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|I feel bad for recycling this. This is a One X One Private RP.

"That smarts..."

Rubbing the side of his rear, Majima Goro as he was known seemed lost. So very lost. This place seemed like a wandering labyrinth of some sort. That is if you could call a rather dark and shrouded forest a labyrinth. One could, if they wished. He wasn't home. He was far from home.

"Where in the hell am I anyway? This ain't Japan. Much less I see no buildin's or even anyone 'round. Am I Dead? Did I go to Paradise?"

Allot of thoughts raced through his mind. He placed his hands in his pockets and slowly wandered though the twisted forest. He closed his good eye as he let out a rather annoyed and long sigh.

"Jus' face it. I'm kinda lost and kind of baffled on why I am here. Did I get pulled in here? All I remember was gettin' drunk, signin' karaoke and passin' out."

He stopped in a small clearing. Amongst the darkness, there was some light seeping through the trees. This seemed odd. Or did it mean something. He was alive at least... or so he thought.

He uttered some swears from under his breath. So utterly damning. When he reached the clearing area, he placed a gloved hand on the trunk of the tree. It felt real. Like a real tree. Just this place seemed way too weird for his liking. The eye patch wearing male would lean up against the tree and then slide down it, sitting on the soft, yet damp grass. Resting his hand on the side of his face, he gave a rather disgruntled expression.

"Keh... wherever I am. I guess Kazzy-Kun could be lookin' for me. Ain't sure if he knows I am here."

Placing his hands behind his head and crossing his leg over the other, Majima grew rather bored. Wherever he was, he wanted to go home. He wasn't home.

(Sorry I didn't know this was for someone! Just ignore this!)

(Thats fine lol I reposted mine too~!)

The weather would soon be making a drastic change, a thick frost beginning to form on the ground around the man in the clearing that soon turned to a hard ice. Cold air began to fill the air around him, snow beginning to fall from the sky that quickly seemed to turn a dark gray. There was an eerie silence that came with this winter weather before it was broken by a loud, painful scream that filled the air.

Scorge barreled through the forest trees, her body slamming into them as she went, a trail of blood fallowing behind her. She tried desperately to free herself from the thick net that entangled her frame, making it almost impossible to fly correctly. Soon she crashed to the frozen ground, sliding into the middle of the clearing. Her limbs, tail, and wings moved wildly on the ground as she tried to free herself. A blistery cold swirl of snow beginning to form around her. Her cries were loud as she tried to free herself.

Shouting could be heard from deeper in the fores clearly coming from the people that were hunting the flailing dragon

As if this could not get any weirder. He heard something. Or would he be hearing things? Not only his ass would be throbbing from being tossed from his own home world and to here. His head was in pain as well. So much commotion and not only that, it would be freezing.

"Dammit!" He cursed under his breath. Only wearing his normal attire, his black leather pants, that stylish jacket and leather gloves, Majima held himself and tried to keep warm. "It's freezin'..!"

However, something caught his eye. Something was up and it didn't seem too good. Not at all.

"And somethin' doesn't see right. Ain't dragons only a figment of fantasy?" He asked himself.

Things seemed to be getting worse. There were a hoard of angry people coming. Not truly good at all, either. What could he do? What could he do?

Scorge let out a harsh growl as her eyes found Majima on the other side of the clearing. Why wasn't he helping her when she was clearly in distress? "You! Help free me this instant!" Her wings and tail were clearly a tangled mess in the thick neck that covered her body. Her flailing was useless, it only made her entanglement that much worse.

Well, since she DID ask him to help her, Majima pulled out his fighter's dagger. Trotting over to the dragoness, the tattooed Yakuza placed his dagger in his mouth and fumbled around with the tangled mess that the dragon was tangled in.


"Ah, th' crap I go though." He muttered under his breath. "I'll free ya."

Using his famed battle dagger. he cut her free. However, the hoardof people seemed to be drawing near. Not good. Looking over at her, he gave a nod.

"Think we can handle 'em or shall we y'know, jet?"

"A dragon NEVER runs from a fight!" She growled as she pulled herself up from the ground. "It's simply in our nature! The only reason I needed help at all is because they got the upper hand of surprise. If you plan to help me, don't get yourself in my way. These pathetic humans will regret this day!" She lunged forward, her large wings whipping up the air around them. A blizzard seemed to form around Scorge, making her movements hard to see. The humans reached the edge of the clearing almost as soon as she did.

"Mind if I stay near? I got a plan anyway t'rid these fools?" He asked. "Like a Yakuza always a Yakuza. Gonna help ya a hand and keep ya near!"

Giving a rather crazy grin, along with him holding his dagger in his mouth, the one-eyed Yakuza let off his famed cackle like laugh.

He didn't mind being 'chilled' at the moment. In fact, he disregarded it. Though, He did want to see what would happen to ones that were after her.