#yandere kaedehara kazuha x reader

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yandere!kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, azul ashengrotto x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, non-con, somnophilia, drugging, obsession note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

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☆ Kazuha isn’t someone who succumbs to jealousy easily. But when he learns that his dear, sweet roommate is preparing for a night out, he feels…restless. He’s subtle when he asks about this date you seem so keen on attending, smoothly prying for more information, and since he’s your friendly roommate who could do no harm you tell him the details, if only so he’ll know your whereabouts should anything happen. 

☆ Kazuha adores everything about you. From the way you light up when doing something you love to the way you get so into playful arguments with Scara to the way you accompany him on grocery runs, everything you are is just so wonderful. He’s penned dozens of haikus and sonnets dedicated to you in a secret notebook of his. He often daydreams of you, allowing you to live rent-free in his mind, and every thought he has of you makes him feel incredibly happy that you live under the same roof as him. 

☆ So it’s a little unfair that you continue to seek companionship with others when he’s right here, always willing to lend an ear, always willing to talk, always willing to spend time with you. Kazuha knows that it isn’t right to take you away from your other friends, but sometimes he can’t help the pangs of envy. Some days he wishes it was just you and him in the world; perhaps if that were the case you’d have no choice but to look at him as more than a roommate—as more than a kind, friendly face.

☆ Hours before your date, he’s brewed some herbal tea to help ease your nerves. He tells you you’ll be lovely company on your date and that whoever the lucky person is will be happy to get to know you. You take the tea from him with a grateful smile, and he looks back to his laptop screen, occasionally sneaking glances at you to see how you’re faring. 

☆ You’ve drunk every last drop of tea, and when he looks up from his monitor some time later he finds you sprawled on the sofa. Kazuha stands from his seat and walks over to you, bending down to peer at you while you sleep soundly. He was content to charm you the normal way when you’re awake (and he had told himself he could be patient), but with the way you look so precious lying before him it makes it impossible to resist. He’ll just kiss you a little, perhaps give you a hickey or two so your date will know you already have someone.

☆ That was Kazuha’s initial plan. And while he still does suck love bites into your skin, pulling away each time to admire them and run his fingers over the bruised skin, he becomes so immersed in the way your body responds to his touch and kiss. Before he can stop himself, he’s found himself between your legs. His hands keep your thighs spread, and he listens for the tiny whimpers that occasionally slip past your lips. This isn’t a bad thing; you like it just as much as he does. If you didn’t, your body wouldn’t be showing him just how enjoyable you think it is.

☆ He spends plenty of time savoring you, allowing his skillful hands to work you open slowly. Kazuha wants to take his time with you; he wants this moment to be special and sacred. He watches your face during it, notes every little twitch and moan. His kisses are sweet and gentle, so full of love. He could do this all day, showering you in his adoration, worshiping you like you’re the only one he’ll ever know. 

☆ By the time he’s finally slotted himself inside your tight hole, you’re covered in hickeys. He may have gotten slightly carried away, but isn’t that the beauty of true love? He could lose himself in you forever and he’d still find something new to appreciate. 

☆ Kazuha makes good use of his time. He wrings so many orgasms out of you, your body giving him all the sweetest answers to unspoken questions, and afterwards he washes you, covers every hickey with artfully applied makeup, and dresses you in an outfit that makes you look so stunning. You question it when you come to later, sitting up on the sofa with furrowed brows, but he doesn’t provide any direct answers. 

☆ Kazuha’s still typing away at his laptop. He asks if you’re still intending on going on your date and you spring up, hurrying to grab your phone (which he had made sure to charge; Kazuha is always so considerate). He looks at you just as you prepare to leave through the front door, a pleasant smile softening his handsome face. He tells you to enjoy your date.

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☆ Another date. He’d call you a slut, but that would be too flattering. You came home from your last one covered in hickeys (though he’s yet to figure out that was Kazuha’s handiwork) and now you’re planning to go out again. Do you ever get bored of meeting with strangers all the time, or are you so lonely that you have to chase after every available pulse?

☆ Scaramouche is accessible. You see him every day. He’s seen you in the thinnest of sleepwear. You’ve seen him right when he emerges from the bath with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. And yet for every intimate encounter, you walk past him and the divide grows and grows. Although this is partially Scaramouche’s doing; he’s always so cold to you, always pushing you away because it’s the only way he can protect his own fragile heart. 

☆ He could ask you on a date. He could confess and see how far that gets him. Or he could continue to wallow in his feelings, doubtful and anxious about whether or not you might reciprocate. Although when he notices the bites that you fail to hide, each one littering your neck and wrists like jewelry, whether or not you might love him in return doesn’t matter. All that really matters is that you have been marked by someone else—marked by someone who isn’t him. He needs to fix this. 

☆ Scara has his connections. It’s easy to get a few particularly strong sleeping drugs from a certain underground doctor, who annoys the soul out of Scara, but it’s worth it for you. You have no idea how much he loves you. He’s willing to subject himself to hellish irritations just for you. That’s undeniably a testament of his love. You ought to recognize it and be grateful. 

☆ Kazuha has left for the weekend—something to do with his major, he had explained—which leaves you and Scara all alone for two days. He’s pleased to cook for you, veiling his happiness in barbs and scowls so that you won’t know that he actually cares for you. And while you’re occupied washing up, he slips the drugs into your meal, watching as the tablets dissolve. The Doctor had explained how they work, how long they’ll knock you out for, and how many should be given to get the desired result without causing any harm. He’ll prove to you that the one you need is right in front of you, however indirectly and discreetly he may be going about it.

☆ For all the times you’ve argued and playfully bickered, you still trust him. After all, you’ve been living together for so long. The two of you have become good friends, even if Scara is a grump who can never admit his true feelings. That’s why you think nothing of it when you eat and talk about your plans for the weekend with him, and as time drags on your consciousness begins to fade. You think you might just be tired because you’ve eaten a good meal, but that’s the last coherent thought your brain produces before you slip into a deep slumber, slumped in your chair like a drunk. Scara smiles at you from where he sits, watching you for a brief moment to confirm you’re truly asleep, before he gets up and gathers you in his arms to bring you to his room. 

☆ He’s watched you sleep before during move nights or anime marathons, but this is different. His intentions back then were purely admiration. Scara’s hands are cold against your bare skin, wandering with eager curiosity. You’ve always been so perfect in his eyes, and he’s always wondered what it might be like to have you under him like this, wide-eyed and gasping, your arms pulling him in for more. He leans down to listen to your steady heartbeat, testing the waters with little touches. His fingers trace your hips, circle your nipples, prod at your navel. You don’t stir, and a pleased smile crawls onto his face.

☆ Scara’s fingers are curling inside you, spreading you open in preparation of something larger, while his other hand holds yours tightly. He’s murmuring all sorts of things while he presses open-mouthed kisses to the places that have yet to be claimed, biting and sucking until bruises remain in his wake. He tells you he loves you, and it feels so wonderful to admit that. Even if you aren’t awake to hear it, he says it over and over, squeezing your hand and capturing your silent lips in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. 

☆ He pretends that both of you are lovers when he ruts into you, slowly at first, before bottoming out completely, his heart thrumming wildly. All this time he’s fantasized about a moment like this, and now he can finally live it. He can finally feel you clench around him. He can finally hold you in his arms and tell you heartfelt sentiments without restraint. And you, his precious sleeping beloved, accept him and all that he is (you have no choice). 

☆ He has to take a few photos for later use. After all, he has to make the most of his limited time with you. Though it feels like no amount of time could possibly satisfy him, he’s greatly pleased knowing you won’t be making it to your date. Certainly not in this state, marked and bruised by him. And maybe you’ll finally realize he’s all you need. If you can’t see that, then he’ll just have to teach your body instead. 

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☆ Despite all he had done to keep you away, you became Azul’s first friend. Azul had thought you were wonderful—a stark contrast to the annoyance he’d pretend to feel whenever you'd visit his octopus pot—but he would never verbalize that truth. It remained locked in his hearts, festering as the years passed and he grew up alongside you. Eventually, your pair became a group of four when the Leech twins swam into the picture, and now Azul had three friends.

☆ Even though you have a tail with the prettiest of scales and youʼre what everyone would call normal, you still chose to spend time with him, the weird, slimy octo-mer who was bullied mercilessly. To this day it boggles Azulʼs mind that you would willingly give your time and companionship to him. And not just for a few months of entertainment; you stayed by his side for years. Itʼs only natural that he would affix himself to you, finding joy in your presence.

☆ When the both of you were little, you would hole yourselves up in the cramped comforts of his octopus pot and talk about all manner of things. Azul remembers these conversations fondly. He remembers how you never shrunk away from his tentacles when they would cradle you, awkwardly writhing to make as much room for you as possible. You never laughed at him or called him slow. You never thought he was a weak, squishy crybaby. Itʼs your kindness that Azul often thinks back on when he finds himself at his lowest, and just the mere vision of you painted within his mind is enough to soothe him.

☆ So when he returns to the Coral Sea after spending so much time on the surface as a human, he realizes just how long it’s been since he’s last seen you. The two of you have stayed in contact, of course, but nothing can top seeing a dear friend in person. Unfortunately, you seem to be talking about a newfound love. In the time that Azul was gone, you’ve remained here, spending time with others, getting to know more mers, and finding love.

☆ He was foolish to think all would be as he had left it. Of course you’d find love; you’re so very lovable. But you were always meant to love Azul. It was Azul you promised to marry when you were whispering faux wedding vows through giggles when you were little. That may have been childish whimsy, but back then Azul held onto those promises, however joking they may have been. And he has hoped that they might come true one day. But with someone else in the picture… He realizes there will never be any room for him. He’ll never have a chance.

☆ Perhaps he should feel bad about slipping something into your food when he invites you to his mother’s restaurant and prepares a meal for you, all of it on the house. A reunion gift, he calls it with that charming smile of his. And you think nothing of it, happily thanking him and eagerly filling him in on all of the things he’s missed while he was on the surface. Azul watches you adoringly. You finish everything on your plate.

☆ It’s been so long since he’s relaxed in his octopus pot. It’s still as he left it when he returns, carrying you in his arms. You look so peaceful when you’re asleep, limp and pliable and so very perfect. He lays you in the octopus pot and stares at your shimmering tail, the colors so vibrant they’re nearly hypnotizing.

☆ He’s always thought of kissing you, so when he leans down and tentatively places his lips on yours he feels like he’s just accomplished a lifelong goal that he’s been working towards for years now. Unable to resist any longer, he curls inside the octopus pot, with you cradled in his tentacles. He’s holding you firmly, not hard enough to bruise you, and presses himself against you, feeling your heartbeat against his.

☆ An idea occurs to Azul while he’s squeezing every part of you, his suckers affixing to your chest and your slit, tasting and feeling all at once. He can’t contain the smile that spreads on his face or the delightful whimpers that slip past his lips when he holds you close, rutting a thicker tentacle along the lips of your slit. He realizes, in the midst of mindless pleasure, that if you’re covered in enough marks from his suckers this newfound love of yours will know you’ve already been claimed.

☆ For once he’s content playing the role of the gross, weird octopus, if only to chase away any potential suitors and keep you by his side where you rightfully belong. And in the comforting quiet of an octopus pot, Azul makes you his in more ways than one.

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SYNOPSIS: Kazuha, a well-known tailor in Inazuma, had a spouse. It's only a shame that his spouse is known for their 'infidelity' in his eyes. [ songfic ]

TW/S: Yandere tendencies, stalking, minor and major character death/s, emotional manipulation in a way, gore, violence, fire/arson, sewing... questionable fabric, unreliable narrator, shifting POVs, dead dove: do not eat, dollification, delusional thinking, Kazuha progressively loses it till the end, beheading, oh God this fic and tws are long Im so sorry―

NOTE: During the fic, it is recommended to listen to "The Tailor of Enbizaka". It will make sense when you read through this fic :)

(also, I apologize if this took a while for me to write. I got busy and writer's block hit me :( anyways, second work and its the best boy! Though, I hope you all don't blame me for fucking him up. Also also!! This is very much a long, LONG fic— like 2k+ long, so 🫡 gl soldier, I'll see if I don't need to make this to a 2 part series)

(update: this fic took 6k words, good luck y'all, this one is a WILD ride)

In Inazuma, there is a tale that is shared by many about a crimson clad man and his lover.

The others never settled on what he looked during the day before his death, nor were they sure what his prior job was before he became a tailor. However, they always complimented him for his looks and his skill, knowing that whatever he used as his own special fabric would be tailored and taken care of well.

Even with one full of holes and tears, he is gifted with the ability to patch them up till it was brand new. In the village he lived in, he was regarded for having such a talent, and he had his shop open and full of visitors.

However, the only thing that made people question him was his behavior. Despite how mild-manner the tailor was, he often comments on how his beloved darling refused to come home and continues to cheat on him.

Many those that still lived during the time said the crimson-eyed tailor acted delusional, but just how far can those delusions go?

No one knows but the man himself... And the one who persecuted him, too.

It was that year since I've seen my beloved after the accident.

A year that, when I saw them, I've longed to see them and speak to them about our time together as a married couple.

To begin with, I am Kaedehara Kazuha, or― as the townsfolk here call me, the 'Crimson-Eyed Tailor'. Although I am highly regarded for my craftsmanship, many told me that I am odd for my adoration for my beloved maple.

Why is it that odd? I thought all married couples do this, even if some think that it feels off.

Besides that, however, my darling isn't quite aware of my... Endeavors. More specifically, their streak of getting out for hours, perhaps days and weeks, and not even coming around to speak to me.

I am bound to them by an oath when we were married: we both drank sake together under that faithful light of the moon, with only nature watching over us. However, it would seem as if they have forgotten that, and ended up cheating on me in broad daylight.

Like they had no such shame.

Alas, I am but their husband, and I can't simply get mad at my beloved spouse. I know they did no wrong, for they sometimes meet with others as an act of being 'friendly'.

So while I focused on fixing the kimono, I've began to hear something that had been passed around in the village.

Something related to my darling's little ventures.

"I have spoken to [Name] about the matters in their marriage recently," one of the ladies spoke, her voice not so soft enough to conceal who she was speaking about as I fixed the fabric in my hands.

"And from what they told me, they're getting their kimono fixed for when their lover returns home!"

I simply continued on sewing, but the lady's next words had me flinch.

"Ah, they've been married for years, aren't they? And it seems they even have their shiromuku ever since their marriage to sir Kamisato Ayato. How romantic!"

...

The blood continues to spill on my finger, with the needle that I used pricking it when I've lost focus and got too careless.

How uncouth.

From the tale shared by the folks of Narukami Island, they talked about the crimson-eyed tailor's marriage with his supposed 'spouse': an immigrant of sorts from Fontaine, traversing to Inazuma to meet with their lover.

Their relationship together is strange. From the accounts of those with prying eyes, they said that he was the only one putting an effort to their relationship, and they wished to take it slow.

