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[dragonofdojima]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRYU-CHAN! // Still accepting!

@oathbrother​​ said: squinting up at his bro, all nishiki could do was chuckle— an arm being slung around kiryu’s shoulders as nishiki just smiles, “ happy birthday, old man. can’t believe you’re seeing another day. ” 😭‼️

   HE WOULD BE THE ONE to eventually break away from this little staring contest of theirs, having almost too readily returned the other’s squint with a befuddled narrow of his own eyes. Having truly wondered what had caught the other’s eye to bring on such a look from him... only for him to give a snort and a light roll of his eyes ofdisbelief, as those normally intimidating looking features finally began softening. As an oddly boyish little grin and a quirk of a thick brow was directed back at this sworn brother, such mien would only ever truly occur around he whom he had always viewed as a close friend, if not family.

   Easily leaning into the other’s embrace then and following his lead, teasing was to be expected by this point from the other. And before he could even stop himself, so would that simple little indignant “Oi.” escape past his own lips. As he watched the other’s own smile widen expectantly in return, something that would of course only lead into more teasing on the other’s parts. As Kiryu himself would always so fall so easily into these traps, offering him even more material to work with, with each passing moment.

   And yet, to be called an OLD MAN of all things... was just ridiculous. One that would cause Kiryu to briefly shake his head, as they carried on towards their destination for that day. Seeing as he and Nishiki were still very much young men that have their WHOLE LIVES ahead of them. And maybe they were a just a little less wide-eyed than before, when compared to those few years back. But this was after all still very much the BEGINNING when it came to the path that they have chosen for themselves. With many plans in mind, big dreams-- there he to admit, as they would stand SIDE-BY-SIDE. While they would work hard to make it the very top itself. Standing their ground, from the very day they had refused to turn right back-- as Kazama had so demanded them to.

   Do orphans not get to dream?

   This was a dangerous world to which they had chosen to enter. But one to which they felt was the only world to which they belonged in. One where they would be able to make something out of themselves, and to someday be just like the man they would owe their ENTIRE LIVES to. A world that this young brawler of a yakuza would fight TOOTH and NAIL for, especially when knowing that he wouldn’t ever be doing it alone.

   “Yeah, yeah... and it’s all thanks to you.” 

   Ever the voice of reason, Nishiki had always been the man with the vision. The very one that had made their dreams much grander, as the path was set out before the two of them. And it was for those reasons (And several others) that Kiryu himself was more than glad to stand readily by the side with the other, FISTS AT THE READY. 

   “Heh... you’ll always be there to set me straight, huh?”

   A wizened gaze would be greeted by the sight of the gentle sunset itself, as the ex-yakuza would take in another breath of the salty sea breeze that would gently brush past them. Watching as the crystal clear seas continued lapping away at the warm powdery sand, that have since lightly snuggled themselves in between their very toes. A sensation to which they might have humorously complained about, several decades back. But one to which was almost welcoming-- especially for these ageing, tired bodies of theirs. One of many things to which Kiryu himself had never truly appreciated-- until everything itself had nearly been taken away from him.

   And so would his gaze cast itself over to the man beside him, who was very much doing the same in embracing what would be offered to them on this day. With skin just as sun-kissed as his own, those scars that would cover his body almost seemed to fade into the warm light cast by the setting sun itself.

   It had been a long road to recovery, but once more-- as they would continue to remain beside one another-- so would they eventually get there. As Nishiki was now able to stand once more on his own two feet, perhaps it was almost childish in the eyes of others-- as these two middle aged men would relish in the soft sand beneath their feet. As they took a walk down the beach itself, before it was time to head on back for his little birthday dinner celebration. One that Haruka and the other orphans have been planning all week just for their caretaker. Having readily chased these two old men out of the orphanage (Demanding that they go get some fresh air first)-- so that they could finish getting it all prepared.

   The nostalgia behind those words would make itself known through a soft twinkle within dark eyes themselves. From the sheer familiarity of it all, even when it came to that very expression directed at him by the other then. All to which he had thought were left so far behind them... so many years ago.

   Though instead of huffing out his indignation, so would Kiryu himself chuckle gently, before reaching his own arm out to the other. Slinging it around the man’s shoulders, but still bearing caution when it came to his presently frail state. Something that would surprise the other, as he had always been the one to instigate such a thing, after all.

   “And here’s hoping that there will be plenty more to come.”

   For the both of us, brother.

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