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Discussion in 'Side Story Archives' started by Gummi Bunnies, Apr 10, 2018.

  1. Gummi Bunnies

    Gummi Bunnies Camping with the squad The Convergence Series GM

    (Shortly taking place after Shadow of Gotham)

    -Episode One-
    "The Empty Lot"


    Nighttime Kamurocho was busy and lively as its always been, especially at the surrounding districts around the Millennium Tower. While it was essentially the heart of the city, no one dares to question on how it came to be, how it was a project backed by the neighboring yakuza, how it impacted many lives, how it ended many lives... and how it was all over a small patch of land that this tower was built on.

    The Empty Lot. No one really remembered it being that way, even after 7 years. Only a select few knew about the events that led this tower being built. One of them stood across the street from the Millennium Tower's block, as if waiting for something of interest to take place.

    Most could immediately recognize this man to be the feared Mad Dog of Shimano, the single man who succeeded with a solo brawl against the entirety of the Dojima Family HQ, Goro Majima.


    ❝ ... why it gotta be this place? ❞ Majima grumbled under his breath, tapping out the ashes of his cigarette. Unknown to those that would see him in the streets and be intimidated in seconds by his presence, Majima wasn't exactly feeling like his usual "Mad Dog" self. Or rather not feeling like playing the charade of the "Mad Dog." In his jacket pocket, he kept a single envelope, which contained information about a person who should be living a normal life since 1988.

    You have a week to arrive at the listed address in this letter. Otherwise we will make use out of her.

    That was the message left for him, along with the photo of the woman who was burdened by the Empty Lot's existence: Makoto Makimura. He thought that raiding the Dojima Family HQ 7 years ago ensure that she'll be free from these things, but someone had to ruin it. It had only been a few days since he got the envelope from Reina, who was told to relay it from some foreign messenger.

    From the looks of it, Majima had no choice but to play along with this person's game, and hope there was an opportunity to beat the twisted little shit senseless for putting Makoto into danger once again.

    ❝ Got no time to stick around, fucker put some stupid time limit on me anyways... ❞ He was doubting on why the Millennium Tower was the chosen meeting place, but there really was no time to stand around and keep Makoto in the wrong person's custody. He couldn't really call up anyone to assist him with this problem either.

    Kiryu was arrested and sent to jail for the next 10 years after claiming that he killed Sohei Dojima, something that the Kiryu he knew wouldn't ever do. Nishikiyama was completely out of the picture after Kiryu's arrest, not emotionally well without his kyoudai around. Even his own yakuza family members were out of question, they couldn't know that he was doing this for a single woman, especially one who was sought out by the yakuza before.

    Set and ready for what was possibly waiting for him inside the tower, Majima proceeded forward into the building. Given that it was late, no one seemed to be lingering around in the lobby, or at least no sign of civilians.


    ❝ Oi! If ya gonna make me drag my ass over 'ere in the first place, show me the goddamn way from start to finish! I don't got the time to walk like an idiot through the whole tower. ❞ He didn't hesitate on raising his voice, clearly wanting to get the attention of somebody related to the mess he was getting dragged into. Of course, there was silence, but he wasn't alone either. Right as he opened his mouth to holler out more, the lights went out in the lobby, pitch black darkness spread through the vast room. Then footsteps resounded, a good number of them.

    ❝ Jeez, somebody likes their horror movie bullshit too much. Mind cutting the shit already? ❞ Majima was getting frustrated with the fact that this was wasting his time on getting Makoto back safe. Whoever was there, they had no need to answer or to do anything to reveal themselves. The natural moonlight from outside began to beam through the high windows, illuminating the lobby room to reveal who was accompanying him.


    Five figures surrounded Majima, all of them wearing crow-like masks and holding two weapons at hand. Obvious enough that they weren't friendly company and that they weren't local to Kamurocho. Some thugs here and there were able to walk around with a knife and sometimes a gun, but these masked folk would've been instantly apprehended... Something about this was drastically off.


    ❝ Well, ain't that something? Guess y'all are new in town, too shy to show yer faces, huh? ❞ Majima stared tensely at the masked men surrounding him, knowing that one wrong move and he was bound for a world full of pain in the next few moments. Armed combat was familiar to him, but not to this extent. Not even pulling out his own weapon was easy to say the least, Majima narrowly reacting to an incoming bullet to his hand by deflecting it with his immediately unsheathed short sword.

