#Kazachi

[yuushiiblog]

them

[dalissy]

not the biggest fan of kazama's route, but the epilogue?? oh yeah that shit cooking MMHMMHH

[xxlucyxlolaxx]

What I think about Kazama

So everybody, I have this feeling for awhile that Kazama is the so called "bad boy" Romance writers should learn from. At least from what I have seen from him in his own route, and some scenes in other routes. I think the OVA for the anime can be seen a bit iffy since that scene was not very clear but oh well. I pretend that does not exist. He has an ego problem but that's it. I don't feel like Chizuru should run to the hills and never look back. He is just not a typical man and it's going to be okay with him. Most of the so called bad boys I heard of in other medias are so toxic the girl need a restraining order.

What do you think? @widemushroom

[widemushroom]

Why is Chizuru smiling in every photo except for her photo with Kazama even though Kazama is smiling?

[wiingedxwolf]

Prompt: "I Trust You." Pairing: Kazama x Chizuru

“…I trust you.”

Kazama was escorting Chizuru through the darkened streets of Edo when those words, barely even a whisper, escaped her mouth; the quiet words were quite the shock to Kazama and he stopped dead in his track, his ruby eyes searching Chizuru’s for any sign of dishonesty. When he found none, however, he let loose a bitter chuckle.

“Heh, I find that hard to believe after all the shit I’ve put you through.”

Chizuru frowned at Kazama’s response and stepped closer to him, gently touching his hand. The light, unforeseen touch caused Kazama’s face to warm considerably and he quickly averted his eyes. Chizuru mustn’t have noticed the effect her touch had on him, since she continued speaking.

“No…well, I mean, yes…you did do some really bad things to me and the Shinsengumi and so I hated you for the longest time. But…since we’ve been traveling together…and you’re been protecting me…you’ve showed me a whole other side of you. So…I guess I’m trying to say is that…you’re not a bad man, Kazama.”

Kazama’s lips curled into a soft smile and he leaned down, placing his lips against Chizuru’s cheek. “It means a lot to hear that, Chizuru. So, thank you.”

[sklvotn]

Magnetic, everything about you, you really got me now…

[semioticapocalypse]

Leonid Lazarev. Kazachy side-streeet. 1959

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[monomori3]

bitch i can call out whoever i WANT for simping /lh

dont try and tell me what to do stinky gremlin man 🔫(directed at fell, not you kaz heheh)

[fluffylandshark]

I haves a requests for all my frens, especially the ones in @kazachi69 s twitch chat. If you sees me active after 4 pm EST tell me to go eepy time. No exceptions, I am starting on job training? apprenticeship? soon and I need to get used to waking up at 1 am EST.

@phoenixdaneko @somerandonamedz I am counting on you.

[yuushiiblog]

(redraw from photo)

I mean— it’s them

[xxlucyxlolaxx]

The End of Them

Every once and awhile the ground rumbles from the sounds of cannons. The sky has turned orange. The smoke has risen up from different parts of the island, and its stench permeates the atmosphere. The smell of war. Humans were killing each other. This is an aspect of them he always felt amused and fascinated by it. Still, the only reason he was there on the sea shore, is because of her. Chizuru Yukimura.

She wanted to see the end of the Shinsengumi. The woman has grown fond of them like her own small clan. Kazama did not wish for her to see the scene that was unfolding there.

No doubt it would hurt her to see their demise But " I must go to where they are fighting. I promise I will return." Those were her words. He started to grow antsy with each second that went by. Something is not right, he could just feel it. Gazing at the smoke rising from between trees. But it wasn't long before he heard the distant sounds of rifles shooting one after the other. Kazama froze before taking a step in that direction cupping a hand over his ears. Listening intently. " looks like we caught ourselves a shogunate dog, boys." Kazama bolted immediately toward these sounds. His heart hammering in his chest. Hoping beyond hope that this isn't what he thinks. The wind yowled, slamming cold blasts of air upon him. He stumbled on every rock he encountered. He wanted to scream against the wind, to banish it like a god.

Finally, he spotted a clearing and through the parting of the grass, he saw her small body sprawled in the dirt, a pool of blood formed beneath her. Her eyes were wide open, a permanently shocked expression. "Chizuru?" he whispered as if he couldn't hear the sounds of the men who cocked their guns and aimed at him.

