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Started April 16, 2021 by @someone_who_occasionally_writes_

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"Wait, why did you tell some random person about me?" Jason eyed Majima, "Ok, some ground rules, number one, dont go around talking about me like I'm your new pet. There are ears everywhere, just don't, got it? Number two, don't act like I'm your new pet, I am a human being, don't treat me like some cute accesory."
Jason huffed a bit, walking away. Honestly, he just didn't know how dangerous it was to talk so freely about him. That, and this did nothing to help the fact that Jason was already wary of him.

Majima tilted his head, a confused look on his face, yet something snapped in Majima's mind. He didnt follow Jason, but he said this loud enough to try and stop Jason in his tracks.

"All I said was that I met a guy named Jason and that you're pretty cool. The rest of my time really went towards asking Kiryu about how he survived prison." Majima seemed a bit pushed by his response, noticing that he was still on edge. "If you're so scared about your name being spread, then what are you hiding, and who are you scared of?"

Majima, of course, wouldn't push him to answer if he didn't want to. He purely wanted to see Jason's reaction out of superstition, the air to Majima becoming somewhat violent and unruled, he didn't want to start a fight, but he didn't want someone to assume he was trying to put a hit on them.

"Also, you are not a pet in any sort of way to me. I only think of you as a friend and a sparring partner." Majima felt the need to clarify, leaving his definition of sparring partner up in the air to assume.

"Would you quiet it down??" Jason hissed, turning and walking back to Majima, "I can't just spill out my backstory Majima, you'll just have to believe me for now and not make your calls about me"

Jason sighed and gripped his temples, he was being irritable and he knew it. He wasn't used to having, well, whatever Majima was, friend? He had always been double-crossed, so he always had to be on his guard.

"Look, I'm sorry ok? Just, things are tense outside of here, and frankly, dangerous for me. I don't expect for you to understand."

Majima himself didn't expect Jason to respond this way. To Majima, he was hiding something, but at the same time, Majima didn't feel the need to act out about it. It was Jason's business.

"Don't worry, I accept your apology. I guess Im sorry as well, now that I think about it. I understand the fact that things are dangerous outside of here for you as well, not specifically what's happening, but Kiryu dealt with dangerous things after prison the majority of his life. Hell, I even waited for his ten-year sentence to be over before challenging him again. He also told me he still is dealing with some leftover shit, so if you need someone to back you up when you get out, let me know." Majima suddenly tapped out of any giddiness that was leftover previously, which had changed to a sort of seriousness, but mysteriousness. This was his personality under the shell of the maniac he really was. He was being genuine.

Majima expected Jason to walk away, he was unsure of what to say from this point forward. He had stopped fidgeting, he was standing with proper posture, and he was cautious with his words and gestures.

Majima himself had never lived the dangerous life because he never acknowledged it. He took life as it was, and in dangerous situations, someone or something had found its way to back him up, like the years ago he fought almost 40-50 Yakuza men on top of a tower to save someone who didn't even know his name. Someone he felt affection for. A blind woman named Makoto Makimura, a woman he was told to kill and then saved so that she could live a prosperous life as he felt he deserved for himself. Truthfully, Majima didn't want that danger for anyone else he had met, regardless of the time he knew them, which is why he felt so brutally attached to Kiryu Kazuma. Not only because Kiryu was his enemy, trying to protect Makoto for her wares, but because they were made to be rivals. Majima felt something about Jason, something like Kiryu's bond from the start, and he wanted to keep it.

Jason smiled slightly, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

He sighed and pointed in the direction of their cell, and he started off to it. He was still mildly aggravated, well, more paranoid than aggravated. He was looking around, trying to see if anyone had heard the exchange, or if there was anything peculiar happening around him. He just saw faces of men, all the same, all with fake toughness. His nerves were eased a little bit as he finally made it to his cell, plopping down on the bed.

He sighed and turned to his side, facing the wall, deep in thought about his father, his plans, and Majima. A lot had happened, and he needed time to sort it all through in his head.

Majima averted his eye, still holding his stiff posture and mysteriously apologetic emotion as they walked to the cell.

