Kentaro: Hah... why do I have to do the shopping today?

(Y/n): I can tell the boss you don't want to. See how far that gets you.

Kentaro: A-ah no no no come on you know I enjoy shopping! Though... why did you come with me (Y/n)?

Kentaro spoke as the two of you brushed past people heading the opposite way down the street. Kentaro wore his usual get-up though you weren't so lucky. You wore your shoes and pants though they weren't in great condition after the fight the previous night. A black tank-top covered your torso while you threw on a borrowed top from Hiroyuki to cover your tats.

(Y/n): I need to get myself some new threads. Those punks from yesterday messed up my shirt and got blood all over my shoes.

Kentaro: Eh... I don't have the stomach for those gruesome fights you seem to love.

You shrugged softly looking over the street, the daylight flooding into Kamurcho to scare off the vermin into the shadows of alleys. 

Kentaro: Well look, you have your money and I have what the boss gave me. You go grab yourself some clothes and we'll meet up... in front of Club SEGA alright?

(y/n): Sounds fine to me. 

Kentaro shuffled off to find the items listed for him while you sauntered down the street, taking a leisurely stroll to glance in windows. 

???: H-Hey stop it, you thief!

An old voice called out quickly, not too far away from you. You glanced up in time to find an older cop giving feeble chase to a helmeted thief on a moped. 

???: Haha freaking old man! Why don't you drop dead alreadiiiiii-!

The helmeted male tried to bark out an insult only to find his throat being struck with pinpoint precision. His force was met with equal force, his body flying backward off the moped back onto the street. A purse and a few of its contents strew out into the street as the criminal hit the ground, his motorcycle helmet bouncing off the ground with a thud, lucky him. The moped sputtered on a bit more before unstably crashing on its left side. The older cop stopped jogging for a bit to take a breath.

???: Oi what the fuck?!The enraged petty criminal sprung to his feet and looked ready to charge, so in response you threw up loosely clung fists, ready to return his next blow.

PETTY THIEF 

Well, you could instantly tell the punk had no fighting skills or basic survival skills for that matter. He ripped off his helmet and threw it at you, charging after it with a raised fist. You took a casual step to the side and located the incoming attack. It was rather pathetic honestly so you wanted to end this fight as quickly as possible. so as he threw forward a right jab, you slapped it away with your right hand and noticed his left leg was forward. In one swift motion, you lifted your right leg and stomped down on his right leg, feeling the knee pop under your foot. As he cried out in pain you threw a vicious right hook and instantly silenced the crook, letting him tumble to the pavement, stepping back so he didn't slobber on your shoes.

???: Thanks for the assist there, (L/n).

You looked up and saw the cop up close. His face was old and his grey eyes squinted behind a pair of silver spectacles. His mustache had long turned greyish white, his body still hunched forward as he sucked in air. The glint off his uniform revealed the man's name to be one S. Matsuda. And you knew more about the man than just the name on his uniform.

(Y/n): No problem, officer. Hope this excuses me for last night.

You chuckled at the older man as he looked at you with a disapproving face.

Matsuda: You and your fights always pile up paperwork that I have to fill out from complaints to just general worries about "roaming gangs and yakuza in open war". It's hard enough convincing my superior that you're just a small group.

(Y/n): Well we are a small group. Though I certainly don't mind kicking the asses of those pissants trying to flow into our territory.

Matsuda: Yeah that alleyway of yours is a heck of a treasure of territory.

Matsuda sniped back with a chuckle as he radioed in something before stepping over the criminal to pat you on the shoulder. 

Matsuda: My breaks coming up so why don't I get you a drink for helping me out?

(Y/n): Don't you think it's a bit early for alcohol? And don't you need to you know... report this?

Matsuda waved his head as you and he started heading across the street toward a small restaurant.

Matsuda: Nah the boys around here can handle it. And I was thinking tea, not beers.

(Y/n): You're a bad cop.

Matsuda: And you're a yakuza helping out a cop, neither of us really do our positions justice.

You swirled the green tea in your cup as you listened to the old man ramble on about the work piling up, even more so thanks to your stunt last night.

Matsuda: Hah... must be some new gang moving into Kamurocho. 

(Y/n): They certainly don't act like yakuza, that's for sure.

Matsuda: Things were so much simpler when the Dojima family was still the top dogs around here. Now we have all these street gangs and local yakuza biting at the scraps left behind... no offense.

You grunted softly before taking another sip of the hot beverage, wishing it was something else, though you wouldn't say no to a free drink.

(Y/n): I'm still not sure what happened with all that, All I know is that the old man finally got a comfy spot in Kamurocho like he always wanted.

Matsuda: Yeah and now everyone sees this neighborhood as their playground. I just wish those Tojo clan boys would figure out what to do.

Matsuda paused to take a sip of his own beverage before glancing out the window.

Matsuda: You know I was there that night.

(Y/n): What night?

Matsuda: The night the patriarch of the Dojima family was murdered, the whole cluster it was. They booked the guy who did it and ever since then it's been downhill. And now my granddaughter is getting herself mixed up in the police as well.

This statement piqued your interest. You didn't know Matsuda had kids, let alone grandkids.

(Y/n): Granddaughter?

Matsuda: Yeah, she's a naive girl for how old she is, but she wanted to follow in my footsteps and is working for the Metropolitan police.

(Y/n): Patrols?

Matsuda: No nothing like that, she's in one of the stations filing papers, but I get to visit her every now and then so I'm content and she seems so too. Ah but my breaks ending so I should head back to the station. You keep out of trouble, alright?

You waved your hand dismissively as you sipped your tea. It was very unlikely with the roving bands of punks but you would try.

Matsuda: Oh... and be careful with that gang your snapping at. They might now be as trained as you, but they have a lot of numbers from what I can tell. Even a lion can be overwhelmed by hyenas if there are enough of them.

Matsuda dispelled some wisdom before shuffling out of the shop, leaving some money behind to pay for your tea and his. You set the cup down and relaxed, gritting your teeth softly as you could feel your wound from yesterday had slightly reopened. This is gonna be lovely trying to explain to Sae...

???: Are you a feudal lord or something?

You heard a voice from behind and let your head roll back, glancing over the back of your chair at Kentaro.

(Y/n): What?

Kentaro: I mean come on, it's either that or you're a magnet for the daughters of old dudes.

(Y/n): What you jealous? Since you can't seem to find a lady at all?

Kentaro: Nah, I'm into older women myself. 

You downed the rest of your drink and stood up, pushing in the chair and turning to Kentaro to get him to follow you out of the restaurant.

(y/n): Why were you even in there anyway?

Kentaro: I finished up with the groceries and thought I'd grab a drink, but I arrived just in time to hear your cop buddy talking about his granddaughter before leaving. Have you even gotten new threads yet?

(Y/n): No some uh... interesting stuff went down but I suppose you could help me pick out some.

Kentaro: Really? Heck yeah! I'll pick you out some nice threads Cap!

You let out a sigh, rubbing the back of your neck. Being a captain was still completely new to you and being called it was even weirder. You had never really been interested in the yakuza hierarchy or the positions or anything. It was just a guy that worked a little harder than anyone else and got recognition, but you were happy just to be in the family.

(Y/n): I guess I have to get used to that, don't I?

Kentaro: Ah don't worry Cap, you'll be fine in no time, and with some killer clothes to boot!

You highly doubted Kentaro, considering his usual clothing, but you needed new clothes regardless. So with doubt hanging in the air, you entered the door Kentaro held open and taught out your new look. The look of a yakuza captain...