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nishikiyamayuko · 3 months

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Biannual reminder of just how much it sucks that Yuko has no presence in the story whatsoever because Kazama’s whole purpose is to unmoor the audience by starting out as a trustworthy symbol of paternal guidance only to be revealed as a murderer and liar at the very end of his life. And with that reveal in mind, the fact that he paid for Yuko’s medical treatment gets retroactively evolved from a fairly simple act of generosity into something… deeply, insidiously gross and invasive. Especially consider that Nishiki’s whole involvement in the Yakuza started in part because he felt indebted to him because of it, and Yuko & him functioned as Kazama’s surrogate children.

Like oh yeah, Kazama funded all efforts to keep Yuko alive for two decades. After killing her mother and father when she was a baby, without her ever finding out. You think she loved him? You think he loved her?You think she loved the idea of him more than the man, because he became so distant after she got sick? You think she wrestled with the part of herself that understood why he couldn’t visit her more often & the part of her that resented him for not making more of an effort? You think, when he did visit her, she was so glad to have his company but so offput by the fact that he basically saw her as a little girl, since that was when he had the most contact with her?

You think she admired his authority, but felt some twinge of bitterness knowing she could never claim any of that power for herself? You think she listened to Nishiki whine about not feeling wanted by Kazama and had to decide if she was sympathetic or jealous that he even had so many opportunities to be around him? You think either of them came to visit her when she was in comas or unconscious, and she woke up with choppy, distorted memories of their voices at her bedside? You think she cherished those, knowing she wasn’t forgotten? You think being spoken to while unable to respond disturbed her, and she tried her best to forget them?

You think she asked Kazama about her father when she was a little kid, and he dodged the question because it had only been a few years since he killed that man & Yuko is talkative and he just could not stand the possibility that she might start prattling on about her dead dad if he did share any information? You think she asked him about her mother when she got older, became a woman herself? You think he told her what little he knew, because he didn’t emotionally react to her death in the first place, she was just collateral damage & Yuko doesn’t look as much like her anyway, so the conversation feels less brazenly deceptive?

You think he bought her gifts? You think she looked at them and thought of how lavish her funeral would be? You think he got any of her belongings after she died, something small like a hair clip or a well-loved doll, because Nishiki took all the big stuff? You think she had already given him some little trinket long before she passed, because he saw her so rarely that it had the same effect as if she had already been gone? You think that morbid liminality reminded him of how it felt the first time, driving to some quiet part of Kamurocho, knowing you’re going there to end a life? You think she picked up on that unspoken, one-sided significance, maybe wondered why he sometimes seemed tense around her? Did Kazama go to her funeral? Did him and Nishiki talk at it?

And the writers didn’t even think her perspective on that series of events was worth bringing up. Fun!

#kazama shintaro #shintaro kazama #nishikiyama yuko #yuko nishikiyama #nishikiyama akira #akira nishikiyama #oh and technically #Souta

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atanx · 11 months

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Okay: how fucked up is it that Nishiki was buried next to Kazama of all fucking people instead of, uh, I don't know, maybe his SISTER???

It's honestly frightening how Yuko was just erased from the narrative. For all intents and purposes, she was just a plot device, a contributing factor to Nishiki's downwards spiral. It's understandable why even fandom forgets about her (no character model, no voice, no personality whatsoever) but in-universe, it's really fucking insane.

Like you're trying to tell me that Nishiki, Yuko, Kiryu and Yumi used to be really close as kids. I think it's in an RGGOnline story that Yuko was the one who helped Yumi open up when she arrived. But for some reason, when the game series starts (even in Y0) Yuko is suddenly just "Nishiki's little sister", which is bizarrely distant of them.

Like what could have happened, in-universe, that just made everyone except for Nishiki forget about Yuko?

Sure, you could make an argument along the lines of, "due to her condition, visitation rights were limited". But even if so, that wouldn't be grounds to become straight up APATHETIC towards her. Even if they couldn't visit (which I doubt they couldn't) they could have exchanged letters and gifts via Nishiki, could have shown more interest in her well-being, could have had conversations through the phone with her. You'd do all of that and more for someone you (allegedly) view as a sibling.

