Well…got a new game series…called Yakuza…Let me just say, I love Majima. He is just so random and funny. Weird sense of loyalty, but cool. Anyway. Decided to see what would happen with something like this. Consider this more of a trial run. If this doesn't work out too well, then oh well.

I present to you, Harry Potter/ Yakuza crossover! ^^ I know, I keep crossing Harry Potter with everything, but I enjoy it. Can you imagine all these different worlds and universes mixed with Harry Potter? It's fun. Okay.

If no one knows a thing about Yakuza, go to youtube if you want to see how the characters are. Some may be out of character, but I'm going to try and keep them close. Wish me luck!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Yakuza.

Here the Chapter Starts

If the Dursleys were ever asked about their family, they would proudly announce that they have a normal family with a perfectly normal son. They would praise his intelligence, good looks, and anything else they could think of. To others, they are very much wrong when it comes to their son, Dudley.

What they will not speak about, though, is their nephew. A small boy, practically skin and bones, with shaggy raven hair and bright green eyes. The most noticeable feature about him would be the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. To them, he is Boy or Freak. Unnatural spawn of Petunia Dursley's freak sister. A creature placed at their home to ruin their perfectly normal family.

For such a small, innocent boy, he was well hated for things he did not know of nor understand. He spent his childhood in the cupboard under the stairs, cooking for his relatives since he could reach the stove, and starved if he ruined any of their food. A hand was not raised against him, though Vernon Dursley was known to be rough with the boy, grabbing him hard enough to bruise and dragging him around.

The neighborhood did not seem concerned by this behavior. After all, the Durlsey family is a normal family, with enough kindness in their hearts to take in an orphaned boy who, despite their love and care for him, was turning into an ungrateful delinquent. If Mr. Dursley was a little rough with the boy, he most likely deserved it for his delinquent ways. A boy could never have too much discipline, after all.

The views of many were different when it came to Harry Potter. But to this small boy, the view of only one mattered. How they met would seem unusual, but the small boy was glad.

It began as any other day would. Harry was woken by his cousin stomping down the stairs and his aunt banging the door to wake him. He cooked breakfast, burned the bacon, and was sent to his cupboard with no food in his belly and only a small gulp of water. When the Dursley father came home, it was with good news.

Vernon Dursley was given a proposal one day at Grunnings, the company of his employment selling drills. He and his family would go to Japan to try and extend their company. Should he succeed, he will get promoted. Though somehow, his boss knew of Vernon's nephew. His boss had bought four plane tickets, all first class.

Within a week, the family was packed for their month long trip. After all, such an important business deal does not happen in just a couple days. The day they were to leave, the Dursleys impatiently waited inside their vehicle while young Harry Potter put their things in the trunk. His only saving grace to enter the vehicle was the bag of snacks for Dudley. Though the Durlsey couple would rather abandon the boy at the house while they enjoyed their trip with their son, they had to bring young Harry along.

On the plane, they kept him separate from them. The less they were associated with him, the better, after all. And Harry was more than happy to comply about the seating arrangement.

After long hours of listening to Dudley complaining about lack of sweet snacks and games, much to the chagrin of the other first class passengers, the plane finally landed in the Tokyo airport. Preparations were made before the Dursleys and Harry Potter arrived. They were to stay in a hotel in a small Tokyo town known as Kamurocho.

After their things were brought up to their hotel room, Vernon turned to Harry. "Now listen here, boy," he growled through his thick mustache, nearly jabbing the boy's chest with his sausage-like finger. "We are going to find something to eat. You will stay here and unpack everything."

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry meekly replied with a nod of his head as he stared at the thick digit pointing to him.

"And while we are here, you will stay out of our way," he continued on. "We don't even want you around the hotel! You can stay out all day, and when you come back at night, you won't make a sound or get in our way! Am I understood?"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," the boy replied again, just as quiet even though excitement was filled him. Never has he had the option of being away from the Dursleys all day before.

