[ Quiet. Nishikiyama watches Mine carefully after he rejects the idea like a bristled creature— wary and unsure of whether or not he should stay on the defense. His eyes read the tension in Mine's brow before his lips pull back and his voice gets softer. It's like he doesn't want anyone else to hear. ]
Don't do that, then.
[ What happened between them is left still vague. Nishikiyama doesn't provide answers, he only disarms himself before he can lash out at Mine any further. He swivels his chair from side to side, not wanting to look at Mine anymore while he collects his thoughts. As such, his gaze is off elsewhere. His body, though, still faces him. ]
[ Mine's left, first, to observe his own sudden burst. When Nishikiyama stays quiet, though, he forgets quickly. Before it can even irritate Mine, venom drains out of the silence– what happened? His mute question doesn't ask about only that night anymore.
He wants to, one more time, but saying sorry finally seems redundant. Mine seeks to match a softer tone in the absence of much else. He doesn't roam, looking at Nishikiyama where he sits. ]
I can't stop thinking about it– [ 'It' remains imprecise; 'it' is at least, still, Mine's confession in the day. ] Despite everything.
[ His gaze pins Nishikiyama, now also wanting an answer. ]
[ His volume is still low, but he's at the very least a bit more receptive to speaking. He looks at Mine more clearly now, wondering if he'll elaborate on the specifics. ]
[ Mine is unhappy that Nishikiyama's glance doesn't revive his memory either. Just briefly he turns his head to the side, like he’ll gather himself elsewhere. It moves the neckline of his shirt. Where it'd released before, some lines of his frown also return. ]
Not the party. After, you invited me to your place.
[ And judging by Nishikiyama’s reaction, isn’t that enough to imply more? ]
[ The mark on the other man's neck makes itself clear when he looks somewhere different. Nishikiyama observes it in that same moment. ]
That wasn't there at lunch.
[ Evidently, he'd been the one to leave it— most likely. That, or Mine had met with someone else yesterday when he'd been avoiding him. Despite Mine's bachelor status, Nishikiyama doubts this possibility. It doesn't feel correct. He can't even feel paranoid enough to suspect anything; a feat in itself. ]
Anyway, we puked at the restaurant. We went back to my place, and then you told me you wanted to have sex.
[ These parts he remembers at least. They stand out because they're stood out to his psyche for one reason or another. ]
I figured you were hung up on it if you left. Last I remember I was on top of you, and that there on your neck is probably my fault too. Tch, you really went to work all hungover and like nothing happened?
[ Mine turns his head in a way just sure of hiding it, too agitated to do anything but. Even if Nishikiyama considers someone else, just for a moment, this should be his answer– being stamped with a hickey is one of the few pillars that bridge Mine's gaps; Nishikiyama on top. Recollection makes Mine feel as though he flushes from that point on his throat up. Nothing shows on his face, however.
His fists clench at his sides as if it means he can keep the sound in the patriarch's office from squeezing through the gaps at the door. Saying something is different from letting his gaze become unremitting. ]
You didn't. [ Fuck him. Nothing for him to get hung up on, but Mine's curtness makes him sound upset even when he'd denied it. Nishikiyama's change lingers, confusingly. Mine relents further, doubting a habit of one-night stands. ]
[ He's quick to answer and on the defense again. The reply doesn't make sense considering his earlier reaction, the very one Mine himself had observed, but even now Nishikiyama is too difficult a person to expose any vulnerability. Besides, he doesn't need a reason to want to be with Mine. That's his logic. He's still his patriarch. ]
It was weird for you to go to work after all of that.
[ He doesn't want to draw attention to his own feelings regarding the morning after. He'll shine things on Mine again instead. ]
I thought maybe you bit off more than you could chew and were too polite to say you were upset. That's why I said we could forget it if you wanted.
[ It's an argument Mine could understand, at least, Nishikiyama simply wanting to make demands of him in a different role. On the other hand, it's impossible to deny that the night had gone beyond those same limits. He huffs, doing the opposite of what Nishikiyama had with it, fists open up. ]
If it's not for any reason–
[ Mine stops himself there, knowing the reactions don't add up. At the same time he feels demanding, like he did in the car, wanting Nishikiyama to want him. He wants the other to admit it, too, it's that simple. ]
I didn't have one for leaving, but it's not often someone notices these things.
