#yatagarasu goro

Warning: This fic contains blood, slight gore, guns and near death experiences. If this stuff makes you uncomfortable I highly encourage y'all to check out my other works.

Yatagarasu Goro had been in the business for a good while now. From catching criminals to helping civilians to doing paperwork. He’d seen and done quite a bit and once he’d started working under the infamous Inspector Zenigata he’d experienced even more than he had before.

However he’d never had to deal with something like this.

The young policeman remained crouched by the door, his gun held firmly in his hands as he sat there silently. The room he was in was dark, furniture thrown and papers scattered every which way. Dark splatters of blood and other gruesome things littered the once clean floors of the room. Yet none of this was his main concern, no his main concern was what was in the hallway, just behind the door that he was crouched by. Chancing a small peek Yata glanced around the corner and caught sight of the thing that had been following him. It was hunched over, shuffling around as it looked for him. He could barely make out the appearance of it in the low lighting that shined through the windows and into the hallway. He only caught glimpses every so often.

Glimpses of torn flesh and bloody wounds, of grayish skin and white eyes. Of teeth dyed red from biting unsuspecting people, turning them into what it was. He quickly ducked back behind the door as the thing turned its head, seemingly trying to listen for him. The young policeman could hear its gurgling groans and raspy snarls as it looked, and coming up empty handed. Yata looked at his gun and mentally calculated how many bullets he’d used. He silently cursed when he realized that he only had a few left, giving him only a couple of chances to take this thing out or be taken out like so many others that had tried. He couldn’t let the latter option happen, not when he had to find his superior and make sure that he was alright, not when the knowledge of failure could lead to him shuffling down abandoned bloodied hallways.

He refused to become one of them.

Yata gripped his gun, his gaze hardening as he focused on taking aim. As silent as the dead Yata aimed his gun, pointing the muzzle of it towards the head. He took a quiet breath through his nose to steady himself, knowing that if he went in half cocked it’d come back to bite him and quite literally. Once steady he gripped the trigger and took his shot. The sound of a loud bang filled the room, causing the thing’s head to snap around towards him. The bullet shot through its skull causing it to explode in a confetti of brain matter, blood, ooze and skull fragments. The thing let out a wet gurgling noise before collapsing onto its knees and then falling to the floor dead.

Yata let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and cautiously lowered his still smoking gun as he stood up. The hum of adrenaline pounded through his bloodstream, making him alert to the body and any other possible threats. He was quick to start moving knowing that if he stayed around in the same place for too long it could end disastrously. Especially since he only had so many bullets until he could get to the armory. Leaving the room Yata dashed down the hallway keeping his steps light and silent as he hopped over the corpse he’d taken down. He raced towards the staircase, keeping his eyes peeled for any dangers.

He passed by many things on his way to them, bodies of policemen and other workers, blood spatters and organs and body parts of once alive people. Of tousled cabinets and other things, banners that once displayed proudly now ruined in the massacre. Yata tried not to dwell on it knowing that he couldn’t do anything to change what had happened before he and Zenigata had arrived in pursuit of Lupin and his gang as usual. After managing to find the staircase that was thankfully empty Yata descended down them, trying not to slip on puddles of blood and body matter that laid upon them.

Yata managed to get down them safely and made his way towards the armory, having memorized a map of the layout of the place. He finally caught sight of the sign that read RCP Armory and let out a sigh of relief. Finally he had what he needed….

The sudden slamming of a body hitting him full force threw him off his path. Yata didn’t think but only reacted as he aimed his gun and shot at the body on him. It released him with a pained animalistic screech stumbling back as its newest wound bleed. Yata swore as he tried to get another shot in before it could recover, as it lunged at him again. Teeth gnashing and eyes blank, ready to feast upon his flesh. The young man threw his hands up as he was tackled again and landed on the ground, the monster now pinning him, his gun now no longer in his hands having it be knocked out of them. He desperately held it away from him, being mindful to keep his hands away from its mouth as it tried to push against him and bite. He nearly gagged at the scent that came off of it, blood and rotting flesh and sickness, the scent of death. Yata tried to desperately think of a way to get it off of him, to buy himself enough time to get ahold of his gun.