However, there are those that disagreed, saying that it had been the other way around— and it was he who wished for them to slow down.

No one can decide what the tailor had done, for they can't even tell if his desires were to rush or to slow down. But what can be confirmed is one thing everyone kept saying.

He doesn't like his trust being broken.

It had been days after hearing what I did.

I hadn't seen my dearest beloved in those days, and the day I saw them had been when the heir of the Kamisato clan had returned.

I had been busy as ever in sewing till I realized that I'm running out of thread. I don't have any spares, and I'm well aware that there are a few shops that sell supplies for sewing.

And so, on a lazy afternoon, I've got out of my shop in the hopes that I can catch the store to buy the supplies I needed.

The soft sound of wood hitting the pavement greeted my ears, alongside hushed murmuring and discussing with the commonfolk. I greeted a few that noticed me in passing, but they were swift to return to the people they were speaking to prior.

It was a mundane thing, really. But it was the type that felt familiar.

Turning a few corners, I managed to locate the shop I was looking for. Walking up the stairs, I waved at the lady taking care of the store—

—not before my ears perked up at the soft chattering in the distance.

My eyes trailed over to the source, and then, I see them.

My beloved maple.

I saw that they were conversing with the heir of the Kamisato clan, his hand reaching over to hand them a small gift: a small box, with the ribbon being the color of purple. I spot the gleam of gold on top of the ribbon, which eludes me to think that it is the insigna of the clan crested in gold.

How tacky.

I had to hold back the urge to stop them as their conversation was hard to discern, my focus back on the woman running the shop with the supplies I require.

"Hello, madame," I greeted, making the woman smile and nod in greeting as well. "Do you need fabric again, Kaedehara?"

I chuckled, but it was only to mask the bits of instability in my voice.

"Oh, not fabric, madame. I simply desire thread. I have ran out of red and black, and I didn't want to delay the commission I had from monsieur Lyney. Do you have any right now?"

"Red and black thread, hm? I can check at the back. Please give me a moment to look."

With a bow, the seamstress turned around to leave. With that, I let go of the breath I held and turned my gaze back to the bridge, just a few ways away from where my beloved sunset was at.

Watching the two figures, I couldn't help but simply stared at the attire that the heir wore.

Montsuki Haori Hakama: that usually means black or gray. I've known that colored kimonos were not worn with this in mind, and he certainly didn't wore anything that would be too straining.

Still, that shade of black is made of high quality. I'm not surprised if he wore it so rarely, as though to preserve the detail and its intricate work from his very own seamstress.

...

I wonder if I can take it?

Watching the two descend from the bridge, my eyes wandered back to the lady as she returned with the spools of thread, all varying in degrees of color and quality.

"Here you are, Kaedehara! These are the best I can find that fit the colors you asked for."

My eyes twinkled as I took the spools to my hands, my fingers turning and nudging the thread to see just how strong it is.

Interesting. Good quality, too... Maybe I can use this to finish that outfit I've been saving for a while.

"Thank you, madame," I thanked her, making her laugh. "Oh, it's not a problem, Kaedehara! You've done so much for this little town of ours, this is but a simple thing to repay for your efforts!"

With a nod, I paid the seamstress and turned back down to descend from the bustling upper part of the town, the sight of what happened in the bridge a bit further away bothering me from within.

No matter, Kazuha, I mused, carrying the items I required as I felt myself walk back home. Even if you want to get rid of him, it will be much too complicated. You simply need to be patient and wait till the opportunity comes.

...

Although, whoever made his clothes... I wonder if I can speak to them to inquire about their techniques.

The first case that started this was a cold one.

One that is related to a person no one knew so highly about, be it by their background, appearance, and even their name. All they were known for is being the 'tailor' for one of the clans.

There had been a lack of evidence and information about this due to how many tailors had been requested all across Inazuma at the time. It was understandable that people chalked up to them being missing as nothing more than an unfortunate case, not one worthy of being dug into.

Others had suspected that it had been associated with something else, that something (or someone) had done this deliberately. There was no evidence to this, but their claims were loud as they were bold, making it difficult to ascertain its authenticity.

However, the masses have all agreed that this was a normal occurrence. It was not one worth noting, because there had been a lot more that spoke of the same tale, always eluding to their fate being that they were murdered.

It was, unfortunately, the 'norm' of the village in the legend. A norm that, if the people of Inazuma heard it today, would have turned their heads in disgust for how abhorrent it sounds.

Still, many remained curious of the biggest what if that seem to echo in their mind.

Was the tailor associated with his sins?

The Kamisato clan has had it's ups and downs, and it isn't strange to see that they were seeking out talented tailors and workers to work under them.

What was surprising (to everyone), however, was that the head of the clan hired me to work as the Kamisato Clan's personal tailor.

The reasoning behind it was quite simple, especially with what the heir spoke to me when he and I met in the morning when I was to be summoned in the estate— due to his personal tailor (a family friend, he said) going missing for days, they were unable to track down his whereabouts and presumed that he has gone missing.

I was only hired as a "replacement" for the clan's special tailor till then, and he made it extremely clear that there was nothing else to it. Nothing that would spell the fact that I will permanently stay in that position.

Of course, to many, this may sound as an odd deal. There are so many tailors such as myself that would die to be consulted on, to work as the head of the clan's seamstress and work for their outfits. And perhaps, in their naivety, they may consider it as their efforts finally paying off in some way.

However, I have been in a clan myself before. This is nothing more if not a business deal.

A deal between one rising clan, and one whose surname has lost it's widely known heritage.

This only benefits the Kamisato Clan in the effort to save face. To save face of the potential backlash they'll deal with should any information of the missing clan's tailor be brought to light to everyone who remain blissfully ignorant of the innerworkings of the clan.

I would normally deny this kind of offer, mostly because there is no benefit for me to join and work for them. However, times have changed, and I simply reconsidered denying Kamisato Ayato's offer.

... There is a few benefits to me joining. It may be minimal, but it is better than scrounging around in the dark.

And so, I agreed to the offer.

The arrangements set for me to move was quite swift. I'm aware that that he is a man of his word, so it was quite easy for us to prepare my living arrangements and move to the estate.

With the supplies I get from the clan, it's been easy to stay put and gather information to the person I'm targeting.

... That was, until that day came.

I remember it clearly: it was the ends of fall, where the maple leaves fell more and more around the estate's grounds. This usually signified the coming of winter, so I usually savor the season by having time off to admire the scenery.

And in one of my walks, I had travelled from outside of the estate to see if things have changed.

Which, to my luck, I've encountered my darling beloved.

But just like last time, they were not alone.

In the journey of my wandering, I have seen them speak to the sibling of the older heir, Kamisato Ayaka, as they sit on the table outside of the Komore Teahouse.

From how far I am to the entrance of the teahouse, it gives me enough space to watch them interact like friends. The way that the Himegimi raised her fan to cover her face, perhaps from her eyes crinkling in amusement from what they told her...

... It was intriguing. Very intriguing.

So much so that I've felt the claws of envy grip in my chest, clutching its metal nails and making punctures on my already bleeding heart.

What a nuisance. Must you hurt me like this, darling?

I can hardly remember what happened after that. After all, my focus had been set on the two speaking to each other like they were simply companions, unknowing of what fate may bring upon them.

...

"Oh? Kazuha! I didn't notice you came to the Teahouse as well!"

My attention was swiftly pulled away from the sight of my dearest gem, and it landed on the familiar sight of olive eyes. From the appearance alone, many wouldn't think that an immigrant of Mondstadt would be a fixer.

Not even I would be able to see it happen.

However, this man had the skills to prove of his worth— after all, being Inazuma's 'fixer', he's often the go-to man to fix any and every problem that the Narukami Island and others may face.

Which makes him a glass canon— one that is volatile and unpredictable, even under the guise of a friendly face.

That is what Thoma is.

But this "glass cannon" has his weakness, and I know how to use it to my advantage.

Letting a smile slip to my lips, I chuckled, raising my hand to cover my mouth. "Well, I've been foretold by others about Komore Teahouse and it's history. I've been meaning to visit it, but I'm so busy fixing kimonos and making them to have time to spare."

A white lie, but then again, there are many of those that have been foretold in the waking of this world.

What does adding one do at this point? I'm already damned by the heavens the day I've seen the 'truth' of this fate of mine.

Just one lie wouldn't hurt, right?

"Haha, I can't blame you," the taller blonde seem to answer my query with his own, albeit he did seem to look more like he was at ease. Still, I needed to be weary; he can change sides if he so much as sensed that something is wrong.

"After all, with what the missing tailor in the clan circulating around the others in the estate, I'm even surprised that you manage to fill up in their position for months!"

... Oh? So he's noticed my talents, hm?

I shook my head.

"Oh, please. I'm just a humble tailor, Thoma," I reasoned, letting out a heavy sigh. "I have thought of asking them for advice on how they do their work, but since they're missing, all I can do is substitute for their absence."

He gave me an apologetic smile and nodded.

"That is true... I guess I'm just a bit too ecstatic to finally have someone that can fill in their role seamlessly. Lord Kamisato Ayato would've been panicking if we didn't have a replacement soon for his anniversary with his spouse."

... Spouse, huh?

"Hm... Is that so?"

I frowned in thought as I ponder over wanting to... Ask him for a favor. Sure, this one wouldn't do well on one's conscious mind if they knew, but it was simply for their sake.

It was all for them. I knew that.

It wouldn't hurt anyone if I asked Thoma to do this for me. At least, while I still have the chance to do so.

I can only hope the cannon does not think of shooting it's shot to me if I slipped up.

"Speaking of, Thoma, may I ask you for a favor?"

After the first missing case of the tailor, there had been more that were reported. The victims were all varied in their appearance, age, and even from where they used to live, be it in Narukami Island or even outside of Inazuma itself.

It was difficult to tell how many there were exactly, especially with how the legend is interpreted. Some said it was 20, while others said it was 50. This legend has been passed mouth to mouth, so details were not a key figure for a few to remember well.

However, every iteration has the same detail. The victims all had the same similarity as the tailor that simply went "missing".

All of them, in some way, were associated with certain individuals— one of them being his maple, where a few commented that they were the apple of the crimson man's eye.

From the legend and how it has been told, it is safe to assume that the motive was obvious from the first missing case.

It is akin of an open secret, if said secret was twisted to fit his ideals.

"Haven't you heard?"

"What? What is it?"

"The fixer, Thoma… He went missing just few days ago."

"What!?"

…

Ah, so he went missing like the others?

My ears had perked up at the news that we were told. Although Thoma is one many people never thought of being a 'target', the fact he went missing is... Odd.

"Perhaps he had done something," I heard one of the servants whisper amongst themselves, looking rather cautious. "After all, he's been very privy on a few things..."

"Yes, but he isn't the person I'd expect to vanish like that—"

"Shh—! People are going to hear you, you know! Keep it down!"

Hearing their footsteps echo as they take their leave, I turned back to what I have been working on. The sight of the kimono graced my vision as I raised the needle.

I began to sew the tears on it, letting out a soft hum while I fixed the black fabric from it's horrible state.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

Slip, stitch, cut—

"Sir Kaedehara? Someone is looking for you."

...!

I felt the needle prick my finger, but I didn't say anything. With a quiet hum, I raised my head to see someone speak to me, their face grim as they shifted on their feet.

Ah.

Despite the feeling of blood pour onto the fabric, I smiled and nodded, putting down the fabric of the kimono I was fixing.

"I'll be right there. Please tell them to wait for me."

"Really? Oh, thank Archons. I'll get going."

Watching them take their leave, my eyes flit over to my scissors.

Still as sharp as ever, I mused, pushing myself to stand up before fixing my attire. Mayhaps today won't need it to be sharpened.

For now, I had to see what the client wants from me. It would simply be a shame if I leave them alone for far, far too long.

Mayhaps they're here to inquire about the kimono I made. I made sure to add my personal touch to it.

...

As I walked to where my client sought to look for me, I see a familiar sight befell in the grounds of the Kamisato Estate.

The himegimi is currently speaking to my betrothed like they are close companions, and the magician (Lyney was his name, I recall), had been listening to their discussion at hand.

His eyes seem to lit up when he saw me, offering me a welcoming grin.

"You must be the tailor that my sister assigned, aren't you?" he asked when I was close enough to hear him, making me chuckle. Taking a seat across, I simply nodded, keeping my professional smile and demeanor in fear of offending him.

"Indeed, I am that tailor. My name is Kaedehara Kazuha, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"Haha, please, the pleasure is all mine!"

The magician shook my hand with mine, and the meeting went as smoothly as one may expect. Although, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander sometimes to where my lover is.

You were speaking to Ayaka like she's a friend of yours. I shan't stop you, darling, but perhaps you aren't aware of the pain you put me through.

Still, I couldn't afford to raise my voice, nor can I think of hurting you with my actions.

How unfortunate. Mayhaps I need to teach you a lesson myself, my angel.

If there was one thing that the legend failed to elaborate, it is the state of the missing people. However, there were... Creative liberties to those that began to see if the legend was true; or, pray tell, associated with any real life events.

To the eyes of others, going missing is a serious deal. It sparks a lot of ideas for what could've happened to them, and especially if they are alive or dead.

Albeit many shrugged off the prior cases, this one was serious. After all, the one that went 'missing' is the fixer of Narukami Island— Thoma, the immigrant in the nation of lightning.

It is, after all, what sparked the eventual downfall of the crimson-eyed tailor and his beloved. Many had thought this was the turning point, but those that did were found to be wrong.

This, after all, was simply the beginning of such downfall. But it wasn't to his lover, the missing residents, or even his companions.

It was to himself, when he used the blades to commit a sin undeserving of forgiveness.

The news that brought upon the missing Himegimi greeted the Kamisato estate that day.

I remember how people were in a disarray. They were much more shaken as they tried to get any sort of lead to where she is, and for some, they were already thinking of quitting.

The estate is already shaken from when Thoma went missing, but now that the young heiress has up and disappeared— especially in winter— it was in chaos.

While I sew the kimonos handed to me, there was an obi that laid on the pile by my right. It was a bit worn, but it can still be saved.

I needed to fix it, and give it my own personal touch. That way, it wouldn't look as though it had been abandoned by it's past owner.

Alas, the noise is getting to me. I could feel the silk resting on my bandaged hand slip every once in a while, if it weren't for how tight I've been holding the fabric.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

I needed to put my focus on what I'm doing. I needed to focus on the job.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

I mustn't let blood nor dirt stain my creations.

That is what my mother taught me.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

Slip, stitch, cut, se—

"I apologize if the estate is in a disarray, detective," I hear a familiar voice speak amongst the hushed and panicked whispers. "The estate hasn't been the same ever since my retainer and my younger sibling had gone missing."

"Oh, it's alright! I'm sure this matter is too serious for you and the others to keep things organized."

"Haha... You can say that it is. Now, it's just right this way..."

... A detective is in the estate. How curious.

