's more to it," Majima said quietly.
"Alright," Kiryu said, pressing further, "then tell me."
"I… I was…" Majima started, before clamming up and shaking his head. It was painful to admit.
Majima expected another sharp smack, but instead a gentle hand rubbed his back. "You can tell me, niisan. You can count on me, I've got your back."
Majima felt something in his chest tighten up, trying desperately to swallow the knot in his throat. His face went hot as he admitted slowly, "Kiryu-chan… I was, I was in love with her."
"You were… in love?" Kiryu asked, quietly.
Majima buried his face into the couch, muffling, "yeah, is that so strange? I'm fuckin' human after all."
"I'm not saying you're not human, Majima-san," Kiryu promised, "I just didn't expect it. I appreciate you telling me."
"Not like ya gave me much of a choice here," Majima drawled.
Kiryu shook his head, explaining, "we both know you could get up whenever you want. I am painfully aware that you are much stronger than me."
Majima growled, "y'don't have to bring it up."
"Sorry," Kiryu apologized, seeming to understand his point. He didn't need to be reminded that he was willingly submitting to this. It was hard enough. "So… you're grateful that I saved Makoto, and so you want to make me stronger…?"
"It sounds stupid when ya say it like that," Majima grumbled, burying his face into his hands.
Kiryu shook his head, "it's not stupid." After a long pause he asked, "have you seen her? Since?"
Majima took a deep breath and sighed, shaking his head as well. "No, I… I've not seen her, I…" he hung his head, "I never even said goodbye."
Silence played out between them, and Majima's shoulders tensed. He was beginning to regret saying anything.
"Why not?" Kiryu finally asked.
Majima bit his lip for a moment, saying quietly, "she deserved better. She deserved to move on from all the awful shit that happened to her. She'd been through enough without my ugly mug in the picture, Kiryu-chan." He shifted a bit on Kiryu's thigh, trying to get more comfortable as he mumbled, "I probably just held bad memories for her anyway."
"So I'm assuming you never told her how you feel, either?" Kiryu asked.
Majima rolled his eye, "d'ya really think I would do that to her? She deserved better than a disgraced yakuza that would inevitably throw her in danger's way, yeah?"
"I'm sure she would have wanted to know, how often was the world hidden from her?" Kiryu asked.
Majima shook his head, "I made my choice."
"Fair enough," Kiryu agreed, "that's your choice." He reached out and grabbed Majima's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "I only did what any decent person would have done. You don't have to repay me for helping her."
Majima growled, "that's for me to decide, ya butt. And yer wrong, y'know - not just anyone would have helped her like that. Yer too good for yer own good, Kiryu-chan. Ya kept her safe, while I was off trying to get revenge. I'll always owe ya for that, whether ya like it or not."
Kiryu sighed, "I suppose that's your choice, too."
"Yer goddamn right it is," Majima said, with conviction in his voice. He wasn't changing his mind on this. He owed Kiryu.
Kiryu squeezed his shoulder once more, before saying, "after this, you need to get some sleep."
Majima quickly shook his head, refusing. "I don't want to sleep," he argued.
Kiryu sighed, pulling his hand back and landing it firmly. After quite a long time talking, that most definitely hurt. Majima yelped in surprise, growling through grit teeth, "god damnit, Kiryu-chan!"
"Majima-san," Kiryu started, picking up the pace with an increased intensity, "you constantly have dark circles under your eyes. You must need more sleep than you're getting. Why don't you want to sleep?"
"That's none of yer business, a-ah!" Majima cried out as Kiryu focused on his sensitive undercurves again. He growled, "I thought there'd be a lot more spanking and a lot less talking!"
"If that's what you want, we can do that," Kiryu said, shrugging. He wound his arm back, crashing his hand down hard against Majima's backside with renewed strength as he said simply, "let me know when you're ready to talk."
Majima's eye went wide and he yelped loudly, bucking forward as he sputtered, "d-damn, Kiryu-chan! You've been holding out on me!"
Kiryu stayed silent, his hand falling down repeatedly over both sides of his backside. Majima grit his teeth and arched his back, fingers digging into the couch as he tried not to show any weakness. He didn't even flinch when Kiryu would punch him in the face in the past, he wasn't about to start now. However, that's when the Dragon of Dojima moved his attention down to his undercurves, occasionally catching Majima's thighs. The sound reverberated off of the empty walls of Majima's apartment as he swallowed hard, eventually crying out as he threw his head back.