He felt it start to over power him, his arms shaking slightly in strain at trying to keep it away from him. He could feel its hot breath on his face and throat, its snarls and hisses closer to his ear. He was going to get bit, he was going to lose. Just as it seemed to all for naught the sound of an explosive bang filled the air and the thing was thrown off by the sheer force of the bullet that shot it. As soon as it was off Yata lunged for his gun and took aim shooting it right between its eyes, exploding the head. The young man took staggering breaths as he tried to calm down from the near death experience.

“Hey are you alright?”

A voice spoke up from the direction of where the bullet came from. Yata looked up to see a young man around his age with blonde hair and blue eyes staring at him in concern. The man was in a police uniform, his badge displayed as he reached down to help him up.

“Were you bit?”

He asked making Yata snap out of his observation and reach up to take his hand.

“No, no I wasn’t. Thanks to you, if you hadn’t shown up I probably wouldn’t have lasted. I’m Yatagarasu Goro by the way.”

Yata said gratefully as he introduced himself. The other man gave him a small look and pulled him up and gave his hand a firm shake.

“It’s no trouble at all, I’m glad I could help. The name’s Leon. Leon Kennedy.”

*Omg I finally did it somewhat holy shit. Okay so I know this is short and I apologize for this, this fic is mainly a practice thing so I can get somewhat of a feel for the Resident Evil universe because it’s been awhile since I’ve watched any playthroughs of the games. I’d decided that for this one I’d use the setting of RE2 (Remake) seeing as how I’m not quite familiar with RE4 and RE3, RE7 and RE8 don’t include Leon from what I remember. I’m hoping that the more I can think and refresh on the storyline for the games as well as plotting story wise that this crossover will come more together. I’d also decided to go with Yata seeing as how he’s a somewhat rookie like Leon and I’d personally like to see rookies interact lol. Anyways I have no idea if I’ll continue this current plotline given that it’s only practice but who knows these days lol. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!!*

It was funny how differences between people could completely disappear once things went to hell. It was a feat that never ceased to make Jigen suprised yet at this point it really shouldn’t given how many times he’d been in situations that required him doing so. Situations such as the current one, a heist that was supposed to be easy became something much more than what he and his fellow criminals had bargained for. Once he and the others realized just how tedious the heist would be they’d of course tried to get out of there as quickly as they could. However it wasn’t meant to be seeing as how he and the others were overpowered and taken. And they weren’t the only ones who were taken, oh no.

Pops and his shadow had been taken as well leaving them all in the same predicament, and with an air of understanding, the differences between them being criminals and Pops and Yata being cops suddenly disappeared as if they never existed in the first place. The group that had taken them had quickly been taken over once they all joined forces, having not expected them all to band together. Thankfully they’d all managed to get out and escaped into the desert disappearing into the night, before finding a small building on the outskirts of an abandoned village. The group were quick to settle there for the rest of the night and regroup as to figure out how to take the threat down completely.

Jigen sat outside the house, the cool and dry desert breeze blowing sand around as well as his hair and clothes. The gunslinger was smoking a cigarette, in an effort to avoid falling asleep since he was currently on watch duty. The moon hung high in the dark night sky, shining down its silvery beams. The stars twinkled against the inky blackness, not as bright as the moon but still noticable. Jigen glanced towards the open doorway of the building where the others laid catching sight of his friends inside all sleeping away. Lupin was leaned up against the wall snoring with Fujiko beside him, her head resting on his shoulder as they slept peacefully underneath his iconic red jacket. Further inside sleeping sitting up with his sword tucked safely in his arms was Goemon, laying only a few feet away was Yatagarasu who was underneath his own coat for warmth. And Pops……

“Ya know you should have woken one of us up to take over. You need sleep too.”

Zenigata’s gruff voice spoke up from the doorway, causing Jigen’s eyes to snap up to him from beneath his fedora. The inspector stepped out into the night and stood next to the gunman, gesturing towards the empty space next to him.

“Mind if I sit here and smoke?”

Zenigata asked. Jigen let out a huff of smoke and waved his hand vaguely.

“Knock yourself out Pops, I don’t own the porch.”

He said. Giving the okay Zenigata sat himself down next to Jigen, and reached into his inner trenchcoat pocket to pull out his own carton of cigarettes. Jigen held out a lighter earning a hum of thanks from the slightly older man who lit up his cigarette and took a long drag out of it. The two men sat quietly for a bit, enjoying the nicotine from their cigarettes and the somewhat peaceful atmosphere of the night.

