Yakuza x Reader (Mainly Majima)

Goro Majima : Funeral Of Fists

Shimano is too bode, yo

Hundreds of mourners littered Tojo's halls chattering and lingering. Every one had been informed that the service was running late, but had yet to find out why.
Few women were seen at yakuza funerals. Even fewer children.
Tojo's chairman had been killed, leaving the syndicate in disarray, so as the wife of a family captain you were expected to pay your respects at such an event. Even if it meant bringing your kids.
Hikaru was only two years old, but he was a real handful.

Majima had taken it upon himself to show you Tojo's garden before the service, since it seemed to be the least crowded place in the area. A couple of other members had brought their children outside to play, but the number was only enough to count on one hand. Hardly any Yakuza had families.
"Soften up," you whispered, clasping his chin whilst he reflected in silence. "What's the matter?"
"Just don't like ya bein' here in this damn house," he admitted. "Tojo's fulla scum." Pausing, the gangster sighed as he watched after Hikaru playing in the grass, chasing butterflies and leaping around. "He shouldn't have to see all this."
Rolling your eyes, a sensitive smile appeared on your face.
"We've got the entirety of Majima family to look out for us. It's only for one day, and it's just to follow protocol."
He chuckled, remaining quiet as he subtly pulled you towards him.
"I know, Babe," he sighed. "I don't want my boy being caught up in any of this shit."

Wandering back inside, with his son in his arms, members of his clan stood waiting for you to catch up.
Their orders were simple : Protect you at all costs, even if it results in expulsion or death. Wherever you went, there was someone familiar on every corner. Your husband was deadly serious when it came to your safety, and the safety of his kid, and every man Tojo or otherwise knew that. It was unlikely anybody would pursue you knowing the Mad Dog's past, but it wasn't a promise.
Bowing their heads as you approached, mutters of 'Majima-dono' always made you giggle. Had your soft hearted husband really instilled such fear into these people?
You knew he got into fights and that he was a little strict, but you just couldn't picture him being totally brutal to them.
Across the way were some Dojima family members, including the late Patriarch's wife.
"Wow," you gasped. "Yayoi Dojima's just as beautiful as I imagined."
Adorned in traditional, silken garb, Sohei's widow wandered silently through the long hallway. She was calm and composed, the shuffle of her garments gently fading into the background chatter until you caught her gaze.
"Majima-san, I'd like to express my gratitude for your attendance today."
Bowing deeply, you stood tall in her presence, understanding what a powerful woman she was.
"Please, the pleasure is all mine. It's my duty as the captain's wife."
"Is this... Hikaru-kun?" she gasped, holding her hand over her lips.
"Hikaru, how do we greet Lady Dojima?"
Staring at this woman who he barely knew, Yayoi chuckled softly when he bowed to her.
"Good morring, Lady Doja."
"How cute. He's been brought up well. My gratitude extends to you too, Hikaru-kun."
Bidding her goodbye, you were glad that your attendance had been accepted.
The service was supposed to start soon, but whispers of a delay were circulating, prompting Kashiwagi, a colleague of your husband's, to try and cater to your bored toddler.
Standing beside the Captain's right hand man, Nishida, you waited patiently for some news, keeping your head low to hide your face behind your hat. Your heels were hurting you, sleazy gangsters were ogling you from all over.
"Steady, Hikaru-kun," Kashiwagi insisted, remaining close whilst he tore round at the bottom of the stairs.