"I'm done just standing by while you self-destruct, Majima-san. Now talk to me!" Kiryu demanded, smacking his thighs a few extra times for good measure, with quite a bit of force.
Majima held his breath, bucking with the attention to his thighs. This hurt a lot more than he'd expected, then again, this was Kiryu. He groaned in resignation, finally spitting out, "I'm sick of the nightmares!"
Kiryu finally stopped, resting his hand on Majima's back as he asked, "nightmares? About what?"
"It's fuckin' stupid," Majima grumbled, trying to catch his breath now that the pain had stopped.
Kiryu shook his head, "I doubt that."
"I should be over it by now," Majima argued. Kiryu patted his backside in warning, and Majima hurried to spit out, "it's my eye."
"Your eye…?" Kiryu asked.
Majima dug his fingers deeper into the couch, admitting slowly, "I've been having nightmares… about losing my eye."
"That's not stupid at all," Kiryu argued.
Majima laughed sadly, "It's been over twenty years."
"I'm not sure that's something someone ever gets over," Kiryu said matter of factly. There was a long silence, before he asked, "do you want to tell me about how you lost it?"
Majima bit his lip, really thinking about that. He hadn't really spoken about losing his eye since he'd mentioned it to Makoto. "It's a boring story," he tried.
"I love boring stories," Kiryu countered.
"I bet ya do," Majima said in exasperation, rolling his eye. When Kiryu didn't respond, Majima sighed. "When I was in my early twenties, I disobeyed a direct order from high up," he explained, hesitating for a moment. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he continued, "that landed me right in what they called the hole. They… they took my eye." He did his best to sound robotic in his story, not wanting a voice to betray him.
"I don't know what to say other than that's awful, I'm sorry you went through that," Kiryu said, seeming to piece together his sentence carefully. "How long were you in there?" he asked.
Majima went silent for an uncomfortable amount of time, before finally muttering darkly, "a year."
"...A year?" Kiryu repeated. He reached out and grabbed Majima's shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. "Niisan…" he started.
"What?" Majima spat out, annoyed, "does it all make sense now? Are ya suddenly seeing why I'm so 'unhinged'?"
"I was only thinking that you didn't deserve that," Kiryu answered, and Majima wanted to believe him.
"Right," Majima said in disbelief, "I'm not called the Mad Dog for nothing."
Kiryu sighed, saying carefully, "I'm not saying that you're not… eccentric. But, don't expect me to be sitting here, dissecting your psyche. That's not my style."
"It's not, is it?" Majima asked, "then why're ya doin' this?"
Kiryu was silent for a moment, before saying simply, "isn't that obvious? Because you're my friend, Majima-san."
Majima wasn't sure if hearing that hurt or felt amazing. It was a confusing, raw mishmash of feelings that he was experiencing and his position was not helping things. His face went hot as he said, "y'tellin' me ya give a damn, huh?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying," Kiryu said, squeezing Majima's shoulder again.
Majima sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he muttered, "well fuck, Kiryu-chan… I dunno what to do with that." He wasn't used to people showing him any kind of affection.
"You could start by telling me you're going to get some rest," Kiryu explained.
Majima growled, "I told ya I don't wanna sleep."
"Then we're not done talking," Kiryu said quietly, rearing his hand back and landing it firmly over Majima's backside. The older man yelped in surprise, bucking forward. "I'm not leaving until you get some rest," Kiryu informed him, peppering his bottom and undercurves with increasingly hard smacks.
The Mad Dog of Shimano gasped, digging his fingers back into the couch. Kiryu stayed eerily silent, slowly moving his attention downward until the spanking focused solely on Majima's thighs. Majima held his breath, trying not to make a sound.
"You matter, do you understand me? I'm not stopping until I know you're going to take better care of yourself," Kiryu said, voice taking a stern turn as he spanked harder over his most sensitive area.
Majima found himself tearing up just slightly when Kiryu told him he mattered. This was so stupid, what was he thinking, letting Kiryu see this much? Still though, when was the last time he'd let someone in, truly in? It had been decades. He wasn't sure if he knew how to, anymore.
"It's understandable that you'd want to avoid nightmares," Kiryu said, swatting harder, spreading the burn evenly as he scolded, "but you're injured and you need rest."
Majima growled as he squirmed, countering, "and if I dream I'm havin' my eye gouged out?!"
"Then I'll be here," Kiryu promised as he swatted harder, wrapping an arm around his waist to hold him still, "I know that might not mean much, but I'll stay while you sleep."
