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★★★★☆ week 3. saturday. mizuki.
[ that was. a lot.
after results are announced, majima retires to the parlor. there's only one reason he's here, and it isn't the alcohol.
he sits down at a table, lights another cigarette, and waits. ]
after results are announced, majima retires to the parlor. there's only one reason he's here, and it isn't the alcohol.
he sits down at a table, lights another cigarette, and waits. ]
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Haha. I'll admit, I was surprised when I walked in and you didn't have a glass of sake. No offense.
[ maybe a little, but like, considering he was sitting in the bathtub guzzling beer the other day, they feel justified. It's a simple drink to make, so it won't take them long, and they don't do any of their fancy moves from that first meeting, either. ]
But... at least you're not cursed. We've got enough to worry about, don't we?
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[ he lets himself slouch and recline into his seat, so that his head rests atop the back and he's staring at the ceiling. the smoke from his cigarette drifts up lazily as he absentmindedly flips the cap of his lighter. ]
Ya gonna stay over there all night or what?
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[ don't rush perfection, Majima!! No, they finish shortly after, and, to his credit, his nudging keeps them from lingering over behind the bar debating on what to do. They stride over and take a seat next to him rather than across from him, a glass of deep red liquid in one hand; they take a sip and wrinkle their nose just the slightest bit. ]
In any case, they're a little bit wrong. Whether it was an accident or not, you've gotten most of the people here on your side. That's why you're not getting hit. There's an intelligence in being able to play the field that way. [ a surprisingly honest response for something that was probably an offhanded comment, but Mizuki's curious about how much of that behavior of his is purposeful. ] ... Well, either way, I'm as surprised about myself. I meant what I said on Thursday, about being in trouble...
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Haw? You're really willin' to give me that much credit? Bold words comin' from you, Mizucchi... keep complimentin' me like that an' ya won't be able to get rid of me. [ he laughs... they're sharp. sure, he's always known this, thanks to the confidence they carry themself with during trials! but it takes a special kind of perceptiveness to realize there might be a method to majima's madness, that maybe he's not as much of an idiot as he comes off as.
like, to be fair, some of it is genuine dumbassery. but only some. (he will legitimately carry his grudge against itachi's crow until he dies for real.)
... he exhales, as if letting out a puff of smoke. old habit. ]
I meant what I said Thursday, too, by the way. Ya don't have to worry about me makin' other plans this week.
[ the next time mizuki takes a sip of their drink, they may notice a subtle change in its taste... well, they won't taste much of anything at all anymore! because it's now water. lmao. it only lasts for that one sip, though—any further attempts will lead them to discover the drink regained its composition as they had originally made it. ]
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In other words, I really won't be able to get rid of you, compliments or not? Well, at least my guilt trip worked.
[ they're joking, they weren't guilt-tripping him. On purpose. Very much. Even if they suspect he's playing up his goofy personality (moreso after his indirect response there), they're also quite convinced a lot of it is real. He cares a lot about people. Including Mizuki, in spite of how squirrelly they are. Which is nice. Maybe they just like having someone give a damn without doubting them. ]
I'm not sure it will make much of a difference, though. Apparently, you'll stay dead asleep after curfew, even if someone comes in and fires a round. [ they pause to take a drink, at which point the second half of their thought is firmly interrupted as they taste water and make a confused squeaking sound. They were sure they mixed this properly -- they take a second sip, and it's back to normal. Mizuki stares at the glass for a second, then over at Majima, eyes narrowing suspiciously. ]
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Holy shit—did ya just squeak?!
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Did you just use your weird power to mess with my drink?! Don't do that, please.
[ it's rude, and also, he can just use his power without getting permission from Indulgence first?! Unbelievable, and also unfair, but they suppose theirs takes more effort because it's more complicated. More importantly, they are alarmed by the fact that any liquid they have around him is potentially fair game to get turned into literally anything. They're not worried about him doing anything dangerous. They are worried he'll use it to prank them. ]
I was going to ask if you were okay, but if you have the energy for this, you can't be doing that badly...
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but nah. all he's done with it so far is either turn water into booze or try to woo mizuki. fuckin awful. ]
Relax, I'm just messin' with ya! [ he nudges their shoulder playfully after they chide him. his laughter now is more free-spirited than the flirtatious smirks he's been giving them lately. ] What, would ya rather I kept mopin' about whatever the hell we went through today?
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I refuse to believe there's no middle ground between moping and ruining my hard work, [ protests Mizuki playfully. It's like the simplest cocktail ever, but that's besides the point! It's the principle of the thing! ] But, fair enough. I was having a hard time figuring out how I was going to cheer you up, anyway.
[ If he didn't come here to drink, then he came here to see them, right? He's laughing now, so they suppose they already succeeded. ]
Well, anyway... Like I was saying, it sounds like the curfew would keep you from interfering if someone really did decide to come after me. So you don't need to clear out your date schedule for me. [ a slightly theatrical sigh. ] I thought I was being clever, getting the scary, musclebound yakuza to look after me, too...
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Hey, be honest with me—were ya ever actually scared of me?