    ❝ Not much for talking, eh? ❞ His tense look started to fade away, slowly replaced with a devilish grin.


    ❝ Then how 'bout some fighting! ❞ His voice rang out with a signature high pitch that only few people could identify to be Majima's gleeful voice. The masked men instantly opened fire at the Mad Dog, but seemed to have trouble keeping a steady aim at the erratically agile yakuza. A clean stab right into the stomach of the closest masked man, Majima's blade was immediately pulled out so he could give a good kick to that same man's head. With that momentary success, Majima snatched with his free hand the battle axe he managed to disarm from the first masked man. Sure it was strange and different, but he could adapt to it if it was meant to be a melee weapon anyways.

    With one down, there was four more to go, which meant he was making progress. Progress that gradually slowed down the more he continued to fight these masked men. Much like after one had been knocked out, the rest appeared to have adapted to how Majima's initial approach was for the first. The second was knocked out with the axe he took, but the rest perfectly knew how to counter their own axe under Majima's expertise. It went on, and a few times, a bullet or two would find its way into Majima's upper leg. There was only so much he could avoid over a long period of time, but he didn't seem to care at the moment. In the heat of a fight, he couldn't care less if he got badly hurt.

    Now it was down to one masked man left, but by then, Majima had already run out of different methods to knock this one out. Anything he tried, this masked man knew the appropriate counter to it, much like an AI program that perfectly adapted to the incoming situations thrown at it. Plus, this was surely an actual fight, and not those flimsy street fights that happen on a daily basis in Kamurocho.

    ❝ Man... y'know how to keep up a good fight... but throw me a bone, will ya? ... its like ya wanna tire me out instead of actually fighting me head-on! ❞ Majima taunted, wanting to turn the tables against the masked man. If they were going to counter whatever he had in store, he figured to do the same. It was only fair, and possibly the only playing card Majima had left in this fight if none of his usual signature tricks were going to work.

    Abruptly, they didn't need to continue the fight, a numbing buzzing sound rang in Majima's ears. Numbing enough that he couldn't get a bearing of his surroundings, and before he could try and get the jump on the masked man, he wasn't at the lobby room of the Millennium Tower anymore. Instead, he found himself in a familiar place from 7 years ago.


    The Empty Lot. Just like how it was in the past, before the tower was built. He didn't know how or why he was back here out of all places, but he had that gut feeling that this wasn't just a dream. Something like how that Gotham fiasco was happening in Kamurocho too, something like an outside force was meddling with the city that he gotten used to after taking up the yakuza name.

    In the place of the masked man he was fighting moments earlier, an all too familiar person stood in front of him, her back facing him.


    ❝ No way... Makoto... ❞ He couldn't believe what he was seeing. This had to be an illusion of some sort. He couldn't have been transported back into 1988 Kamurocho, and left with the young Makoto he swore to protect back then. Disregarding on what could happen or what he was really in for, the one-eyed man couldn't restrain himself from approaching, reaching to place his hand on her shoulder. Not to get her attention, but to reassure her that he was still there. If only this was truly real.

    All it took was a tap on her shoulder, and then everything went black.​
  2. Gummi Bunnies

    Gummi Bunnies Camping with the squad The Convergence Series GM

    -Episode 2-
    "Deal with the Devil"

    Everything was still pitch black for Majima's vision, but he was sure that he was conscious and awake. He saw Makoto, he was sure that he did. Yet, something deliberately knocked him out before he could find out on what was going on. Was this some sick joke? He couldn't wait to get to the bottom of this, beat the absolute shit out of the person responsible, and get Makoto to safety afterwards.

    That is the reason why he arrived over at the Millennium Tower for. So to be held away somewhere after passing out, he didn't have any high hopes that this would be that easy in the first place. He tried to yell out, tried to call out for anyone that could hear him, but he found that he couldn't get any resemblance of his voice to come out.

    Distant footsteps began to approach him, from wherever he was kept at. Majima couldn't even feel his own body, whether or not he was kept in some cell or tied up. Almost like whoever knocked him out made sure to somehow shut off his senses other than hearing. If he was guessing right, whoever was approaching him stopped moving, their footsteps halting right in front of him.