The truth was, that meant more to Majima than he was willing to admit. He buried his face into his gloved hands, gritting his teeth as the pain in his backside grew. Damn, that burn was really starting to build up. "Don't ya have anything better to do than babysitting me?" Majima challenged.
"Haruka is with someone I trust," Kiryu explained, "I can't stay forever, but I can stay for a few hours to make sure you get some rest."
Majima groaned in pain as Kiryu moved the spanking to his undercurves, feeling something building in his chest. There was something about this position and the type of pain that was different than when the two of them were fighting, and it was making things very difficult. He clenched his eye shut, saying with more venom in his voice than he'd intended, "I'm not worth this much effort, Kiryu-chan."
This only seemed to harden the Dragon's resolve. He wound his hand back, landing it harder than he had been as he scolded, "you matter to people, Majima-san. Think about Nishida and Makoto, think about me." Majima cried out at the harder smack, eyes beginning to brim with tears. "We would all say you are worth the effort," Kiryu said, voice softening. Despite the gentleness in his voice, the spanking only got more intense. Majima struggled to catch his breath, the swats becoming merciless in their assault.
Tears slowly made their way down Majima's face, beginning to stain his eyepatch as well. He had learned decades ago that the eyeless socket could still cry, and he was cursing that now. He held his breath for a moment, before letting it out in a quiet sob. Kiryu stopped for a moment, seeming to be thinking. Majima's shoulders shook as he held his breath yet again.
Kiryu reared his hand back and landed it firmly over Majima's thighs, saying firmly, "if you put someone else in danger just to get my attention again, we'll have a discussion just like this one. Do you understand me, niisan?"
Majima nodded his head up and down emphatically, stuttering, "y-yer loud and clear!"
Kiryu nodded, moving the spanking up to his undercurves with a renewed strength as he continued sternly, "and you're going to rest when we're done, isn't that right?"
"Y-Yes!" Majima almost shouted, letting out another sob, a little louder this time.
"And most importantly… you're going to come to me from now on when you need someone," Kiryu said firmly, before he softened his voice, "am I clear?"
Majima bit the inside of his cheeks, trying to stop the tears that were falling. God damn it, those words got to him. He held his breath again, waiting about forty seconds before he had no choice but to exhale, exhaling in a long, loud sob. He nodded weakly, sniffling between sobs, "y-yer clear!" Kiryu nodded, catching his thighs a few times with loud, crisp smacks. Majima yowled into his hands, sobbing harder.
Kiryu finally stopped, rubbing his hand up and down Majima's back. The Mad Dog had hardly noticed that it had stopped, too stuck in his own feelings. He laid there limply as Kiryu pulled his boxers back up, wincing as he wrestled his pants back into place as well. He unpinned his legs, but Majima didn't move.
Majima was still sobbing loudly into his hands when he finally realized that Kiryu was saying something. "Niisan," Kiryu kept repeating as he rubbed his back, "come sit up." He slowly pulled his hands away from his face, using them to push himself up. He winced just a bit as his backside hit the couch, burying his face back into his hands in embarrassment. Majima couldn't stop the tears now that they were coming. He bawled into his gloves, shoulders heaving.
Suddenly he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. Kiryu tightened his hold around him, bringing him to his side as the older man sobbed. This only made the storm of tears heavier, though Majima didn't understand why. He hadn't ever let anyone see this side of him - the side that was still an honest to god mess. Sure, people often assumed that he was a mess, but it was another thing to actually show it.
He thought over everything they had talked about - kidnapping Haruka, his love for Makoto, and the loss of his eye. This overwhelmed him, sending him into a louder crying fit. Suddenly, the arm around his shoulders didn't feel like enough. Before he could stop himself, he turned to face Kiryu, throwing his arms around him. Kiryu tensed for several long moments, and Majima almost pulled away. Finally, though, Kiryu wrapped both his arms around him, pulling him in for a tight hug.
Majima felt his own muscles relax just a bit as he rested his chin on the Dragon's shoulder. He sobbed, honesty beginning to tumble out of his mouth, "I miss M-Makoto! I… I should have said goodbye, I… I regret it every fuckin' day!"
Kiryu nodded, tightening his arms around him, "I know, I know Majima-san. But… I'm sure she hasn't forgotten you."
Majima clenched his eye shut tightly, body shaking as he allowed the sobs to take him. Kiryu held him closely with one arm, the other hand running up and down the back of his jacket slowly. Majima lowered his head, burying his face into Kiryu's shoulder as he stuttered, "m'sorry, Kiryu-chan… I-I won't put anyone else in danger a-again, I promise!"
