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Yakuza: Wild West Edition
Mar. 14th, 2022 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lone_horseKiryu is getting tired as fuck of getting called a Chinaman.
What brings him out this far is a complicated tale that involves revolution, secret identities, international struggles, and eventually, love. Of a kind. Looking back, he can’t say that he ever saw himself going this far afield to escape the turbulence and conflict back home, but watching Haruka stare out the window of the train and the coach and ask him a half a dozen questions about everything he can’t answer instead of focusing on the loss of her mother?
It could be worse. And perhaps their heartbreak is at an end. Perhaps this will be a new start, a place where they can make a life, if not a fortune. The land claim he’d threatened out of Glover-san might be worth something, might hold the key to setting Haruka up for a stable life her mother could never have dreamed of. At worst, it will be something he can sell off to give them the capital to start a business that will do the same.
Either way, it could be good. They made it to the boarding house and Haruka had been accepted at the fledging school without issue. He had enough money he could investigate the matter of his land claim without needing to immediately look for work (new and different for him) and even drop by mid day for a drink of whiskey, which he had come to like since pilfering a bottle from the mercenary’s castle.
He just has to keep from punching the living daylights out of the stupid fucks who are bothering him during that drink. Who keep asking about his ‘dress’ and why he has a sword and a gun. Who don’t seem to understand that him not talking back has nothing to do with not understanding them (though he can’t say his English is great, it’s better than their Japanese…) and everything to do with trying to stay out of trouble.
But if he hears ‘Chinaman in a dress with his pretty hair’ one more time, someone’s going through a window.
What brings him out this far is a complicated tale that involves revolution, secret identities, international struggles, and eventually, love. Of a kind. Looking back, he can’t say that he ever saw himself going this far afield to escape the turbulence and conflict back home, but watching Haruka stare out the window of the train and the coach and ask him a half a dozen questions about everything he can’t answer instead of focusing on the loss of her mother?
It could be worse. And perhaps their heartbreak is at an end. Perhaps this will be a new start, a place where they can make a life, if not a fortune. The land claim he’d threatened out of Glover-san might be worth something, might hold the key to setting Haruka up for a stable life her mother could never have dreamed of. At worst, it will be something he can sell off to give them the capital to start a business that will do the same.
Either way, it could be good. They made it to the boarding house and Haruka had been accepted at the fledging school without issue. He had enough money he could investigate the matter of his land claim without needing to immediately look for work (new and different for him) and even drop by mid day for a drink of whiskey, which he had come to like since pilfering a bottle from the mercenary’s castle.
He just has to keep from punching the living daylights out of the stupid fucks who are bothering him during that drink. Who keep asking about his ‘dress’ and why he has a sword and a gun. Who don’t seem to understand that him not talking back has nothing to do with not understanding them (though he can’t say his English is great, it’s better than their Japanese…) and everything to do with trying to stay out of trouble.
But if he hears ‘Chinaman in a dress with his pretty hair’ one more time, someone’s going through a window.
