Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Keito-centric, with some side Ariyama, and more pairings to come
Rating: PG-13, for some scenes of violence ^-^
Genre: A little bit of everything, except smut. No smut, sorry~
Disclaimer: They all own each other. I own nothing~
Summary: Johnny Kitagawa head of the Kitagawa Yakuza Group, dies. Yes, he's dead. Now, Okamoto Kenichi takes over, and forces his son, Okamoto Keito into the Heisei Kumi, a subunit of the group; to learn and make himself a proper yakuza. Poor Keito didn't know what he was getting himself into...
A/N: Shoon comes into the story! Yay~
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4 It took Keito weeks to get used to eating dinner with the rest of the boys. At some point during that time span, Keito walked down the stairs, and into a heated argument. Takaki and Ryutaro had each other by their shirt collars, looks of fury on both of their faces.
"You're wrong." Takaki's voice was deadly calm, but Ryutaro snarled "Just because you can't handle the truthー" Takaki let out a yell, and Keito was suddenly afraid. He jumped between the two boys, and Takaki's fist connected with Keito's chest, the force pushing him into the coffee table, and onto the ground, knocking the wind out of him.
"WHAT THE HELL?!? Ryutaro yelled, staring at Keito as though he was from Mars. Takaki just stood there, stunned.
"What was that for, you bastard?!" Ryutaro rounded on Keito, still angry, before storming out of the room. Takaki gave Keito a quick glance before leaving the house completely, slamming the door on his way out. Keito lay there, gasping for air, until Yabu found him, pulling him to his feet and immediately beginning to check Keito over for injuries.
"Ryu said Takaki punched you." The young man said, pulling Keito's shirt off, and inhaling sharply in surprise.
"What?" Keito asked, worried now.
"Takaki didn't hold back when he socked you, brat." Yabu told him
"You're already bruising."
Yabu went to get some ice, and Keito wandered to the closest bathroom, flicking on the light to inspect his new injury. It was impressive, black marks blooming where each of Takaki's knuckles had hit him, the area surrounding them red and enflamed, sure to develop into more bruised flesh.
"Here." Yabu said, finding Keito and handing him a zip lock bag full of ice. Keito spent the rest of the day laying around, icing his bruise. That night, during dinner, Yabu forced Ryutaro and Takaki to tell the rest of them about what had happened, and after forcing Keito to show them the bruise he had sustained, which was now an amazing mass of various shades of purple and black, he announced that he thought Keito needed to be taught how to fight.
"Is the show over yet, Yabuchii?" Hikaru asked, the expression on his face saying that he was ready to get past this matter and eat his meal.
"No. Almost." Yabu said, before surprising everyone with his last statement.
"I think you should teach the brat, Hika." Hikaru gave him a blank stare.
"No. Why the hell should I teach that bastard anything?"
"You are the best, Hika." Inoo said.
"Yeah, you taught me." Ryutaro agreed.
"I only took over teaching you when...when the Kumi-cho was busy." Hikaru protested, getting angry.
"I'm not teaching that son-of-a...." Hikaru stopped himself. "...anything, and that's final."
Arguments broke out, and Keito was afraid; if things continued like this someone was going to get hurt.
"OI!" Chinen’s high pitched voice rang above the din, and everyone fell silent.
"Hikaru, you will teach the brat how to fight. You are responsible for getting him in condition for when we raid the Wakaba. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
Chinen swept his gaze over the rest of them, daring them to challenge his decision.
And so Keito's fight training began.
On the first day Hikaru simply dragged Keito outside and into the alley, and said
"Punch me."
Keito did, concentrating hard.
"Okay...now this time don't break your wrist. Keep a solid line. Again." Hikaru said, and in this manner their lessons began; one hour of offense, and one hour of defense, the second hour leaving Keito bruised and sore. After about the first week Hikaru had made a dummy out of wood, pillows, and a basketball, which he gave to Keito, impressing upon him the need to practice with it. Keito’s days were now very busy. He spent the mornings sitting out a couple of blocks from home, playing his guitar for the change of passerby. After lunch he had swindling lessons with Yuto, and sometimes Yamada, and fighting lessons with Hikaru, until dinner, after which he would practice with the dummy until past nightfall, his knuckles often scabbed or bleeding and wrapped in a bandage. Slowly but surely, he began to improve.