"Yeah,," Majima couldn't come to terms with what he had done honestly, in which case, he sat on the floor instead of his bed opposite Jason, when they arrived at their cell. He sat with his knees up to his face, and his arms wrapped around his knees, not only watching Jason but watching the cell door. He was keeping an eye out for people, for Jason and himself.

He sat like that for a while, falling close to sleep sometimes, but trying to keep prying himself awake.

After much thought, Jason had resolved to come clean to Majima. He sincerely thought that he had no ill will, and while he was in here, he might as well have someone know what was up.

"Look, Majima, I have to tell you something, but you can't repeat this, to absolutely anyone, got it?" Jason sat up and faced Majima. His heart was pounding out of his chest, he had never actually sat down and told someone these things before, especially to a stranger.

"Someone set fire to my house when I was young, killing my father and," Jason took off his shirt and turned around, "Left this scar. Since then, I have been hunting the man who did it down, or woman, I don't have much but I'm close. I have people constantly after me because of how close I am, and once I kill this person, a gang war will more than likely commence. That's why I can't have you say anything, because there are people who are willing to kill me in order to stop the war before it happens."

Jason threw his shirt on the bed and sat back down, sighing once more.

Majima flicked his head up to listen to his every word, his posture and overall expression tired but focused on what Jason had to say.

"I won't tell anyone. I already swore to protect you the moment we apologized to each other." Majima replied, in a low tone. Surprised, it almost sounded like a Yakuza war in a way. Yakuza were normally closely affiliated with gangs, so how could he not have heard about this?

After a while of them looking at each other and their surroundings, Majima shifted, standing up and stretching. He pulled his tank top off and set it down next to his bed. He sat on his bed minutes after stretching and looked at Jason with a deep and gratified expression.

"Had me wondering If you were related to Gang violence." He paused for a second, taking a deep breath, looking down to the concrete floor, and then back up at Jason. "I think Its time I tell you why Im here, and what Ive gone through as well."

Jason shifted uncomfortably upon hearing 'gang violence' thinking back to Dakuman, and many, many others. He shook his head slightly and looked up at Majima, smiling.

"I'm all ears."

Something deep within him, something that hadn't been felt in years, began to stir. Something warm and sticky, but frankly, Jason didn't know what it was. He thought maybe it was the aftermath of outing himself to Majima, but others would disagree.

"It all starts when my Yakuza brother, Saijima, decided to take a hit against a high up Yakuza spot. He wanted to take down one of the Yakuza families so that the Yakuza weren't as corrupt, but the hit was canceled, when I tried to rebel, Sajima went anyways, but another Yakuzas goons stopped me and took me captive. Leading me to years of torture, and where I lost my left eye." He paused, putting his fingers lightly onto his left eye. Since he couldn't keep his eye patch, all it was, was a bloody skin cut scar, his iris and pupil being a dark blood crimson red. It would always be like that.

"Afterward, I came to terms with myself and decided to work my way back into the Yakuza after being exiled, so I worked at a Cabaret Club called The Grand, -A Pretty Famous Cabaret Club for its customer service- I was the owner even. This is when I met a woman named Makoto. She was blind, and I was supposed to kill her to earn my spot back in the Yakuza. I never did. She still is alive from what I know. I had to go through hell and back to save that woman from every person that wanted to kill her. Fighting against Kiryu, Hundreds of Yakuza men, Gangs on the streets, I couldn't even count them. I saved her, but she never knew my name." Majima suddenly paused again, looking away from Jason and at the wall opposite the Jail bars. Something had tilted him. He took another deep breath.

"After she decided to move on with her life, I got my tattoo inked. Im currently known as the Mad Dog of Shimano, for somehow returning back to the Yakuza fearlessly after all those years of torture and pain. That's why some people know me, some are scared of me because of my fighting ability, In all reality Im a stone-cold killer with good cause, but now I work for the strength of pushing others forward."

Majima looked seconds away from either falling asleep or crying, his eyes still surrounding with dark shadows, his head pulsing with a little headache from memories. He laid down on the poor bed, his eyes filled with mixed emotions from past memories, Yet he never explained how he ended up in prison.