With a satisfied jerk of his head, Vernon led his wife and son out of the hotel room. Quickly, Harry unpacked all the cases, placing the items neatly around the room and easy enough for the family to find. Once he was done, the Dursleys had still not returned. So with a small smile, Harry slipped on his oversized jacket and left the hotel room.

As he left, he noticed a couple of men in suits inside the lobby. One man was at the counter, speaking with the terrified woman behind the counter. Ignoring them for favor of his newfound freedom, Harry ran outside into the cool air of Kamurocho.

The place was so loud and colorful. He constantly blinked so his eyes could adjust, but he could not keep the smile off his face. And though he could not understand a word anyone said, he enjoyed listening to the people around him. The sounds clashed and blended. The lights shined as brightly as they could, some colors combining with the colors of other lights nearby. Kamurocho was a busy town.

Yet no six-year-old child was supposed to wonder such confusing and busy streets alone. Harry soon found himself lost. He could see the tall building, but it did not help him relocate the hotel. After all, he could see the building from the hotel as well and could not remember much else about getting back.

Though scared of his predicament, Harry couldn't help but be happy as well. If he could not find his way back to the Dursley's, then the Dursley's can't find him. Not that they would try, but the thought was nice. He was away from them, probably forever. Still, he's lost in a town full of people who he cannot understand, and most likely cannot understand him.

So with a heavy mind, he went to the nearby park and curled up on the bench. The sky grew darker, but the town still seemed so alive. Harry eventually dosed off to sleep, lulled by the conversations of passerby's and music that drifted through the air. Soon, all he could see was the back of his own eyelids.

Majima

Though not known as a gentle man, Majima Goro was highly unpredictable. Even people who call him friend and he in return cannot predict this crazed man's actions. Kiryu Kazuma can agree to such a statement if asked.

But if there is one thing Majima will not stand for, besides disrespect and disobedience (regardless of fault), it was the sight before him. Granted, he has seen many homeless children, especially around Purgatory, though he had not truly been there before, he knows of it. At least there, they had a higher chance of someone looking after them and feeding them. This site, though, tore right into him.

The others stopped their conversation when they noticed he was no longer with their small group. He stood there, his exposed eye trained onto the tiny figure sleeping on the park bench.

"Aniki," one of his boys called to him.

Ignoring them, Majima approached the tiny child. Why, he did not know. He just felt like he should.

Harry

He slept light out of forced habit. After all, if he slept heavy, he slept late, then his aunt and uncle would get mad. So hearing the crunch of footsteps approaching him woke the boy easily. His green eyes cracked opened before he looked up. Seeing the man near him, his eyes flew open as he gasped and sat up.

The man wore a long-sleeved light shirt with a pattern covering every inch of it, opened to show his torso and some tattoo on his chest. Black gloves covered his hands, one hand holding a baseball bat on his shoulder. He also had black pants on and black shoes. Harry could have sworn he saw blood on them. He gulped and looked up to the man's face. One eye was covered with a black eyepatch that had a white snake on it. His hair reached his ears, but below that looked shaved short. Slight stubble covered his jawline, leading from his small sideburns to his beard and moustache.

"Kodomo ga hitori de koko de nani a yatte iru?" (1) he asked lowly.

Harry stayed silent, hoping this strange man would go away and leave him alone.

"Aniki?" one of the other men nearby called to him.

"Eh?" the strange man replied, looking over his empty shoulder.

"Nani ka machigatte imasu ka?(2)"

"Damatte anata jishin no bijinesu o ki ni!" he shouted back. The other men jumped back at his exclamation. With a scowl to them, he looked back to Harry. "Oi, jibun de koko de nani o yatte iru?" (3)

Harry shook his head hesitantly.

"E? Nani o, anata ga nihongo o hanasenai nodesu ka?" he kept talking, his head tilting to the side. (4)

Again, Harry shook his head.