And the pre ten years in the joint stuff aside, why did Kiryu never ask about Yuko? (At least from what I remember) Like does he even know that she's dead? That would be an explanation for them not burying the Nishikis together but it also wouldn't make sense because if Yuko were still alive you'd think she'd be in the picture.

And Kiryu KNOWS that Nishiki hated Kazama enough to shoot him. Why bury Nishiki next to (I think literally in between them) Yumi and Kazama?? Considering how much Nishiki cared for his sister, wouldn't it be more proper and merciful to reunite them in death? I'd understand it if the game stated that for example there isn't actually a vacant grave next to Yuko's or that Kiryu didn't know where it was or something.

But Yuko literally doesn't get brought up at all in the ending. She served her purpose as a narrative device and that's it.

I seriously believe that this is just a flaw in the writing. They fleshed out the story and forgot to make it make sense upon closer inspection. And that's definitely forgivable from a media-consumption perspective. Even though YK1 has many, many writing flaws I did still enjoy it. But it's just so wrong and cruel in-universe.

#Now granted i might not remember some stuff and thus have inadvertently told some lies here so feel free to correct me #Because i admittedly didn't pay much attention to Yuko initially #my rants #nishikiyama akira #yakuza #rgg #nishikiyama yuko #this thought about the location of nishikis grave came to me at seven in the morning today and it hasnt let me go since #kiryu kazuma #yakuza kiwami spoilers #yakuza kiwami

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mendipite · 11 months

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A Timeline of Yuko Nishikiyama

Was having some thoughts and wanted to put this together.

At the start of the prologue movie (x), in the Summer of 1980, we hear Kiryu (11-12, most likely 12) and Nishiki (11) talking about Yumi, who is about to move to Sunflower after her parents were killed. Nishiki says that she’s “really young”, but not as young as Yuko.

Yuko appears to be, at youngest, 5 years old here (though open to interpretation). Since we know that Yumi was born in June 1971, making her 9 years old, this would put Yuko between 5-8 years old in 1980. Making her year of birth 1972-1975, and the age gap between her and her brother 3-6 years. This would mean that their parents died when Nishiki was at youngest between 3 and 6 years old (1971-1974).

Yuko’s health problems begin in 1983 (aged 8-11), as also seen in the prologue.

The RGGO story with her and Nishiki is in 1984 (age 9-12) (x).

In RGGO, Nishiki has a voice line (x at 4:44) where he mentions that (around 1988) he made enough money that she was able to move to a better hospital. Unless she moved between hospitals on multiple occasions, this would be the time she moved to Touto Hospital. (Perhaps she was at Touto originally but teenage just-joined-the-yakuza Nishiki couldn’t afford to keep her there without Kazama’s funding? Who knows. As an aside, there is a Kazama-centric RGGO story where he says that as a parent he could never abandon his own child. Does that imply he didn’t see Yuko as a daughter given well… everything? (x))

Though the flashback scene of Nishiki after her death in Kiwami has no date, there is an RGGO card that confirms it is in 1996 (aged 21-24) (x). Her death was presumably organ failure since they were unable to find a donor for her, but Nishiki says that she was so weak by the end that she may not have survived the necessary surgery even if they did (x).

#Let me know if there’s anything I missed #I keep forgetting that she would be an adult by the time of kiwami #wish we had more lore on her #nishikiyama yuko #nishikiyama akira #yakuza kiwami #yuko nishikiyama #akira nishikiyama

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majimemegoro · 2 years

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Meet the Nishikis follow-up to this

At 3 a.m. Nishikiyama Kazuya arrived home. Kikyo was already in bed, dozing. After opening the door, her husband stood there for a minute, silhouetted tall and thin in the light, like he didn’t know what he was doing there. Kikyo could tell from the shape of the silhouette that his vest was undone.

“Kazuya,” she said softly.

Dreamlike, he moved into the apartment, letting the door fall shut behind him. The room returned to blue darkness, but the window was open and even in the nighttime Kikyo could still see. As Nishikiyama approached, it became clear that there were bruises all over his neck and jaw.

“Oh,” Kikyo said. A familiar, quiet dread and anger.

“It’s okay,” Nishikiyama said. “I’m… fine.” His voice was wrecked. The only time she’d ever heard him more hoarse than this was a few years ago, when he and Akira and Yuko all caught laryngitis. Nishikiyama’s case had been so bad that he couldn’t speak for three whole days, only make a rough wheezing whisper. That was the power of a virus. It had taken a few days to reach that climax. A man, however, could accomplish the same effect in hours. Or perhaps it had been minutes.

