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Majima wasn't coming back up.
There was blood on the edge of the dock and air bubbles in the murky water, but aside from that it was as if Majima had never been there at all.
But he had been there, fighting back-to-back with Kiryu just mere moments ago. His reason for lending a hand might've been twisted, but the end result had still been the same — he'd helped. And now the tables had turned. Majima was the one needing help, and Kiryu wasn't about to fail him.
Kiryu had once seen a shark here, during one of Miss Tatsu's training sessions. That didn't exactly help ease the rising panic. Still, he tried to keep calm and pinpoint the right location before diving in. He spent a few precious seconds trying to catch a glimpse of Majima, and then he could wait no longer. He dove in.
The water was cold, hitting his body with more force than any of the former Dojima members' fists had managed. He'd hoped it would be easier to see when submerged, but the water was just as dark and opaque as it had been when standing on land.
Vision not an option, Kiryu tried going for touch instead. He moved his hands through the water in an attempt to grab hold of something, be it Majima's arm or the edge of his jacket or even his eyepatch, anything to give him an idea of where Majima was.
His lungs felt close to bursting when his searching hands finally hit against something solid. A body. He got a good grip on it and made for the surface, desperately hoping it was Majima and not, say, Kono, his so-called minion, who had finally found his way into Tokyo Bay.
The sunlight was sharp and it took him a second to blink the water out of his eyes, but yes, it was Majima in his arms. Unconscious though, eye closed and his head lolling limply to the side.
Getting him back on land was a bit harder than expected — Majima was deceptively lean; his body was nothing but hard muscle, and subsequently really damn heavy.
And all the while there was a small voice in the back of his mind, telling him that he wasn't moving fast enough. Majima wasn't breathing. Every second counted, and if he ever wanted to hear that ridiculous cackling laugh again, or get another glimpse of the man behind the façade, then he had to move.
Giving mouth-to-mouth while completely out of breath was hardly ideal, but he had no other choice. He placed Majima flat on his back and tilted his head backward. Kiryu's hands shook as he carefully took hold of Majima's jaw and opened up his mouth.
His lips were frighteningly cold, not at all like the heated contact Kiryu had so often imagined. Which was all kinds of wrong to be thinking of now, but whatever self-directed anger he might've felt was quickly overshadowed by the pair of arms that came up around his back to press him in even closer.
He was so shocked that, at first, he couldn't even bring himself to pull away from the kiss — yes, the kiss, that was indeed what Majima had transformed the contact into.
Anger finally cleared his head. He roughly broke off the kiss and got to his feet, glaring down at Majima.
"You bastard! You were just pretending? I thought..."
Majima sat up, laughing. He apparently found Kiryu's outrage to be highly amusing. The only thing keeping Kiryu from punching him was the way his wound was still sluggishly bleeding; tendrils of blood mingling with the water and turning it a pinkish hue.
Gritting his teeth Kiryu walked over to one of the downed men. He went digging through the man's pockets, hoping to find a cellphone as his own probably had gotten ruined when submerged.
"Aw, Kiryu-chan, are you just going to ignore me? Was it your first kiss, perhaps? Is that why you're so upset?"
The cellphone he'd found creaked in his hand. He forced himself to relax, lest he break the plastic and render it unusable.
It was pretty telling that Nishida's number was one of the very few he knew by heart. He sent a text, telling him to come pick up his boss at the dock, and to have a doctor ready. That done, he let the phone slip from his hand — it landed with a dull thud on the goon's forehead, bouncing off to clatter against the pavement. Kiryu took a deep breath and then turned around.
Majima had gotten to his feet. He was clearly set on continuing to goad Kiryu, judging by the mocking grin and the way he was pursing his lips in little kiss motions.
Having had quite enough, Kiryu stalked over to him.
"Ooo, you wanna fight me too? That's what we're here for, right, right. I suppose you were a fighter and not a lover, after all, huh?"
Kiryu grabbed a fistful of his jacket and tugged him in close, pressing their lips together in a hard kiss. Majima's mouth opened beneath his, no doubt in surprise, and Kiryu took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
It was much, much nicer than before. He could've kept it up for a long time, but he he had a point to make.
"I wasn't angry because you kissed me," he said as he pulled back.
Majima blinked. His lips were still parted, seemingly at a loss for words for once. That wasn't a bad thing in and of itself, but when coupled with the look on his face? Yeah, that was bad. Not at all what Kiryu had wanted.
Majima looked so... so damn lost, as if he just couldn't fathom the notion of someone caring about him.
Kiryu understood the feeling, he really did. There had been times in prison where he'd felt that no one gave a damn whether he lived or died. But deep down he'd known it wasn't true — it didn't seem like Majima quite grasped that, however.
He wanted to erase the look, and so he did the only thing he could think of.
It was a gentle kiss, this time. Meant to convey warmth instead of merely proving a point. It took a moment, but Majima soon started to return the kiss in earnest. He was even taking the lead, when the sound of approaching cars made Kiryu pull back.
"It's just my boys," Majima mumbled. "Had them wait close by, just in case."
That probably meant that they didn't have a doctor with them. Majima needed to go get patched up, and Kiryu had things he needed to do as well. It was high time that they went their separate ways.
He could feel a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'll see you later," he said, knowing it to be true.
Majima returned the smile with a wide grin of his own, though there was something a bit softer in his eye than the usual manic gleam. "Later, Kiryu-chan."
It felt like a promise.