    ❝ Goro Majima. Do you understand why you are here? ❞ A man's voice questioned him, and Majima could've sworn that this guy was amused at his predicament by the tone of his voice. Even when given something to answer, he couldn't use his voice to give the answer for that question. In his head, this felt pretty damn humiliating.

    ❝ ... Speak. I asked you a question. ❞ The man waited for a minute before demanding for an answer. How it worked, Majima wasn't sure, but he tried speaking again.

    ❝ The hell are you ta- ❞ He stopped himself mid-sentence. 'The hell are you talking about?' That was what he was thinking on saying, but he didn't expect his ability to talk to come back just like that. Something was really off. Something about this man being able to activate his senses like that... the yakuza didn't like it at all.

    ❝ I... know for damn sure why I'm here. Remember that envelope you dropped off to Reina for me? That's why I dragged my ass over here. ❞ Majima didn't know why he was the one being asked questions either. Judging from the situation, he should be the one asking the questions and not answering them for this nameless man. Only amused chuckles came from the man, absolutely laughing at the Mad Dog's response.

    ❝ I believe that you do not understand the weigh of your situation, Majima. Allow me to make this clear for you. ❞ The man snapped his fingers soon after, and the rest of Majima's inactive senses were functional again. Maybe he felt better that he was unable to actually see what was going on around him, or more so to him.

    A near-perfect replication of this cell from 12 years ago. Forced to kneel on the ground, his arms raised up and chained to the wall, dried and fresh blood staining the surroundings near him. The cell door was opened, and the person responsible for somehow replicating this scene was an apparently faceless man in a suit. Not like the man had no face, but it was obscured by shadows.

    ❝ You remember this place very well, I presume? If so, then the preparations are going along smoother than expected. ❞ The man merely admired that Majima could recognize what this place was, much like it was familiar enough for him to recognize despite being replicated.


    ❝ Like you know shit about me. ❞ Majima attempted to reassure himself that this was just a coincidence. There was no way this man knew about the torture he endured for a year. Dead silence remained between them, as if the man was silently sneering at Majima's dismay. And then, a searing pain erupted from his left eye. The yakuza was aware that this eye of his was already destroyed from long ago, but the sensation was near identical to the moment he was stabbed in the eye. Just like before, just before he was thrown into the torture pit by Shimano. While this familiar feeling was extremely painful, the fact that he was experiencing this a second time was practically worse than the first time.

    ❝ Surely you will be more cooperative now. As I can easily make you experience these feelings again. ❞ The man snapped his fingers again, and the pain erupting from Majima's left eye stopped. This allowed him to slump over in relief, his chained arms not allowing him to fully collapse onto the dirty floor. ❝ I can also relieve you of the painful past. With that clear, I'll make this simple for you to understand why I called you here. ❞

    The man then reached into his pocket, and nonchalantly tossed a photograph onto the ground in front of Majima. There it was again. The same photograph that was in that envelope. The same photograph that depicted Makoto hooked up to some strange machinery.

    ❝ As the administrator of this project, I found it difficult to find a suitable candidate to test the limitations and performance of a revolutionary system. This system, once it is perfected, will guarantee that everyone will realize what world peace shall look like. The cost of this project's success, however, requires the mind of a person vivid of imagination, making this imaginative person the Core of the project. ❞ The administrator explained the reasoning as to why Makoto was taken, but the beating around the bush as to what this project and system was only left Majima in the dark.

    ❝ Unfortunately, I cannot provide details of what this project truly is, not until we complete the research. However, a colleague of mine pointed out that even when hooked up to the system, Makoto did not uphold as the Core as well as she could. She does have the potential to make this ambition, this project a reality. Yet, she lacks someone familiar to hold close, which brings us to your reason for being here. ❞ Hearing all of this, Majima didn't like this already. To think that these people, whoever works with this administrator, had already started running experiments of this system on Makoto... It was sickening.

    ❝ I give you two choices. You can join her as an accompanying Core, allow her to reach her potential for this project's success, or you can assist in finding an adequate replacement for the Core. ❞ ❝ Fine! I'll be your damn replacement finder! You got your answer! Is that a deal?! ❞ When proposed two choices, Majima immediately chose the decision that'll allow Makoto to be free. He didn't think of any extra conditions that may pop up from this decision, only thinking for the best possible solution to save her.