Kikyo had heard rumours that Nihara could be a brute. She tried to keep tabs on information like that. But if she was being honest, she hadn’t led much credence to the rumours. Nihara always seemed so measured and reasonable. And amid the preparations for the party and everything else going on lately, she’d forgotten to worry about it anyway.

Just as well. Her husband wouldn’t have changed his mind, and neither would she.

“I’m… going to shower,” Nishikiyama said.

“Okay.”

Still at a glacial pace, as though sleepwalking, Nishikiyama moved around the bed to the bathroom, dropping first his vest and then his shirt on the way. He flicked on the light, making the room turn yellow once more. Then he closed the door and the yellow was carven down into four thin lines, pale amid the darkness.

Kikyo let her eyes shut. She heard the faucet turn on, and then turn off, and retching, and the toilet flush. A few minutes after that the steady drumbeat of the shower began.

Kikyo drifted off. When she woke again the clock read 5:32 and the sound of the shower had stopped. Nishikiyama emerged from the bathroom just then, hair dripping wet and dressed in the fluffy white bathrobe.

“Hi,” Kikyo said.

Her husband nodded.

He climbed into bed, still wearing the bathrobe. He lay on his back and closed his eyes. He’d left the light in the bathroom on, and up close Kikyo could see how exhausted he looked. The little wrinkles visible around around his eyes. He hadn’t had those a few years ago. He would have to be very careful if he wanted to keep looking a decade younger than he was. She wished he didn’t have to. Maybe.

As she watched, slowly Nishikiyama swallowed and opened his eyes again. “…Can you pass me my-“

Wordlessly Kikyo reached over and passed him a bottle of pills from the nightstand. Nishikiyama unscrewed the bottle and dry-swallowed a pill.

“Long night,” he said. His voice sounded a bit better, but not very. Two hours of steam could only do so much. “I’m… sorry I couldn’t keep more of an eye on you.” Aside from the raw throat, it still sounded like voicing each word took a concerted mental effort. The phrases drawn out, like he couldn’t remember how to speak. “Did Dojima bother you?”

“No,” Kikyo said. “I stayed away from him and he didn’t cause trouble.”

Nishikiyama let out a long sigh of relief. “Thank god,” he murmured. “I don’t want to have to-“

“It’s fine,” she said. “It all turned out fine.” Silence. “How did things go with Nihara?”

“He’s… on board. I guess.”

“That’s good.”

Nishikiyama hummed.

“…Did you… check on Akira and Yuko,” Nishikiyama said. “When you… got back.”

“Yes. They’re fine. Sleeping.”

“Thank god. Thank god.” Then, “Oh, there’s… a new problem,” he said.

“What is it?”

“Awano-san said she’s divorcing her husband.”

Kikyo thought about that. “For you?”

“Yes.” A miserable whisper.

“And she was serious?”

“I think so. …Kikyo, I swear I didn’t try, I made it so clear to her I wasn’t interested-“

Letting out a soft laugh, Kikyo rolled over to look directly at her husband. “My poor dear love,” she said. “You don’t need to try. You just breathe, and the world throws itself at your feet.”

“Awano… is going to be pissed.”

“We’ll deal with that when we have to,” Kikyo replied. “He‘s just a high-ranking enforcer, anyway. Not even an officer, technically. If we had to please every person like that…” She was going to say that Nishikiyama would never get a moment’s rest. But he already didn’t, and neither did she. So, “It’s impossible,” she said. “Kazuya, put it from your mind. If Awano-san wants to make herself available to you, that doesn’t force you to take any actions.”

“…I know that. But her husband is going to be dead set against us from now on. That… isn’t what we need.”

“The cost of beauty,” Kikyo said, half bitterly. “People always want you to be theirs.”

Nishikiyama turned his head to look directly back at her for the first time since he’d returned. Face haggard, haunted eyes, even if she could ignore the bruising. “You shouldn’t have to be in a room with Dojima for even a minute,” he said.

“And you shouldn’t have to be in a room with half the people at that party. It’s fine; we all make sacrifices.”

“Maybe…” There was a slight slur in his voice. Most likely the medication was kicking in. “Kikyo,” he said. “How did things go with Higashiyama?”