[ In his head, Mine is repeating himself. He yields to keeping the light on him, though. Nishikiyama'd noticed; he's better than anyone else, Mine says. ]
[ Trying to draw a conclusion from it. If Mine doesn't have a real reason to leave and left Nishikiyama anyway, it'd only make sense to assume it a habit or preference. It felt more natural for him to leave than to stay. ]
That's fine, just say it.
[ Because he's tired of trying to understand. Unable to follow Mine's reasoning now and how close he had otherwise wanted to be two days ago, he simply gives up. ]
[ Nishikiyama doesn’t react the way Mine wants him to. His head feels hot, this time for real. He’s disturbed that this is how Nishikiyama sees him. Mine’s reason; there is one, he hadn’t said all that he does remember- A dull “not wanting to“ isn’t why, isn’t him. ]
You’re wrong.
[ His frown is strict again, facing Nishikiyama but not aimed at him. It’s composure Mine tries to keep, like his stance when he sways on whether to take another step forward. The same as asking him to forget all about the night, it’s bait and Mine‘s finally reeled in with it. ]
I wanted to be alone with you- [ He knows what he’d said, more honest, then, than drunk. ] But felt out of place when I woke up there.
[ It cast a shadow on what he’d hoped for. He doesn’t answer this- Mine’s visit is about the same thing. ]
[ Nishikiyama stands from his chair, closing what distance is there between them. He takes the briefcase while digesting Mine's explanation, expression no longer annoyed. ]
But not anymore?
[ The out of placeness. Had it been because of his apartment specifically? As he thumbs the handle of the briefcase and opens it to check the contents, he thinks, privately, that Mine is overthinking all of this. Not that he'll say it aloud. It'll only lead to them talking in more weird, drawn-out circles. ]
I don't see the difference between then and now, but I'll let you have it.
[ He just doesn't care. Why Mine felt uncomfortable, why Mine left. He's too tired to be upset about it anymore. For the same reason, he's not eager to make as much conversation as usual. He simply acknowledges his money and shuts the case again with a click. ]
[ Mine sees a change and Nishikiyama fill a gap between them that'd looked much larger. The proximity feels both comforting and daunting. There isn't enough relief from it to touch the corners of Mine's mouth, knowing he'd spoiled the invitation. He realizes that Nishikiyama doesn't confront him on calling him wrong, though. He'll continue– ]
No. I don't want to keep a distance between us.
[ But wary of overstepping Mine doesn't move physically. Asking to be alone without the privacy they'd had before; a notion the other man'd called fucked up and weird whenever Mine'd concealed it. The the case shutting sweeps at the bottom edge of his vision. He doesn't pay for conversation, but this is less than Mine thought he'd have. ]
How can I make amends?
[ If he restarts their conversation, if it were only Nishikiyama's authority as his patriarch harmed... Of course, now Mine's smart enough not to ask that he admits anything else.
[ At least Mine's sharp enough to realize their meeting now had flopped. Nishikiyama isn't sure what to say to it— taken off guard but also not hating that Mine has come to yield. Part of him feels guilty for his earlier reaction; humbled by the sincerity. It's not very different than the fights he used to have with Kiryu, where Kiryu would always try to be the bigger person between them and attempt to mend things first. As Mine tries figuring out how to make it up to him, Nishikiyama just stands still. Make amends. Should Mine even have to make amends? Nishikiyama is reminded that it's him who's talking to Mine now instead of the man who could've been out here instead while he served his own prison sentence. Someone who could've offered him a far less difficult time without stringing him along to deal with his baggage. ]
As the office door swings on its hinges, a peek of empty hallway remains exposed. Nishikiyama's face twists in an extremely irate way at the sudden volume change, but Kanda is quick to lower his bald head and take up a bowed posture that delays his patriarch's remaining scowl. He stands deliberately in front of Mine when he delivers the news— confident that his information is more important than whatever a yakuza junior might be saying. ]
Heard from the boys in the Shibata Family that there's something planned by the Clan about to happen in the coliseum. Two weeks from today. There's a lot of turf up in Shin-Okubo on the line as a prize, but they were gonna close the call for family fighters at HQ in a couple of hours. It's not official, and just some families like Arakawa's guys are fighting, but I got told we were supposed to get all this news from Kashiwagi. Didn't think you'd wanna miss out since you were saying you wanted to expand up in that area before the Jingweon eats it all up.
