it’s humorous in its own little way that nishitani is still breathing… now finding himself stuck in survival mode just to see another miserable day in kamurocho. its also no surprise that he holed himself up in an adult store that he frequented after falling off the face of the earth, still keeping tabs of his beloved frenemies. while still checking to see if his favorite actress released anything new… to his surprise, she’s dead, gone and never to be returned! almost like him. there’s a romantic story to be told there.
but here lies nishitani fucking homare, still dressed in that ugly suit only for his jacket to be discarded, long forgotten ever since a zombie tried taking him for a rough ride only to find itself as his new accessory. rough looking, caked in dry blood and sweat… nishitani catches the single eye of someone he came to adore, love even. majima fucking goro. with an unlit cigarette that once dangled on his lips, now fell on the dirty tiles that’s seen more than one can imagine. unsure of what to do or act, he freezes in his position, raising his arms up as if he were getting robbed.
“ majima - kun… long time, no see, stud. ” what a shitty way to surprise someone even if he was keeping tabs on the identity thief. offering the other his signature shit eating grin, nishitani tears his gaze away just to look around at the messy little shop only to then laugh, “ c’mon…. oughta all places ya gotta stop here? my little sanctuary… i get it… y’know a man has his needs! ”
continuation of this post that @mjm56 blessed me WITH wahuuushAHH…
something in majima’s expression falters, only ever so slightly; his eyebrow might twitch and a cold sweat could bead at the back of his neck. if anything, he’s still contemplating the reality of the man below him. out of all the survivors to find in kamurocho, it has to be him? nishitani? he was shot to death. he’s a dead man walking. and of course he’s cooped up in an adult film store of all places. it’s almost as if the fact that majima had practically co-opted some of nishitani’s batshit crazy identity into his own for a split second. nishitani had been merely a fragment of his personality-- his persona-- for so long now, as if he was never truly a person. a way to cope maybe, but hell if that semblance of batshit crazy that majima thought he’s been immortalizing didn’t just come and slap him in the face.
“where...” at first, the beginning of his inquiry’s a mumble, but he quickly recovers, whole-near frantic. “where the fuck you’ve been this whole time?! we’re ya’ just gonna leave me in the dark this twenty-some years thinkin’ you’re six feet under?”
he wants some kind of explanation, any kind of justification, but then again... they are kind of plopped in the center of a literal zombie outbreak. he might as well accept anything at this given point. nothing needs to make sense anymore. after a moment, the gruff yell of his voice alleviates to a huff and with the plastic-y clink of his gun’s barrel hitting the ground, he sits down in front of nishitani. his gun sits beside him; majima doesn’t mind the grime of the tiled floors, as he’s sure that both he and nishitani have enough dirt and blood in their clothes to last a few years.
“you, uh,” majima reaches to the back of his mind for some kind of justification, a last resort. even so, there’s a hint of a grin on his face, just at the absurdity of it all. “you haven’t been zombie’d, have ya’? don’t got any rot on ya’. but’cha still look old as balls regardless.”