"I know, niisan," Kiryu said softly, squeezing his shoulder with one hand, "and I promise to always have your back, alright? I've got you."
Majima felt his chest swell, tears falling hotly down his face and absorbing into Kiryu's jacket. Even as the tears fell, he found himself stuttering, "if y-you tell anyone I did this I'll obliterate yer a-ass Kiryu-chan…"
Kiryu smiled softly, wrapping both arms back around Majima securely as he promised, "no one has to know, this is between us."
Majima nodded into his shoulder, hanging on tighter as the sobbing finally died down into normal crying. He sniffled now and then, face hot as he said quietly, "thanks for… for givin' a damn." Half of him didn't want to say it, but the other half was screaming that it had to be said.
"You don't have to thank me for that," Kiryu insisted, giving him a squeeze, "you're my friend, I'll always care."
Continuing to cry into his shoulder, Majima found himself asking himself why what he'd said had left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. He was happy to be considered a friend, he truly was. Truth be told, Majima didn't really have friends… just a bunch of subordinates. He was elated to have someone refer to him as their friend.
Yet still, something felt off in his chest.
He ignored it for now, hanging on tighter to Kiryu as he cried, struggling to make it stop. It was as if twenty years of pain was all coming out at once, and it was terrifying. His entire body shook as he apologized, "m'sorry… I dunno how to stop!"
"Don't fight it," Kiryu instructed gently, running one hand up and down his back soothingly. "I know you're used to fighting, but this needs to happen," he said.
Majima nodded slowly, giving in to his instincts and simply crying into Kiryu's jacket. This thing would be drenched by the time he was done, he knew. Kiryu didn't seem to mind, quietly holding him as he let out the agony he'd been holding onto for decades.
"You're doing great," Kiryu praised.
Majima shook his head, saying between cries, "sh-shut up, no I'm not I… I'm pathetic."
"Niisan, this takes strength," Kiryu assured him, "you're one of the strongest people I know."
Majima sniffled, burying his face more deeply into his jacket as he mumbled, "y'know, ya don't have to keep calling me that right now." He tried to control his crying long enough to speak, "seems a bit weird since ya just roasted my ass."
"What should I call you then…?" Kiryu asked, still rubbing his free hand up and down his back.
Majima thought on that for a moment, before saying quietly "Goro'll do."
"Alright, Goro-san," Kiryu repeated, "don't mistake your tears for weakness."
Majima nodded slowly, letting the tears fall. It took time, but his cries were beginning to die down into sniffles and hiccups. He rested against Kiryu a bit longer, absolutely exhausted.
Kiryu reached up with his free hand and gently patted the back of his head, asking gently, "how are you feeling?"
Majima sniffled, thinking on that question for a moment. His stomach twinged and he answered honestly, "…hungry." It had actually been quite some time since he'd had an appetite like this.
Kiryu smiled, offering, "what do you want to eat? I'll go get us some lunch."
He didn't even have to think about that question - he knew what he wanted immediately. "Takoyaki," he muffled into his shoulder, "I… I'd really like some takoyaki."
"Takoyaki it is," Kiryu said, patting his back.
Majima very slowly peeled himself away from the other man, avoiding eye contact as he did so. He cringed at how wet his eyepatch was, deciding that he'd be more comfortable without it right now. He reached up, slowly taking it off before looking at Kiryu. If the Dragon was disgusted, he wasn't showing it.
Kiryu reached out and squeezed his shoulder, "will you be alright when I leave to get food?"
Nodding, Majima reassured him, "I can take care of myself, you know."
Kiryu nodded in response, before saying, "I want you to get into some pajamas while I'm gone." Majima was about to argue with him, but then Kiryu shot him a stern look that reminded him that his backside was still on fire.
"Fine," Majima sighed.
"Good," Kiryu said, getting up and heading to the door, "I'll be back soon."
Majima nodded, letting Kiryu leave as he headed back to his bedroom. He took off his jacket, tossing it onto the floor. After throwing his eyepatch onto his dresser, he stood in front of the mirror, looking at the bandages wrapped around his torso. Maybe he would ask Kiryu to help him change those, later. He bit his lip, pulling his pants and boxers down next. He turned, checking his backside in the mirror. Not much could be seen because of all the black and red ink… however, the bits of his tattoo that were white were now a deep pink. He rubbed his hand over the sore, swollen skin, wincing.