On one of these days, he was out in the morning, playing his guitar at a cafe, when he noticed a girl about his age watching him discreetly. He pretended not to notice, and soon she sat down, not even bothering to hide her stares anymore. After the song he had been playing ended, he turned to look at her properly. She was rather plain looking, with short hair and a tiny frame, an expensive looking camera hung from its strap around her neck.
"Hi." He said, smiling, not really knowing what to expect. He had never had someone sit and listen to him play before.
"Hi. What's your name?" She asked, a small blush tinting her cheeks.
"Tsubasa....Tsubasa Sakurai." Keito lied, remembering what Yuto had told him: never use your own name. She smiled.
"I'm Hana Ohkura."
"Yoroshiku." He said warmly, and her smile got bigger.
"I was wondering, Sakurai-kun, if I could take some pictures of you playing your guitar. You just look so...wonderful, if you wouldn't mind....?" She said, fingering her camera. Keito put on his best grin.
"Of course you can. I'm honored that someone would...I've never...I mean..." Keito was at a loss for words, so he simply shut up. She giggled at his flustered expression, and he went back to playing his guitar, trying not to notice as she snapped away, sometimes asking him to pose differently for her. Yuto would have been proud; he was perfect. He flirted a bit, making funny faces, and playing Sekai no Hitotsu ni dake no Hana for her, smiling and laughing with her, making her feel special. He did this for an hour or so, leaving the cafe with Hana Ohkura's number in his pocket, having told her he wanted to see the pictures, and her, once she had developed them.
He returned to the house a bit earlier than usual, his heart racing in his chest as he thought of what he had done...he had succeeded! He had his first target in sight, and it was basically effortless. Suddenly, a horrible wave of disgust washed over him. The thought that he was going to take this girl, leach off of her and lie to her, and then disappear without a goodbye, was repulsing. Is that who he wanted to become? He didn't even have a 'thing' for girls! Disturbed, and angry with himself, he took the scrap of paper with Hana's number on it out of his pocket, and rummaged around in a drawer, until he found a lighter. He was just about to set the paper aflame, when a question crossed his mind, causing him to pause.
How was he going to pay for his keep? How was he going to live here if he couldn't pay for himself; if he couldn't, or wouldn't manipulate these girls? Did he really have much choice in the matter?
Yes. He would find some way. And with that, he set the phone number on fire, watching as it burned, strengthening his resolve, and he felt a twinge of sadness. He wished he could have been friends with Hana Ohkura, she seemed like a nice, interesting person. With that completed, he found Yuto, and told him that he didn't want to learn how to swindle anymore. Yuto was a bit upset, and he pestered Keito for a reason. At length, Keito found himself telling Yuto all about his meeting of Hana Ohkura. Yuto listened, intrigued, to Keito’s first swindling account, through how Keito had felt afterwards, to when he burnt the phone number. Once Keito had finished, they both fell silent. Keito was sure Yuto would be angry, and would yell and huff, before leaving, annoyed. Instead, Yuto said thoughtfully
"I never looked at it like that...I never thought of them as people, they're just tools, or beings, like a grocery store, or something...to me."
With that, Yuto wandered away, still deep in thought. They stopped having their lessons, although Keito found that he still hung out with Yuto just as much as he had been before. Keito spent his free time going to cafes and other places, asking to be the evening entertainment; he would sing and play his guitar, to earn money so that he could pay his dues. When he wasn't doing this, he spent more time than ever before on his fighting technique, waking up before the sun did, and staying out until Takaki and Yabu would leave to go clubbing. Soon, this became routine, and bit by bit he got stronger.
One of these mornings, he rolled out of bed, ate a small breakfast of rice and eggs, and went out to the alley and began practice with his dummy as usual, when he felt he was being watched. He stopped, glancing around, but no one was there. The feeling eventually left him, and the rest of the day continued normally, until that night, after dinner, when it washed over him again. He pretended not to notice, continuing to practice with his dummy, while secretly searching the shadows with his peripheral vision. A barely detectable shift in a shadow by the corner of a building caught his eye, and he lunged, punching at the thing. His hand hit nothing, but in the dodge, the thing that had been standing there had moved out of his hiding place, and into view. It was a person, a man, in a suit. Keito couldn't get a good look at him, because the man returned Keito’s attack with one of his own, and a fight ensued...if you could call it that. Quite frankly, the man had Keito on the pavement unable to move in a matter of seconds, without punching him once.
"Who are you?" Keito managed to get out, attempting to pull himself to his feet.
"Shoon. Yamashita Shoon. And you are?" The man asked, offering Keito a hand, and helping him up.
"Tsubasa Sakurai."