They were six and they made a circle around him. Kazama felt the anger build up in his body and he made fists. "Low lives like you all," his tone was cold and dangerous, red eyes glanced at them all. " Dares to lay a finger on a royal demon." He screamed and charged at the closest man to him. Kazama's fist pierced through, impaling him through the heart until his arm was out through his back.

There was a notable shift in the air as Kazama changed into his demon form. His hair turned bright white, his eyes shone gold and horns adorned his head. He held the man's heart in his hand, right before the other's eyes, and crushed it in a bloody pulp.

The man's face was stunned and frozen, as Kazama let him fall off. They opened fire into his chest. Spraying him with lead, the remaining men emptied their guns. When they ran out, he just looked down at his chest. " You will pay for this, human scum," Kazama smirked and he moved in a blur, as he set about violently macerating human forms, tearing off limbs, severing heads. Ripping out ribs and throats like apples off a tree. He didn't stop until all was gone, no sign of life left.

Heaving, Kazama was covered in his own blood mixed with those he slaughtered. At last, he fell on his knees, wheezing sounds escaping his throat as if his lungs no longer works.

He didn't really care if he was about to die at this very moment. At least, he avenged her.

With what little strength he had left, Kazama crawled toward her body, until he touched her hand. He pushed himself forward, one more time until he was able to see her face, her lifeless eyes. Chikage Kazama was never known as the type to be emotional and soft. His reputation was the arrogant, stoic, and prideful demon who always keep his word. Not this time. He lifted himself slightly and lowered his face into her neck. He started sobbing silently, hiding his face from anyone who might stumble upon them. Hiding her from anyone who might dare to touch her. " You gave your word," he whimpered.

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The chaos, died out hours ago, the bellowing slaughter hushed; silence laid bare on the red-stained, war-torn land. An elegant red-head man clad in black wandered through the dirt paths, his calm demeanor made anyone and everyone listen to him and do as he says. It was a skill he was known for it. The man sought out his comrade, not exactly a friend but still, he cared enough for him. His last known location was here on this island, somewhere. At least according to the boat that was left at the shore. There he spotted something that belongs to the one he seeks. The bleak night's moon glittered so blindingly to him from the number of torn and burnt trees, almost everywhere is exposed to the sky, and there are only a few and far between shades of trees in this spot.

Still, his eyes couldn't find any signs. He reached a clearing, there he saw a third of the trees burnt but still standing. A number of soldiers' corpses littered the place.

The man took a step and felt his shoes step on something. Looking down he saw what was a remains of a heart. " Kazama!" He whispered. His eyes drifted over the bodies until he spotted them. The two were in between fallen trees. Coming closer, he saw stained sandy hair.

His face, hidden, nuzzling her neck, his hand was holding hers in a tight grip. That is Chizuru Yukimura. The man knelt down and gently touched Kazama's cheek. The blonde demon was cold as ice, he has been dead for a while. There is no hope The man lowered his head; A moment of silence, out of respect for the fallen demons.

The Yukimuras are gone now, no one is left. The Kazamas will grieve this loss. A sudden rush of cold air made the man look up to the sky. Two crimson butterflies were flying together, ascending higher into the night sky until they vanished within the stars. A slight smile formed on the man's lips.

"Your father will be proud." With that, he started walking back to where he came from. To spread the news about what happened there. Crimson butterflies are a symbol of light at the end of the tunnel, to the demons. Those butterflies would be like a guide to any who needs them. They could be lifesavers, they could lead to secrets and hopes

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You decide what this means :) @lilc77

[widemushroom]

A big problem in Chizuru and Kazama relationship is that Chizuru is sociable and so open to meet new people but Kazama is not really like her in that matter.

[mjknittingcryptid]

Meet, Kazachi a Kitsune monster, She is quiet fox in human world, While Jack and his gang were doing some fun quest until Jack found Kazachi injured, he tell his gang what happened, they took her home and gave her some food and water Kazachi thanked them

Kazachi took out her bag and gives Jack and his friends some crocheted hats as a thank you, she becomes friends with them

[monomori3]

:)

I SEE U THERE

[yuushiiblog]

Kazama shitpost

[widemushroom]

I think the fact that I'm a medical student and the things I see in the hospital is influencing how I have been writing my Hakuouki fanfic