#☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

[shirokodomo]

Brothers [Yakuza AU]

November 12th

Awful day of that awful month. Only twelve days after his birthday.

Nowadays he didn’t celebrate his birthday, he didn’t tell anyone, no one needed to know. Only his little brother knew and only his little brother would wish a happy birthday; he was still a young child, too young to understand why Hakudoshi preferred to not celebrate it.

Why you ask? Because despite his messed up memory, he didn’t forget that day and he didn’t forget, either, that they were at the car on that fateful day because of a late birthday gift which he had insisted to have because...well...it was his birthday gift. Thus yes...Hakudoshi blamed himself for the accident, blamed himself for his parents’ deaths. If it hadn’t been for his childish request...demand...then the accident wouldn’t have happened, his parents would still be alive, they wouldn’t have gone live with their so called aunt, Akago would have had a normal childhood. Many things would have been different.

Violet eyes stared up at the night sky, sitting on the edge of the opened window, legs and feet hanging towards the outside emergency stairs. A cigarette closed in between his fingers. He had been highly emotional today, just like every year before this one, no he didn’t cry but he knew he was far more vulnerable...grumpier than usual, more annoyed, wanting to punch anyone that crossed his line.  Still he kept his promise and went to visit his parents’ graves, the only time of the year he entered the cemetery, removed the old flowers from the year before and replaced them with news one: white roses and violets, two of each. 

Innocence and Honesty. 

His mother’s favorite flowers. 

❝ Nii-san... ❞ the small, soft voice startled him for a short moment. He put out the cigarette before turning around, one leg moving to the inside of the house.

❝ I thought I put you to sleep an hour ago. ❞ the tone wasn’t an angry one, or that of a scold, more like...teasing..maybe. The little boy rubbed one of his eyes before shrugging, dragging his feet towards his brother, teddy bear dragging on the floor. Hakudoshi reached and picked him up, placing Akago on his lap ❝ What’s wrong? ❞

❝ ..I had a dream... ❞ blue eyes left his brother out of sight for a moment  ❝ With..mama and papa... ❞ Hakudoshi’s body tensed...well...it’s not like he could police the dreams his brother should have  ❝ I miss them.. ❞ it still surprised him how Akago was able to say he missed two people that had disappeared from his life when he was just a toodler...perhaps it was the photos..

❝ I know.. ❞

❝ Do you miss them too? ❞

Did he miss them? In all honesty...he didn’t know. Some memories he had of his parents had just...vanished after the accident because of the so called memory problem he had developed.     

❝ I do. ❞ A lie. But what was he supposed to say? No? Admit he didn’t remember much of them anymore? That he only visited their graves out of respect? He couldn’t say that to a child...he sighed ❝ Let’s get you back to bed, shall we? ❞  

Akago pouted ❝ Can’t I stay with you tonight? ❞ 

❝ You know the ru- ❞ he didn’t finish the sentence, Akago jumped off his lap and ran to his brother’s bed, pulled off the blankets and then hid under them. Hakudoshi sighed, was there even a point in trying to fight against a seven year old’s stubbornness at 11 PM? Probably not. Nor did he have the strength to do that right now.  The older brother got up, closed the window and headed to the bed, easily pulling off the blankets away from the child’s hold. He had his eyes closed but was not truly asleep, more like he was pretending and eventually, when he felt his brother’s eyes staring at him, opened his own. None of them said anything, Hakudoshi merely continued to stare at Akago with a raised eyebrow. Then he sighed, again, and sat down ❝ Just tonight, alright? ❞

The main reason Hakudoshi didn’t want Akago to get too used to sleeping in his bed was because of the times he received a night call and had to leave. If the boy happened to wake up and see his brother gone chances were...well Hakudoshi would return to a bawling child in the house or in the worst case, Akago would have run out of the house trying to look for him.

He didn’t want either options.

The little boy smiled big, something Hakudoshi hasn’t seen in a while and for a short moment caught him by surprise. Before he knew it, Akago had wrapped his small arms around his brother and was cuddling as much as he was able to right next to him. Slowly, and somehow hesitant, Hakudoshi placed a hand on the top of Akago’s head, patting it softly as he used to do when he was just a baby.

❝ I miss you, big brother... ❞ the child mumbled in a now sleepy voice, cradled by the calm touch of his brother’s hand. Hakudoshi paused for a short moment...he knew what Akago meant, they didn’t get to spend much time together ever since he entered the gang however to him it was a justifiable mean to an end...he was being able to provide the life his brother deserved through this job.

❝ You should sleep... ❞ only then did he realize...Akago was already sleeping, probably when Hakudoshi had lost himself in his thoughts, thinking of a way to excuse not spending enough time with his kid brother. The fast way he had fallen asleep so quick though...made the older brother wonder if all Akago really needed was to be next to him to be able to sleep...