“So what do you reckon about the plan Lupin came up with? Think it will work?”

Pops asked breaking the silence between them. Jigen took another drag and shrugged.

“I’d say it would. If Lupin came up with it then it’s got some chance of working, his plans usually do.”

Jigen responded honestly earning another hum from Zenigata.

“You’re not wrong, his schemes no matter how hair brained and out there they are, tend to get results.”

The inspector said his eyes furrowing as he seemed to mentally recall all of the heists that were outlandish. Jigen snorted at the other man’s expression, somewhat amused by it.

“You can vouch for it huh Pops?”

The gunman asked teasing him. Pops shot him a small look, his dark eyes unamused.

“Haha.”

Zenigata said his tone gruff yet not upset. Jigen let out another amused noise and smirked slightly before flicking his cigarette butt out into the sand. Zenigata watched the action, not bothering to comment on it knowing that it would be a lost battle.

“How long have you been up?”

Pops asked making Jigen pause for a beat.

“Not too long, why you worried about me Pops?”

The younger man asked, trying to distract the older man from his vague answer. Unfortunately Zenigata wasn’t easily swayed when it came to things like this and didn’t fall for the obvious attempt of distraction.

“That’s funny considering you were still up when everyone else went to bed, and you should know the answer to that question by now Jigen.”

He said zoning his gaze onto the gunslinger beside him. Jigen silently cursed the inspector and his keen eye for things. It wasn’t no fluc that Zenigata was Interpol’s best of the best.

“You’re too good at your job Pops, can’t even let a man have his lies.”

The gunman grumbled knowing that the jig was up and not bothering to acknowledge the obvious answer to his earlier question, already knowing the answer to it. Zenigata rolled his eyes at the other man’s grumbles and without a further ado threw his own cigarette away as well. As Jigen continued to pout and grumble, Zenigata shimmied out of his trenchcoat and with little hesitation tossed it onto Jigen’s shoulders. The man in question let out a noise and snapped his head towards him, his usually covered eyes exposed briefly showing caution and confusion.

“Get some sleep Jigen, I’ll take over the rest of the watch.”

The inspector said his tone leaving no room for argument. Jigen stared at him, his eyes wide before they flashed with a slight irritation and acceptance.

“Whatever I’m too tired to argue about this. Make yourself comfortable old man.”

The gunslinger said earning a now confused look from Pops.

“What why-”

He’d began to question before being cut short by his surprise as Jigen leaned up against him, getting comfortable. Zenigata was instantly distracted by the scent of gunpowder and musky cologne that Jigen always had on his person. The steady weight of the younger man against him made his heart pound and he cleared his throat trying to not blush from how close Jigen was. It wasn’t often that the criminal quite literally snuggled up against him, usually it was Lupin or Fujiko who did this kind of thing and Goemon every so often. Yet here he was having Jigen do the same thing even if it was the result of him being annoyed at being told to go to sleep. As Zenigata tried to calm his racing heart down Jigen looked up at him from underneath his fluffy bangs and took in the sight of the flustered man. It was a rather cute sight to see such a large man get all shy and tongue tied just because Jigen was leaning up against him.

‘I should do this more often if it gets this kind of reaction.’

He noted mentally, his body relaxing against the other man’s as sleep started to creep up. Having been up for so long was finally taking its toll on him added with the solid presence of Zenigata beside him. Jigen would never admit it, but Zenigata had an aura of safety to him that could make people relax Jigen included. It was one of the things that the gunslinger liked about the inspector. It was a thing that he rarely got to experience given that he was a criminal and Pops was on the side of the law. Moments like these usually happened in situations like this or in rare peaceful moments. As Jigen began to drift off he felt a small kiss be pressed into the side of his head and a gentle hand rubbing his shoulder soothingly.

“Rest well Jigen.”

Zenigata’s voice, soft and tender was the last thing he heard and as he finally went to sleep Jigen made one last mental note.

'Once this is over, I’ll take Pops out for a drink…..’

*Jigzeni???? Yes. I love this pairing and it pains me that they don’t have a lot of content involving them like holy shit???? They’re really cute bro???? Also it’s implied that Jigen and Zenigata are in a relationship with Lupin, Fujiko and Goemon as well and Yata is their unofficial charge lol. I mainly wrote this for practice and fun, mainly because I’m trying to get a feel for these characters so forgive me if it sucks. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!!!*