[ He squints at Mine when he straightens his stance, wondering why he's here at all. ]
3/5 lmfao sorry extended fanfiction version i guess
[ Kazama's dog before anything else. It makes sense though, that their family would be cut out of participating. Kazama is threatened by Nishikiyama and wants to keep him from growing. They'd already come further than he'd ever expected. Of course he'd try keeping him out of Shin-Okubo. ]
How many fighters am I supposed to scrounge up by then? Three?
Yeah, it's three. Just saw Arase back there and he said he'd fight— Shindo's down to fight, I'll fight. You've got three of us ready to make you proud, so if it's all good on your end, we'll go out there and whoop some ass!
Fine. [ Nishikiyama doesn't resist Kanda's enthusiasm. His suggestion is quick and passionate, and the three offered up to participate will probably put up the toughest time in the ring anyway. ]
Mine, take me to Tojo Headquarters.
[ How to make amends. ]
Kanda, you take that finger in that cloth there and bury it in the woods. We're on our way out now.
[ Mine doesn't know that he's being compared to Kiryu, that Nishikiyama compares himself, or that it's his phone call that's supposed to be stuck in the answering machine. Ordinarily, a moment of silence won't faze him, not when things are in his favor. Nishikiyama's about to extend him some respite only when Kanda barges in. He takes a step back, which is necessary to keep Kanda out of his personal bubble when the man wedges himself between them. Tojo Family politics is something he pays attention to. Mine looks at the back of his bald head with a scowl, but departs from it at the moment Kanda turns to him. He doesn't have an answer to his unasked question.
Kazama is someone who doesn't hide his disdain from his gaze when he looks at Mine. A vivid sight at the assembly, whenever he stands next to Nishikiyama. Even ahead of his confession, Mine'd become bold enough to invite it; Kashiwagi is its extension.
Arase, Shindo and– for no apparent reason, Mine's surprised to hear Kanda suggest himself as third, not him. His eyes jump to Nishikiyama, who only accepts. His gaze dims when he bows his head. This is his chance, anyway—his atonement for something Nishikiyama was about to let go regardless. Mine's pleased. He doesn't get the shit-job of burying a finger. ]
Yes, boss.
[ Having had to readjust his seat, the thought he'd had, when walking from Nishikiyama's apartment to the parking lot about driving drunk the night before, was washed out. Mine feels more possessive about his car when he's sober, and doesn't mention it when they get in.
He stays careful with a conversation he didn't think he'd still be having, moments earlier. Not waiting long, though, even before getting on faster roads– ]
May I ask– [ Mine's eyes flicker to the passenger side. ] What is the coliseum? For Headquarters to be putting up a prize like that...
[ A place? Imagining an underground fighting arena is too strange, even with Kanda's loud enthusiasm. An event? Would any other yakuza just let the winner walk up on that turf– It's clear, though, Mine's more interested than nervous anymore. ]
Exactly what it sounds like— it's a fighting ring. It's under West Park, in Purgatory. Not that there's any way you'd have known about that kind of place. It's harder to explain than to just show you. You can come watch the fights when they roll around.
[ It's simply not somewhere someone without some kind of tie finds themself familiar with. Assuming Mine had kept his business before the yakuza clean. As Nishikiyama sinks into his seat, he realizes it's resurfacing the memory of how they'd wound up in his apartment. Ah. He probably shouldn't say anything. ]
These events don't happen without reason. It's about reputation. They're keeping track of which families hold their own. The toughest men will be remembered too.
[ He also got clues from Kanda, but it's kind of unbelievable. The invitation to watch the fights is unexpected—definitely not unwanted, though. He has as good as made up his misstep. Mine's gaze sweeps over the lanes ahead; he's the one not convinced. Looking around also helps him keep his distance from Kashiwagi's mention. ]
If you were to enter four fighters under the Nishikiyama Family name, instead of three, you'd be more likely to win.
[ Of course the risk might be higher too, depending on whether there's a penalty for losses. Mine thinks. His addition just sounds business. He only suggests signing up one other person, not two or three, etcetera. It's because he's only interested in getting one more fighter to participate.
[ An amused expression flutters over Nishikiyama's face at Mine's suggestion. It's resolute. Does he feel competitive? Maybe it's just him thinking about that captain stuff all over again. Despite the earnestness, though, Nishikiyama doesn't seem to be considering him. He puts an elbow up, watching the road instead while his chin sits in his palm. ]
Against hitmen and captains, first thing in the clan? The Arakawa Family is small and niche, but it's still full of killers. And that's only one of the groups playing along.
