Sacrifices

Rating: PG 13
Pairings: ShinKumi
Status: On-Going
Warnings: Huge spoilers for drama episode 12!

Summary: Shinohara contemplates his relationship with Kumiko, and decides to relay some important information to her. One sacrifice leads to another…

Author’s Notes: This is mostly based on the Drama, with Kyo thrown in because he ought to have been in the drama. Assume Shin rescued Kyo as per the manga.

One-Shots

Table of contents for Sacrifices

1. Sacrifices Chapter 1

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Shinohara meant what he said to Tetsu. He had no intentions of winning over Yamaguchi Kumiko,and as far as he was concerned Tetsu was welcome to her. He grinned at the man’s wide-eyed expression easily as he turned back to watch class 3-D enjoying themselves.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Kumiko – far from it. He had taken a fancy to her the moment he met her on the bus. The problem was he was also quite keen with his current occupation. He didn’t really know much about how the Ooedo clan was run, but he had a feeling that whoever Kumiko married would become head of the clan, and he wasn’t prepared to give up his job as a police officer. He also knew that Kumiko had a strong sense of obligation to her family, and would never cut her ties with them. She would have to do so if she were to marry him – his position would be in danger if she were to run and help out the yakuza whenever they needed assistance.

However, although he had given his blessings to Tetsu and Kashiwagi (who didn’t have a chance in the world, the poor man), he nearly choked when that Sawada boy popped up out of nowhere and declared himself a rival for Kumiko’s affections as well.

He shrugged it off at the time, but it still irritated him. What was wrong with that kid? Did he think it would be “cool” to be with Kumiko because she is the Ojou for a yakuza family? Did he even know how dangerous it would be to have a relationship with her? How could someone as young as him even think of such a thing? How could he even love her properly, as young as he is?

However, Shinohara said nothing. It was what Kumiko might call a “promise between men”. It was an unspoken agreement that their intentions would not be conveyed to Kumiko, nor would they interfere with each other’s chances. All four of the men involved had enough pride to play fair. None of them wanted to win Kumiko’s heart through an act of trickery or defamation, including Sawada.

He had almost forgotten about the situation until he was invited out to dinner with Kumiko and her family. He was placed next to Kumiko, and they sat across from none other than Sawada Shin. Shinohara thought at first that Sawada didn’t look very happy with his seat…but then again, Sawada rarely let his expression slip out of its disinterested mode. Their gazes met for a brief moment before Sawada rolled his eyes and turned away, remaining silent and looking slightly annoyed.

The dinner wasn’t particularly eventful, and Shinohara began to notice things – little things that one wouldn’t notice if they weren’t paying close attention. And he WAS, in fact paying close attention, because…because…well, a rivalry is a rivalry, right?

He noticed how Sawada could calm one of Kumiko’s tirades with nothing but a soft “Yankumi.” He noticed the way he looked at her when he knew her attention was elsewhere. He noticed how at ease the boy seemed to be with a family full of gangsters and how familiar they seemed to be with him. Of of them – the Young Chief named Kyo, Shinohara believed – was even trying to slip sake into Sawada’s drink every so often, and Sawada evaded those attempts like he was an old pro at the game.

And that’s when Shinohara had to wonder: how long had Sawada Shin known these people? Kumiko’s secret had just been revealed a week or so ago. There was no way that this boy could have gotten so close to her and her family in that short amount of time, especially considering their social status.

Maybe he knew what he was getting into after all.

When it came time for Shinohara to leave, as he had an early day ahead of him, Kumiko made a gleeful show of getting up and seeing him out the door. As expected, Sawada stayed put, though he looked visibly tense.

“I had a good time tonight, Kumiko-san,” he said at the door. He never thought he’d say that after spending a night in a room full of yakuza.

“I’m glad you did,” Kumiko gushed happily. “I’m sure you can come by again sometime. Or maybe we can–”

“Kumiko,” he interrupted seriously, causing her to pause in surprise. “That boy in there…”

“Sawada?” she asked, confused.

“Yes. You should…you should be mindful of his feelings.” He grimaced. This was harder for him than he thought it would be.

“Eh?”

Shinohara had no choice but to continue. He shifted uncomfortably. “Like…how you would be mindful of Tetsu’s feelings.” He held his breath as her eyes widened in recognition.

“WHAT?” she said, and loudly at that. “You don’t think–”

“Shhh!” he hissed, and she caught herself, continuing in a softer voice.

“You don’t think he likes me like that, do you?” she whispered tentatively, her expression slightly alarmed.

He nodded once, firmly. “Be discreet, Kumiko-san. I’ll see you later.”

“Y…yeah,” she replied quietly as he left. She slowly made her way back to the dining room where her student was still seated and waiting for her. Everyone else had cleared out, so she sat beside him. He looked at her worriedly – he was always the first to notice when she wasn’t feeling well, she realized suddenly – and she could feel her face heating up with his gaze.

“You okay?”