It wasn't right to snoop, but I was curious. Curious enough to have finished the kimono I was fixing before I stood to leave my quarters.

The others paid no heed as I followed after the two to Ayato's room, too focused to do what they were assigned to even bat an eye when I got close to where they were heading.

It was only when they were inside that I've stopped and simply bid my time, my focus set on what was happening by the shoji leading to his office. And it didn't took long till I hear things from the other side.

"Ah, so you think that someone is out for you?"

"Yes. Although I am normally adept in figuring out who it could be that's causing this to happen, I can't put heads or tails with how their presence eludes me."

"Man alive... And you said that it started when they went missing?"

"... Yes, detective."

"I see... Man alive, that sounds like it wasn't just a single, one-off case, then. I can help you, but this will take a while if there's no leads."

"I see. It's fine, detective. I'll pay you enough when you figure out where my retainer and sister are. I could hardly think that someone would take them without such consequence."

"Oh, no worries. With me around, no criminal will get out unscathed— I'll make sure to bring them here when I figure out who did this."

...

I see.

Perhaps its about time I have to settle this with him.

There was a time where I have thought that things will change.

Where these cases will be laid forgotten, perhaps even unresolved with the lack of hints.

I spent weeks on end, keeping my tracks short and erasing any leads that can lead towards me again.

I spent so, so long trying so desperately to hide anything resembling my crimes.

But alas... He found me.

It was the time where I had to dispose of those bodies. Although I had no heart to bury them under nature, I was not above treating them as though they were simply people.

Even in death, I wanted to make them feel like they look peaceful. Although, perhaps simply sewing their wounds left by my scissors was not something I can treat.

In the middle of the night, I was carrying the Himegimi outside of the abandoned houses I tend to with her retainer, Thoma. I had thought of letting her rest someplace else. Her attire has been sullied, and I needed to keep the two somewhere where no one can find them.

Corpses rot over time, and if it was possible, letting them turn to nothing in the likes of Tsurumi Island will be enough for my weary heart to rest.

With how adept I am of keeping my tracks hidden, I had thought no one would be able to tail on me. But alas, due to the missing cases I've caused, perhaps I wasn't expecting this to happen.

"I knew you'd be here, Kaedehara Kazuha."

I simply paused upon hearing his voice, my head craning back to see that it was Ayato. Despite how composed he looks, I can tell that the nights he spent trying to search for his beloved sibling and retainer wore him down.

His once flawless appearance was nothing but sullied, his attire feeling like its simply hanging off of him, and the way he staggered while looking at me without a shred of restrain is new. Raw for such a heir.

"And that body..." he murmured, his eyes glaring daggers when he found out who it was.

Perhaps it's her dress that makes her recognizable. Or the hair.

"... I thought I've erased everything that can lead back to me," I spoke, sighing as I placed Ayaka's body down. "What a shame. I was quite close to erasing any traces and signs of their whereabouts. It would be nice to only have them be marked as 'missing', not dead."

"So... You admit to it, then?" the heir asked, walking over with stride. "That you have done this, Kaedehara?"

I simply said nothing.

And I knew that was enough of a confirmation for him.

"I knew something was wrong with you," I heard him speak, which caught my attention. Turning my body to finally face him, I watched as he scoffed and continued, "After all, a man as serene as you often had the worst to hide."

"Oh? How curious. Why would you say that?"

I saw his lips curl to a smile.

"Why, I had someone tail after you," he answered, his tone sounding so blunt and his demeanor became more like he's simply 'teaching' me something. "Someone that is associated with the clan. I'm sure you know who it is."

... How uncouth.

"I see... And you confronted me now? For what?"

"A duel."

He unsheathed his blade, and raised it towards my direction.

"I do not usually participate in these, but I'd like to honor your tradition. If I win, you turn yourself in to the Tenryou Commission. Confess all of your crimes, and we shall call it even."

"... Very well."

I raised my own blade, as a sign to his own.

"I needn't state my own terms if I lose, as I can't let you get out alive. Now, let us settle this matter... To each of our graves."

Usually, such details cannot be recreated from interpretation alone.

However, this one was the few exceptions to it's inevitable fate due to it's popularity.

The legend had focused on keeping the existence and ties of the Crimson-Eyed Tailor up for the listener's interpretation. This scene, however, was directly associated to a case that had been tackled many years ago.

The case went as such: each resident of a town goes missing each week. No one knows when it happens, as the day is often random. The victims of these disappearances are also random, so no one could derive from it being a 'pattern'.

No matter how young or old one is, their gender, their living conditions, and even their past... When they least expect it, they simply vanish. Erased.

The only times where the victim was found, several eye-witnesses had different iterations. Some said that the bodies were buried, while others found it floating by riverbanks and the side of the sea.

But the most common— and widely known, of course— was that each victim were made to a doll.

Their limbs were nothing if not sewn with thread, cuts of various degrees being patched with thread of similar color to 'mask' it's oddity. Their eyes were closed, but those that were unfortunate to open it were only greeted with it being turned to the back of their heads.

In some victims, several pieces of their possession were taken. However, most kept theirs on their person, and were seen to not be tampered with.

No one knows what drove someone to this degree. No one can even comprehend such a fact that it was entirely possible.

But to someone who's mind was twisted to the point of no return... It was.

This case had a name, but every resident of Inazuma refused to speak of it. Each time one does, they were told of the legend behind this case.

They were told of the Crimson-Eyed Tailor, and they were warned of one thing.

"Do not look at him or his betrothed. If you do, you're as good as dead."

...

It had been a year since our fight happened.

I remember the chaos that occurred back when I finally erased that man. Although it did left his body in an undesirable state, I still fixed and sew him up so that he didn't look as such.

Even in death, I wish to give the heir some form of dignity. That, in some way, I wish to give him his final respects.

After all, he had simply misunderstood my intentions. He didn't knew that I was out for one person from the very beginning.

The downfall of the Kamisato Clan was imminent at that point. I've seen many flee, and witnessed the tragedy befall on the Narukami Island. Many of the people I've met had simply ran off to seek refuge, the terror grasping and choking them like they were unable to think.

However, I remain clear. And I simply continued to do my work diligently.

I have been working on something... Special. And with one last snip of my bloodied scissors, it was now complete.

My final and life-long work, all laid across and now in my hands. The fabric I chose was rather difficult to sew. I should have known that human skin would be too hard, depending on where I retrieved it from.

Dying it in black, I wrapped the obi that had been sewn with the use of the Himegimi's locks, and retrieved the crest of the Kamisato Clan. Adorning it on my person, I viewed myself at the mirror to see my handiwork.

"Finally," I murmured, feeling an odd sensation in my chest as I wore the fruits of my labor. "It is now complete."

With the chaos guiding me and masking my presence, I fled to head by the mountain.

I knew where you were bound to go.

I knew of your crimes long before you knew me.

I didn't paid much attention if anyone saw me. I didn't care if blood simply poured from my attire and to the ground that I'm walking on. I could hardly give a damn if some realized of my crimes in that blasted estate.

I had my scissors with me, and I only wish to fulfill my last wish before I leave this cursed world.

You murdered my family, [Name].

You were the one who caused that fire all those years ago.

I remember those burns you gave me. I remember just how much of a coward you were, fleeing from the scene you caused yourself.

How could I lose everything? And how can you keep your family?

No. No, that mustn't happen. I must set this right.

As your 'lover', I'll make sure you understand what you did wrong.

The culprit of the legend was caught, at least by the end.

All of the townsfolk had banded over to help the detective figure out who had caused such a stir, and it was only because of one eye-witness that said everything. That simply told the truth of the man behind it all.

It was the Crimson-Eyed Tailor, the one who was gripped with envy, that caused such a massacre to occur.

When they found what became of the last victim, his 'lover', they became a doll of his own. After killing them, the legend proceeded to speak of how he had simply 'sown' their skin alongside his, making them his perfect beloved doll.

One of the iterations even mentioned that his unnamed lover was in a Shiromuku outfit, eyes gouged so they may "never look at another man". At least, from what the tale has concluded.

Because of the severity of his crime, the tailor was sent to be on his death row. When the detective tried to get information out of him, they found out that he has lost his mind.

He became a shell of the brilliant man they knew, laughing and speaking that he has finally fulfilled his desire.

Even when he was dragged onto the guillotine, that day was marked as the end of the massacre, and those who were alive spoke of the man's chilling laughter up until his head was cut off.

...

And that was the end of the "Crimson-Eyed Tailor" and his legend.

Or, more accurately, the history of the known "Dead Man's Heart" case, and how Kaedehara Kazuha murdered the one he "loved" for revenge.

@.throw-letter-away | do not republish or repost my works anywhere | 2023

[the-last-f2p]

Yandere prompts day 15

15: “Where are you going without us? You know that’s not allowed”

Featuring: Kazuha and Tomo

TW: Stalking, manipulation, slight overprotectiveness/clinginess

If there was one power couple duo that shouldn't be messed with in Inazuma it was Kazuha and Tomo. Not only were the two inseperable, but they also were vision holders? Cool as fuck.

Sorry, did I say vision holders I think I meant: Stalkers. Hardcore stalkers.

Maybe it was just the power of anemo but you've never heard Kazuha's footsteps, yet he's always just behind you. And this time you know it was just the power of electro because Tomo did NOT attempt to start a thunder storm for your attention with his bare hands.

They're both 'clingy in their own ways is how Kazuha would describe it, poets and romanticising things. Though Tomo going 'yeah. And?' with his whole body draped over you (not even in a purposefully melodramatic way) is also not a good response.

Weirdos.. Leave me alone please! You think. But, if it was that simple, you wonder how fast the Sakoku and Vision hunt decree would be abolished. 10 seconds tops maybe?

Kazuha and Tomo the people watchers strike again, watching you from a nearby tree! Call the police please! But, then again you wouldn't want them getting caught would you? They would get their visions stolen! You've heard horrible stories about that from Kazuha and Tomo seperately.

You're not going to be that unkind to them.

You open the window from your house to onlook their temporary "camp". Consisiting of two futons, you're still confused on why they're not absouletly filthy but  it's Teyvat it's probably some magical force and one sword rack. They'll just freeload of you for the rest you're all neighbours after all, another wise quote from Tomo.

They're just sitting there, not talking. A bit creepy. But maybe they're enjoying the sunset? Veery unlikely 

"Ah! Mornin' Y/N!" Tomo smiles at you cheerfully, he doesn't have the sharpest of eyes but since Kazuha was dead asleep it was you vs cat man. "Kaz, wake up!" Tomo starts shaking Kazuha awake excitedly. It takes a minute though contrasting with most peoples belief Kazuha's actually quite a heavy sleeper he just rarely gets any sleep.

Kazuha slowly awakes, he looks slightly majestic  but that's besides the point. "Mn.. What is it?" He drowsily rubs his eyes and looks between both you and Tomo.  

"Oday ouyay wantay otay askay emthay?" Tomo whispers to a confused-looking Kazuha, he usually did things like creating 'languages' or even worse foods that the two only understood. 

"What are you saying, Tomo?" He gives Tomo a slight laugh, he must not remember.

"WE WENT OVER THIS LAST NIGHT, KAZ." Tomo half yells, melodramatically feigning hurt.

"I wasn't listening." Kazuha smiles at Tomo patting his back, you hope they're not going to keep us this back and forth.

"Fine. I'll do it myself." Tomo clears his throat like he's going to say something really important or really dumb: "What are you doing this morning, because we were hoping you'd come to Sagonomiya with us!"

"I can't." You say matter of factly. You really can't, Yoimiya wanted to show you some of her fireworks.

"Why?" Tomo and Kazuha ask in sync, it seems Kazuha has half-caught onto the the drift now.

"Yoimiya wants me to help her test out something." You say to them.

"That's dangerous." Tomo frowns and tries to convince you to travel with them once again.

"Don't care." You start to get annoyed by their pushiness.

Kazuha finally having fully caught the drift says: "...Well Y/N. It's like this: You can't and won't go anywhere without us because it's not allowed." 

"That's simple principal." Tomo adds. He reaches for your hand even though he is outside your house and just casually pulls you out the window Kazuha slightly bends the air in order to give you a soft landing.

Alright next stop Sangonomiya!

[harmonysanreads]

I can't help but think of Yanderes who become so consumed by frustration and devastation when they realize that their abducted darlings will never return their love.

It's not like there wasn't a part of them that didn't anticipate this, but they thought they could tolerate it. That your presence being in a space they're aware of, unable to get tangled with outside influences anymore, would be enough for them. For a set duration, that strategy works as well.

They think the fact that you struggle less with every passing day is a good sign, you not attempting to leave your prison soothes them enough to daydream about the future they have with you in their head. They're thrilled the first time you don't flinch away from their advances, hope weaving images of the eternal bliss they crave.

But by the time your grasp on hope has bid you farewell, they start noticing just how much of you has eroded. You don't refuse their touches, you follow what they tell you to and you live as though you don't even think about the outside world anymore — such a revelation should render them breathless in ecstasy, if not for the harrowing realization of how lifeless it is.

They can get you to do anything for them, but neither your actions nor your words have any meaning in them. It's as though you operate on limited cognition, a doll in every sense. You don't return even a scrap of the love they hold for you and you never will because of what they have done to you.

And it destroys them, the guilt they suppressed for so long devours their thoughts. It's painful to look at you, at your dull eyes that remind them of what a monster they are. This isn't the you that enraptured them in such an intoxicating daze, this isn't the you that thrummed so vividly with life, you're devoid of what made you shine among countless faces — and it's all their fault.

However, they can't bring themselves to let you go either. Just the prospect of what the outside world would do to such a vulnerable you gives them just a miniscule more strength to continue this charade. So in this cycle of guilt and responsibility, hatred and love, joy and devastation ; you two will perish, if you must.

[wolverineluvr]

Caged bird.

Content Warning ⛈️: Yandere themes, breaking Readers legs, unconsensual nonsexual touching, kidnapping. Ft. Yandere Xiao, Scaramouche, Venti and Kazuha x reader!

Summary🔎: You thought you could trust them. You were so so wrong.

Part 2

Another Wattpad repost

You groaned as you opened your eyes, you just woke up. You heard giggling. Once you opened your eyes, but you still couldn't see, you felt fabric on your face so you assumed you were blindfolded. You tried to sit up but couldn't, you felt restraints on your wrists and ankles. You heard someone walking over to you and resumed trying to get up. "Y/n..~" You heard someone say and tut. You knew the voice was familiar, Venti! "Venti! Help me out please!" You say. "Aww Y/n, you are so adorable!" You heard him say, only this time much closer. You then felt hands squish your cheeks. "What? Venti help me!" You exclaim.