[ As cute as it is that Mine wants to try, Nishikiyama has little faith it'll go well. ]
You said the other day you've never been in a street fight before. Your tattoo's not even done.
[ It's naive of him to volunteer. ]
Besides, three's always been the entry limit. I can't put in four guys for the same reason you just said yourself: I'd be more likely to win.
Arakawa? [ And Shibata. He'll ask around for some more names.
Nishikiyama's reply is only a scuff on his pride, rather than another gash in their conversation. Deep and unhappy, if not in the way it'd been, Mine's frown returns anyway. Nishikiyama challenges, implying it's enough, but Mine doesn't think his proposition is naive. For all the cash he brings into the office, he hadn't joined, believing he'd be making his way up on stacks of 10,000 yen bills. ]
You said you wanted to see me fight. [ It's lifted from the same conversation. And how eager is he to get his colors done– ] I don't think there's a better opportunity soon. If three's the limit, I'd like to know how I can get in on those terms.
[ Paying is always easy, though. From stubbornly keeping his eyes on the road, Mine's gaze drifts right: ]
Think you could beat someone in the lineup for it? That's the only way it'd make any sense for me to pick you over one of them.
[ Just to humor Mine, Nishikiyama considers what he's asking. ]
You didn't say anything about your tattoo not being done either. People might think I grabbed some guy off the street and threw him in the ring for sport.
[ Mine doesn't hesitate; it's the lesser problem to him. He's been itching to get the tattoo finished since getting to compare himself to Nishikiyama. He puts the timestamp on it that Kanda'd mentioned. Of course, then the man becomes one of Mine's potential opponents immediately. ]
Is that your only condition? [ He doesn't undervalue it, more like he wants to make sure. ] In that case, I accept.
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Don't do that, then.
[ What happened between them is left still vague. Nishikiyama doesn't provide answers, he only disarms himself before he can lash out at Mine any further. He swivels his chair from side to side, not wanting to look at Mine anymore while he collects his thoughts. As such, his gaze is off elsewhere. His body, though, still faces him. ]
...—
[ He waits for Mine to speak up first. ]
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He wants to, one more time, but saying sorry finally seems redundant. Mine seeks to match a softer tone in the absence of much else. He doesn't roam, looking at Nishikiyama where he sits. ]
I can't stop thinking about it– [ 'It' remains imprecise; 'it' is at least, still, Mine's confession in the day. ] Despite everything.
[ His gaze pins Nishikiyama, now also wanting an answer. ]
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[ His volume is still low, but he's at the very least a bit more receptive to speaking. He looks at Mine more clearly now, wondering if he'll elaborate on the specifics. ]
I hardly remember what happened after the party.
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Not the party. After, you invited me to your place.
[ And judging by Nishikiyama’s reaction, isn’t that enough to imply more? ]
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That wasn't there at lunch.
[ Evidently, he'd been the one to leave it— most likely. That, or Mine had met with someone else yesterday when he'd been avoiding him. Despite Mine's bachelor status, Nishikiyama doubts this possibility. It doesn't feel correct. He can't even feel paranoid enough to suspect anything; a feat in itself. ]
Anyway, we puked at the restaurant. We went back to my place, and then you told me you wanted to have sex.
[ These parts he remembers at least. They stand out because they're stood out to his psyche for one reason or another. ]
I figured you were hung up on it if you left. Last I remember I was on top of you, and that there on your neck is probably my fault too. Tch, you really went to work all hungover and like nothing happened?
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[ Mine turns his head in a way just sure of hiding it, too agitated to do anything but. Even if Nishikiyama considers someone else, just for a moment, this should be his answer– being stamped with a hickey is one of the few pillars that bridge Mine's gaps; Nishikiyama on top. Recollection makes Mine feel as though he flushes from that point on his throat up. Nothing shows on his face, however.
His fists clench at his sides as if it means he can keep the sound in the patriarch's office from squeezing through the gaps at the door. Saying something is different from letting his gaze become unremitting. ]
You didn't. [ Fuck him. Nothing for him to get hung up on, but Mine's curtness makes him sound upset even when he'd denied it. Nishikiyama's change lingers, confusingly. Mine relents further, doubting a habit of one-night stands. ]
Why did you want me to stay?
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[ He's quick to answer and on the defense again. The reply doesn't make sense considering his earlier reaction, the very one Mine himself had observed, but even now Nishikiyama is too difficult a person to expose any vulnerability. Besides, he doesn't need a reason to want to be with Mine. That's his logic. He's still his patriarch. ]
It was weird for you to go to work after all of that.