    ❝ Excellent choice, Majima. Then I will allow you to go work on that search. Be aware that I'll be monitoring your progress, and that we will continue and see if any improvements with Makoto's chemistry with the system occur. If she proves to do well enough for the system to be launched to the world, your search won't be needed at that point. That... is all. ❞ The man sounded as if this was the type of deal he wanted to occur, satisfied that Majima went along with this decision. Before he could even ask on how the administrator could keep tabs on him, he blacked out once more.
    This time, Majima woke up instantly, as if he were waking up from a terrible dream. A nightmare, almost. He wasn't in that terrible cell either, or the Empty Lot he saw Makoto in. He was back at the lobby of the Millennium Tower, the place in suspiciously good condition despite having a fight here earlier.


    ❝ God... the hell did I get myself into? ❞ Majima berated himself a little. Just what was he thinking on that rash decision he made? He was practically doing this to save Makoto, yet that administrator had strings attached to that effort now. Without much thought, the yakuza stumbled back up onto his feet, soon enough leaving the building.

    All the while a numbing headache pounded in his head.​
  3. Gummi Bunnies

    Gummi Bunnies Camping with the squad The Convergence Series GM

    -Episode 3-
    "Wrath Unleashed"

    It's been about 10 years since his encounter with the administrator. A whole decade and yet, Makoto wasn't free. During those years, the most he was able to do was halt those experiments from proceeding any further than some minimal tests. As part of the deal, Majima was allowed to visit her from time to time, check up on her well-being and all that. He could only see her and not exactly bring her anywhere else. Until he found a suitable candidate to replace her from that damned machine, she was to stay there.

    Even after that single meeting he had with this project's administrator, the Mad Dog couldn't even wrap his head around what this project was for. An idealized world can be made with that piece of scrap machinery? He wanted to laugh at that concept, but he couldn't risk Makoto's life as she was on the line here. He felt selfish to be trying to save her by finding some poor sap to take her place. After a few briefings with those people working under the project administrator, they made it clear that it had to be someone just like Makoto. Hopeful. Innocent. Young. All those traits are to be with whoever was to be the replacement guinea pig.

    So after ten years, Majima couldn't even find a trace of someone that could be enough to save Makoto. It was by luck that those people were patient with him for this long. He doubted that they would wait any longer, so his search became urgent rather than thorough. Kamurocho wasn't exactly a place that had people with these features. It was a place where even some of the normal-looking civilians could end up to be involved in some way with the underground life. Being a yakuza family patriarch made those efforts extremely difficult to meet as well, he only attracted the wrong types of people, and he spoke not a single word about his search to his lackeys.

    Time and time again, the search was still coming up with empty results. Even then, he had to hide this twisted deal from others, especially once on the job as a yakuza.

    ❝ Man, for some loan sharks, you fucks don't know when to fess up! ❞ A younger yakuza yelled out, snapping Majima away from his thoughts. He remembered his current task as a yakuza. Some prominent loan shark firm happened to be under Majima Family protection, and because of that, they came around to pick up a long debt of protection money. After many times being told that they would soon have the money but the next time they would show up, there wasn't any money left on the table. It was only about time for Majima to step into the picture and snatch what they could get due to some loan sharks not holding up their end of the deal.

    ❝ ... Kobayashi, right? ❞ Majima sought out the person in charge of this firm, his voice frightening the man immensely. Knowing what this means, Majima's men left it up for him to deal with the last man standing, considering that most of Kobayashi's men were taken out after a big brawl. Clearing out to allow their boss to have some space with the problem case, the room was deadly silent as Majima stared down at the loan shark.


    ❝ Tell me, y'know that all of this could've been avoided if you just paid your due. ❞ The yakuza spoke with a serious voice, stepping forward once with his knife out. The air in the office room grew tense. For some reason, Majima felt his heart beating faster, even though he wasn't the one being cornered here.

    ❝ L-Look... it was an impulse decision, sir! ❞ Kobayashi blurted out in fear, only to be shut up as the knife nearly misses his head and stabs into the wall he had his back onto.

    ❝ That ain't cutting you some slack. Either you cough up all that you got or I'm going to take something else of yours. ❞ Majima glared at the trembling man, feeling his heartbeat going even faster. He didn't understand why he felt that way, but he didn't question it. Kobayashi was basically frozen in place at this rate, not breathing out a single word. Needing an answer before the job can proceed, the Mad Dog pulled the knife out from the wall and held it tight in front of the other man's face.