"Of course my dove!" You hear him say and giggle. You felt your held being lifted and someone taking off your blindfold. You can't see at first but then your eyes adjust to the light and you see Venti sitting next to you. (Youre on a bed) "Venti, where are we?" You ask and your lip starts to tremble. "Oh, we're in our house! In the basement!" He said and smiled at you. "Why?..." You ask. "Well, heh don't be mad but, we kindaa, kidnapped you.." Venti said chuckling. "W-what, why!?" You ask and as he's about to respond you realize. "We!??" "Yea, Xiao, Kazuha, Scaramouche and me!" He says with a smile. "Want me to go get them?" You shake your head but he gets up anyways and leaves.

Your lip started to tremble again, you can't cry, not now, not infront of them.. But a few tears still escaped from your eyes, right as they walked in. "Venti, what did you do!?" Scaramouche yelled. "Why are you blaming me I didn't do anything wrong!" Venti respond. They continued to argue as Kazuha walked over to you. He started to untie your ankles, and then he untied your wrists. He picked you up and you thrashed around. "Let go off me!" You screamed, but he just stood up and hugged you closer. You always loved his touch but now, it feels wrong...

After a while you stopped thrashing because you were tired and Kazuha sat on the bed with you in his arms. You heard a loud slap. And looked to the other men. Scaramouche had slapped Venti. "Stop, talking." Scaramouche said and Venti looked offended. You wanted to leave, you always hate when people argue. They then start to scream at eachother. You look up at Kazuha, he looks annoyed, you thought. You covered your ears and closed your eyes wishing everything would stop.

Kazuha noticed this, put you down on the bed, and got up. "Stop arguing." He said to them. "Why would I listen to you?" Scaramouche asked in a rude tone. "Because you're both making them scared." Kazuha said and they looked at you. "Fine." They both say.

Kazuha was wrong, they were all making you scared, you didn't wanna be here at all.

A week later

"Come on Y/nn have some!~" Venti said and offered you his bottle of dandelion wine. "No thank you.." You said quietly as he pulled you closer to him. "Leave her alone, Venti." Scaramouche said. "Noo, she wants some right?" He said and looked at you pleading for you to say yes. "Okay." You said, you worried what he would do if you said no.. Venti then gave you his bottle. "Have some!" He said and Scaramouche glared at him. You barely ever drank before.. You put the top of the bottle to your lips and slowly drank it. You cringed inwards, you didn't like it. You put the bottle back down.

"Sooo?" Venti said. "It was fine." You said. "Just, fine? Really?" He asked and looked at you. "She did what you asked, it's my turn with her now." Scaramouche said and picked you up, he threw you over his shoulder and walked into the bedroom.

"Heyy, give her back!~" You hear Venti say and then hear crashing. Scaramouche groaned and opened the bedroom door then closed it. He threw you on the bed and locked the door. He laid down next you and groaned. "You love me, right?" He asked and you nodded, you didn't think it was true but you didn't want him to be mad. "Good." He said and pulled you underneath him.

He put his face on your chest (btw it doesn't matter if you don't have boobs or are a guy) and hugged your waist.

Time skip cus 😚🫶

You woke up and groaned. Your eyes fluttered open and you tried to move but you felt someone on top of you. "Stop moving." You looked and saw Scaramouche hugging your waist tightly and pressing his face into your shoulder trying to go back to sleep. "Xiao and Kazuha are back!!" Venti yelled as he burst open the locked door, you flinched. "Shut up.." Scaramouche said in a raspy voice. "No, your hogging Y/n! I want my dove!" Venti says walking over to the bed and pulling your arm.

Scaramouche quickly realized this and got up and grabbed your other hand. "Let go!" Venti said. "No they're mine!" Scaramouche growled at him. "Ow..." You whispered as they pulled your arms but Venti heard it, and quickly stopped. Venti quickly jumped on the bed and hugged you. "Oh, dove I'm so sorry!" He said. "Hey, let go of them!" Scaramouche said still pulling your arm. "Can't you see its hurting them? Do you want them to leave you like every one else?" Venti said.

Scaramouche crossed his arms. "They can't even if they want to." He said. "Fine, but still!" Venti whined. Scaramouche growled and left the room. "He's gone now!" Venti said and smiled as he put his forehead to yours. "Y/n, can you come here?" Kazuha asked standing in the doorway. "But, but I just got them back, Scaramouche was hogging them.." Venti whined out. "That's not my problem, come on Y/n." Kazuha said and motioned for you to come to him. You slowly got up and walked to him and Venti whined.

"I knew you'd come to me." Kazuha said as he smiled. He grabbed your hand and walked to the kitchen. "Do you want some food?" He asked. You are hungry... You nodded and he smiled and let go of your hand. He walked further in the kitchen and told you to sit on the couch. As Kazuha was cooking you heard Xiao talking to Venti. You heard Venti squeal in joy and saw him walk out of the room you guys were in. Xiao followed him and they both sat next to you. Venti hugged you and made you sit in his lap and he put his head on your shoulder.

"I don't know why Xiao is so shy, he:s the one who kidnapped you!~" Venti giggled as he spoke. "Venti you little-" Xiao said but got cut off by Venti tutting. "Don't curse in front of our darling!"

5 months later

It's been so long since you last were outside.. You wanted to leave so badly, and now you had a chance! You've been behaving well so they would trust you, and finally they all are out of the house, while you aren't chained up! You walked to the door and unlocked it, then you opened it and walked outside. You closed the door and walked towards the gate. It would be hard to climb but you had to do it quickly you don't know when they'll be back..

Once you got on the other side you jumped off and sat on the ground for a moment. You then got up and looked around, the house was surrounded by a forest. You didn't know where to go so you just, started walking.

Time skip cus I'm lazy 🤗

You've been running for a while, everything looks so similar... You were so tired, so you sat down next to a tree to catch your breath. You panted you're probably far from the house by now. It started raining aswell.. They probably know you're gone by now, you need to keep going until you find people.. but youre so tired. You tiredly stood up and started walking, but you slipped on mud  and fell on your face. "Oww.." You mumbled and sat up.

You heard rustling in a bush, it scared you, what if it was one of them? You quickly stood up and ran you looked behind you and saw a bunny pop up from the bush. You sighed and looked forward again, you tripped and stumbled on a rock you fell on your face again. You were pretty annoyed at that point but then you heard creaking. You were confused you looked up and saw a tree starting to fall. You tried to crawl away but it fell too soon and the tree falls on your foot. You scream in pain and tears start to form in your eyes. You were in so much pain and yet that wasn't even your biggest problem. You were stuck. Your foot is stuck underneath and you were tired. One little nap wouldn't hurt, right?

"Get up." You heard someone say. You groaned and shook your head. "I said get up." They said in a ruder way. You whined and looked up. You saw Scaramouche. "Fucking finally." He said as he leaned down and cupped your face. "And I found you first at that." He chuckled angrily. He let go of your face and used his vision to get the tree off of your foot. You quickly pulled your foot back and he let the tree back down. Scaramouche picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. "We're going back home then, I'll sort out your punishment." He said and you whimpered..

Another time skip sorry

"Y/n!!" Venti exclamed as he hugged you. "Why did you ever think that it was okay to leave us? Hmm my dove?" You didn't respond. "He asked a question." Scaramouche said. "I don't know.." You said as you fidget with your hands. "That's okay, you'll just have to learn to not I suppose." Venti said as he smiled. Venti picks you up bridal style he giggled and brought you to the basement. The others follow. He sets you a familiar bed. "Whats her punishment Scara, you found her." Venti asked. "Don't call me that. And I can think of one, breaking their legs so definitely can't leave again." Scaramouche said. "W-wait I'm sorry please don't!" You said. "You shouldn't have escaped then." Scaramouche said.

Idk how to write that, so after he broke your legs 😚

You were crying on your bed as Venti rubbed your back. "Hey, it's okay." He said. "It's not okay, nothing is okay about this!" You yelled. Venti grabbed your ankle roughly and you yelped in pain. "What's so wrong about it?" He asked in a dark tone. "Y-You kidnapped me, hurt me a-and say 'oh but I love you!' what did you think I was gonna think about this?" You responded and Venti sighed. "My dove, we're doing it for you, it's a dangerous world out there. You had a tree fall on your foot, of course I'm gonna want to keep you safe.." He said and smiled softly but he still held your hurt ankle.

You sniffled and laid back down knowing nothing you say will get through to him.

[noellefan101]

Regret and Jealousy(+Yandere) : Scaramouche

Characters: (past)Scaramouche x gn reader. (current)Kazuha x gn reader

Summary: your ex, Scaramouche, regrets his actions in your past relationship when he sees how happy you could have been, only now he´s been replaced, with Kazuha.

Warnings: mentions of yelling, physical harm and suicide. suicide thoughts, self-harm, little bit lot of yandere, murder, modern au, not proof-read, ooc(maybe), (pls inform me if there's anything else)

Note: i started writing this on accident while in a class(oops ig), anyway i hope you'll like this random thing i made, i´ll prob make more at some point, love you

I understand you hate me now, but i promise i´ll do better, just please, please, take me back. Don´t look at him, look at me, please, i beg of you to look at me the way you look at him... i promise i love you

What part of him is not good enough, he didn´t understand, what did Kazuha do better than him. Maybe he just wasn´t what you wanted in a partner. he couldn´t come up with the perfect love poems on the spot, he´s not sure if he could even say “i love you”, and if he could it would never be as sweet as Kazuha did, not in the way he says “i love you” just with his smile. But him, oh, no he barely smiles, never even, he didn´t even smile around you. Maybe that was what you loved more about Kazuha, maybe that was what made you run out of his arms, and into Kazuha´s.

If only he hadn´t let you go, if only he was like Kazuha, sweet from the feet and up to his dumb little red streak in his otherwise white hair. If only he hadn´t treated you like that, if only, if only... but that was then, he can´t change the past, but at least he could change himself. If only he knew how to do that... and there it was again that stupid ‘if only’, why does he even try, why does he even dream of having you back, when he knows that you wouldn´t want to, you wouldn´t want to experience that pain all over again. He wants to say sorry, but the words have never left his mouth before, and he doesn´t know how they would now.

He regrets ever mistreating you, yelling at you, hurting you. he regrets it all, he now realizes how bad he actually missed you. but it doesn´t matter anymore, you´ve already moved on, moved on with Kazuha. Kazuha, Kazuha, Kazuha... Kazuha, it has always been Kazuha hasn´t it, he´s popular, smart, pretty, romantic, sweet, nice, and doesn´t hurt you physically nor mentally. he almost understands why you chose Kazuha, almost. but just choose him again, he promises he won´t ever hurt you again, won´t ever tell you that you´re worthless or tell you to just kill yourself before he does, he swears he didn´t actually mean it, none of it.

He knows why you left him, you had a right to do so, to recover from the pain he gave you. yet he still wanted you now again, he doesn´t even know i he can change ever. but he´ll try, he´ll try for you. so you can see just how much of a better match he is for you, so he can prove to Kazuha that he´s better than him. that he deserves you more, that he wants you more, that he´s the one for you, and he would do anything for you.

Anything for his true love, Kazuha told you that too right, but he would still sacrifice you for other things, the foolish man doesn´t know that you should be on top of his list, just like you are on his. he´ll kill Kazuha if he has to, so you´ll stay with him, so he can show that he´ll do anything for you, he´ll even kill himself if that´s what you really want, but you don´t want that, right? Right?

He´ll go from universe to universe for you if he had to because now he finally realizes how badly he treated you, and how much he truly loved you, how he loves you. he´ll treat you better this time, he swears he will, he won´t ever yell at you, hurt you, do anyhting you don´t want, as long as you´re with him.

Just choose him, please, please, please... he´ll do anything... just not Kazuha, him.

thank u for reading(or re-reading), luv ya-Masterlist

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[unboundbnha]

“Do you love me?” + Kazuha (I was gonna do Diluc too but that hasn’t happened yet lmao)

“Do you love me?”

The quiet of the night is only broken by your words. Kazuha, next to you, has his arm draped across your body; he’s gently stroking your tummy in a soothing motion — back and forth, back and forth.

“Of course I love you,” he whispers. It’s a confession, a quiet gift that you never asked for. You know if you looked into his eyes right now you’d see his devotion, his loyalty, his obsession reflected back.

“Are you sure?” You ask, just as quiet. Not a cruel question. For once, you’re not trying to hurt him: you’re trying to reason with him.

He’s quiet for half a second before he sits up to face you. By the light of the campfire, his face is only half illuminated, throwing his features into stark relief. It makes him look beautiful. It makes him look like a monster.

“Where’s this coming from?” The hand that was stroking your stomach moves to your hand and clasps it, bringing your knuckles to his lips in a gentle, adoring kiss. “You’re my moon and stars, my love. You’re my Polaris. You are…” he pauses, hesitates — unusual for him, a man of poetry. “You’re everything to me. You’re the force I use to direct my path. You’re true North, my love.”

You don’t break eye contact. You can’t. Not here. “Kazuha…if you loved me…you would let me go.”

Because you’re looking into his eyes, you see the moment it hits him. The moment of ‘ah, I see what this is.’

And it makes you angry. Gods, so, so angry. But you swallow it down, force the ember of burning rage and hate and loathing into your gut where it simmers, waiting to explode. Hopefully it kills him when it does. Maybe it’ll take you too.

“My love…the world isn’t safe. You weren’t meant for it, and it wasn’t meant for you.” He smiles gently, as if to reassure you. To console you. “You were meant to be here. Safe. Safe and happy and loved.”

The ember in your gut forces acid up your throat and it takes all of your strength not to spit in his stupid, cruel face. You wish you were a fire-breathing dragon, maybe, so you could use the boiling heat inside you to hurt him.

You take a breath, though, and cool yourself off. Nothing gets through to Kazuha, but violence does even less. “No, I wasn’t. This isn’t how—“ you pause, helplessly. His carmine eyes are kind, gentle, encouraging you to continue to say your piece but boring into you all the same. And unlike him, it isn’t unusual for you to be lost for words or tongue-tied: just another reason, he’s stated, that you should stay with him. “Kazuha, humans aren’t meant to live like this. Nothing is meant to live in a cage.”

“My love, does this look like a cage?” He laughs softly and gestures to the gorgeous drapery of the night sky around you, speckled with stars. “This is freedom. I’m sharing it with you.”

“But it’s not my choice!”

Your snap echos in the quiet night. You almost regret it: almost.

But not quite. Especially with what he says next.

“Sometimes people can’t make the right choices for themselves,” Kazuha says kindly, and Gods if that isn’t salt in the wound. His eyes speak of endless patience — patience for your little outbursts. Patience for all of it. Patience for all of you.

Always for you.

“That’s why I’m here, love.” He curls back up next to you, entwining your fingers. “To make the right choices for you.”

[ddarker-dreams]

Panacea.

Yan Kazuha x Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, mentions of blood/injury (not on Reader).  Word count: 3.5k.

If you were to associate any one color with Kazuha, it would be red.