[ He doesn't want to draw attention to his own feelings regarding the morning after. He'll shine things on Mine again instead. ]
I thought maybe you bit off more than you could chew and were too polite to say you were upset. That's why I said we could forget it if you wanted.
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If it's not for any reason–
[ Mine stops himself there, knowing the reactions don't add up. At the same time he feels demanding, like he did in the car, wanting Nishikiyama to want him. He wants the other to admit it, too, it's that simple. ]
I didn't have one for leaving, but it's not often someone notices these things.
[ In his head, Mine is repeating himself. He yields to keeping the light on him, though. Nishikiyama'd noticed; he's better than anyone else, Mine says. ]
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[ Trying to draw a conclusion from it. If Mine doesn't have a real reason to leave and left Nishikiyama anyway, it'd only make sense to assume it a habit or preference. It felt more natural for him to leave than to stay. ]
That's fine, just say it.
[ Because he's tired of trying to understand. Unable to follow Mine's reasoning now and how close he had otherwise wanted to be two days ago, he simply gives up. ]
What's this about now then?
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You’re wrong.
[ His frown is strict again, facing Nishikiyama but not aimed at him. It’s composure Mine tries to keep, like his stance when he sways on whether to take another step forward. The same as asking him to forget all about the night, it’s bait and Mine‘s finally reeled in with it. ]
I wanted to be alone with you- [ He knows what he’d said, more honest, then, than drunk. ] But felt out of place when I woke up there.
[ It cast a shadow on what he’d hoped for. He doesn’t answer this- Mine’s visit is about the same thing. ]
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But not anymore?
[ The out of placeness. Had it been because of his apartment specifically? As he thumbs the handle of the briefcase and opens it to check the contents, he thinks, privately, that Mine is overthinking all of this. Not that he'll say it aloud. It'll only lead to them talking in more weird, drawn-out circles. ]
I don't see the difference between then and now, but I'll let you have it.
[ He just doesn't care. Why Mine felt uncomfortable, why Mine left. He's too tired to be upset about it anymore. For the same reason, he's not eager to make as much conversation as usual. He simply acknowledges his money and shuts the case again with a click. ]
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No. I don't want to keep a distance between us.
[ But wary of overstepping Mine doesn't move physically. Asking to be alone without the privacy they'd had before; a notion the other man'd called fucked up and weird whenever Mine'd concealed it. The the case shutting sweeps at the bottom edge of his vision. He doesn't pay for conversation, but this is less than Mine thought he'd have. ]
How can I make amends?
[ If he restarts their conversation, if it were only Nishikiyama's authority as his patriarch harmed... Of course, now Mine's smart enough not to ask that he admits anything else.
An amputated digit makes him think. ]
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As the office door swings on its hinges, a peek of empty hallway remains exposed. Nishikiyama's face twists in an extremely irate way at the sudden volume change, but Kanda is quick to lower his bald head and take up a bowed posture that delays his patriarch's remaining scowl. He stands deliberately in front of Mine when he delivers the news— confident that his information is more important than whatever a yakuza junior might be saying. ]
Heard from the boys in the Shibata Family that there's something planned by the Clan about to happen in the coliseum. Two weeks from today. There's a lot of turf up in Shin-Okubo on the line as a prize, but they were gonna close the call for family fighters at HQ in a couple of hours. It's not official, and just some families like Arakawa's guys are fighting, but I got told we were supposed to get all this news from Kashiwagi. Didn't think you'd wanna miss out since you were saying you wanted to expand up in that area before the Jingweon eats it all up.
[ He squints at Mine when he straightens his stance, wondering why he's here at all. ]
3/5 lmfao sorry extended fanfiction version i guess
[ Kazama's dog before anything else. It makes sense though, that their family would be cut out of participating. Kazama is threatened by Nishikiyama and wants to keep him from growing. They'd already come further than he'd ever expected. Of course he'd try keeping him out of Shin-Okubo. ]
How many fighters am I supposed to scrounge up by then? Three?
[ It's always three. ]
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Mine, take me to Tojo Headquarters.
[ How to make amends. ]
Kanda, you take that finger in that cloth there and bury it in the woods. We're on our way out now.
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Kazama is someone who doesn't hide his disdain from his gaze when he looks at Mine. A vivid sight at the assembly, whenever he stands next to Nishikiyama. Even ahead of his confession, Mine'd become bold enough to invite it; Kashiwagi is its extension.