Now that Keito was standing, he found himself looking down at the man, not up. He was rather short. Not as short as Chinen, he fell somewhere between Daiki and Hikaru. In the fading sunlight, Keito examined the man's face. He was striking, young, with huge, soul searching doe eyes, lips like flower petals, and strong cheekbones that gave him a silent, strong look.
"If you're Tsubasa Sakurai, then I'm Mickey Mouse. C'mon, what's your real name?"
Keito blushed. The man had seen through him immediately.
"Okamoto Keito."
"What're you doing out in a place like this, Okamoto?" Yamashita asked, leaning against the building. Keito avoided the question, instead turning it on the man.
"What are you doing here?" He tried to act tough and scary, like Hikaru did whenever someone asked a dumb question.
"Going home. I commute every day. I got off work early today, and I saw you, so I stopped to watch." Shoon explained, as though it were obvious. Keito decided this made perfect sense.
"How'd you do that?" He asked, referring to how quickly Shoon had defeated him.
"I'll show you." the short man said, slipping off his business jacket, and loosening his tie.
Shoon explained that he had used a mix of the type of fighting that Keito was being taught by Hikaru, and knowledge of pressure points to defeat Keito. Shoon showed Keito how he did it, explaining it to him and training him, and Keito found that Shoon was an amazing teacher. They sparred into the night, both obviously enjoying themselves, until their little world was shattered by the sound of a door opening down the alley. Keito turned, and recognized the silhouettes of Yabu and Takaki. He looked back to where Shoon had been, and the young man was gone. He searched, but his new Aniki was nowhere to be found. Dejected, he went inside, his thoughts consumed by the short young man with the big, captivating eyes.
The next day he waited out, looking for Shoon, and his waiting wasn't in vain. Soon he walked by, and Keito attempted to sneak up on him, but he attempt failed, and Shoon beat him as he had the night before.
"Why'd you leave?" Keito asked, after the little fight was over. Shoon sent him a half-smile, but didn't respond; instead he set his brief case down, and slipped off his business jacket. He wore a black button up shirt underneath that, combined with his black tie, slacks, and shoes caused him to be nearly invisible, the only thing keeping him in Keito's vision was his pale skin, which seemed to glow in the moonlight.
"Are you ready to learn, Okamoto-kun?" The young man asked, and with that they sparred again, Yamashita coaching him through it as they fought, telling him to block faster, attack harder, think, as they moved. Afterward Keito was exhausted, and they sat in the alley, talking a bit. He learned Shoon was a lawyer, and he lived on his own. He told Shoon a bit about himself, that he played guitar, and lived in a house with nine other people. Shoon didn't ask many questions. Once again, when Yabu and Takaki came out, Yamashita disappeared, fading into the shadows with ninja-like skill.
It soon became a routine for them, the fighting practice, and the small talk. The more Keito learned the more he liked about Shoon; and he found himself thinking about his nightly visitor more and more often. Now that Keito had two teachers, he was improving at a rapid pace, and everyone noticed.
"Your muscles are filling out fast." Yuto told him one day, after he got out of the shower. "I coulda sworn it was last week that you didn't have a six pack." Hikaru was, despite himself, obviously growing to like Keito, rarely ever calling him brat, or bastard anymore, and even giving him the rare smile. Keitos popularity as a guitarist was improving as well, and he got an offer for a steady weekend job as nighttime entertainment at a small bar. He saved the money he earned, and managed to pay his dues easily. For a few weeks all was well, Keito was happy, and it seemed like everything would be peaceful. But, peace doesn't last long when you're a member of the yakuza.
It was late, and Keito was tired, his guitar case in his hand as he returned home from his night job, when he entered the house with a quiet
"Tadaima."
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Daiki shoved Keito up against the door, a wild look in his eye that Keito hadn't seen in a while.
"I-I was o-out, p-p-playing..." Keito’s voice trailed off.
"It doesn't matter where he was." Inoo snarled, walking in.
"You're missing the meeting. C'mon, brat." There was a harsh tone in Inoo's voice that surprised Keito. Usually, even in more serious conversation Inoo was a light, casual person, that would almost always be smiling. Now he was frowning, brows furrowed, and he sent Keito a glare Keito didn't think he'd earned. The three returned to the kitchen, where Chinen, Hikaru, Yamada, Ryutaro, and Yuto were sitting around the table. Inoo and Daiki took their seats, and Chinen gave Keito a look that said "Sit the hell down, you're late, you @$%#."
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