From the odd strand that stands out against his otherwise snow-white hair, to the depths of his eyes, and the long, billowing details of the various fabrics and tassels on his person. The hue impressed itself upon you and made itself unsuitable for prolonged viewing. He had stolen the pleasure you once experienced when gazing upon fiery sunsets, or in observing the leaves change when scorching summers came to an end. How could you derive enjoyment from that which you associated so intimately with your tormentor?

Indeed, Kaedehara Kazuha was red in your mind’s eye, the two so closely intertwined that they could not exist apart.

However…

Has there ever been this much red?

He’s trying to stand. It’s futile in every sense of the word. He grimaces, one bandaged hand clutching where he’s bleeding the most, the other struggling to remain wrapped around his sword’s hilt. The blade has been thrust into the ground so he may use it as leverage to lift himself up. This is his fourth attempt, you think. Perhaps the number is higher than that.

You wouldn’t know. Thinking is a luxury you aren’t currently blessed to have.

Kazuha’s usually fluffy hair clings tight to the edge of his face, sticking to his perspiring skin. Each breath he takes is a battle — one he’s losing at that — heavy and audible even from over here where you stand. Observing. Waiting. For what exactly, you couldn’t say. When was the last time you held the reins to your own life? The feeling is so surreal, so beyond your comprehension, that you find yourself at an impasse when the path ahead should be the clearest it’s ever been.

Illuminated in bright sunlight, all signs pointing with arrows pointed big and bold for you to see.

Get away from him while you can.

You made it a few paces in the opposite direction but haven’t dared to venture further, past the invisible line he wouldn’t want you to cross. You must be teetering on it already, teasing him with your hesitation, for he’s using what remaining strength he has to try and close the distance. If his attempts at standing continue to fail, he’ll likely try crawling next. Pride is a useless obstacle he’ll cut down if it clears the way to you.

The bodies of the nobushi littering the ground beside him are seemingly endless. Their ambush was brutal, a nightmare playing out in reality with you thrust onto the stage. Metal clanged against metal in a cacophony composed to the most dreadful melody. It still reverberates inside your skull, the sounds, sights, and smells of battle. Even if Kazuha had been in full health, the sheer numbers on their side would’ve proven to be a challenge.

You’re not exactly sure when he had fallen ill. You guess he did what he could to conceal it for you, for it was his strength that forced you to remain by his side. He hadn’t been eating as much of the foraged meals he’d fix for you both, he struggled to rest at night, and his complexion had taken on a dull pallor. Whatever ailment he’d contracted was likely to fix itself with a little time and rest, had it not been for the nobushi’s machinations. He fought around you, parrying endless waves of blades, leaving openings in his stance so they’d target him instead.

It’s no exaggeration to say Kazuha saved your life, numerous times at that.

You shake your head. He’s the reason you were in danger in the first place. Had it not been for him taking you away, you would still be in your family’s estate on the outskirts of Inazuma City, safely tucked away behind tall walls and screen doors. What would you have been doing now, anyway? Koto lessons alongside your childhood nanny? Tea ceremony with Kamisato Ayaka? It’d be something tedious, but something safe.

A soft rustling coming from behind earns your attention and horror in equal amounts. Sharply, you turn your head, expecting to see a towering figure clad in armor. Instead, you spot an inquisitive rabbit emerging from the forest’s verdure. A shaky sigh leaves your lips and your shoulders drop. While you might not know exactly what to do, standing here and twiddling your thumbs probably isn’t in your best interest either. Nobushi tend to stick together. Any patrols that happen by would witness the massacre of their comrades and desire revenge.

Meanwhile, Kazuha has managed to stand on his unsteady legs. You go stiff as a board, unsure of what to expect, as he stumbles toward you. Does this mean it’s useless to flee? The last time you made the mistake of trying to run, he tied your wrist to his for days to keep a closer eye on you. The restrictions and lack of privacy had shattered what little remained of your dignity. He had been so apologetic too, explaining in that calm voice of his that he ‘only wants to ensure your safety’, when what you need safety from is him.

While you consider what to say in case he accuses you of trying to run, his knees give out, forcing him back onto the ground.

Could this be a ploy? A way to test your loyalty? Such petty schemes seem beneath him. Then again, the man you thought you knew had proven to only be a pretty veneer that hid festering rot within. Your trepidation causes you to take a step back, your unblinking eyes never leaving his form. When no condemnation ensues for your boldness, you take another step, then another, your heart writhing in your chest.

He isn’t trying to stop you. No… he can’t stop you. Not in this state.

A choked sound leaves his lips. It’s only when he repeats himself, in between coughs this time, that you realize he’s speaking your name.

“Y-Yes…?”

You don’t know why you bother replying, the word leaves you almost as if you were in a trance. This should be where the curtains close. Without the threat looming over your head of his pursuit, you should be able to make your way to civilization. You might not have any valuables on your person, but your surname alone should be enough to incentivize others, granting you passage back home. You’ll have to leave Kazuha behind for your freedom to be secured. Gazing down at him now, you consider the power dynamic that has shifted overwhelmingly in your favor.

This is how it has to be. No one would blame you — would this not be considered appropriate atonement for his crimes? Maybe… maybe some kind soul might wander by and give him aid. Then he should be smart enough to know better than to try this again. Your father would undoubtedly increase the security around the estate tenfold after this stunt. That’s right, your father, he would demand the death penalty on the last living member of the Kaedehara clan if he were to learn who was behind your disappearance. He held enough sway in the Tri-Commission to make it happen.

There’s no way the potential consequences of his actions were unknown to Kazuha.

You think back to the moonless night he took you away. His soundless footsteps that rivaled the most well-trained Shuumatsuban, the scent of saltwater on his skin.

“Would you be willing to accompany me for a while?”

Never had the scale of his nefarious plans crossed your mind. This was an almost ordinary occurrence since you had both entered your teenage years; Kazuha sneaking into the courtyard where you often stargazed. He’d whisk you away for a few hours then return you before anyone caught on. It was the lone thrill in your otherwise mundane life. There had been many nights where you’d purposefully stand in plain view, hoping that he might come by, every little breeze rousing your excitement. However, he was as unpredictable as a conniving kitsune. He couldn’t risk tipping off your family to your little late-night ventures.

The Vision Hunt Decree put an unexpected stop to this long-held tradition, since Kazuha chose to flee Inazuma rather than give up his Vision.

You had all but lost your usual decorum upon his silent return. You would’ve personally thanked each of the Archons just to know he was alive and well, never had you dreamed you’d see him again in person! Emotions seeped through the cracks of your perfect, well-bred façade, you wept loud enough that he was forced to cover your mouth with his hand to keep his presence a secret. Your consent was readily given for what you thought would be another bite-sized adventure.

Would you get to sample mouth-watering street food from vendors Kazuha paid off in return for them acting like they never saw you? Or maybe you’d run barefoot again through the cool waters alongside Amakane Island, then retire to a secret spot that offered the most stunning view of Inazuma City’s silhouette?

Your exhilaration quickly morphed into all-encompassing terror when morning came and he showed no signs of taking you back home.

The sensation weighing down on your shoulders presently is much the same. Elation is fleeting, like grains of sand slipping through your fingers. There is no fairytale ending where some good-natured samaritan swoops in, saving Kazuha, allowing him to come to his senses and see the error of his ways. He won’t repent and swear to never involve himself in your affairs again. That isn’t how this world works. How reality works.

You have two options. Leave him and let him die, or stay, a part of yourself dying as recompense.

An eternity seemingly passes before he has the strength to speak again, his voice croaky. “Hurt… are you… hurt?”

It’s a wonder you don’t fall as well. Not a single hair on your head has been harmed, yet you feel cold pangs all over, his words slicing you to the bone. Why? Why is he concerning himself with you? Why has he always concerned himself with you? Why couldn’t he have been like one of those evil spirits your nanny used to tell you about growing up so you wouldn’t misbehave? Oh, how easy it’d be then, to curse him and turn your back without a care over his inevitable fate. His face would fade from your memory like ink dipped into a river.

Of all the wrongs he’s committed, making you care about him might just be the worst.

Maybe there is a third path, hidden past the overgrowth. You must risk dirtying your hands by moving it aside to know for sure.

You act without thinking. The ringing in your ears is loud enough to cover up nature’s ambiance, your spirit too heavy for the nearby thrush’s song to lift. Your shadow encompasses Kazuha while your frenzied mind considers what to do next. Staying here is not a viable option, you need to get moving now. You doubt you’re strong enough to carry him, you’ll have to settle for helping him walk. Crouching down, you secure his limp arm around your neck.

“On three, I’m going to need you to stand, no matter how much it hurts,” you mumble, uncertain if he even heard you. “Okay… okay… one, two, three!”

Hoisting him up puts your muscles to the test. He boasts a fair amount of muscle despite his lean body and you’d never done heavy lifting in your life. Kazuha must have somewhat understood your words, for he does what he can to make your task easier, his Vision radiating a soft glow. Wind currents far weaker than what he can usually produce aid in getting him to rise. He’s panting softly, his body slumping over onto yours once this strenuous task draws to a close.

With some difficulty, you lead him beneath a natural overpass, decently far away from the battlefield. You prop him up against some mossy rocks and assess his dire condition more clearly.

He’s lolled his head to the side, his skin as white as a ghost. There are a few cuts and bruises marring his person, but the most concerning is the deep gash on his lower right side. Your frown deepens at the sight. The fight had mostly been an inscrutable blur from your perspective, aside from how he sustained this damning injury. He had ordered you to stay put, to not move an inch from where you stood, yet the horror you were forced to witness was too much. You’d never witnessed the light leaving a person’s eyes, the pungent odor of death. Shrinking into yourself, you mistakenly took a step backward, losing your balance in the process.

To a former samurai, that was the only opening they needed.

Kazuha was blindingly fast — so much so that you barely realized what had happened — the hit intended for you digging into his flesh instead.

“What do I do, what do I do…?” The sheer desperation in your voice comes as a surprise to yourself. The man lying before you had kidnapped you and deprived you of your basic autonomy. Still, all you could think about were days from a bygone past. When his father was alive and there were negotiations of your potential betrothal in the future. The unfair collapse of the once illustrious Kaedehara clan benched those discussions forever, though Kazuha never voiced a single complaint.

“It’ll be okay, [First],” he had told you then, his little arms wrapped around your form. His voice had always been so gentle. “That just means you get to choose to marry me. It won’t be commanded of you. I much prefer it that way. So please, don’t be sad.”

Fortune was not kind enough to acquiesce to a child’s wish. Neither of you voiced this mutually understood sentiment as you both grew older — that someone of your standing couldn’t ever wed an individual with no prospects. You locked away this silly wish deep down and assumed he did the same, for he never brought it up again. The seed had been planted and the roots had taken hold.

Your hands shakily hover over his wound.

What would be necessary to treat this? Antiseptics, stitches, clean bandages; you have nothing like that. Do you apply pressure, like he had been before you brought him over here? Or would that make it worse? There must be something you can do. You’re not asking for a miracle. So long as it holds him over long enough for you to get more qualified help, you’d take back every awful thing you said about the gods these past few months.

You don’t know who is struggling to breathe more, you or him.

Something comes into contact with your shoulder. Wearily, you look up, discovering the unknown offender to be Kazuha’s fingers. They brush over the fresh blood that’s begun to sink into your fabric. His eyebrows furrowed together, his mouth contorting in displeasure.

“When did this happen?” He whispers, leaning forward to inspect you better regardless of the agonizing pain the movement must cause him.

You gape at him, at a loss for words. The blood loss must not have him in his proper state of mind. “It isn’t— isn’t mine. It’s from when I walked you over here.”

“Ah…” he trails off. His eyelashes flutter shut and he smiles softly. “That’s a relief.”

Your teeth begin to chatter from how hard you’re shaking. “Kazuha, please, tell me what to do. How do I fix this? How do I make this better?”

With some effort, he manages to open his eyes again, the tenderness nestled within them overshadowing the pain. “I thought… thought you were mad at me.”

Had it not been for the severity of the situation, you’d say he almost sounds like a petulant child, pouting after getting scolded. You want to wrap your hands around his shoulders and shake him but think better of it. Tears pierce the corners of your eyes, building up yet refusing to fall. Despite the cold numbness enveloping you from head to toe, your face flushes with raging heat. You attempt to extinguish it by jabbing a finger against his chest accusingly.

“I am! Of course I’m mad at you! None of this was supposed to happen! If you had just… taken me home, like you did hundreds of times before, everything would be how it’s supposed to be. I don’t understand you. Why you did this to me, why you went from the one person I looked forward to seeing to the one I dread the most. None of it makes sense! None of it!”

Kazuha attempts to take your hand in his but lacks the strength. His arm falls back down, and he coughs, sputtering up that damnable shade of red that’ll forever be burned into your mind forevermore. His breathing is getting softer and softer whereas yours grows more labored. He isn’t going to last much longer. Throwing caution to the wind, you press your hands flush against the wound, praying with all your might that applying pressure might buy him some more time. Then you could go get him help. It might not be a fairy tale ending, but it’s better than the alternative.

Time itself distorts in the moments that follow. A second, minute, or hour may have passed, you’d have no way of telling.

Your hands feel soaked. Whether it’s from your tears, or his blood, you don’t know, for you don’t peer down to check. How could you, when you’re transfixed on the sheer bliss engraved into his face? It isn’t right — it’s as if the entire world had tilted a few degrees and you were just beginning to notice. This sensation swirls around you like a whirlpool, drenching you in its abnormality.

“You’re crying for me again,” he sounds truly blessed, as if he were on top of the world. “You don’t know how happy this makes me. To share such a special moment with you.”

Is this the mad, final mumblings of a man rapidly approaching his demise? For this reason, you hold your tongue, allowing him to speak without reproach.

The next time he tries, he has considerably less difficulty reaching to intertwine your fingers. “I’m grateful to these hands of yours for giving us more time together.”

You have no choice but to look at your hands due to the angle he’s holding them at. What you see — or, to be more specific, what you don’t see — has you squeezing your eyes shut and shaking your head. Looking again confirms that you weren’t imagining things. There’s no blood. Your hands should be coated in it. You felt the wetness, you saw how much was oozing out even through his multiple layers of clothing.

Kazuha takes advantage of your stupefied state to continue speaking. He’s able to get out more words than he could before. “You chose to stay with me even when you could’ve left me for dead. I didn’t even have to ask you to stay. I wanted that to be a choice you made for yourself. Ah… I’m glad… I’m so, so glad… I would’ve been happy knowing you cried over my death, but this… this is so much better.”

There’s a light weight on your lap.

Pulling free from Kazuha’s grip requires all your might, but you manage, stumbling backwards in a scramble to make sense of what is happening. A metallic cling resonates in the air upon your abrupt movements. It doesn’t matter how much you don’t want to look. You know you have to.  So you do. And your world becomes slightly more tilted because of it.

Is that… a Hydro Vision?

It doesn’t register at first. Nothing does. Not the flock of birds that takes off to your left or the grazing deer scrambling to your right. You think you may have screamed, but you never heard it, not when that metallic spinning is playing on a loop in your head. Hurried, you rise to your feet. The blue gleaming gem becomes even more unsightly than the red you’d sworn yourself to loathe.