Arase, Shindo and– for no apparent reason, Mine's surprised to hear Kanda suggest himself as third, not him. His eyes jump to Nishikiyama, who only accepts. His gaze dims when he bows his head. This is his chance, anyway—his atonement for something Nishikiyama was about to let go regardless. Mine's pleased. He doesn't get the shit-job of burying a finger. ]
Yes, boss.
[ Having had to readjust his seat, the thought he'd had, when walking from Nishikiyama's apartment to the parking lot about driving drunk the night before, was washed out. Mine feels more possessive about his car when he's sober, and doesn't mention it when they get in.
He stays careful with a conversation he didn't think he'd still be having, moments earlier. Not waiting long, though, even before getting on faster roads– ]
May I ask– [ Mine's eyes flicker to the passenger side. ] What is the coliseum? For Headquarters to be putting up a prize like that...
[ A place? Imagining an underground fighting arena is too strange, even with Kanda's loud enthusiasm. An event? Would any other yakuza just let the winner walk up on that turf– It's clear, though, Mine's more interested than nervous anymore. ]
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[ It's simply not somewhere someone without some kind of tie finds themself familiar with. Assuming Mine had kept his business before the yakuza clean. As Nishikiyama sinks into his seat, he realizes it's resurfacing the memory of how they'd wound up in his apartment. Ah. He probably shouldn't say anything. ]
These events don't happen without reason. It's about reputation. They're keeping track of which families hold their own. The toughest men will be remembered too.
[ He watches himself in the car mirror. ]
Kashiwagi didn't say shit. Of course he didn't.
[ This is muttered and the part he focuses on. ]
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[ He also got clues from Kanda, but it's kind of unbelievable. The invitation to watch the fights is unexpected—definitely not unwanted, though. He has as good as made up his misstep. Mine's gaze sweeps over the lanes ahead; he's the one not convinced. Looking around also helps him keep his distance from Kashiwagi's mention. ]
If you were to enter four fighters under the Nishikiyama Family name, instead of three, you'd be more likely to win.
[ Of course the risk might be higher too, depending on whether there's a penalty for losses. Mine thinks. His addition just sounds business. He only suggests signing up one other person, not two or three, etcetera. It's because he's only interested in getting one more fighter to participate.
Mine's gaze'd become fixed on one point ahead. ]
I'm willing to fight.
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Against hitmen and captains, first thing in the clan? The Arakawa Family is small and niche, but it's still full of killers. And that's only one of the groups playing along.
[ As cute as it is that Mine wants to try, Nishikiyama has little faith it'll go well. ]
You said the other day you've never been in a street fight before. Your tattoo's not even done.
[ It's naive of him to volunteer. ]
Besides, three's always been the entry limit. I can't put in four guys for the same reason you just said yourself: I'd be more likely to win.
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Nishikiyama's reply is only a scuff on his pride, rather than another gash in their conversation. Deep and unhappy, if not in the way it'd been, Mine's frown returns anyway. Nishikiyama challenges, implying it's enough, but Mine doesn't think his proposition is naive. For all the cash he brings into the office, he hadn't joined, believing he'd be making his way up on stacks of 10,000 yen bills. ]
You said you wanted to see me fight. [ It's lifted from the same conversation. And how eager is he to get his colors done– ] I don't think there's a better opportunity soon. If three's the limit, I'd like to know how I can get in on those terms.
[ Paying is always easy, though. From stubbornly keeping his eyes on the road, Mine's gaze drifts right: ]
I'm being serious.
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[ Just to humor Mine, Nishikiyama considers what he's asking. ]
You didn't say anything about your tattoo not being done either. People might think I grabbed some guy off the street and threw him in the ring for sport.
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[ Mine doesn't hesitate; it's the lesser problem to him. He's been itching to get the tattoo finished since getting to compare himself to Nishikiyama. He puts the timestamp on it that Kanda'd mentioned. Of course, then the man becomes one of Mine's potential opponents immediately. ]
Is that your only condition? [ He doesn't undervalue it, more like he wants to make sure. ] In that case, I accept.
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[ He notices Mine is kind of crazy in his conviction, but isn't going to say anything about it. ]
Do that and I'll change who I enter. For today, though, it's those three.
[ Finishing his whole tattoo and besting one of his yakuza family seniors within a period of two weeks? It's an insane feat. ]
Any real reason you're so interested in participating? You just want me to see you fight or what?
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