Moving just slightly, so to not wake up Akago, he reached for the drawer of his bedside table, Hakudoshi opened it and from the inside pulled out a photo. His violet eyes stared at it for a small moment, something so simple and...peaceful portrayed in this piece of plasticized paper. A man, platinum blonde hair and violet eyes, a woman with long wavy rose-white hair and blue eyes. The man carrying a young child, same hair color as the woman but eyes like the man, while the woman held a small bundle in her arms, only the face of the sleeping infant was seen.

His family. Who they used to be. What they could have continued to be.

With his memory messed up since the accident, looking at this photo was the only way he was able to continue remembering the faces of his parents on a daily basis. Their names? Well...he was only able to recall them every year when he visited their graves. Being able to remember where their graves were helped of course, otherwise the visits to the cemetery would be pointless...

Akago wasn’t just his little brother, he was everything to him, the only being alive that tied Hakudoshi to his former life. To the life where he used to be...truly human and not a gang member who held no qualms about killing others without even blinking. Akago kept his humanity alive, if he were to lose him...

Then the humanity switch would be easy to turn off...    

#☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #yakuzazu #yakuzaau

[shirokodomo]

"You seem upset. Do you want something to eat?" ( yakuza )

The child trembled, more with the cold than with fear but the latter was there too. Trust no one but yourself, that had been his motto ever since he run away from his aunt’s house along with his brother and nothing else but a small backpack.

His hands held Akago close to him, the little boy’s head burying itself in his older brother’s chest but his eyes not leaving the woman out of sight. Hakudoshi looked suspicious, Akago looked scared.

But both were starving.

Hakudoshi was about to simply shake his head, maybe if he pretended that he wasn’t able to speak the woman would leave them be. They would be fine, they...they would manage without the help of anyone else, he thought. But then he felt Akago’s grip on his shirt tightening, head slightly raising towards him as he spoke

❝ Nii-san... ❞ his voice was small, weak and he didn’t need to add anything else for Hakudoshi to understand.

He couldn’t be selfish. This wasn’t just about him.

❝ ...Yes..we do.. ❞  

#adversitybloomed #☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ɪꜰ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ (ᴍᴜʟᴀɴ)

[shirokodomo]

❛ so we must never lose faith. and those that try to harm us… will suffer. ❜ ( yakuza )

❧   𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝟓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

The smoke left through his slightly parted lips. Cigarette between his index and middle fingers. His fourth one of the day. 

He only did this when he was feeling nervous, despite never admitting out loud that he was. Listening attentively to the woman’s words, Hakudoshi shifted his violet eyes towards her, expression remaining cold.  He was risking too much by just being here.

❝ Faith? Faith in what exactly.. ❞

Faith got him nowhere, hoping, believing...none of that mattered to him. He had lost all of it a long time ago and never made room in his heart for it to fit in again.  However he had to agree with her on the last part. Those who tried to harm the members of his family, the real one or the one he had been brought into, would suffer dearly. 

No matter who they were.

#adversitybloomed #☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ɪꜰ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ (ᴍᴜʟᴀɴ)

[shirokodomo]

W.I.P Chaotic Triphoon | Yakuza AU

#Muse art #☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴛʀɪᴘʜᴏᴏɴ | ᴋᴏɢᴀ ᴋᴀɢᴜʀᴀ ʜᴀᴋᴜᴅᴏꜱʜɪ #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ (ᴋᴀɢᴜʀᴀ) #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ (ᴋᴏɢᴀ) #yakuzazu

[shirokodomo]

which type of romanticism are you ?

lustful romanticism

restless love, endless wanting, white knuckles: you're lustful romanticism. mind the fact that it's been given the cruel reputation of a sin, lust is a wonderful thing. lustful romanticism consists of fast, deep, love... or simply lust. it's leaping into your lover's arms and wanting to drown in their arms, in their warmth, in their blood. 

it's a silly argument played out like a bad high school drama skit, ending up in a physical resolution the moment the velvet curtain closes, omitting the verbal jabs from your memory. you tend to come to conclusions quickly and are often very opinionated, which isn't inherently bad, of course. 

lust is often thought of as a lonely way to love, which can be true, however, i'll be damned if it isn't fun. keep taking pleasure in life, but be sustainable about it. don't be afraid to live in your own body for a while and let the world pass you by. 

"i would rather die of passion than boredom"

#dash games #[headcanon] #☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

[shirokodomo]

He couldn’t imagine that he’d ever fall in love like he had with Rin. For better or worse, she was his soulmate. His other half. In many ways, she was his reflection.

~ Yakuza AU

@withagentleheart

#Muse art #Mun's art #☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ (ʀɪɴ) #yakuzazu

[shirokodomo]

⎈

LETTERS // PROMPT MEME. - OPEN

Result: 011. a secret letter

Your life is in danger. Someone intends to kill you on the night the first snowflake falls. Leave the country if you want to live.