[ he realizes it's kind of a silly question. they've just described exactly what an average person would think of him at a first glance, after all. but... ]
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No, I don't think so. If you want my honest thoughts... I remember thinking "oh, this guy looks like trouble." But that's all. By the time I had proof about what you were, [ they gesture mildly at his tattoos as they speak, ] I'd already been talking to you too much to think that was scary. Not that I'm the type who'd get spooked by something like that, anyway.
[ they tilt their head towards him, wondering what he's getting at. ]
Disappointed?
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[ a beat passes, then he collapses back into his seat and lets out a laugh that's more like a bark. ]
Haw... look at me, spoutin' all this shit completely sober! [ he glances over at them, his smile crooked. ] What other ideas did ya have in mind to try an' cheer me up?
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[ maybe not people thinking they're bad news -- but if he's just talking about people having weird assumptions about them based on appearance, well... they're accustomed to that, even if it bounces right off of them, by this point. ]
Hey, I said I was having a hard time thinking of something! Don't put me on the spot. You're supposed to say something like "your company is good enough for me, Mizucchi!" [ Mizuki leans back a little, twirling a lock of hair around their finger as they think. ] Hmmm... I can tell you I don't think you're a bad person. How about that?
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[ he's back to genuine laughter this time. he appreciates that they don't linger on his tangent, that they just acknowledge it as being something neither of them really wants to spend too much time on.
it's relieving.
... but then they continue, and he draws himself closer to them. still in his own seat, but enough to sort of begin to encroach their space, and enough to warrant a lower, teasing tone. ]
If that's what ya can tell me... does that mean there's somethin' ya can't?
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No? I just meant it was an option for cheering you up. Do you think I'm keeping secrets from you, Majima-kun?
[ They are. Including one that they think would piss him off considerably. But that's exactly why they're secrets - they don't want to interrupt this, whatever this is, this tension. He's not just someone they could make some use of in this competition anymore; he's someone they like having around, who makes them laugh, and that they'd rather not disappoint. Someone who, for some ungodly reason, they keep thinking about. Maybe they were hoping they'd see him tonight. Hadn't they been a little happy, when they walked in the door and spotted him sitting there?
Or maybe that's just the alcohol settling in without dinner. ]
I know - I could hold your hand again. Would that make you feel better? You held on for a pretty long time before...
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... but he'd already resolved, hadn't he? no matter how their situation had turned out, he could never stay in her life. he never planned to. it's too dangerous, to live beside majima goro, and she's already been through so much. mizuki, on the other hand, has a better idea of who majima is, and has played along with his boorish jokes and teasings while providing just as much return fire.
also, he's a young and healthy man, either one of them could die this week, and mizuki is hot as hell (even if they have no ass of which to speak).
he does not answer; he just reaches for their hand, if they'll let him. ]
Mizucchi. Wanna do somethin' real fuckin' stupid?
i hate you leave mizuki's butt alone
Weren't you listening before? I don't do stupid things, Majima-kun. I think everything through.
[ they snake their gloved fingers through his without hesitation this time, setting down their near-empty glass with their other hand. ]
... Including you.
[ it's not like they're in love with him - they're not. This isn't the time or the place for love. But it's not nothing, either, and they're not going to pretend otherwise. They lean in just a little, violet hair slipping from their shoulder as they give him a dry smile. ]
What do you want?
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he almost can't believe what's happening right now, that this drop dead gorgeous person—who, by all means, should be way out of his league—is willingly showing interest in him. him! sure, they are perhaps only a single step above ships passing in the night, but as they entwine their fingers with his, he remembers something someone important to him once told him—
"yakuza dyin' early is all part of the deal. so fuck the consequences... and blaze your path on your own terms."
so... who gives a shit? this is a choice he's making. it's a choice they're making.
PEOPLE ARE DYING BUT MIZUMAJI IS REAL!!!!!!!!!! ]
Ya want me to answer that seriously or politely?
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[ they don't BUY IT, majima!! Not that they intend to give him much time to answer, anyway. They reach their free hand out and place it against his neck, pulling him towards them so they don't have to lean out of their chair quite as far to reach his dumb, one-eyed face and finally kiss him, like they should have done 20 minutes ago - like they knew they were going to the moment they walked in the door and saw him there. Part of them was trying to run from it, but in the back of their mind, they knew it, and they knew alcohol sure as hell wasn't going to stop it, either.
Damn it all.
For all their bullying, Mizuki is surprisingly soft and ginger with him; it's brief, experimental, and when they pull back, they look him in the eye, fingers curling into his hand. ]
I'm being serious.
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and just like that, they're gone again, and he can feel his heart beating so hard it's like he's a teenage boy falling for an upperclassman for the very first time.
fuckin nerd.
he breathes out, unsteadily, as he resists every urge to just kiss them again, deeper this time. goddamn it. ]
Ya got me all fired up, but I respect ya enough to not have fun with ya right away, especially in public. [ a beat, then he leans in close to their ear, tucking some of their hair behind. ] Unless you're into that.
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-- Oh, yeah! We're in public! Uwah, that was dangerous.
