Kiryu

Without so much as hesitating he somewhat calmly opened up the double doors, letting the wind swing shut the door behind him as he stood surveying the scene in front of him.

He had been expecting more of a fight, but it seemed that only five men surrounded a body chained up to the wall. Majima's head was bruised and slumped over, it was obvious he had taken a harsh blow to the head. Blood lining the top of his forehead and pooling over, his torso and stomach had deep slash wounds carved into the skin, he'd been cut up into a mess. With the amount of blood spilled it wouldn't be too long until he was beyond saving.

Kiryu felt his hands clench into tight fists, saying nothing as he begun moving forward. The men all turning their heads only to be greeted with the fierce dragon of Kamurocho.

"Ain't that-!"

"How'd he get-!"

Kiryu wasted no more time in introducing the first man's face to his fist. Feeling teeth dislodge under the force of his punch. Knocking the goon back onto the floor, with the strange Hannya mask splitting in two. This left the remaining men to panic, all grabbing for the nearest available weapon and charging at Kiryu. Only to unsurprisingly all fall like domino's…

It had almost been too easy, Kiryu wondered why the whole group hadn't been here? Surly more than just five had managed to get the jump on Majima of all people? Maybe they were on their way here, and it wasn't as if he was going to stick around to find out.

He waited until all the men lay unmoving on the ground before stepping over to the broken Majima, releasing him from the chains and catching the man as he slumped over. The other man's blood already starting to stain Kiryu's shirt.

"Majima?" He tried to stir him, but no response came from him. Fortunately, enough however he could feel the small rise and falls of Majima's chest as he breathed weak and shaky breaths. Kiryu grit his teeth, picking up Majima and slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making his way back over to the double doors.

Date had felt uneasy even though it had only been a few minutes, those minutes had truly felt like hours as he sat restlessly in the car. He contemplated getting out and following Kiryu in, but froze as he noticed a figure emerge with a bloody man slung over it's shoulder.

Date breathed a sigh of relief, starting up the engine and opening up the passanger door. Kiryu making his way over and setting Majima down on the backseats, laying him on his back before moving into the passenger's seat with a small huff.

"Let's go. He's loosing blood."

Date gave a small nod, driving back out and onto the highway, casting a glance back at Majima who now looked as if he had started to wake up, eyelids fluttering.

"Kiryu…" Date looked back over to Kiryu, nodding towards Majima. Kiryu then watched as Majima choked up a little blood, forcing himself to sit up. Each movement looking like a struggle, he slowly put a hand to his forehead to wipe at the blood with a quiet groan.

"Majima." Kiryu tried again, trying to catch his attention. But he only slowly turned his head, a look of pure pain and confusion on his face.

"The- The hell're ya? Where'd you think your takin' me?" He slurred his words, moving a gloved hand to his mouth to choke up a little more.

"Majima, it's OK it's only- "

"I don't know you people, what do you want with me…?"

Kiryu turned his head as him and Date exchanged rather confused looks.

Majima

Everything felt heavy, he could feel something sticky and warm on the top of his forehead… and was he shirtless? He reached to wipe again at his forehead, the gloved hand getting stuck for a moment. He didn't remember getting jumped on his way back from the Grand… Was this some weird test issued by Shimano?

Everything was hazy in his mind, it took him a moment to realise he was then trapped in a car with two complete strangers. One of them with a stern, Easter island head lookin' asshole with eyes like thunder. This guy knew his name?

"Come on. Out with it, assholes. Did Shimano ask you clowns to give me a scare to test me? Well congrats. I feel like shit an' I'd rather rot away in that shitty apartment you people stuck me in then deal with anymore o' this."

Kiryu and Date stared with equally looking blank and clueless expressions.

"Majima… you should lie down, you've already lost a lot of blood and maybe-"

"Don't tell me what to do, asshole. I'm just peachy. Now cut the crap and take me home."

Date pulled into Kamurocho, eyes fixed on the road now as he murmured to Kiryu.

"Where are we taking him? I understand a hospital is out of the question…"

"Stardust. Kazuki will be able to help us out."

From the backseat Majima was only becoming more inpatient.

"Ay! You punks ignoring me? I said take me back!"

At least it looked like he was becoming livelier. After a few minutes of the two having to listen to Majima's growing protests they all parked up near club Stardust. Kiryu getting out first as he moved to the backdoor, opening it cautiously.

"Majima. Your confused. But we need you to stop fighting this right now. You've been beaten to shit and were just getting you help."

Majima scowled a little, blatantly not trusting this tank of a man. But hell, his head was killing him and he felt close to passing out again. It's not as if he was spoilt for choice.

"Fine. I'll come with ya. But ya try any shit and so help me I'll-" He tried to step out from the car but stumbled trying to find his footing, with all the blood loss it was messing with his sense of balance. Kiryu effortlessly catching him, before moving Majima's arm over his shoulder to help prop him up.

"I know a guy who can patch you, you alright to try walking?"

The small look of concern on Kiryu's otherwise stern face was enough to have Majima quit fighting him for now and instead he gave a weak nod of his head.

Kiryu hesitated before escorting Majima into Stardust, Date following close by. Inside the club was fairly empty, due to the lateness they must have been close to closing hours. Kazuki's right hand man, Yuya stepped out, seemingly from no where and immediately concerned.

"Kiryu! Were friends and all right, but you can't just bring your victims in here! It's bad for business! This is a host club, not your own personal hospital!"

Kiryu bowed his head slightly, readying his apology before seeing Kazuki's hand appear and rest on Yuya's shoulder.

"Yuya, it's OK." His eyes drifted to meet Majima, his brow furrowing.

"Kiryu. I'm assuming this is Majima, right?" Having never met this mad dog before, but going off the eyepatch and that crazed look in his eye. Kiryu gave a small nod of his head.

"I see. He looks like shit, what exactly happened?"

"Right back at ya', sunshine." Majima couldn't help but pipe back, causing Kazuki to smile a little, this Majima guy was certainly sounding more and more like his rumours.

"He was taken and tortured. That's about all we know, He also seems confused… and doesn't seem to recognise myself or Date." Kazuki lead the men into a room out back, Kiryu sitting Majima down on a couch.

"A man with that amount of blood loss is bound to be a little… disorientated. I can call in a favour, have some help come and patch him up a little."

The men turned their attention to the mad dog, who was currently staring down at himself, before looking to his gloved hands with a look of pure confusion, peeling off his black gloves.

"Leave him with us Kiryu." Kazuki reassured.

"I can give you a call once everything is done."

Kiryu kept his eyes on Majima, unsure if leaving would be for the best, hesitating before nodding slowly.

Kiryu

It was hard for Kazuma to rest after the events of last night, Date had dropped Kiryu back home in the early hours of the morning. Encouraging him to get some rest, Stardust could handle the cleanup.

He should have been relieved, or at least satisfied he had gotten Majima out alive. But the way Majima had been acting, the genuine loss he'd shown and the things he'd been saying… Had he truly forgotten everything? Forgotten Kiryu? Just how much could he not remember… And what if his memories never returned?

He tried to reassure himself, Maybe Date was right. Perhaps after some medical attention, Majima would return to his old crazy self.