For a moment she didn’t answer. “Good, I think,” she said at last. “He seemed open to the idea.”

“Thank god…”

“But-“ She hesitated.

“What,” Nishikiyama said.

“He… kept saying how he was disappointed that we didn’t bring Akira along. That he’s such a good young man, and growing to be so handsome, and that it would be wonderful to see him…” She trailed off. The implication curled heavy and ugly in the air.

“I - do we-“ Nishikiyama looked like he was struggling to verbalize. “We’re not… Higashiyama isn’t nearly important enough to even consider that. Right?” Uncertainty hanging on the words.

“Not to me. Not yet. No.” And, unspoken, she really hoped not ever.

Nishikiyama let out a sigh of obvious relief. “Thank god,” he murmured again. “Kikyo, do you ever worry that-“

“Shh,” she said quickly. “Kazuya, you need to sleep. You’ve been through a lot. Don’t fight the meds, okay?”

He swallowed, and she watched the purple bruises on his throat shift ever so slightly. How strange and sad, to have the most beautiful, brilliant husband in the world and see him repeatedly demolished.

“The kids-“ he tried again.

“I’ll bring them by myself. You should rest-“

“No,” he said, hoarse and desperate. “They’ve been looking forward to the aquarium since November. I told them we’d do it for Christmas. It’s New Year’s now. I want to go tomorrow.”

“Today, Kazuya. The sun will rise before too long, and you haven’t gotten a minute of rest. And you were in the hospital over Christmas, the kids can’t blame your for that.”

“Fuck… but I can still go.” He let out a sound between a cough and a wheeze, and winced.

Kikyo slid her hand slowly across the sheets to touch his forearm. Through the bathrobe, she pressed it lightly. “Sleep now. If you’re up to it later, we’ll all go, as planned.”

“Fuck Nihara,” Nishikiyama said, voice cracking on the syllables.

“Yes,” Kikyo agreed quietly. “Fuck Nihara.”

“Fuck Higashiyama.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck Awano, too.”

“Both of them,” Kikyo agreed.

“This better fucking work,” Nishikiyama said. It sounded like was crying, but no tears were visible. “This whole thing better be fucking worth it.”

Everyone, even the most steadfast visionaries, suffered moments of doubt. Kikyo had to believe that.

“Sleep now,” she said. “Aquarium later. And tomorrow…”

“I’m going to bring this world to its knees,” Nishikiyama said, weak but vehement. “I’m going to finish this. No one will be able to touch us again.”

Without looking, Kikyo’s hand found his. She squeezed. His fingers twitched. Perhaps the best response he could muster under the circumstances.

Kikyo woke up at 7:30 and put on her makeup and did her hair and put in earrings and got dressed. She started cooking breakfast, and then went to rouse Akira and Yuko.

“Good morning!” she said, brightly but quietly. So as not to disturb her husband. “Akira-kun, Yuko-chan, happy new year!” She gently shook Akira’s shoulder.

He instantly sat up. “Happy new year, mom!” he said, eyes shining. “Are we-“

“Don’t you want to hurry and get your breakfast?” Kikyo said in her peppiest voice. “I made a western food, and I think you’ll like it.”

Akira’s face turned pleading. “But, mom, are we-“

“Hush, Akira! Hurry and come eat,” She pulled Yuko out of bed, giving her a kiss on the head. “Come now!”

She returned to the kitchen to check the fish-shaped pancakes. After two minutes the kids, still sleepy, came in and climbed into the chairs. Perfect timing. Kikyo flipped the first two pancakes one last time, scooped one onto each plate standing ready, decorated them with strawberry sauce, and placed them with a flourish in front of her children.

Akira looked to the pancake and back to her, eyes wide. “Mom, it’s a fish shape! Are we-?”

“Yes, of course we’re going to the aquarium, you silly boy,” she said, smiling. “We promised, didn’t we? Now hurry and eat so you can get ready.”

Yuko started making a high-pitched sound that was blessedly faint.

“Stop that, Yuko,” Kikyo ordered. She cut Yuko’s pancake into pieces so Yuko could grab it with her chopsticks.

“Whoa,” Akira said after tasting the pancake. “It’s like a dessert.”

