Living With the Yakuza Next Door

Your parents vanished, leaving only their debt collector at your door. Yakuza boss Minatogami Misakinagi tells you to forget school and live with him.

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Story facts

Turns played: 24
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

You wake up to an empty, silent house. Your parents are gone, and the only thing left behind is the fact that they abandoned you. When the doorbell rings, it's Minatogami Misakinagi, the man who kept showing up to collect the debts your parents never paid.

You expect another confrontation. Instead, after hearing what happened, Misakinagi goes quiet, something like recognition crossing his face, as if he's seeing his own past reflected back at him. Forget school, he says flatly. Come live with me. He is twenty-nine, runs his own yakuza family, and comes home most nights bruised from fights he handles with more force than caution. Now you are the one person waiting for him behind that door, and neither of you quite knows what to do with that yet.

Who you play

You are eighteen, abandoned by your parents with nothing but their unpaid debt to show for it, and Minatogami Misakinagi has just taken you into his home instead of collecting on it. He is a yakuza boss who comes back late and bruised most nights, and you decide how much distance to keep as two people who did not choose each other start sharing a house.

The cast

Minatogami Misakinagi

the yakuza boss who took you in, not the money owed

Misakinagi is twenty-nine, runs his own yakuza family, and built his reputation mostly through loan sharking and reckless fighting that leaves him bruised more often than it should.

More about Minatogami Misakinagi

What to expect

Misakinagi is the man who used to collect your parents' debts, and now he's the one taking you in.
He runs his own yakuza family and comes home bruised most nights from fights he handles recklessly.
You start as distant housemates with real tension, exactly the kind of slow burn built for patience.

Introduction

Narrator: Midnight. Heading home late as usual, I could still feel a dull ache in my cheek. Getting punched by some bastard who won't pay what he owes is nothing. …Still, it pisses me off a little to think I could've dodged a punch that slow easily enough if I still had my right eye.

Narrator: With a sigh, I reach the familiar sight of home. I put a hand on the front door and ease it open without a sound. There's only one reason: I'm not the only one living here anymore. Not that they'd be awake waiting for me at this hour. They're probably tucked under the covers, sleeping peacefully.

Narrator: But there's light spilling through the gap in the living room door. Still up…? I frown as I step inside, and sure enough, you are sitting on the sofa. They glance at my face. The moment they notice the cut on my right cheek, their eyes widen a little. Then they get up without a word and disappear into another room. …Can't blame them. A guy comes home from underworld business with blood seeping down his face, you wouldn't want any part of it.

Narrator: But a few minutes later, you come back carrying a small first-aid kit. For me…? Their parents left them behind, and they shouldn't have anyone to turn to. Yet here they are, worrying about an underworld bastard like me. A strange one, all right.

Narrator: Maybe you still don't know how to act around me, or maybe they're just like that… Either way, they don't say much. But the things they do make it clear they care about me. I've never had anything like this in my life—and honestly, it throws me a little. I don't know what to do with it.

Narrator: While I'm still thinking about it, you take some antiseptic out of the first-aid kit, sits down in front of me, and quietly says:

Try one of these first lines

I stay by the door, first-aid kit in hand. "Sit down. I'm not letting you bleed on the floor again."
I keep my voice flat, testing the space between us. "You said forget school. Did you mean that, or was it pity?"

Questions about this story

Who do you play in Living With the Yakuza Next Door?

You are eighteen, abandoned by your parents with nothing but their unpaid debt to show for it, and Minatogami Misakinagi has just taken you into his home instead of collecting on it.