Title: Ojou Author: MK Pairing: Sawada Shin x Yamaguchi Kumiko Fandom: Gokusen Theme: #21, violence, pillage & plunder Disclaimer: I don't own Gokusen. I can't believe I only have ten more parts with which to finish this up! I can't believe there are still ten more to go WARNING, this chapter contains violence. There was a man at the front door who looked like an octopus. Not in a creepy way, but more like a stylized, cartoon octopus, the kind they drew on packages of rice cakes to indicate flavour. "Er" It was a good thing Minoru had stepped in behind him. "Oh! Tenkai-kouchou! Please come in!" This was the boss of the Tenkai Kumi? The man who owned the scary Yakuza house he had first seen Yankumi in costume outside of? For someone with so much weight and power, his appearance was unusual. The room that he had come to associate with watching yakuza movies on Thursdays and eating hotpot in once a week had suddenly become very formal. Oji-san sat straight-backed and serious across from the Tenkai-Boss, Kumiko and Kyo on either side of him, Shin just behind Kyo. Tetsu and Minoru held back respectfully by the doorway. The smaller man bowed deeply. "Kumi-chan told me we were like family, and it is true we have always had strong association with each other," he began. "I am sure, Kuroda Ryuuichirou, that you have heard the Nekomata have recently disbanded." Disbanded? That was good news. Even after being nearly completely dismantled by the Ooedo group, fragments of the Nekomata had loitered, uselessly cluttering up the space between territories and making messes for the other groups to clean up. "The Tenkai-Kumi are going to take over a sizeable chunk of the old territory and would like to request your help." He bowed deeply again, and Oji- san nodded. "The Ooedo group will assist you in exchange for acknowledged control of the area of Shirokin Gakuen." The Tenkai-kouchou nodded in return. "Agreed." There was a shaking of hands, and then a very sudden dissipation of all seriousness. The two men broke out into grins, and the Tenkai- Kouchou removed his sunglasses (his eyes did not match his face at all, Shin found) and hugged Kumiko with no small amount of back-slapping. "Your grandfather is such a softie for you, taking over the territory of your school, eh, Kumi-chan~?" Yankumi grinned in return. "Just as soft as you!" For the first, but not final time that day, Shin felt as if he had stepped into something foreign. The second time would be the moment he stepped into the salon. She had a magazine clipping (slightly worn) of a famous actress playing a Yakuza Ane-san. "Can we help you?" The woman at the counter looked slightly bewildered by the very casual Yankumi in pigtails and Shin in jeans. "Yes, I need to be made up like this," she slid the magazine page across the counter, "and he needs to be made up like a young Kumi member." The woman did a double take, but Yankumi didn't blink. He had the sudden feeling of going back in time and seeing her early on that day when they had met outside the Tenkai Kumi office. It was disconcerting. While they waited, thumbing through magazines, he asked, "Why am I dressing up again?" "Oji-san has asked us both to come, partly to introduce you to these events, partly to show solidarity." He knew that, but to dress up as though it were halloween seemed strange. They started on her long before him. She had brought with her a formal outfit and a pair of sunglasses, but simply doing her hair and the complicated make-up took longer than anything they did to him. He watched indirectly though the mirror as they pulled, straightened and bundled her hair, drying sections of it, smoothing it into place. When they began to powder her skin white, he was taken away to be scrubbed. They debated over his hair colour, which he had to firmly tell them several times to leave be, before thoroughly washing his hair and experimenting with him on the adjustable chair. Slicked back but loose? Slicked back with a pony- tail? Loose and a little bit wild? In the end they went with the second option, and it felt strange. There was a weird pressure at the base of his skull where the hair pulled tight, and his skin felt greasy with whatever they had put on him to keep the style smooth and segmented. He was just lucky they let him dress himself. But it was definitely worth it. Maybe a year ago he hadn't been fully capable of appreciating it. Normally she was beautiful, even in her bright red sweat-suit, or just in shorts and a tank top, but this was a different kind of beauty. Not the kind of thing he would like to see her in all the time (if he felt gross, he was sure she did) but elegant nonetheless. She felt far above him somehow. She slipped her sunglasses on as they exited the store, where Tetsu and Minoru had the car waiting. "Ojou!" "Ou!" The third time was somewhere in the middle of the meeting. He hadn't felt strange being in a room full of the local Yakuza bosses because, frankly, he was living with one of the most powerful clans and interested in Yankumi. He hadn't felt odd when they had discussed territory and profit and business because it was the familiar work of his Senator father, who wasn't exactly an ideal person. It hadn't even been when what he hoped were the last of the (incredibly stupid) Nekomata members had burst into the room with knives to hand, because he had seen enough violence before. It had been the moment Kyo had mercilessly turned the knife around in the hand of one of their attackers and stabbed it back into his stomach. The Nekomata member's jaw had gone slack at the same time his blood and excrement had seeped out into his clothing. Kyo twisted the knife once, sharply, and the man fell dead to the floor. Others present had quickly taken care of the few remaining attackers, and Yankumi had barely twitched. Oji-san and a few of the other higher-ups gestured vaguely and several of the lowest members present took to removing and disposing of the bodies. Talks continued. Shin was uncomfortably aware of the blood and fluid on the floor behind him; of the look on that man's face as he had died, and the look on Kyo'sunforgiving, cold. This was the same man who cried over cheesy movies? Whom he trained with on a daily basis and had received a ridiculous nickname from? Shin had been in fights before, but he had never seen someone killed.
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