Peeling his pants and boxers all the way off, he went to his dresser and pulled out a black pair of sweatpants. He carefully pulled them into place, mindful not to rake the waistband against the swollen skin. He didn't bother with a shirt, going back out to the living room and moving the coffee table back into position. Majima sighed, carefully lowering himself down onto the couch.
He hated to admit it, but he was getting tired. The last two days had been a whirlwind both physically and emotionally. He leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling. Before he knew it, his eye was getting heavy, and it was closing on him against his wishes.
Majima lifted his head up slowly, looking around the room. Dried blood caked to his left cheek, and his head was throbbing. He tried to blink, but only one lid moved - the other was swollen shut. He had the strangest sensation that his eye was on fire, but he knew that it was gone. Majima slowly surveyed the room around him. The men he'd taken down earlier in the day that he'd laid out all over the floor were all gone - he was in this warehouse alone. He flexed his arms, frowning at the chains that kept him secured to the steel beam. Looking around the room, his eye settled on something glinting on the floor - a knife. His stomach turned to ice when he saw what was on the end of it.
The destroyed remnants of his eye.
"Goro-san! Wake up!"
Majima gasped, shooting up to his feet, pulling out his dagger taking on a fighting stance. His eye darted frantically around the room, settling on Kiryu. When he realized where he was, when he was, and who he was with, he very slowly dropped his arms to his sides. He let go of the dagger, letting it fall to the floor. "Kiryu-chan…" he whispered, eye wide, "...sorry."
Kiryu approached him carefully, setting the bag he was carrying on the coffee table. "It's alright," he assured him, "come sit back down."
Majima nodded slowly, walking back to the couch and sitting down. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, avoiding eye contact.
Sitting down next to him, Kiryu wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Nightmare?" he asked.
The Mad Dog nodded softly, still avoiding all eye contact. He allowed him to wrap his arm around him, trying to catch his breath.
Nodding, Kiryu squeezed him closer. He seemed to pick up on Majima's embarrassment, changing the subject, "are you still hungry?"
Majima nodded yet again, saying honestly, "starvin'."
Kiryu smiled, giving Majima one more squeeze before letting go and leaning forward to grab the bag. He pulled out two servings of takoyaki, handing one over to Majima and keeping the other for himself.
"Thanks," Majima said as he took the takoyaki, picking one up with the toothpick. He popped it in his mouth, smiling a little as he ate.
"Goro-san… are you alright…?" Kiryu asked, staring at him.
"Yeah, why?" Majima asked, before he realized that tears were rolling down his cheeks. He reached up, wiping them away as he muttered, "sorry." Majima explained, "I'm fine. It's just… a nostalgic food for me."
Kiryu nodded, not pressing the matter further. The two of them enjoyed their takoyaki in silence, and by the time Majima was done, his eye was fluttering shut again. "Are you tired niis- Goro-san?"
Majima sighed, considering lying. He eventually conceded, "yeah, fine… I'm exhausted."
"Alright," Kiryu started, popping his last piece of takoyaki into his mouth, "let's get you to bed." He got to his feet, reaching a hand out for him.
Majima reached out, accepting the hand up. Kiryu placed a hand on his back, leading him back toward the bedroom. The Dragon peeled back the covers, gesturing for Majima to lay down. Majima sighed again, laying down, not knowing what to say as Kiryu covered him up. He rolled onto his side, facing the lounge chair that Kiryu was settling into in the corner of the room.
"Kiryu-chan," Majima said quietly.
"Yeah?" Kiryu asked, getting comfortable.
Majima hesitated for a moment, before saying with quite a bit of hesitation, "...thank you."
"You don't have to thank me," Kiryu said confidently, "now, get some sleep."
Majima took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he closed his eye. He was still afraid to sleep, though he'd never admit it… but between being stabbed, being spanked, and going through an emotional gauntlet, he didn't think he could stay awake any longer. He opened his eye just once, looking at the younger man hesitantly.
"I'll stay," Kiryu promised, "if I have to leave, I'll wake you up first."
Majima nodded, closing his eye again and allowing his body to relax. There was something about Kiryu being here that made him fear his nightmares less.
God, if Kiryu ever told anyone about this, he'd destroy him.
But he knew he wouldn't. Kiryu was a man of his word. His body felt heavy against the mattress as he began drifting, feeling truly secure for the first time in he didn't know how long. He let out a long breath, finally falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.