“Special occasion,” Kikyo said. She served them each another pancake and sat down with some of her own.

The kids ate quickly, and got dressed on their own in passable outfits. Kikyo handed Akira his coat and pulled Yuko over. She managed to get a coat over Yuko’s shoulders before Yuko started fidgeting.

“Mom, where’s dad?” Akira asked. “Isn’t he here? Is he going to meet as at the aquarium?”

“Your father is tired from work,” Kikyo said, trying to stop Yuko’s right arm from flailing. “He’s resting. Maybe he’ll join us for dinner afterward. Akira, button up your-” she reached for his coat.

Akira’s face fell. “What?” he asked, distraught, tears already welling up. “Dad’s not coming?”

“Who’s telling tall tales about me?” Nishikiyama asked from behind them. Kikyo turned. He was leaning on the doorway, smiling broadly, all dressed and ready to go. There was a scarf wound around his neck, and no bruises visible on his chin. Well - if he could cover up eye circles every day, what was a little bruise?

“Dad!” Akira extracted himself from Kikyo’s attentions and ran to his father, immediately latching onto his leg. Yuko followed, laughing in excitement. She immediately started biting the other leg.

“Ow, stop that, Yuko,” Nishikiyama chided. He scooped her up in one arm, kissing her on a round little cheek. With the other hand he ruffled Akira’s hair. Nishikiyama’s hair was wavier than usual from having foregone its usual post-shower blow dry, but other than that - well, no one would ever guess the state he’d been in just a few hours ago.

“Dad, dad, you’re coming with us, right?” Akira pleaded, tugging on his arm.

“Of course I am,” Nishikiyama replied, the smile never for a minute leaving his face. “We agreed on it, right?”

“Yes!” Akira’s eyes shone.

“Daddy, I wanna bring the shark,” Yuko said. “Can I bring the shark?”

“Your shark is in my purse,” Kikyo said. “Ill give it to you once we’re in the car so you don’t drop it. Kazuya, give me Yuko so I can finish putting her coat on.”

Obligingly he lowered Yuko to the ground. Kikyo started trying to get her to put her arms through the sleeves of her coat. It was an involved task.

Vaguely in the background Kikyo could hear Nishikiyama and Akira negotiating over Akira possibly being picked up. The terms apparently agreed upon-

“Whoop! Here we go!” Nishikiyama lifted Akira onto his shoulders. “Okay, now, warn me if we’re going to run into anything, okay? I don’t want you to hit your head.”

Beaming, Akira nodded vehemently.

When they finally made it out the door and to the elevator, Nishikiyama put Akira down. Yuko started racing circles around them and bumping into the walls while Akira tried to stop her.

Kikyo kept her voice low and looked at her own smeared, vague reflection in the burnished gold walls of the elevator instead of looking at her husband.

“Kazuya, are you sure you’re-“

“Yes,” he said.

“Did you take your-“

“Yes.”

“You should eat something,” she murmured.

Nishikiyama pulled a clementine out of his pocket and brandished it at her. Insufficient. As usual. But at least it was something.

The elevator dinged and they exited in the parking area. When they reached the car, Nishikiyama hesitated. “Kikyo, could you-“ She went to the driver’s side and he got in on the left. They buckled Akira and Yuko into their car seats and then peeled off.

“Shark!” Yuko said. “Shark!”

“Say please, Yuko-chan,” Kikyo said, but Nishikiyama was already handing Yuko the shark. He cast Kikyo an apologetic glance at pre-empting her order. Kikyo sighed.

In the back seat, Akira started talking about the fish documentary he’d watched at school.

“Kazuya, how are you feeling?” Kikyo asked, voice low.

“Great!” he said, flashing a grin. “Excited to see some marine life, right, kids?” He swivelled around to address them, and they cheered.

He never knew when it was safe to stop the fucking performance.

On they drove. It was only a twenty minute drive to the aquarium, but traffic was a bit dense. Akira babbled on about the documentary and about his fish report that had received an top grade, and Yuko slapped her shark against the back of Kikyo’s seat.

Kikyo put on the blinker and glanced over her shoulder as she changed lanes. She remembered that the other day she’d left a coupon for the food court in the mall outside the aquarium in the glove compartment. “Kazuya, could you pass me-“ A second glance revealed that his head was leaning way back on the headrest: eyes closed, lips slightly parted. He was asleep.