The gods didn’t answer when you prayed for your sake, but they did when you prayed for his.

You didn’t want Kazuha to die, and now, you don’t know if you want him to live. Not when you’re so far away from civilization and at his mercy. This isn’t the first, second, or third option; it’s something far worse. Unspeakably worse. For you, that is.

“Please, don’t look at me like that,” he sounds far more like his usual self. He’s regaining his strength, slowly yet surely. You shiver. “I wouldn’t ever dream of doing you harm.”

Kazuha’s position against the wall is far more relaxed. His vivacity is returning in small increments, from the slight rosiness of his cheeks to the bright warmth in his eyes. Red. It’s on him everywhere except for where it should be. Had you been callous, had you been able to realize that what once was isn’t enough to risk what will be.

Whatever divine beings rule over this world must consider you to be the focal point of their amusement.

Presently, you’re faced with two options.

Do you want to find out if you’re fast enough to outrun him, or should you save yourself the trouble and never learn the answer?

[springsmile]

GENSHIN HIGH SCHOOL AU — kazuha is high as fuck and keeps lookin atchu 👀 *QUICK IN BETWEEN BLURB*

your eyes meet.

oh, fuck. shit.

it wasn’t intentional— well, no, it was. did he notice?

you chance another glance— fuck. they’re burnt red, so is the sclera. what do they say? once is a coincidence, twice is you’re a fucking thirsty creepy stalker?

he scoots over in your direction, and your palms begin to create the world’s largest man made puddle in the world.

he’s high out of his mind. he’s close enough to conspicuously study the peculiar paleness of his hair, and the tight tie that holds it in place.

he’s still looking for your eyes that you’d torn away in your utter embarrassment.

“hey, did you want a hit?” he shamelessly lifts his cart in the air. you splutter—luckily, the class is rowdy enough to conceal your sheer bemusement.

“kazuha—jesus christ.” you breathed, wretching his arm down, whilst you watch him with an unconscious grin sliding across your lips.

“so you don’t?” he tilts his head to the side, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. “oh, you wanna buy?”

you swallow anxiously, his eyes watch the bob of your throat. you chose to ignore that. it couldn’t mean anything—no, it was inconsequential. maybe it rang as loud as it had in your ears.

you chose this battle. “yeah, uh, do i zelle ya?”

his smile is lazy, and his words carry an soft, unstable lilt to them. “nah. you can test the product first.”

you raise your eyebrows. “so you let anyone just try a free ounce of your shit?”

he snorted, his head craning back in a gentle chuckle. and when his gaze returned to yours, something sultry flitted across his face.

“no, [name]. that was my mistake. i meant that we’ll test the product together.” his eyelids fall halfway, and he leant in closer—you can smell it on his breath. oreos he must’ve infused weed into. somehow.

your eyes flit around your acting class apprehensively—were you getting weird looks? did it look like the most sensual drug deal ever was taking place?

he nips this motion in the bud, taking your jaw in his palm. his eyes are soft. cotton soft, but still shining with recognition.

“that was a flirtation. we’re gonna get high together, and… i’m confident you’re smart enough to figure out what’ll happen next.”

“oh.” you’re blinking rapidly. oh. oh. those were stares of reciprocation. he made the first move— like you’d ever—

“[name]?” he murmurs into your ear, before laying his temple on your shoulder. “did i frighten you away?”

your lips curl. cute.

“no. i was just wondering what i’m going to tell my boss on saturday.”

[yandollies]

A list of works in progress // upcoming works and ideas I have for things to write eventually <3 This is more for personal use to remind myself, but I decided to let you guys see it too ^^

NAAJI 'S PERSONAL NOTEBOOK

UPCOMING WORKS → Ftm Nakahara Chuuya x Ftm reader

IDEAS → Kaedehara Kazuha x Yandere reader (but Kazuha is low-key into it) Probably gn reader

15 ! Skk x Male reader (hcs ? Sfw + Nsfw, reader is also 15)

Toxic religious yaoi :3 (Fyodor x Male reader..,., Sex in a church maybe.....)

SA comfort with Kazuha x Male (ftm) reader (self indulgent)

SH comfort with ??? x GN reader (self indulgent again but idk who to write this with... Feel free to leave ideas on who I should do <33)

Heizou x Harbinger reader (Nsfw + general hcs)

Kaeya x Archon reader (ANGST !!1!1!1!1!1 And maybe sex I guess ..)

Something inspired by the song "Serve Me" by Unto Ashes (idk what exactly yet)

(I don't take requests so as to not stress myself out as someone who has school and work outside of this HOWEVER you are free to leave ideas or concepts and I might write about it if it seems interesting <3 I would actually appreciate it if you did! I don't wanna run out of ideas.... There is a chance I won't write them though, so keep that in mind.)

[merakiui]

Hi! I'd like to order assorted macarons + sparkling champagne from the mis. menu with Tartaglia, Kazuha and Azul (separate), with red velvet cupcake + red bean mochi from the midnight menu, please! Best wishes for you 💜💜💜

yandere!tartaglia, kaedehara kazuha, azul ashengrotto x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, toxic ex-lovers, nsfw, non-con, (cyber)stalking, obsession, gaslighting/emotional manipulation, murder & use of knife (for tartaglia’s part), mentions of alcohol/intoxication (for kazuha’s part), mentions of disordered eating (for azul’s part) note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! best wishes for you as well! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

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☆ Tartaglia seeks the thrill of battle first and foremost; romantic love has usually been second to that. Though after spending many months in a relationship with you, he’s seen just how enjoyable it truly is. As ideal as settling down would be, it’s a lifestyle he can’t yet enjoy because he’s a Harbinger and the nature of his job has him traveling often when he’s given a new mission.

☆ For those reasons, he can’t spend nearly as much time with you as he wants to, and he hasn’t told you of what he does for a living. You could dig if you really wanted to know the truth; he wasn’t going to stop you. But when you meet with him next and you tell him that you don’t think this relationship is going to keep working, he realizes two things. One: He likes you more than he initially thought, no longer seeing you as a passing amusement. Two: He knows more about you than you know about him, and what you don’t know is that he loves a good chase—salivates over it like a starved man at a buffet. 

☆ Tartaglia will be casual about the break-up. He understands it because his job has him traveling all over. He might even offer you a bashful apology to further smooth things over, telling you that you deserve someone with a more open schedule. And it’s a very calm break-up; you look so relieved after the fact. He treats you to one last meal before the two of you part ways for good, with you assuming all is well. Tartaglia offers you one final smile under the stunning lantern light in front of Liuli Pavilion. “See you later,” he says, his sincere features illuminated under the light.

☆ Tartaglia is not Tartaglia in your eyes. He’s always insisted you call him Childe. Childe was sweet and fun, always spoiling you and keeping you away from the Fatui for your own good. Tartaglia, on the other hand, is everything Childe did not show you: a ruthless, battle-hardened hunter who hungers for a good fight. It’s easy to use his time for missions to stalk you, especially the ones that place him in Liyue, where you’ve been living. 

☆ At first, you’ll think you’re seeing things when you spot a familiar head of orange hair amidst the crowded marketplace. But then you’ll catch him too often in your peripheral and it feels like less of a haunting and more like a tangible thing. 

☆ And then you’ll conveniently run into him, and he’ll be charming and sweet to you, acting as he always has, while he offers to pay for the fruits in your hands or take you to another restaurant for lunch. You take him up on his offers because who are you to decline good things? Despite being ex-partners, you can still be friends. 

☆ He becomes a stifling presence in your life. It will feel as though you’re always running into him, always accepting his goodwill, always leaving satisfied and pleased to know there is no hatred between the two of you even after the break-up.

☆ But then the line between friends and something unhealthy is crossed when he breaks into your home. Of course you don’t actually know if it was him. But there was a home-cooked meal left for you on the table (your favorite dish, actually), along with a beautiful, handcrafted accessory you had been saving up for, and you have an inkling that it might be Childe. But Childe isn’t like that; he’s sweet and harmless, right?

☆ You think you saw him standing at your bedside one night. You’re not sure how he gets in. You think you might be going insane because every night you think you see him he’s never truly there. But there are traces of him scattered throughout; you think he’s doing this intentionally—to show you that no one else is capable of tormenting you quite like he can. 

☆ So you play his game. You decide that you’ll stay up late in hopes of catching him and reporting him the Millelith. You even commission a Millelith solider to stand guard outside your house for the night, promising to pay him handsomely if he just watches over your residence for the evening while you remain inside, holed up in your room with a knife. You’re ready; you’re not sure what you’re ready for, but you’re ready nonetheless.

☆ Until you aren’t. At some point, you’ve slipped into slumber and when you wake next you find yourself pinned under Childe, who smells terribly of iron. There’s a faint speck of something on his cheek and you don’t dare look at his clothing, horrified at the thought that he managed to kill someone so stealthily and you never woke to a single scream. He smiles at you, a hunter having caught his prey, and you’re too frozen with terror to do anything but stutter through a myriad of hopeless questions. 

☆ “Cat got your tongue?” he asks, smiling down at you, and he plays soft so masterfully. But his eyes betray him. Empty and soulless—devoid of any form of warmth. Blank slates. It occurs to you that he’s holding your knife. “You should be more careful, you know... Sleeping with knives isn’t very smart, sweetheart.” He could use his Vision if he wanted to—could summon a pair of dangerous water blades and hold them at your neck—but there’s something much more exciting in pure physical strength and the sharpness of a blade not created by the elements.

☆ Twirling the knife in one hand, he runs the blade up the length of your nightshirt, the tip nearly at your throat. There’s a wild look in his eyes now, a crazed glint that tells of his true intentions, and the horror only allows you to plead in desperate whispers rather than attempt to fight him. 

☆ “Don’t be like that,” he says with a soft tut, having sliced through your shorts next, his free hand palming your most private area. “We’ve done this before. You know how I am in bed. I wouldn’t hurt you.” He exhales a breathy chuckle. “Too much.”

☆ When he slips two fingers into your mouth to coat them in your saliva, you almost bite down. You think he’s expecting you to do that because he laughs at you and says, “If you’re going to teeth, you’d better be prepared to be repaid tenfold...” You don’t have the bravery to test him on that.

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☆ You will never see a bad side of Kazuha. It’s not that he actively hides terrible sides from you. It’s just that he’s always so sweet, polite, and patient that there’s never any chance for remotely bad things to slip through his usual demeanor. And since he always seems like the perfect partner, your relationship must have reflected that. It did, until you realized that the life of a wanderer is not very ideal for you, especially since you have friends and family that you’d rather not leave behind for extended periods of time. 

☆ So you’d made the tough decision to break up with Kazuha after nearly a year of traveling alongside him. If he was surprised by your admission, he didn’t let it show. Kazuha is aware that all good things eventually end, and so he tells you that the time he spent with you will always be valuable. He shall cherish the memories he’s made with you thus far and, should the wind will it, the two of you will meet again.  

☆ The wind must really wish for your paths to converge frequently, for you almost always find yourself stumbling into Kazuha one way or another. The first few instances were completely coincidental (or so you thought). He’d happened across you while you were fishing, while you were running some errands in the city, while you were eating breakfast with friends at your favorite restaurant.

☆ Though you thought each meeting was going to be terribly awkward, Kazuha was so friendly and his amiable nature immediately puts you at ease and warms your friends to his presence. He’d ask if it was all right for him to join, if it was all right for him to lend you a hand, if it was all right for him to accompany you on your walk home. And you’d said yes every time because how could you not when he’s so princely?

☆ You thought it was strange, the way he’d start to make appearances in your daily life so often you began to question whether he really intended to continue his lifestyle as a wanderer. When you asked him about it, he had smiled pleasantly and said that he was in the process of planning his next journey, which would have satisfied you if it didn’t feel so...uncharacteristic. Kazuha only ever plans the bare essentials, preferring to let happy happenstances guide him in his travels. 

☆ You’re not sure if it’s stress or paranoia or a mix of both, but you’re certain someone’s watching you. You feel eyes, but you never see them. You confide in Kazuha and he offers to be your guard for the time being. He’s skilled in combat; he can protect you. You agree, but it’s only because you know how well he wields a blade and utilizes his Vision. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that the eyes only ever cling to you when he isn’t with you. 

☆ Kazuha loves every side of you, including the ones that are most clumsy. He finds them to be endearing facets of you—facets that make you stand out amidst a crowd of many. He would never hurt you. In fact, it weighs heavy on his heart to know you’re so frightened. But he assures you it’s nothing. He says that the wind has a habit of making those who feel particularly guilty watched. But that shouldn’t be the case with you, right? You haven’t done anything that would warrant guilt, have you? It’s manipulation in the smoothest of forms; you never suspect he pulls at the emotional harp that resides within you, plucking strings to create a tune befitting a believable story—a story that makes him seem right each time. 

☆ The one night you’re afforded a break from everything is the night you find yourself drinking with some friends, drowning fears and sorrows in lively chatter and alcohol. Kazuha’s with you, as always. He had claimed it was to be there for you in case you drink yourself silly. At the time you said that that wouldn’t happen, but hours later you’re leaning on him for support as he helps you trudge back to your lodging for the night.

☆ With this close proximity, he can admire your lovely features without having to worry about looking impolite for staring so much. He tells you how perfect you look, but the words don’t quite reach your ears. You mumble something drunkenly, burying your face in his shoulder, and he can’t help chuckling. You’ve always been the cutest.

☆ Initially, he had planned to take you home and look after you until the morning sun rose or you had woken—whichever first—but with the way you’re rubbing against him, coupled with your very soft mumbles, has him redirecting your route to a secluded strip of alleyway in a quieter part of Inazuma City. He has you pressed against the wall of a building, the both of you shrouded in blood-red lamplight, with his knee sliding between your legs.

☆ At first you kiss him back, licking into his mouth with desperate, heated fervor, your arms thrown around his neck, and he relishes in the taste of you, even if most of you tastes like fine sake. But then you’re pulling away, placing your palms on his chest to hold him back. You try to look at him, but you’re so intoxicated that you sway, your eyes flicking all about him. 

☆ Your speech slurs when you tell him that the two of you shouldn’t do this. He looks at you like he’s working out a difficult problem. “Why not?” he asks, an eyebrow raising curiously. “I thought you loved me.” And you do. Wait. No, you broke up a while ago. You only see him as a friend now. 

☆ Kazuha still smiles even as you struggle to work through a coherent sentence, leaning in to press a kiss to your throat. He tells you of how much he loves you in all manners of ways: poetic, filthy, filthily poetic. His hands wander all over, squeezing you in the softest of places. He adores every inch of you, and though his touches once soothed you in the past you seem intent on stopping him.