Jason sat there for a moment, taking in the story, and processing it in his mind. His assumptions had been correct about being used to people following him. So they had one thing in common. He looked tenderly a the man lying on his bed, gaze thick with sympathy. He watched his body heave to and fro between breaths, and Jason sat there for a good while just watching the man. Something deep wtihin him was strangley content. Finally, someone who understood.

He smiled softly, walking over to him, not knowing if he was asleep or not, but nonetheless, he placed his hand softly on his shoulder and whispered "I'll protect you too."

He quietly left the room to find a quiet place to think out his plan of escape, now that he has Majima, it needed to be tweaked.

Majima tilted his tired eyes up, -hearing Jason's words- watching Jason leave the cell. His shoulder felt warm. He was fading in and out of sleep, his chest heavy. He leaned over and grabbed his tank top off of the floor, putting it over his cold body. He most definitely was tired from fighting, but also from exerting so much energy over Kiryu and Jason. He wanted to follow Jason badly but knew he might need just needed some space.

Majima fell asleep, hoping for a good dream, knowing he would be protected.

Jason neared the hall beside the lunch hall and looked at the time. He had maybe ten minutes to think.

Tony would more than likely be loyal, he owed Jason his life, he better stay loyal or he would take it back. His charges would be dropped and nothing would be thought of it, but now he had Majima. For some reason, he couldn't figure it out, he felt the need to protect him, though, he looked as if he could protect himself.
So how would he come with him? He could make another call, but what if Majima said no?

That was when it hit Jason, a painful memory.

He saw Dakuma sitting in front of him, bleeding, and sobbing.

"Please, don't hurt me, I don't know what you're talking about!!"
"Who was there Dakuma, WHO WAS THERE!"
"I DON'T KNOW JASON!"

Jason shut his eyes tightly, a tear trickling down his cheek. Dakuma didn't know, he couldn't have, and Jason killed hi anyway.
And that's when he realized that Majima reminded him of Dakuma, and that's why he wanted to protect him. He wanted to right his wrongs.

Jason went back to his room, looking at the figure in front of him on the bed. He walked up slowly and knelt beside the bed, resting his cheek on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Dakuma." He whispered, a tear running down his face.

He got up and lay in his own bed, trying his best to hold back tears.

Day Two.

Majima began to stir in his sleep, not dreaming about much that night whatsoever. His body was somewhat cold, and his eyes were still heavy when he opened them, as per usual. He had woken up before they were allowed to leave their cells in the morning, meaning all the cells had been locked now.

Majima tilted his body up, sitting up to look at Jason whilst rubbing an eye. Majima hoped he was still asleep, caring more about Jason's health than his own. I grabbed his tank-top off of his lap, getting up and sitting next to Jason's bed in a protective manner. He slipped the tank top behind his neck to act as a pillow against the hard concrete.

Nobody else in the surrounding cells had really been awake. Majima and Jason had a cell that the opening faces a wall and corridor, meaning they could only see each other every time they were locked in there. Majima was in a tired, half emotionless state. Something like a sticky feeling of protection in his heart while he sat near Jason.

Jason slept lightly, a habit he picked up over the years, especially after almost dying in a fire because of his sleep, so when Majima woke up, he woke up too.

He could tell it was early, and he groaned slightly, fubbing his eyes, sitting up. "Hey, how'd you sleep."

He smiled slightly looking at the man's slightly disheveled hair. The more that Jason looked at him, the more he felt connected. He and Jason were more alike than he cared to admit.

(Sorry, had a rough day yesterday.)

"Didn't expect ya' to be awake." He replied, half giddy and half tired. He adjusted so that he could see Jason laying there, the tank-top sill behind his neck whilst he sat next to Jason's bed.

"Eh, Slept pretty normally. Just skipped a few hours of life." Majima seemed somewhat chilled, like something was wrong, but in reality, Majima knew it was just how cold his body was, and this odd feeling he felt in his gut. Almost like the feeling he had when he was disarming a bomb, except he cut the wrong wire.

"Yeah, I sleep lightly, don't worry about it." Jason smiled lightly and walked over, patting him on the shoulder, "I have to make a call."

He looked at Majima for a moment, noticing that he seemed on edge, he tilted his head a little bit and frowned, "Are you ok?"