Under his jaw there was a little spot of green bruising that he’d missed covering up with concealer. Her hands tightened on the wheel.

“The shark is going to eat you, Akira!” Yuko was saying shrilly. “She’s biting your fingers off!”

“No, she isn’t,” Akira said, voice striking a balance between petulance and dignity. “She’s not even a real shark, she’s made of plastic.”

“No!” Yuko shouted. “Real shark!”

Nishikiyama’s head jerked up. He’d been awoken by the noise. There was an incredibly blurry look in his gaze.

“Indoor voices, Yuko!” Kikyo said. “Don’t shout in the car or I’ll take the shark away.”

“No!” Yuko said. “She’s my shark!”

“Dad,” Akita said desperately, “Did you know that oarfishes are the longest fishes in the world?”

“Oh?” Nishikiyama said, turning around, smile plastered back on his face. “That’s crazy! How long do they get?”

There was a beat of silence, and Kikyo knew instinctually that Akira was upset. Her eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. Sure enough, he looked stricken. He didn’t know how long oarfish got.

“I bet they get almost as long as a dragon,” Nishikiyama said quickly, realizing his mistake. “Do you think so?”

“Probably,” Akira said desperately. “Probably they get even longer than a dragon.” He paused. “But they’re better than dragons, anyway, because dragons aren’t even real.” He finished in a rush, and another look in the rearview showed him flushed with pride at the speech.

“Holy shit, are you - I mean, geez Louise, are you sure, Akira?” Nishikiyama said, shooting another glance at Kikyo. Apologetic, and maybe, this time, panicked, too. Kikyo didn’t think she’d ever heard him slip up like that in front of the kids. She wanted to take him home and wrap him in a blanket and force him to get some proper rest.

“Yes,” Akira said, doubling down. He gripped the sides of his car seat and strained forward. “Dragons aren’t real. They’re like Santa Claus.”

“Wow,” Nishikiyama said. “You’re a smart kid, Akira. That’s pretty advanced stuff.”

“I guess so,” Akira said modestly.

“Santa Claus is real,” Yuko said quietly.

“Of course Santa Claus is real,” Nishikiyama said. Kikyo cast him a sidelong look just in time to catch him winking, presumably at Akira.

“So kids!” Nishikiyama said. “What kinds of animals do you think we’ll see at the aquarium? Elephants?”

Akira and Yuko laughed. “No!” Akira said. “The aquarium is for fishes, not land mammals, dad.”

“Oh, I see. So… like giraffes?”

Again Akira and Yuko burst into laughter. Nishikiyama echoed them. It was the host laugh. The same laugh he’d been making for Nihara last night. Kikyo flexed her hands around the wheel.

#nishiki #nishikiyama yuko #nishikiyama akira #the nishikiyamas #nishiki's parents #memecomradeoriginal #nihara character assassination #i mean whatever nihara wanted nishikiyama would pretend to be into it so #but also nihara should know that nishikiyama is after influence/favors so to be suspicious of him... is consent even possible #the morality is highly dicey.#ANYWAY the nishikiyamas are good parents. but no they aren't. yes they are <3 #jokes aside they probably arent but theyre trying so hard. theyre trying so hard its killing them #anyway yeahthis is a different story from Happy Miraculous Dream Job!#WIP #to anyone who reads and responds.. thank you #very much

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nishikiyamayuko · 8 months

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Justifying Yuko’s absence in Yumi and Kiryu’s lives (even in times of crisis) by writing her as someone who self isolates when she’s in pain, just like her brother, is fun because it basically means having her be like

#akira nishikiyama #nishikiyama akira #yuko nishikiyama #nishikiyama yuko #yumi sawamura #kiryu kazuma

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mushrooms-and-blooms · 1 year

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An exploration of Nishiki's pov after the confrontation in the Millennium Tower, a chat with his sister, and a hopeful future

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Words: 4362, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games)

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Nishikiyama Akira, Nishikiyama Yuko, Kiryu Kazuma

Additional Tags: Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Bittersweet, Character Study, Injury, Burns, Post-Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza 1 (Video Game)

#first time posting one of these ever #sure hope I did it right #yakuza #nishiki #nishikiyama akira #nishikiyama yuko #yakuza nishiki #ao3 #fanfic #akira nishikiyama #yuko nishikiyama #gen fic

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supercityboys · 7 months

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The thing that constantly gets me about Nishiki is that on a metaphysical level he fails. He’s not Kiryu’s narrative foil and so no matter how hard he tried to be the anti-Kiryu he still failed. At the end of the day, Nishiki absolutely could of lived. The very things he stood for weren’t even proved wrong or countered, like he wasn’t a stand for anything. He’s not Ryuji. Shit, he was barely the main villain.