"Watch it, mite! What sorta man brings his damn kid to somethin' like this?"
Pushing the lad onto the floor, he burst into tears, attracting the attention of his caregivers.
"Did you just touch my son-?!"
"Y/N, don't."
You refused to lay off, pulling away from him.
"What are you doing pushing a two year old?!"
"Yer the boy's mother?!"
There was a serious amount of jealousy surrounding your marriage. The few yakuza who had long term relationships and wives often only managed to keep them through fear. You were not frightened of your husband. You were certain he loved you and that he knew you loved him too.
"Holy shit, is that the Mad Dog's girl?"
Chatters began to circle, and it was too late to hide beneath the brim of your hat now, leaving your face as bait for these lewd lackeys.
"Oh man, the rumours 'bout'cha bein' easy on the eyes're true. Poor kid looks just like his pops. What'cha doin' knocking about with some sketchy one-eyed fuck like this? Don't'cha wanna real man, Sweetheart?"
"Keep comments like that to yourself. You're supposed to be in mourning."
"Damn, that's cold. Don't think I won't whack ya just 'cause yer a woman-"
"Eh, threatenin' my girl, wanna say that to me?" he hissed through gritted teeth. "Naw, I'm takin' down this waste of oxygen for disrespectin' ya!"
"You don't need to, Majima Family doesn't waste its time on scum like this."
Your tiny gloved hands pushing against his chest deterred him somewhat, but Majima had been so actively hunting poor Kiryu ever since his release, he was itching to brawl regardless of the circumstances.
"Man, ya got him whipped good, Lady!" he laughed, causing a chain reaction of infuriating cackling around you. Getting right in the lackey's face, the brim of your hat almost took his eyes out.
"We're at a funeral for God's sake. You should be ashamed of yourselves, trying to scrap here-!"
"I hope you fuckwits weren't about to cause shit!" a deep voice boomed from behind you. The others scarpered, mutters beginning to circle since you were noticeably scared beneath your headwear.
"G-good morning, Shimano-han," you greeted, bowing your head quickly.
Gasping, you noticed your baby boy against the giant monster's ceremonial garb, distracted by his long sash whilst reasonably comfortable in his arms. Your heart leaping to your throat, Shimano noticed how the tyke wasn't afraid of him, grinning toothily. The child was plucked from the bosses grasp and returned to your arms, only the top of your hat visible where you were curled in a ball, apologising profusely.
"I'm so terribly sorry for our behaviour, Shimano-han," you tried to project, as sure as possible. "Showing disrespect at such an important funeral is unforgivable."
"Hm. Not gonna apologise, eh?!" the bald bad man screamed at his goon, swiping his fist against his face to knock him back to the floor.
Wincing at the impact, you clutched Hikaru even tighter than before, relieved when your husband pulled you up from your knees and guided you back behind him.
"Have some damn respect!"
Scarpering, they toddled away with shaken apologies, leaving you to take the remainder of the huge man's mood.
His bosses snakey glare made it difficult for you to pick the correct words when talking to him, and whilst you knew full well he wasn't exactly bothered by the Chairman's death, you dreaded Majima receiving a beating because of something you said or did.
The Patriarchs were discussed often amongst the other mafia wives. Shimano was feared by every single one of them.
Admittedly, you were terrified by him too, despite the Captain swearing to you that no harm would come to you as a result of the Tiger.
However, you still couldn't feel safe around him. What made you feel even more uneasy was the fact that he was unusually sweet to you, compared to the other wives.
Not only were you his underling's absolute weakness, making him easier to manipulate, but you were an entertainment when he wanted you to be. You conversed with him out of respect unlike the other wives, and Majima was one of his best projects though he'd never admit it.
Watching after his lackeys going back to work, he noticed you emanating towards the strong safety of Majima.
"The fault lies with me, Boss," Goro stammered, pulling you close. "My wife and child are only here to pay their respects."
"Hm," he grinned crudely, getting a good look at you. It infuriated your husband, the way he looked you up and down like a mouthwateringly tasty dish, but he had to remain professional. He absolutely loathed bringing you into Tojo's affairs, but having you around meant protection was easier to come by and keep.
You snuggled into your son, trying to obscure your face from the Patriarch's leering gaze.
"Who's the little scamp?" Futoshi asked, managing his tone to be a little softer when speaking to the boy. "I don't think we've been introduced."
Peeling the child away from you, he was placed in front of the leader, quiet as a mouse.
"What's yer name, huh?"
"Hikaru," he whispered, unfamiliar with this bald beast looming over him.
"Show some respect and bow yer damn head-!" Majima mumbled through gritted teeth, forcing the kids head into a bowing position.
"Knock it off, Majima. It's alright."
Shimano crouched, allowing Hikaru to adjust.
Laughing raspily, he touched the child's soft hands and marveled at how much like young Majima he'd turned out.
"Hikaru-kun? Hmm, what a strong name." You tried not to flinch when he came closer to inspect the child, interacting with the inquisitive little mite. "Lookin' just like yer Daddy, 'n' all. Mmm, hm hm hm," he chuckled, reminding you to stop holding your breath. "Perhaps you'll make a strong Shimano family captain one of these days."