Yakuza 0 RP: Favor for an Old Friend
(This will be Makoto x Majima. In this timeline, she only regained some of her eyesight. It hasn’t gotten any better ever since they departed on that day.)
“There will be someone in the Empty Lot at 9:00 at night. They’ll be leaving work. Kill them.”
That’s what the note said. There was a good sum of yen alongside it, and they requested a specific hitman to carry out the job.
Of course, she understood what she would be doing. But, that was okay. To die alongside where her brother had met his own end. That was okay. It truly felt as if her own life was over anyways. Having to bump around the city. Having to apologize every day for being a bother to others. For being in the way. It was a pitiful existence. For years just bearing with it, this was truly all she could bear. It was too much.
After work, Makoto left work. Her old massage job. What other job could she have when every kanji on paper was just a blur? Well, unless she held said paper up to her face. Who else would hire a half blind woman? She went outside, putting her watch to her face and squinting to see the time. A little away from nine o’clock. She wondered if it would even be him. Or just a random man. Would it even matter? Makoto let out a sigh of a laugh, shaking her head. How pitiful. She leaned up against the old brick, sitting down in the spot where she had found her brother, in a cold pool of red. The weather was so nice out. Perhaps, here, in this very place, she could finally find peace.
(My idea is to rekindle the relationship between Mojima and Makoto after she falls into depression because of her eyesight not getting any better over a long time. Dm me your discord if you are interested!)
(This will be Makoto x Majima. In this timeline, she only regained some of her eyesight. It hasn’t gotten any better ever since they departed on that day.)
“There will be someone in the Empty Lot at 9:00 at night. They’ll be leaving work. Kill them.”
That’s what the note said. There was a good sum of yen alongside it, and they requested a specific hitman to carry out the job.
Of course, she understood what she would be doing. But, that was okay. To die alongside where her brother had met his own end. That was okay. It truly felt as if her own life was over anyways. Having to bump around the city. Having to apologize every day for being a bother to others. For being in the way. It was a pitiful existence. For years just bearing with it, this was truly all she could bear. It was too much.
After work, Makoto left work. Her old massage job. What other job could she have when every kanji on paper was just a blur? Well, unless she held said paper up to her face. Who else would hire a half blind woman? She went outside, putting her watch to her face and squinting to see the time. A little away from nine o’clock. She wondered if it would even be him. Or just a random man. Would it even matter? Makoto let out a sigh of a laugh, shaking her head. How pitiful. She leaned up against the old brick, sitting down in the spot where she had found her brother, in a cold pool of red. The weather was so nice out. Perhaps, here, in this very place, she could finally find peace.
(My idea is to rekindle the relationship between Mojima and Makoto after she falls into depression because of her eyesight not getting any better over a long time. Dm me your discord if you are interested!)