    ❝ I needed the protection is all! Or else I'll be letting them take my family away! All I need is time and protection so we can move out of Kamurocho, a-and then I'll have the money prepared!! ❞ Kobayashi let out all the information he could in hopes that Majima would leave him be. However, this only made matters worse, and the yakuza couldn't control it. It was like the phrasing of this had flipped a switch in his mind.

    ❝ Who's... them? He felt like he shouldn't ask, but did so anyways. His heartbeat continued to fasten. Something started to play in his head.

    Glad that you can come by today, Majima. I promise you, this has no bearing on Makoto's status in the project.

    ❝ I... I can't say! Shit, I think I said too much... ❞ As Kobayashi started to panic under the pressure, Majima felt a surge of hysteria kicking in. His ears started to ring as if screaming at him to remember something.

    As a colleague of this project's administrator, I thought of assisting you in a way. A little push shouldn't hurt, especially outside your search.

    ❝ C'mon, you gotta answer my questions here. ❞ The urge to know was growing in Majima, he needed to know what threatening this loan shark, wanting to prove to himself that it wasn't what he was possibly thinking. His grip tightened even further on the knife's handle, and the yakuza could've sworn that his knuckles were going white from the rough grip.

    It's only a small dosage. A specialized drug made by my...

    ❝ Blood Institute... that's... them. ❞ Everything went dead silent after those words were said, even the lingering ringing in Majima's head. A moment of realization washed over him. How could he forget? What an idiot he was at this time. Those people that were working on that project, that woman told him that they were the Blood Institute... and that she's injected him with...

    Just thinking about all of this, it stirred up a terrible force that's awakened in Majima, as if the subject matter was forbidden from their thoughts. Without even thinking about it, the yakuza threw his knife aside and put a hand to the other's shoulder.


    ❝ Then you got to get your ass outta here! ❞ It only felt right to say this now, after realizing that Kobayashi was only dragged into a mess created by those that did the same to Majima. This was a chance to guide a poor soul out of a growing mess as it is. Though, he couldn't account for why the man was still frozen with fear, but gave a firm tug from the shoulder.

    ❝ C'mon now, this ain't the time to be st- ❞ He froze when he realized that it was too late. Too late to stop himself. All he could do now was to look at the horrific scene that he's caused. Not a word from Kobayashi came after the fact. The Mad Dog could only see that he held onto a torn half of the man in front of him, and that the other half of the man's body fell to the floor with a fleshy thud. He didn't mean to, but he somehow accidentally pulled the loan shark with a sudden surge of abnormal strength. Enough strength to crudely tear the man in half starting from the left shoulder...

    ❝ What... in the hell... ❞ Majima let go of the corpse's shoulder, backing away the instant the other half dropped to the floor as well. Just what the hell did that woman inject into him? What did she do to him? Trying to make sense of what was going on with himself, he heard that some of the men that were knocked out cold started to stir from unconsciousness. Out of all the times, why did this have to happen after he's accidentally killed a person?

    To think, this is his first time killing someone, and he didn't even mean to. It was out of his own power that he killed someone. So how would all these other people take it? Surely murder was already bad enough to the public eye, but in the manner that he's done it with these people witnessing him standing there... He could only imagine the hell that was waiting for him once he was found out. As much as he didn't want to give into this, he also didn't want to be forever barred away from saving Makoto...

    The driving notion to go and clean this up before word got out about what's happened here, it fueled that strange power that he's been given by that woman who worked for the Blood Institute. Looking at his hands by instinct, he saw a ghastly aura fuming out of him. Something about it made him feel like he'll lose control at any second, but he knew better than to let this power take him over completely. If anything, it'll be what will let him slide out of this situation in it's own way, as much as it brought him into it at first.

    Upon taking sight of one of the loan shark men sitting up, the Mad Dog sprung into action. Reaching out to tackle the man to the ground, Majima's outstretched arm suddenly shifted, going from a shadowy mass from this strange aura to flesh that didn't look at all human. To him, it looked like he bore a limb straight from a demon out of hell. Compared to a normal human arm, it was significantly longer in length, and that it appeared like his own hand was shifted into sharpened claws. To think that this was the same arm that he used to tear Kobayashi in half...

    He didn't need to hesitate now, not when his chances at saving Makoto are on the line. He didn't want to do this, but he had no other choice. It was only unfortunate that they were all involved, all because that organization, the Blood Institute, was here to conduct some inhumane project. Forget their plans to use machinery to craft a perfect world, Majima was more concerned with the fact that he may not even be the only person injected with whatever allows him to even do this in the first place.