#mine #akira nishikiyama #do you get it?#he never found HIMSELF. good side or bad side #he failed to be an imitation. even in his clothing. he didn’t -and wouldn’t- grow into that suit like Kiryu w/ his #and sure. ok. we don’t even SEE Yuko. Kiryu doesn’t have a bio sister. Do you think Ryuji would do the same? no!#because he already was a strong leader! he was already himself!

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the-24-hour-cinderella · 15 days

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Can’t stop thinking about what if rgg studios did a Gaiden game for Nishiki. It can take place in the early 90s and characters like Yumi, Reina, and Yuko can appear there while Nishiki gets involved in a scandal blowing up in the lower rungs of the Tojo Clan and Kiryu’s off doing business for Dojima hours away from Kamurocho in the meantime so he’s not involved at all except with brief mentions by Nishiki and others who already know Kiryu.

#akira nishikiyama #I miss Nishiki so much #each time I play tonight baka darou or judgement in IW I just miss him more each time #imagine a game where Yumi and Yuko appear and get fleshed out like Nishiki did in Y0 #anyways I’m just going to continue with IW

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atanx · 1 year

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Yo, I have IDEAS about Yuko. We learn like literally nothing about her except for the fact that she is ill, something to do with her heart, she once told Nishiki she had a boyfriend because she craved the normality of living without her illness, and she's been in and out of the hospital since she was young. Oh and she was presumably pretty friendly since she was the one who got Yumi to open up.

Whenever I see her in fancontent, which isn't that often, she is most of the time depicted like your typical demure, good morals feminine sorta woman.

which. She is a woman. I think Kazama killed their parents when Nishiki was five, so she could only be five years younger than Nishiki which would have made her at least 22-24 when she died. I personally like the thought of her being 2-3 years younger, which would make her 24-26 when she died.

Like- there's nothing wrong per say with that interpretation of her. I just think it's lame. Especially after 1996. I've seen some things that have her go like "this is not my brother anymore, he's become a monster" which first of all, I don't agree with that statement, and second of all, let women be morally grey. Instead of the same cookie cutter "feminine", demure and meek woman that's REALLY FUCKING FLAT (character - wise) how about we have some female characters that are people?

Let Yuko be bitter. She's had to spend most of her life getting various treatments, suffering from some bullshit illness, even getting hospitalised full-time. Her siblings apart from Nishiki have abandoned her - in Kiwami, she's always "Nishiki's sister" and people don't particularly seem to care that she has an important surgery coming up. Kiryu and Yumi don't go, "hey, maybe we should visit our sister, ask her herself how she is doing, check up on her, pay her some company, cheer her up". Granted, they could not be allowed to visit since they're legally not siblings I think. But they don't ask Nishiki to relay anything to her either.

Yuko has a lot of reasons to be bitter, petty and hateful at the world. Because she's been dealt such an unfair hand. Let her express that.

Also, let her be morally grey. Let her be a goblin who helps Akira achieve world domination. Let her be a little shit, let her be messy because she hasn't had to clean her place up for a long time, let her be obsessed with physical activity because she's afraid of her health becoming frail again, let her be selfish. She deserves it.

Like honestly, as someome who has a sibling, let her be loyal to Nishiki and help him all the while holding him back from completely losing it. Let them support each other.

Yuko can still have traditionally feminine qualities. She could fret about hers and people close to her's health because her experiences have made her paranoid. She could really like cooking because 1) she can do stuff on her own again and 2) the food she makes tastes so much better than hospital food. She can like dressing up femininely and stuff.

Just let her be her own, deep, fleshed out person. We don't have enough fancontent where Yuko survives QAQ.

#yakuza #nishikiyama yuko #nishikiyama akira #akira nishikiyama #rgg #yakuza kiwami #yakuza kiwami spoilers #of sorts #my rants

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