[ what if someone walked in and saw them kissing him?! Their cool image would be totally ruined. (They don't actually care that much, but.) They got a little too used to thinking of this place as their room, maybe. Mizuki turns to look at the door, brow furrowing a little. ]
Mm... I don't think anyone else will come in here this late at night... But the doors don't lock, either... That's kind of troublesome...
[ amazing how they can switch from sexy back into silly at the drop of a hat, but here we are ]
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Haw... just sit yer pretty ass down for a sec, will ya?
[ disentangling himself from them, he rises from his seat and hurriedly begins to move some of the tables and chairs around the parlor, stacking them so as to block the door. it doesn't look like it takes too much effort, but given that he's already pretty hot and bothered thanks to them, he manages to build up a little bit of a sweat... (glistenin tiddies)
once he's satisfied with the makeshift barricade, he hauls himself back over to them. he's a little out of breath from the hustling... ]
If someone still manages to come in, I'll knock 'em out before ya can even tell me to stop.
[ ... but he thinks it's a little charming. ]
i changed my mind anyway
Hahaha. You're so eager, Majima-kun.
[ they think it's cute, though. Only once he's finished and coming back over does Mizuki decide to get up. They only reach up to around his chin, even with their shoes on, but they have a giant's confidence, as usual - they rest a hand against his chest (somewhat appreciatively) and smirk, leaning in close once more. ]
I'm flattered. You must really like me, huh?
[ men are usually a little more nervous around them, they've found, but he doesn't seem worried... only unfortunate in the sense that they can't tease him about it. ]
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[ feeling the leather of their gloves against his skin sends a chill down his spine, and he cups one hand behind their head to dip down into another kiss, resting the other at their hip. this kiss is far less chaste than the first, with him hungrily attempting to push his tongue past their lips.
whether or not they're receptive to this sudden carnality is quickly made moot, though, as he releases their side and instead reaches for their wrist. ]
Lose the gloves, will ya?
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The gloves, really... They sigh dramatically, slipping their wrist away from his hand so they can tug it off with their own. ]
Impatient. [ if he thinks they're going to let him boss them around, he's got another thing coming. While they pinch the glove of their other hand between their teeth and pull it off, Mizuki closes the distance between them even more, pushing their leg between his; they tuck the discarded gloves into their back pocket (those are too nice to toss on the floor) and gently take his face into their hands, almost chidingly. ] I'm not going anywhere else tonight, you know.
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After all my work here? Woulda been a lil' pissed if ya were.
[ and with that, he sweeps them off their feet and lifts them, coaxing their legs to wrap around his waist in one smooth waltz-like motion. (he really only does so to emphasize his body being able to support them all by itself, and to give them a chance to visually and physically appreciate it.) after solidly holding them aloft for a few seconds, he secures his hold on them and gently falls back into the chair they'd been sitting in before. the seat is still warm from before they left it, and he makes sure they're in a comfortable position in his lap before cupping their ass with both hands.
... for as much of a degenerate he's making himself out to be now, though, he cranes his neck up to look at their face and ask in a surprisingly soft voice with a matching expression, ]
Ya sure about this, Mizucchi?
[ he is a gentleman, deep down. ]
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Their hands immediately want to wander to his chest, his back, however far those tattoos stretch; they pause when he speaks to them again in such a gentle tone again out of the blue, reminding them why they're in this position at all, and wind their arms around his neck, instead, at least for a moment. He's sweet - so sweet, for looking so scary. And they've got a soft spot for him. ]
I'm sure, [ they reply. It would be easy to tease him again, but they don't this time - his caring is genuine. ] Are you? You might not get what you're expecting.
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at their question, though, he frowns a little. how could they think he'd still be having second thoughts now?! brow furrowed, his tone turns husky again, closer to his normal thuggish register. ]
Ya think I give a shit about somethin' like that at this point?
[ he runs his hands over their bottom to emphasize his resolve, then traces a path up their body to the collar of their shirt. once again, it takes an amazing amount of self-restraint not to just tear it open like he does whenever he undresses, but he knows how much they value their outfits. but undoing their buttons gently lets him explore the body that's been just out of his grasp until this very moment.
of course, that's only if they let him. he may only have one eye, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be able to see if they react negatively in any way. ]
I want ya, Ioti Mizuki, an' that's that.
[ with that, he leans up to kiss at their neck, his mouth traveling up their jawline, his fingers continuing to learn their body. his hands are, unsurprisingly, heavily callused, as is his own skin, covered in hundreds of years old scars from his shoulders to his back to his abdomen. it's painfully clear, especially this close, that majima goro has been through a lot in his life, but he hopes it doesn't matter to them. ]
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Mizuki's the one to grab his wrist this time, elegant fingers guiding his hand away from the buttons to help them untie the ribbon at their collar while they can't quite see. They can feel the history written into his skin right under their fingertips. There's a lot about him they still don't know, they think. Maybe this is stupid for entirely different reasons - they don't know what kind of awful things could be in his past. They only know him the way he is now. But it feels like enough. He makes them comfortable, he makes them smile. He wants them. ]
Good, [ they murmur, because they're pretty damn sure they want him, too.
(mizuki route unlocked) ]