The man knelt down in front of him, placing the bat on the ground. Harry soon found himself staring into the dark eye of the strange man. He made a face, like he was trying to think of something difficult. "Foreigner?" he asked, heavily accented.

Understanding that word, Harry nodded once.

Letting out a low hum, he pointed to himself. "Majima Goro," he said before pointing to Harry.

Harry seemed confused for a moment before letting out a small gasp of realization. "Harry," he introduced himself.

"Hari?" Majima repeated.

"Harry."

"Hari-chan," the man said with a grin.

Seeming to realize that he would not call him anything different, Harry let out a low sigh before nodding.

Majima let out another hum. "Doko de anata no ryoshin wa nanidesu ka?" he asked.(5)

"I don't understand you," Harry nearly whispered, shaking his head again. "Sorry."

Not deterred in any way, Majima started to draw in the dirt. He drew three stick figures, one shorter than the other two. He pointed to the smallest before pointing to Harry, then to the two taller figures, one with a triangle shaped body. Understanding now, Harry drew his finger across his throat. He had seen characters on the telly do that when they mean someone is dead or going to die. He just hopes this man understands what he was trying to say.

Thankfully, he did since he nodded. He brought his finger to his mouth before smirking and holding his hand out. He gave him a little wave, as though to say 'come on'.

Still outside the park but able to see the interaction, Majima's companions went slack-jawed. The same thought ran through their heads, though. Will they ever be able to predict their aniki?

Majima

Just last year, he not only lost his eye, but also the man he called 'brother'. It was funny how things happened. Mainly because here he was now with a lost child, orphaned and following him. He still did not understand why he approached this boy, something in him told him to. Maybe it was because the boy is in the poorest shape Majima had ever seen. Too thin with clothes full of holes and too many sizes too big. Not to mention, he noticed the boy flinch with sudden movements or raised voices.

Maybe he can just dump the kid on Fuma. That man ran an orphanage, or supported it. Majima did not know nor care, but he does remember Fuma sending lots of kids to that place. So for now, he'll let the kid follow him however long he wants. When time came to return to headquarters, Majima got in the backseat. Hari-chan, hesitant at first, climbed in after him before the door closed.

He still looked scared and tense. Smart kid, Majima thought to himself. Stupid enough to stay with a stranger who could kill him in a heartbeat, but smart enough to stay alert. Halfway in the drive to Tojo HQ, the boy laid down on the seat, head pressed against Majima's leg, but not on him.

"Kuso," Majima cursed lowly, slapping his forehead. What has he gotten himself into now? Well, no one ever said he was sane, but this, he feared, would make him seem soft.

The car stopped at the headquarters of the Tojo Clan, men patrolling the premises in black suits. The engine died then everyone got out of the car. Majima shook the boy harshly, then jumped back when the boy bolted upwards.

"Well, that's different," he chuckled, ruffling the boy's hair. Quick reflexes and a light sleeper.

"Aniki," one of the men called.

"Hai, hai," Majima groaned as he exited the vehicle. "Hari-chan." The small child scrambled out of the car, staying close to him without touching him.

From that night forward, Hari-chan became Majima's responsibility.

End of Chapter

So there we are. Majima and Harry meet. Why did Majima approach Harry? No clue, I just did that. I know it short for first chapter, but more of a walk into.

I'll try to restrain from writing Japanese in future chapters since I plan on having Harry learn the language. I just did that for this chapter to put more emphasis on the fact that Harry really cannot understand anyone.

Translations:

1 "What's a kid doing out here by himself?"

2 "Is something wrong?"

3 "Shut up and mind your own business! Hey, what are you doing out here by yourself?

4 "Huh? What, you don't speak Japanese?

5 "Where are your parents?"

Translations provided by Google Translator.

I don't know his rank at this time period, so for now, he's an aniki.

Hope everyone likes this so far. Please review! ^^ And no, this will not be a yaoi. More of family based.