-Someone from your past

PS.: Only show this letter to who you might trust. Although if it were me, I would not trust anyone.

#adversitybloomed #☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ɪꜰ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ (ᴍᴜʟᴀɴ)

[shirokodomo]

Pocky Kiss (yakuza au // sending it right back at you)

His brain was still processing what had just happened. It was probably the first time in his life that Hakudoshi showed genuine confusion...and embarrassment. There was a light pink blush spreading on his cheeks. 

It was the first time they kissed...at least on the mouth. Until now their demonstrations of affection had been a mere hand holding, heads and foreheads bumping into one another, a small and soft kiss on the cheek or top of the head occasionally. Just small acts of affection.

If he licked his lips even so lightly, he would still be able to feel the taste of Rin’s own lips.

You have terrible taste in pocky you know.

Her words snapped him back to reality and a sneaky smile replaced altogether his confused expression. His hand reached for Rin’s pocky box, and took one from it, placing it right into her mouth only to do the same she had done. Bite the caramel stick until he reached her lips and press them into his own.

It was short but still enough for Hakudoshi to taste her soft mouth, mixed with the flavor of the pocky.

Lemon.

Pulling back and still with the devious smile on his face, he closed one eye but didn’t move away from her  ❝ Really? I would say chocolate is far better than lemon. ❞ 

Sitting back on his spot, he pulled another of his bitter chocolate pocky’s and nibbled on one once again. Violet eyes still staring at the girl who had stolen his heart.

❝ You know, if you wanted to kiss me...all you had to do was ask. ❞ 

#☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ (ʀɪɴ) #[<33] #withagentleheart

[shirokodomo]

Hakudoshi visits his parents' graves every month, always on the same day, the 12th, which is the day of the car accident.

He brings Akago with him every single time, because he was so small when they died and thus has no memories of them, Hakudoshi makes it his job to have his little brother know as much as he can through him. That includes knowing and visiting their final resting place.

This is the only time Hakudoshi is actually seen vulnerable, though he doesn't cry, he's far more grumpy and easily annoyed on this day. He tries his best to not let it show.

He brings flowers every month, white roses and violets which he remembers were his mother's favorite flowers. He always brings two of each.

#yakuzazu #[headcanon] #☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

[shirokodomo]

YAKUZA AU HEADCANONS 

R̳A̳N̳D̳O̳M̳

Hakudoshi’s memory problems come and go, depending on how much time he spends without taking the proper medication.

The longest time he spent without taking it was the period he lived in the streets and thus had no access to medication.

He can’t cook and he knows it. The most he can do without burning it or it tasting bad is scrambled eggs and sometimes he does burn them.

The black koi fish tattoo on his lower back was made by Kagura ( @windbxtch​ ) after she and Koga found out the origin of his scars.

Koga was present on the day Hakudoshi killed his aunt out of revenge; though he didn’t ask the relationship between the two he was the one who stopped Hakudoshi from going berserk even after his aunt had died (he wanted to keep punching/stabbing her)

Hakudoshi doesn’t like to wear too fancy stuff, so on the ball while he wore the suit, he wore it with a loose tie, open jacket and slightly unbuttoned shirt

#☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #[headcanon]

[shirokodomo]

If anyone had cared to look into the ornamental japanese garden at the Kagewaki Castle compound they might have seen two teenagers, tucked *mostly* behind on of the trees. They weren't doing anything but enjoying being in each others company, hands held, the girls head on the boys shoulder while his head also tipped to lean on the others. Eyes closed, soft barely there smiles. A rare soft sight in this place. But no one much cared to look out into the garden most days.

He liked this quietness, this calm. He needed it from time to time and truly only this girl could give it to him. After everything he had went through, after finding peace of mind in smoking, drinking and occasionally going to brothels years prior, never did Hakudoshi think the peace he so long looked for was right here and it was her. Her mere presence was enough.

He didn’t think he would ever find love in this life.

Softly, Hakudoshi moved his head away from hers before turning it and planting his lips right there, not moving for a while, allowing her perfume to hypnotize him once more. ❝ ...You have no idea of what I would if something happened to you. ❞

#withagentleheart #☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ᴍɪɴɪ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ (ʀɪɴ) #yakuzazu

[shirokodomo]

"Starting tomorrow morning, you will meet me in the Dojo for condition training for the new recruits." ( yakuza au )

To say he had been caught off guard when Kagewaki called his presence in his office would be an underestimating. Because he was rarely called to meet his boss in person -the missions were given to him by other superiors-, it was reason enough to make Hakudoshi worry.

And the request caught him even more off guard, though he didn’t let it show in his expression.