“Oh, yeah! I’m fine!” she laughed. Be discreet, she told herself. Be discreet. It wasn’t working. She knew he could tell she was overdoing it when he rolled his eyes at her. Damnit, she could play things off with Tetsu so easily, so why was the thought of Sawada liking her the same way throwing her off? “I’m fine, so don’t worry!” she repeated, reaching over to ruffle his hair. Surprisingly, he let it slide.

“Fine.”

With that, his expression returned to normal, and Kumiko breathed a sigh of relief. Shinohara must have been mistaken, she decided. He’s a good kid, that’s all.

There’s no way it could be anything more…right?

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1. The Fundoshi Moment

Fandom: Gokusen
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Shin/Yankumi
Status: COMPLETE
Warnings: Naughty words, some WAFF

Summary: Shin’s thoughts on wearing the fundoshi and Yankumi’s reaction towards it. Spoilers for chapter 8.10.

Authors Notes: God I loved writing this fic! After I read the chapter, it just came to me. It NEEDED to be done. By the way, a fundoshi is a japanese loincloth.

Have you ever had that dream where you’re standing in front of your entire class, and suddenly you realize you’re wearing nothing but your tightie whities? Well, I’m having that dream right now. Just replace the underwear with a fundoshi and toss out the classmates in favor of a band of yakuza.

Wait, did I say I was dreaming?

I wish.

You see, right now I’m caught in the middle of such a “fundoshi moment”. And believe me, the fact that all of the yakuza currently “checking me out” are also wearing fundoshi doesn’t make me feel any better. If anything, it’s making me feel worse. I’m seeing way more of these men than I ever wanted to see.

I feel utterly ridiculous, standing here pale and scrawny and hairless among these big and burly men. Not a single chest hair to my name…how embarrassing.

I can’t even believe I let myself be convinced to do this in the first place. How could I be so stupid to think that Yamaguchi would see me as a man if I put on one of these things? I mean, I know she’s weird and stuff, but isn’t that just a bit…well, freakish? For all I know, she drew that creepy picture of the fundoshi corpses right after one of these corny festivals.

But when Shinohara said that anyone in the family who didn’t participate in the festival wasn’t a real man…well, I couldn’t lose face, right? Right? On the off-chance they’re telling the truth, Yamaguchi might add another hundred years to her manliness clause. It stung enough when she added the first hundred, and I really don’t want to get hit with that again.

“It feels reassuring to have the fundoshi close to your skin!”

I actually give Kyou’s declaration a thought, but before I can finish it, a breeze wafts into the room and blows across my bare ass cheeks. I grimace.

“Actually, I feel a little uneasy…”

Understatement of the year.

“Hey Kyou-san! It’s about time to go!”

My head whips around, and there stands Yamaguchi with her grandfather. He’s mildly surprised, but she looks a bit pissed.

“SAWADA!”

Shit, here it comes. I’m gonna get berated and kicked out in front of everyone. What am I doing? I shouldn’t have done this stupid thing in the first place…

It’s quiet.

A little too quiet.

Where’s that lecture I was expecting?

I slowly open my eyes that I hadn’t even realized were clenched shut.

Yamaguchi is looking at me funny. Really funny. Is my cock hanging out? Is there a pimple on my butt? No…she’s not laughing…that can’t be it.

It’s unlike any expression I’ve ever seen on her face before. It surpasses any look she’s ever thrown at me, and it’s certainly a lot more intense than the adoration that Shinohara gets from her. Her cheeks are crimson, and her eyes are glazed over. Unless I miss my guess, Yamaguchi Kumiko is…

Entranced.

I can’t believe she’s actually looking at me this way. ME. Not Shinohara. She’s gazing at me and blushing and I think she’s drooling too. Yeah, she’s definitely drooling. I want to reach out and touch her, and pull her into my embrace. But I don’t, because that’s sort of sappy, and it’d really piss her off And I really don’t want her to stop looking at me like that – like I’m a MAN, and not some boy, not some student, but a man she actually finds attractive.

It doesn’t look like she’s going to stop staring at me, either. I wonder what’s running through her head. Is she fantasizing about me? Does she want to tear off this stupid strip of cloth and have her way with me, or did her brain completely shut down?

Maybe I’m thinking too much.

Maybe this moment is lasting just a little too long for comfort.

I wait a bit longer. I don’t think she’s going to stop drooling any time soon.

“HEY!”

“Eh? AH!”

There. That seems to have knocked her back to her senses.

“Hn…looks pretty good.”

Wait…that’s it? That’s all she has to say? She’s walking away from me like nothing happened! Well, at least she didn’t say I looked like an idiot…

“LOOK!”

OW! I really wish Kyou wouldn’t slap my back so hard…

“Considering the look on her face, you just gained 99 years!”

“…Really? Just because I wore this?”

That settles it…Yamaguchi is a freak. The woman I want to be with is a total freak. Still, if this thing turns her on, I’m gonna have to invest in one. If all “fundoshi moments” are like this one…if she’ll see me as a man again, I’ll wear it suffer through that little bit of embarrassment.