    The unlucky soul in front of Majima only got a split second glimpse at what the Mad Dog was now, and then his head was completely crushed the moment the demonic claw grabbed a hold of him and slammed him to the ground. That was only the beginning of a painful slaughter. A selfishly justified slaughter. It was hell to even keep his own human instincts in the picture, not with every death at his hands piling up. Whether it was stabbing, tearing, crushing, or even biting each unfortunate victim in this single room. He had to force himself to remember that he wasn't doing this because he liked it, as much as his newfound monstrous instincts tried to convince him, but that he merely did this so he could protect the one person who swore to protect for all these years.

    With the last man dead on the ground with his torso completely slashed apart by Majima's demonic arm, the Mad Dog collapsed backwards against the wall, breathing heavily and processing the fact that he's killed all these people. Now how the hell was he going to escape the scene looking like this? He was practically soaked in blood, and his arm was still transformed. There wasn't a proper place to clean all of this off or the time to do so and haul ass out of there before the cops showed up.

    That wasn't needed to be worried about, however. That same shadowy aura appeared around Majima, startling him with the possibility that he was going to transform even further. Except this time, his demonic arm transformed back to normal, going as far as revealing that the transformation earlier didn't ruin his clothing. As a matter of fact, the shadowy aura seemed to absorb and take away the fresh blood all over himself, making him appear as if not a single blood drop had stained him.


    ❝ ... what... happened to me? ❞ Majima mumbled under his breath, still in shock on what he's done. Shaking his head to rid himself of those thoughts for now, the yakuza hurrying himself out of the soon-to-be crime scene.

    The next morning, the incident was all over the news and spreading like wildfire in the Kamurocho streets. Majima stood against the wall of a building, smoking a cigarette as he subconsciously listened to the public chatter. It was a given that most were calling this a freak accident, or even a coordinated attack since the Third Chairman of the Tojo Clan, Sera Masaru, had been murdered the same night. No evidence was found to pin the crime on anybody else, making this a terrifying cold case. Thankfully his lackeys didn't think that they had any involvement with the incident, and that Majima was able to avoid being caught for it.


    ❝ Christ... ❞ Majima cursed to himself before taking another breath from the smoking cigarette. He thought about how he stormed the Millennium Tower to meet with that woman from the Blood Institute again. He went to ask her in private on what kind of injection she even gave him in the first place. He remembered her laughing a bit at his panic, that she was aware of what she's done. He took note of her words right afterwards, the words that she gave him before he was sent off for the night.

    You shouldn't worry so much about it. You were able to contain the injection's power at a small dosage, weren't you? You were able to control your wrath enough to maintain your human instincts. Now that I'm clear on that, I'll advise that you keep your activity with this power at a low. It is my gift to you, after all.

    He couldn't remember how, but he left the place even when he wanted to ask more about this injection's power to her. Clearly it wasn't just some drug, since normal steroids don't just let you transform your arm into one of a monster's. Keeping that in mind, he took the cigarette out of his lips to glance around the place. The streets looked no different than how it was before he committed that mass slaughter. It was the talk that was different. It was a bustling topic that the public couldn't shut up about, along with that Tojo Clan chairman murder.

    What was he supposed to do with this newfound power anyways? Kill more people for the Blood Institute? He couldn't stomach going through all of that again. If anything, this wasn't what he had in mind as a "little assistance" for helping Makoto out of her situation.

    He stopped thinking about that matter, someone else just happened to walk on by and catch his eye. How long has it been? Almost a decade perhaps. He recognized the man right away. There was no mistakes being made here, especially with that gray suit and red dress shirt. No doubt that this was Kiryu being back on the streets.

    For a moment, he had the idea of sneaking up on him for a fight, but he hesitated. He couldn't forget that he had some sort of partially controlled power under his wing now. If he got into a fight with Kiryu... would he even be able to control himself in broad daylight? Let alone be able to keep Kiryu alive once the fight is over. But then, when would he ever learn to fully control this burden of a power if he never dealt with the experience at all?

    Making his decision, Majima pressed on to walk up behind Kiryu, clearing his throat as if announcing himself as usual.