☆ It does sting to know you’re so averse to him even in a compromised state, but you won’t be once he’s slotted himself inside you, keeping you pinned against the wall while he holds you up and ruts into you in the exact way you like. You can try to protest, but when your tongue is tied between objections and breathy moans the latter is quick to drown out the former. He’ll swallow all protests in sweet smooches. 

☆ By the end of it, he gathers you in his arms, holding your shivering frame against his flushed one. He asks if you love him. You say yes, but deep, deep down that’s not true. And the eyes that have pursued you for half a year now finally close. 

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☆ Azul had smiled through the break-up, nodding along and uttering words of understanding. He intends to look civil about the entire thing, but he certainly doesn't feel civil. 

☆ By his standards, two and a half years mean everything to him. Time is money, as they say, yet when it came to his relationship with you time felt much more precious and priceless. In the back of his mind, he always had his doubts and fears that you might leave him one day and he’d be all alone once again. 

☆ It’s fairly simple to keep tabs on what you do. He had been with you long enough to know all about your habits, the places you like to frequent most, the friends you talk to, and even what days you shop for groceries (which he makes note of in a journal). He’s a busy man, so most often he’ll send one of the Leech brothers (most likely Jade because Floyd prefers to approach you outright and that goes against the entire meaning of discreet) to track you throughout your day. 

☆ If you’ve blocked his Magicam account, he’ll just make another secret account. And another. And another. And another. He’ll make as many as he must in order to stay updated on the happenings in your online life, to see what posts you have been tagged in, to follow your digital footprint like a bloodhound. 

☆ Azul wants to make it seem like he’s moved on when he goes about his daily life, all charming smiles and pressed suits, and when he’s distracted with work it’s easy to temporarily forget about what ails him. But when he’s alone and he gives himself time to think, thoughts of you come creeping in. He’s had to stop himself from spontaneously texting, calling, even emailing you just to connect with you again so that he doesn’t look like a desperate, pathetic ex-boyfriend. 

☆ Azul won’t allow you to cut him out of your life. The two of you were meant to be together forever. Who else could have loved him, flaws and all, but an angel? Sure, you may have broken up with him as softly and angelically as you could (and he may have cried over it for hours later that same day), but that doesn’t make you a bad person. He still loves you, even if you hurt him, and he wants you to love him again. 

☆ If there’s something wrong with him, he’ll work to fix it. If it’s his looks, he can change his diet habits and eat less to become prettier and skinnier. He can change the makeup brand he usually wears for something you like. If it’s a certain part of his personality, he can bury it and pretend it doesn’t exist. He can mold himself to your ideals. He can become your perfect lover. Whatever it takes to be loved by you again, he’ll do it. 

☆ Azul thinks he’s dreaming when he gets a call from you, and it takes all of his restraint not to answer with a hasty confession of how much he’s missed hearing your beautiful voice. He forces himself to sound calm and collected and civil while you explain that you found some of his belongings in your apartment while cleaning and that you want him to pick them up within the next few days otherwise you’ll give them away. 

☆ Azul cannot contain his smile, nor does he realize how fast he’s agreed. He says he’ll stop by bright and early tomorrow morning. Nothing else matters in this moment. The frigid indifference in your voice doesn’t matter. The fact that you ended the call right away after that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he’s going to be able to stand in your apartment and see you again after months of watching from afar. He’s so excited he’s not sure how he’ll fall asleep. 

☆ Your apartment is exactly how he remembers: comfortable, warm, and welcoming. You’ve put everything of his in simple, unlabeled boxes, which stings a little. Do you really dislike him that much that you’d prepare everything in advance just to avoid spending more time with him? 

☆ You can’t even look at him. When he steps inside with a kind smile, you greet him curtly and tell him to take his stuff. He watches you walk off to the kitchen to continue cooking a breakfast that smells so delicious. He’s always loved your cooking. Azul glances between the boxes and the kitchen that waits down the hall. He can gather his belongings later; right now he has to appreciate this moment and draw it out for as long as he can before you force him out.

☆ As usual, there’s a certain peacefulness that envelops you when you’re so focused on cooking, your back turned to him when he steps into the kitchen. He’s not sure how many times he’s fucked you against that very countertop, in this very room while you were preparing a meal, but he misses those moments of intimacy. 

☆ You don’t startle when he presses himself against you from behind, his arms caging you in against the counter, but you do attempt to shrug him off. You remind him that if he’s taken his belongings he should leave; you’ll even walk him to the door. But Azul doesn’t want to leave. He wants to stay here. He wants to be able to hold and kiss you again, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

☆ “I love you so, so much,” he’s telling you, mumbling it against your skin through kiss after kiss, playful bite after bite, while his hands slide under your shirt to fondle your perky nipples. You can protest and call him names all you want; soon you’ll be feeling too good to keep up those nasty insults. Soon you’ll love him again.

☆ It’s been so long since he’s been inside you—so long since he’s had you folded over on the counter, babbling incoherently through yet another orgasm, but it feels so nice to touch you, to hear you crying and moaning his name so sweetly, to smell you, to be with you once more. And though he may have made a few mistakes in the past, this time he’s going to show you every bit of his honest love, even the sides that are twisted. Since you’re his angelfish, you’ll accept him as he is, won’t you?

[zylophie]

Can you please make a kazuha x reader yandere alphabet? A,G,P,R please!! And thank you!(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

(´•ω•｀♥) — kaedehara kazuha

✿ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : yue is typing... ✉!

✿ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : He didn't have a choice...if only you listen to him...

✿ — ♯ GENRE : yandere, gender neutral reader

✿ — ⊜ CW : mention of kidnapping.

✿ — ↠ NOTE : hii hii anon!! I don't know how to feel about this tbh but hopefully it's not too out of character... anyways hope you enjoy the story!

✿ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, in doing so will motivate us to continue delivering stories to you, thank you for all of your supports ~ !

✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : yandere alphabet with kaedehara kazuha...

💬 ┊A nxious - How anxious can they get when the thought of their darlings leaving for someone else? Will they do anything to prevent it from happening at all costs?

💌 ┊. . .

When the thought come to mind, he feels restless for a moment but he always try to look pass it...after all it's not like they will help him to win you over.

"san...Kaedehara-san?"

"Oh...my apologies, what was it that you were saying?"

"Are you okay? Is there something bothering you?"

"Ah no, it's... nothing to worry about" He smile, erasing that moment of weakness as he continue to walk ahead of you.

There is a frown on your face "If you say so...you really are like the wind, huh?"

"You think so?" He chuckled, there is some clear walking distance between you and him now.

"Yeah-Ah! Wait for me! Kazuhaaaa!!"

...Yeah, it's better this way.

💬 ┊G entle - How gentle are they with their darling?

-> Relates to the kidnap question

💌 ┊. . .

Kazuha treat you like as if you were a glass doll that could easily break...so gentle that it's make you question your own feelings, why is he so nice to you when you're clearly being held hostage by this young man?

"Seem like you got a cold" He said, removing his palm from your forehead "Just rest for now, I'll get you some medicine"

"I... okay" You bring the blanket up to your nose, muttering "Thank you..."

"What was that?" He turn to stare at you, puzzled.

Your face turn red, you didn't expect him to hear you! "N-Nothing! It was just a cough!!"

He stares at first then turn back to the door, "...I see, then we would need some cough medicine as well..."

💬 ┊P atronizing - How do they feel if their darling betray them by leaving/escaping?

💌 ┊. . .

He feels a little hurt when you manage to escape from him...

"(name), I know you're there" He called out as his voice echos throughout the forest.

...

No response.

He sigh, trying again "Isn't cold out here? I know you didn't bring something to keep you warm..."

Yet again, no response...

"...Ah, I see so that's it" He didn't do want to do this but he didn't have many options left, he have to get you back "(name)..."

He take a step forward "Is it because I was a wanted man before?" Another step closer "...or is it because you just hate me as a whole?"

CRACK!

"...!"

"Ah, so there you are"

Found you.

💬 ┊R epent - Do they feel remorse for their actions?

💌 ┊. . .

Kazuha is well aware of his actions and how badly they will take a toll on you especially, he knew it's couldn't be help...

When the two of you make it back to the house, you stayed tight lipped the whole way back. Not a single word.

"..." You wouldn't even look at him.

His heart aches for a moment, seeing you refuse to look at him even when he is holding your hand during the trip back home.

He sigh in defeat "... I'm sorry"

There is nothing he can't do anything about it, he just have to wait until you were ready to give him your heart willingly even if keeping you here for as long as it's need to.

Love is a deathly disease after all.

[theinnerunderrain]

The apple of his eyes [Yan! Kazuha x Amnesiac! Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, amnesia, manipulation and gaslighting, objectification.

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Love is a fruit that is always in season and within everyone's fingertips. There is no fixed constraint on who may gather it.

Kazuha reasoned that even if the affection was contrived, it was nevertheless a fruit of blessing and therefore only needed just that little prodding in the right direction. It was his own fruit, which he voluntarily spent time tending to by providing it with continual water, ample food, and trimming at the margins to allow for the healthy growth of new twinges.

"Who are you?"

Kazuha was a bit saddened by your sincere interest as she heard the inquiry leave your lips. But perhaps it was the results of his own behaviour—his failure to effectively manage his emotions. It was an error that he didn't intend to make but committed due to his strong sentiments towards you, which he vowed to better control.

He simply lost control and devoured a touch too much of the fruit.

But how can you condemn him when you're just too sweet for your own good?

"...Ah, you do not seem to remember me."

He mumbled, attempting to seem as miserable and distressed as he could, hoping to elicit your sympathy and cause you to shed your sense of guilt.

"I-I apologise for forgetting. If you just tell me, I might be able to recall certain things..!"

The sound of your bewildered voice prompted a ghost smile to briefly trail the edge of his lips, but the room's obscurity prevented you from seeing any of his smile because of how quickly it vanished.

"[First Name]."

He pronounced your name fluently, as if it were a weekly incantation he repeated to himself as part of his meditations. As though he was so accustomed to saying your name that it became an intrinsic part of his personality.

"There's no need to panic. You can refer to me as Kaedehara Kazuha, your friend."

His statement fell off the tip of his tongue, however it wasn't entirely a lie given that you two were friends prior to the occurrence. He wasn't really lying about anything; considering how close you two were to one another, some people might have even assumed you two were in a relationship.

So he didn't have to feel guilty about anything.

"Ah, so we're friends..!"

You inquired, gazing at him with anticipation as he finished speaking, as if it were a comfort to have a friend by your side who could assist you find your way down the memory lane. As you searched for memories of this alleged friend of yours, the term "friend" kept resonating in your head.

Yet nothing came to mind.

But the name Kazuha does sound oddly familiar, doesn't it?

Kazuha.

Kazuha.

Kazuha.

"You were involved in an accident, one that rendered your mind unconscious and blank. We are lucky enough to have you alive and well."

His lips were as seamless as caramel as he chatted, examining your visage for any indications of emotion as his crimson gaze skimmed over it. However, the only impression on your face was one of utter uncertainty, as if he were some kind of parent attempting to explain to their infant child the significance of the very first day of preschool.

"What sort of accident was I involved in?"

You asked, concealing a few stray hairs behind your ears while you awaited the man's response. The murmur of small ripples squirting against the ship seemed to resonate in the atmosphere, and the wobbling of the vessel made you feel somewhat apprehensive, even if you already got a sense of déjà vu simply being inside the boat.

"That's something I'm not sure of. A Crux crew member discovered your body lying on the shore. Here, drink some water."

Kazuha leaned over the bed and reached for a cup of water, pressing the rim of the grey cup on your lips and tilting your head back so the water would easily flow down your throat.

"I hope that helped you feel much better."

He smiled, setting the cup back to its original position, and then wiped the excess moisture from the corner of your lips with the sleeve of his shirt. Even someone with no memories would be able to tell that possibly Kazuha had a bit too much fondness for you based on his almost too endearing stare.

Yet you made no attempt to question him, only allowing him to gently care for you. Perhaps too afraid or too hesitant to freely question the young man.

"Now, as much as I would love to answer your question."

Kazuha positioned a gentle caress on your shoulder and cautiously eased you into the mattress. He then reached for the blanket and slid it over your body merely enough to encompass the majority of your body. The blanket smelled like syrup and leaves, much like Kazuha, and felt warm against your body amidst the cold night.

"Why don't you rest, and when the moment is right, we'll discuss tomorrow?"

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What he was doing wasn't wrong.

Kazuha didn't force you to do anything and he didn't tell you any nasty falsehoods. He just added more components to the story.

Kazuha wouldn't even perceive it as pressuring since he wasn't employing any violent methods to ensure you comply with his dictates. So what if he was required to coerce the intimacy between the two of you?

He was essentially repainting over your image of him, as though he were commencing with a blank canvas and rewriting one of his compositions. Kazuha might even claim that your creation is his finest. Given that Kazuha was not a scientist and could not just concoct a love potion, it certainly necessitated some trial and error. He was aware of your doubts about him, yet you were forced to rely on him because you had no other reliable source.

To ensure that the fruit he sought blossoms properly, it just required a small amount of encouragement and a few words. He'll just have to erase your memories when you start to retrieve them, persuade you that you're mistaken, and how could you honestly trust yourself. Shouldn't you be relying on him instead since your mind is filled with voids and empty memories of the past?

You don't have to think of anything.

Let him serve as your compass, like a gardener steadily guiding his fruit in the right direction.

He should manoeuvre the fruit into his hand since there are no set restrictions on who has access to you.

Kazuha wasn't going to let anyone steal from him or ruin the quality of his produce.

Not after he worked so hard.

Not after he had to give you a little shove.

Not while you're clutching to him so affectionately and feeling grateful to your close friend for saving your life.

Not when his fruit is so luscious and red that it is at the pinnacle of its prime, able can be devoured at any time.

If Kazuha had to eliminate innumerable vines in order to obtain the fruit he desires, it wouldn't be beneficial for anyone, would it?

Just be good and listen to him.

[harmonysanreads]

If you're still taking writing requests or suggestions, may I suggest the 5wirl boys comforting reader after the reader has a nightmare about losing them?

The timing of this ask lol I've been having weird (or interesting depending on the view) nightmares recently as well so some comfort after the disturbing experience would be very appreciated indeed. That aside, my personal headcannon is that all of the anemo boys have nightmares quite regularly, too. So, they'd probably understand better than anyone :)

──⚝ venti

If Venti's not passed out from drinking, it takes little hue and cry for him to notice. At first, he'd freak out a little, checking you over for injuries or anything of that sort. Then, he sighs in relief realizing it was just a nightmare that'd gotten you upset. Immediately, his whole countenance changes and he's guiding you to his hold, rocking you back and forth and vanishing your worries with the bestest melodies. His songs aren't just mere tunes, they're full on declaration of his eternal sentiment — you honestly become a little flustered in your sleepy haze. Venti has no shame admitting what he feels for you though, that cheeky smile you've come to adore never leaving his lips. And even if Venti was passed out from drinking, his tight embrace alone would reassure you that he'd never leave you or let you leave him.