❝ Ah...yes, Father. ❞ good grief even after all this time, calling him that always left a strange taste in his mouth... ❝ ...Forgive my curiosity but is there a list of the new recruits? ❞

He wondered if Sango’s little brother or the black haired girl that followed Sesshomaru around the whole time was on it...

#kukusedai #☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛᴇᴇʀ (ɴᴀʀᴀᴋᴜ) #yakuzazu

[shirokodomo]

"So here he is right now, my fucking amazing dad, renting out the Maiden Head for DANCE LESSONS!! DANCE LESSONS HAKU!! I wanted to be a dancer my whole ass life and HE GOES AHEAD and does this when I'm an adult and NOT AS FLEXIBLE ANYMORE??" he really doesn't need to hear about this tho, does he? "I can't fucking believe it. I danced my fucking feet off as a child and didn't even get a pair of dancing shoes AND NOW HE STARTS THIS??! Am I a joke to him??! I AM SO DONE WITH THIS FAMILY" yakuzazu

۝ Random Asks & Starters | ALWAYS ACCEPTING ۝

Hakudoshi stirred his drink while half listening to Kagura’s complains about her father, aka his boss, none other than the infamous Naraku Kagewaki. A heartless man no doubt about it; Hakudoshi had been at his gang for almost three years now and so of course had had a couple of face to face moments with Naraku.

Back when he had first met him, the white haired teenager had felt a chill running down his spine the moment his eyes locked with those of Naraku’s which were the color of blood. Until that point, Hakudoshi had thought he had seen a lot of cold, empty and even evil eyes -all courtesy from his aunt and other people- but the moment he set his eyes on Naraku? 

He knew he was staring at evil incarnate.

❝ Clearly he is doing that to piss you off. He knows what dancing means to you. ❞ he murmured while taking a small sip of his drink ❝ I would tell you to do the same to him but...knowing how dear little boss is..that is probably not a good idea. ❞  though so far Hakudoshi didn’t have any personal beef with Naraku, he could understand Kagura’s frustrations. The man would take everything he wanted from his daughter and would not care about how she felt about it. There was a clear...hatred that Naraku held towards his own flesh and blood, why though Hakudoshi never really understood.

❝ So...I know he is a sore subject to you but...who is that little girl that I see around Sesshomaru all the time? Did he adopt her or something? ❞  

#windbxtch #random asks & starters #☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ (ᴋᴀɢᴜʀᴀ) #yakuzazu

[shirokodomo]

“do i have a choice?” ( yakuza )

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES SENTENCE STARTERS

Damned feelings, damned memories...of all things he was able to remember, with his messed up mind...it had to be her! Her kindness, her soft smile, the offer she made to him...

In the past days, ever since he got the order to kill her, he had been conflicted...why did he have to remember her?! Why did it have to be him ending her?! Of all people! Never had he felt so conflicted about killing someone, he never cared about who died, it was just a job and he complied.

❝ Unless you want to die today and if you do, I take care of it right here and now. ❞ he finally spoke though refused to look the woman in the eyes ❝ ...Then no you don’t have a choice. ❞ 

The woman standing close to him...was none other than a young woman that two years and a half ago had offered him and his little brother food, money and even a chance to get a safe roof under their heads for good. But...Hakudoshi had been too scared to trust someone so easily, too scared that she would return with the police...too scared that he and Akago would be delivered once again to that awful woman...

So...he run away...and didn’t look back.

And now he wondered, how things would have turned out...had he waited instead of panicking...

❝ You said there was someone who can take care of fake death stage? You better hurry up then...the one who ordered your demise wants you gone by midnight... ❞ 

#adversitybloomed #☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ɪꜰ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ (ᴍᴜʟᴀɴ) #yakuzazu

[shirokodomo]

“I won’t be forgiven for what I’ve done.”

lord huron : vide noir album … sentence starters

Violet eyes observed with no particular interest the ice diving and resurfacing again and again in his drink. He wasn’t much of a drinker, he only did so occasionally and usually on specific times. He supposed...this was one of these times.

Head moved slightly to stare at his gang companion but he still didn’t open his mouth to say anything. His mind was on a full race against his heart. What to do? The information he had gathered during the course of his year within this Yakuza gang...it was precious information, something that he could use to his advantage...maybe...if he played his cards well.

So why was he having second thoughts? Why did he...want to spill everything out to this woman...all because her brother was part of the information he held...

Hakudoshi sighed before grabbing the glass and drinking all its content at once.

❝ You do what you do to survive. So do I. What is there to be forgiven about? ❞

#dokusedai #☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #☸ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ | ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏɢ (ꜱᴀɴɢᴏ)

[shirokodomo]

HAKUDOSHI MAKAI | YAKUZA AU INFO CARD

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#☸ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ | ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #yakuzazu