    ❝ Kiryu-chan! Long time no see! ❞ He could see the once fabled Dragon of Dojima jump a little at the surprise entrance, the other turning around almost immediately despite getting the hint on who this is.


    ❝ Oh... it's you, Majima-san. ❞ Kiryu sounded a bit relieved to know that it was only Majima. That's right, Kiryu has no idea about what was really going on with Majima, and that he was aware that this would end up to be some sort of fight like always.

    ❝ Of course it's me! You have any stinking idea how long I've been waiting for ya to come back to Kamurocho. A decade too long! You gotta make it up for me, Kiryu-chan! ❞ The one-eyed man spoke only to mess with Kiryu, just like before. With those choice of words, he saw the other immediately put his fists up in response. Old classic Kiryu.

    ❝ Oh c'mon Kiryu-chan, nobody does that shit anymore. What you gotta do is jump straight into the fighting, like this!! ❞ Without anymore small talk, the Mad Dog leapt at Kiryu, taking out his knife and narrowly slicing at the other's head. Surely that miss was on purpose, but it was so close to hitting as well. Majima ignored that, he wanted to see how well Kiryu could fight after being gone, and how well he could contain this power's urges to instinctively kill someone.

    It felt like their usual fights. The same ol' stab and punch fest. Except, well... Kiryu wasn't as refined and on point as he used to be ten years ago. Man, it's like prison made Majima's favorite fighting buddy all soft. Away from the crowds that surrounded them and into a secluded alleyway, the Mad Dog didn't realize that he partially tapped into his power, casually lifting Kiryu by the collar of his shirt and then tossing him over at the wall like it was no problem. Of course, he stopped himself from doing anything else once he realized that he was using his abnormal strength again.

    Thankfully that would be the end of their fight, considering that Kiryu was already out of breath and on the ground. Besides that one second instance of his power kicking in, Majima felt like he had to go relatively easy on the Dragon of Dojima. Letting out a disappointed sigh, he walked over and crouched down to get a better look at Kiryu's face, lifting the other man's head closer to make eye contact.


    ❝ The hell was that, Kiryu-chan? Don't tell me that was your best after making me wait for that damn long!? ❞ It was clear that Majima was a tad annoyed that Kiryu was this bad right out of prison. He couldn't even consider that a win for himself since it was like Kiryu was leagues below him anyways.

    ❝ I didn't plan to lose... you were just... too much. ❞ Kiryu managed to breathe out, picking himself into a sitting position on the ground. That was a clear point, Majima did let himself go just a bit enough for him to practically throw Kiryu at a wall with that much strength. Not like he'll spill the beans to Kiryu on that case.

    ❝ Well, in the case, I'm going to help you pick up the slack! From now on, I'll be sure to be on your ass 24/7. Any moment you got, I'll be watching, and ready to fight ya like old times! Practice makes perfect, and you gotta get yourself back to your prime again so I don't get bored with ya. Y'know? ❞ He felt a tad selfish to even consider himself the sole person to train up Kiryu after all these years, and that he had a morbid curiosity to see if the other could keep up with whenever he let that demonic side of him take over even for a second. Then again, he expected Kiryu to decline the offer, since the idea of being stalked around town for a fight did seem like a bit much.

    ❝ F... fine. Deal, I might as well take any training method I can get. ❞ Something about Kiryu's response almost made Majima feel the need to do a double take. Oh god he was taking this seriously, even after realizing that this might as well be the worst idea to go through with a demonic power that could accidentally kill Kiryu if not contained correctly.

    Of course, Majima had to hide his doubts completely, or else he would have to dance around the subject if Kiryu happened to question the possibly off behavior.

    ❝ Sounds great then, Kiryu-chan! Don't you dare forget! Or I'll make you remember that you said yes to the training! ❞ Majima cheered happily, turning on his heel and beginning to walk away. That was the end of that, but before he could walk away and return to his private thoughts.

    ❝ ... thanks by the way, Majima-san. For greeting me back into Kamurocho. ❞ Kiryu's voice halted him for a second. Goddammit, why did he have to be this way when they literally fought each other for 97% of the time they're near each other.

    ❝ W... whatever floats your damn boat. ❞ The Mad Dog manages to reply without looking back at the other, then proceeding to walk away once more. Maybe this would put Majima's mind at ease with what's happened to him so far, and that he was getting closer little by little to saving Makoto. No matter what the cost.​

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