Read Yato the yakuza :: Troubles

The office was quiet, that day. Only occasional buzzes could be heard, but no one dared raise their voices. And Yato certainly wouldn't have been the first to break the ice. And incredibly, not even Daijiro.

"Yato? Are you ok?" he whispered while typing quickly on their computer.

"Uh?" and the yakuza raised his head, previously resting on his arm. "Ah yeah, yeah." and began fiddling with a pen on the desk.

"You just seem... tired." And the other turned around.

"I'm not, it's just-" he sighed. "Dude, what a mess."

"Eh, I know." Daijiro rocked back and forth in his chair, looking at him sideways. "You shouldn't have intervened."

"Yeah... and now the boss is even mad about something."

And Daijiro lowered his voice even more, as if it were possible. "I know, right? I think something serious is going on, tho."

"So, you're telling me it's not just a bad mood?" Yato asked, tilting his head.

"No. When it's personal, he doesn't let his anger rage on his underlings."
"You're right." Yato pointed out.
Daijiro resumed work, but Yato could not find peace and concentrate.

He was about to turn to face Daijiro, but a door slammed hard.

The boss's office's.

"Mr. Yoshida! You have a new assignment!" someone called him, Daijiro.

Daijiro stiffened and stood up silently.

"Don't worry man, you can do this." and he followed him with his eyes, as his friend entered the room that rarely housed employees, scared.

"Stay still, Toshiaki. I got this." Noriaki reassured him, disinfecting a wound on his chest.

"Ah-!" Toshiaki reacted to contact with the liquid, making a few drops fall to the ground.

"S-sorry..."

"Don't worry, sunshine." Noriaki placed a hand on his chest, to keep his back arched down.

"Okay, I'll fix your blindfold aaand... done." He ran his hand through his hair, and invited the other to get up.

Toshiaki got up quickly, and went to a mirror and opened a drawer.

Noriaki backed away.

"I can cover your shift tonight if you want, since I finished mine half an hour ag-"

"No, you don't have to do this." Toshiaki answered, cold, but with resentment from his throat.

"Toshi, sweetheart. Do you need a tissue?" Noriaki sat in an armchair, watching the blond boy put on his make-up in front of the mirror.

A steady trickle falling on the edge of the piece of furniture he was leaning on could be heard, but from that angle he wasn't sure exactly where the blood was still flowing even after minutes of medication.

"No, Noriaki, don't worry. I'm fine."

Noriaki sighed, and stood up.

"Are you sure?"
"..."

A loud thud could be heard.

Noriaki fell silent, and Toshiaki let out a loud sob.

"Why do you want to help me so badly!? I told you, I'm fine!"
"No you're not," Noriaki interrupted him, making the other's back end up against the mirror.
"I'm worried about you, sunshine." Noriaki's eyelashes were long, in front of his face. "You used to be so joyful some months ago, what happened?"
The blonde was visibly confused by the physical proximity, and didn't quite know what to say. "I just... you know... fights."
Noriaki's expression darkened, and he pressed his forearm against the wall over the other's head. Their bodies pressed closer.
"Nori-" Toshiaki stammered faintly.
"It was your boyfriend, right?" He whispered.
"W-What!?"
The shorter of the two pushed his hands against the other's chest to push him away, in vain. In response, uncovering her arms, she revealed more bruises that Noriaki hadn't noticed before.
He grabbed his arms gently, but with determination.
"He did this."
Toshiaki stiffened: "That's not-"
"Toshiaki, look at me." Toshiaki, almost scared, slowly lifted his head, accompanied by two of Noriaki's fingers under his chin.

The other's face got closer, and their lips met.

Their... lips met?
Toshiaki instinctively broke the kiss.

"U-Uh!?"
But the taller boy didn't give up.
"I can give you whatever that motherfucker doesn't." he begun, gently taking Toshiaki's face among his fingers to look at him. "You can stay to my place and leave all this, I have two jobs and I can take care of everything. He won't find y-"
But he got interrupted when he felt sudden strong heat on the side of his face, and a loud slap.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Toshiaki's voice was broken. "I love my life the way it is!"
Noriaki stared blankly at him, placing a hand on his reddened cheek.
"And I love you."
"I- " Toshiaki slightly blushed, but avoided discussing that further. "I have to go!"
And taking what he needed, he adjusted his slightly smudged make-up and headed for the exit of the room.
"Please, consider my offer."
Toshiaki's hand stopped on the handle. "..." He sighed, and turned towards the boy. "I will, Noriaki." And left.

"Alright sissies, listen to me." Naoki ordered.

Everyone turned to him, and the boss climbed onto the battered table of the abandoned building.

"The rumor that an asshole not taller than 6 feet kicked our ass is spreading fast. The only way to regain our reputation is to ignore what happened and, in case that asshole came back, be... ready. "

"What do you mean, boss?" One of the motorbikers asked.

Naoki nodded to a lonely guy at the side of the room, who walked towards him in wide strides with a briefcase in his hand.

Naoki smiled sadistically, and grabbed the briefcase from his hands threwing it to the ground.

"By giving him back what he offered us." and with a kick he opened it, revealing its contents to everyone.
"Fire weapons!?" One of the many exclaimed. "We've never gone this far boss... we could get in serious trouble!

Naoki raised his head, and grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt.

"So what!? Are you scared or something? Do you think our meetings are a catechism lesson or some childish shit?" and with a powerful punch in his stomach, the other let himself fall onto the ground.
"Someone else here is... scared!?" and he started to laugh, with everyone following him not to piss him off. "We'll... we'll be the most powerful gang around here! Everyone will be scared. We are the best, I am the best! The most powerful!"
"Naoki! Naoki! Naoki!" Everyone shouted, cheering for him.

Once the evening was over, Yato sat outside the building on a fence, waiting for Daijiro. He still hadn't left the boss's room.

He wasn't afraid something had happened to him, but he could not understand what could be so important as to keep him there for several hours.

He began twirling his thumbs nervously, his hair slowly falling in locks to the side of his face.

He was about to get up and leave, when the door opened.

He whirled around, as few people were in the building then and there was a high probability it was him.
And in fact, it was.

"Daijiro! Are you ok?" Yato stood up.

Daijiro smiled, slightly nervous but definitely more relaxed than before.

"Yes, don't worry, Yato."
"You... have a new assignment?"
"Yeah, but I can't talk about it." Daijiro placed a hand on his shoulder, sighing.
Yato nodded in agreement.
"Then, wanna go grab-"
"Sorry Yato, I can't." and he walked away, without even saying goodbye.
What... the hell?