──⚝ aether

One word : panic. He's immediately frantically trying to calm you down, holding you, wiping your tears, making funny faces to bring a smile to your face — the whole shebang. It's almost like you're a child he'd accidentally upsetted instead and when nothing works, starts crying with you, too. You're confused, he's confused and this abnormal reaction calms you down enough to croak out the reason of this predicament. Aether stops dead in the middle of wiping the tears off his face, deadpans and pulls your cheeks. Silly, silly, silly — take a good look at the state he's in, he'd rather drown in his own tears than ever leaving you.

──⚝ kaedehara kazuha

The calmest of the boys, he handles the situation so well that he deserves an award. When he's woken from his sleep with a perturbed you by his side, he's already cradling you in the safest embrace, whispering sweet nothings. He doesn't directly coax you to share your mind, but all his lulling actions offer such a sense of security you cannot help but bare your heart out to him. He's not deterred from his ministrations, either. Ever so intuitive, he guesses something else must've happened for your brain to conjure up something like that. Perhaps it was a person? That could be likely considering his idol disposition. Kazuha frowns, turning you to face him eye-to-eye, his hands hold yours firmly in an oath and he confesses that he belongs, and will forever belong to you and solely you ; this would be changed by no one, not even your subconscious.

──⚝ xiao

I think we all can agree he'd have the most nightmares out of all the anemo boys. Therefore, it's usually you comforting him and making him feel the most blessed man in existence. Xiao is nowhere near ungrateful either, so he harbours great appreciation for your kindness, taking mental notes in case the positions were to be switched. He engraves in his mind how nice it feels when you hold him and run your hand through his hair, humming gentle tunes but never probing him to recount what he'd seen, showing through your actions instead how much you treasure him. He may be extremely inexperienced in all of this but he's quick and determined to learn for you. When the predicted shift did happen though, he was a little panicked as well but not as intense as Aether. If anything, seeing him try so hard to comfort you makes you the happiest anyway. Ends up composing songs to confess the things he couldn't say to you in the moment <3

──⚝ shikanoin heizou

Detective Heizou had sensed something amiss the moment he found the other side of the bed vacant. He at first tried to give you the benefit of the doubt but when a considerable amount of time had passed with no signs of you returning, he decided to follow the clues. A mystery indeed, sounds of sniffing, weary figure— he deducted you were bothered by another nightmare again. Sneakily, he snaked his arms around your form from behind and began spinning you around til you couldn't keep the giggles in and now both of you were laughing like teenagers over silly jokes. Much more relaxed, he asked you what the nightmare was about. With some reluctance, you shared the contents. You felt the earlier horror returning to you but Heizou was having none of it ; scooping you up in a princess carry (you wonder where he gets such strength, honestly), sweet whisperings lost in the moonlight. Sshh, do not worry, just let him show you how much he loves you so that such fickle dreams won't ever bother you again.

[kazumiku]

— MINE

NSWF (crossposted on AO3 @Kazumik)

SUMMARY; Kazuha's one-sided pinning turns into an overwhelming infatuation—an obsession that needs to be unleashed somehow, someway. So, he spilled his guts out in a poem that claims you are his, only before hiding you away from the world to prove his audacious words to be true.

READ WARNINGS; ooc, dark themes, has blood and violence, rape, dubcon, yandere Kazuha, the reader has alexithymia (i think)

you have now been warned...

Enigmatic, you are. Walking through the hallways with an unbothered look, strangely calm amongst the loud voices of students crowding every corner of the hall, their voices having silenced by your thoughts, inaudible in your ears as you saunter towards your classroom.

Nobody paid you any heed when you slid open the door, and you couldn’t care less. Making your way to your seat, body relaxed and leaning against the back of the seat once you’re sat. Your classmates had minded their own business, but there was a feeling at the back of your head that somebody was staring, your eyes wander to meet with unfamiliarly familiar scarlet eyes.

Kazuha was his name, as you remembered from some time ago, he had handed you a small envelope with a poem inside. Each stroke by his pen used, word by word, written with underlying possessiveness, forming each stanza to subtly declare you as his. Shameless was an understatement, he will do anything in his power to at least stare at you, his gaze invasive, it was hard to brush off, even for an individual like you.

“Forgive how I ogle, admiring you, as I’m lost in my own bubble;

Your blasé magnificence guides my forlorn gaze,

Spiraling my once working mind into a compulsive haze.

My doll, for only you I must craze.

Fear not for I mean no harm;

To wound you is a sin, my goddess, I shan’t.

But, dear, my patience wears thin.

Worry not your pretty mind, sooner, I’ll make it even.

—K.K.”

You did not know how to answer that, ghosting him in terms of letters as you were unwilling to be his pen pal. His poem sent shivers down your spine, the bad type of shivers, the one to make your throat dry and your eyes wide from his audacity. “Sooner, I’ll make it even.” It’s silly, you thought.

What? Was Kazuha going to kidnap you and force you to love him or something? Impossible, he looked too lanky to do so.

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It almost felt like you spoke to soon, groggily opening your eyes to the sight of a plain, dim lighted room, having to squint your eyes as your surroundings were unintelligible to your disoriented vision. Where were you? Only the gods can tell.

The only memory you could recall before your world submerged in black was you, walking home peacefully. Well, peacefully until your breathing was cut short by what seemed like a chloroform rag covering the lower-half of your face, held onto place by a firm hand that snaked from behind you, forcing you to inhale the mind-numbing drugs to succumb you into a temporary, yet deep slumber.

“What the… where am I?” You winced quietly, your mind throbbing in pain. The room was cold, yet it seems only you, and, well, the noisy rats at the corner of the room, being the only thing that breathed inside there. It was eerie, like the low-quality horror films you used to adore watching as a kid. But, this time, it was in real life, and not in some lousy made movie.

Few moments have passed, with what seemed like an eternity, when in reality is was a few minutes, there was finally movement going on in the room—other than the rodents that reside with you in the same room—the door peeked open before a head of familiar platinum blesses your gaze. Chains clanked as you tried to shift, only then did you notice the heavy shackles around your ankles and wrists.

“Ah, you’re awake,” The man’s silvery voice graces its way into your ears, a smile playing on his lips. A twisted one, his scarlet gaze as dim as the lights offered, why is little to no illumination. “I was wondering when you’d wake up,” Kazuha jested casually, presenting a tray in his hand. “I brought you something to eat. You must be tired, poor little thing…”

He knelt to meet your point of view, placing the tray on the floor in front of you. As much as this unnerved you, as your muscles were screaming, aching for you to run—a bored face masked your inner conflict as you glanced down to the dish, a simple plate of fried fish, having a nice aroma that you’d probably eat it. But not when you’re restricted, only being kidnapped, your stomach churning in… fear?

Who knows.

Kazuha was quick to catch on your reluctance to eat, sighing inwardly before he reached down for the spoon. He simply opted to feed you in your stead, not wanting you to starve under his care. “Say ‘ahh’ for me, honey,” He instructed with a sickly sweet voice, tipping the fish-filled spoon just at the entrance your lips as he waited for your cooperation.

You responded in a jaded stare before looking to the side to an empty corner, peering at nothing in particular. “Am I in a basement?” Your sudden question earned a hum from him before he chuckled and nodded. “What an astute observation, my dear, you’re right on the money.” The platinum boy praised before patting your head, like an owner would do to its pet.

You moved your head back away from under his palm in unease, though it wouldn’t show how shaken you are in terms of facial features—though the twitching of your hand was proof of your uncertainty, Kazuha, being the attentive person he was, hastily caught on, smirking in amusement at that. So that’s how you show emotion, huh? He was starting to pick up swiftly on how to read you. Skillfully at that.

“Don’t touch me…” You whispered, voice laced with indecision. Nevertheless, Kazuha did not falter, still aiming the spoonful at you. “Open your mouth wide, dear,” He was resolved in his decision to feed you, which you gleefully ignore.

The corners of Kazuha’s lips drew down, clicking his tongue at your continuous defiance, it was like a switch flipped as he went straight to the point. His free hand lunged towards your face, seeking your jaw before moving higher to pinch both sides of your cheek, leaving your lips to part open for the spoonful to enter. Before you could think of spitting the food, you started chewing, the fish well-cooked and seasoned perfectly to match your liking.

A pleased hum vibrated from his throat seeing you eat, that sweetly unnerving smile of his dawning back to view in his face. “That’s a good girl,” Kazuha praised, earning you another pat on the head. You couldn’t even move your head back before his slender fingers made its way to grasp on your locks, leaving you to quietly wince as you busy on chewing.

“Don’t think about even defying me or my wishes, you won’t live see the end of it, my love.”

With that same velvety voice of his, his threat reverberated through the empty basement, asserting his authority over you in a sugar-coated, honeyed manner that makes you want to gag.

Kazuha’s fingers then untangle from your hair, stroking the side of your face before he placed the spoon back on the tray and went back up to his feet, leaving you to sit alone on the icy floor, chained to the equally cold walls.

“I still have matters to attend to, I trust that you’re able enough to feed yourself.” He declared, leaving you to your own accord as he disappeared up the stairs, a glimpse of light seeping out from the open door before he shuts the exit behind him, leaving you to willow in the shadowy room, unaided, chilly and alone.

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Time has lost its worth in this little space you’re now resided in, and, surprisingly enough, you are taken good care of throughout the duration of your elongated stay, occasionally cleaned and fed good dishes that are cooked by his own hands. The only way you could tell that time is moving from the outside was by Kazuha’s feeding times, giving you the usual three meals a day. But now, it felt like he’s given you food for countless of times now, the days turning to weeks, to months. It’s been a year, probably, and you still wouldn’t be sure of how much moons had passed.

Any disobedience ever endeavored throughout is only to be met with punishment, punishment meaning pain—along with pleasure that leaves you conflicted on what to genuinely feel about your captor, yet in never shows in your face, making it all the more exhilarating in Kazuha’s scarlet eyes.

“You’re so much like a doll,” Kazuha comments, his voice husky, a contrast to his usual velvety voice but still holding the same volume of tooth-rotting honey that charmingly rolls out of his tongue. “You always keep a straight face, like you’re bored… Heh, even when I…”

He trailed on his words then your head flew to the side with a loud slap reverberating through the room, leaving a prominent, red hand-mark on your cheek before he grasps at your hair to move your face back towards him, crimson eyes glimmering with shiny stars of admiration at your seemingly unfeeling expression. You looked so beautiful like this. You were meant for him, he’s certain.

“Shit— you like that, don’t you? You’re squeezing around me so much,” He groaned, his cock throbbing inside you, each engorged vein prodding, rubbing against your velvety walls. Even cockwarming him felt good, by how thick he was. At first, you’d tear up through droopy eyes, but now you’re trained to take his cock, to feel how much he’s stretched your puny hole up every time you felt too rebellious. But Kazuha’s just disciplining you, he’s clarified that many times.

His whole length sat inside you snugly, a perfect fit, all for him. “It’s too much… p-please, I’m sorry… I want you to move…” You panted, heartbeat pounding loudly inside your tightening rib cage. You felt so stuffed, overwhelmed, wanting to frown—But you’re simply unable to, always having that default look on your face even when he’s tormenting you both physically and mentally, molding your body to his taste, twisting your mind to have the same corrupted morals as him.

Turning you into the perfect pet for him. Only for him.

He chuckled, licking his bottom lip as one hand held your hips so you won’t squirm away, the other hand stroking your forearm, reaching down to trace at the shackles on your wrist. Clearly, he doesn’t trust you enough to let the cuffs off, simply opting to keep you like this for your whole life, perhaps. Maybe if you weren’t such a bad girl. Kazuha doesn’t mind, though, he prefers you like this, tied down. It assures him that you won’t slip out of his grasp.

“Hmm, are you sure that you’re sorry, my lovely?” You choke out a yes, bobbing of your head vigorously as you glance at him through damp lashes, your breath hitching as he suddenly pulled out until the tip was the only thing left in you, earning him a whine that bubbled from your throat.

It seems Kazuha was satisfied with your keen nodding to his question. And, without warning, he plunged back into your depths with a wet squelch, your jaw dropping loose as he bottoms out inside you. Then he repeated the motion, seeking the perfect pace that made you throw your head back, eyes rolling as his dick hit all the right spots inside you with practiced ease.

The obscene noise of your sweaty skin meeting his resonated throughout the room, bouncing off the walls along with your high-pitched whining and his low grunts, his firm hands now making way to grasp your thighs and pry them further open before draping them over his shoulders, the chains attached to your legs jittering as he does so.

His cock met the maximum capacity of your depths, the tip of his cock flush against your cervix that it made you see stars, your body shuddering and writing against him weakly. Drool started to trickle down your chin, but that didn’t stop Kazuha as he descended his lips onto your moist ones, drenching his mouth in your saliva before his tongue slid out to enter yours, drinking up your loud noises that it becomes gurgled.

“You’re so warm, my love… You’re mine now, aren’t you?” Kazuha grunted, slightly muffled as he claimed your body as his, his scarlet eyes brimming with possessiveness that will only look your way. He loves you, he loves this, and he loves ravaging your body so much. Mine, mine, mine, that was the only thing that echoed through his mind.

Your stomach churned as a familiar knot formed, your pussy tightening even more so in a vice-like grip around his girth, the action soundlessly telling him your climax was drawing near. And, with that, the rhythm of his hips sped up, now pounding you down onto the floor relentlessly as he pulled his lips away from yours to travel down to your neck, littering your supple skin with red-purple marks along with occasional nibbles that left bite scars.

With one last harsh thrust, you scream loudly with a strained voice as he bit down on your shoulder hard. Hard enough to draw blood, yet the pain seems to only enhance the heightened arousal you felt as your vagina fluttered around him, the knot in your stomach undoing itself as you coat his whole length in your climax with a heavy pant.

But he didn’t halt there, even when you reached up to grasp his forearm and beg him to stop. Even when tears trickled down your flushed cheek. Even when your typically dormant face finally contorted into one of pained overstimulation. Even when your nails dig onto his flesh, clawing, leaving red scores to form on his skin.

Nevertheless, Kazuha was selfish, seeking out his own well-earned orgasm as his hips stuttered, thrusts losing its rhythm as he sloppily plunged himself in and out your abused cunt.

“Shh… b-baby, I’m almost there,” Kazuha assured, breath hot against your skin as he licked the bruises that formed throughout the expanse of your neck and shoulder. “You’re doing so well, my love, just a little more… mmh, I love you, I-I love you.…”

His voice went quiet as he bottomed out fully, cock twitching inside you one last time before spurting out ropes of white liquid, flooding your womb with his warm semen, claiming you as his completely and utterly. You could only fall limp on the ground as he remained inside you, ensuring all his load stayed inside your pussy.

“I… I l-love you too…”

You’re his. You’ve always have been, and forever will be.             

notes; erm this is a peace offering for not updating, so i hope u enjoyed (stoner scara is rotting in my unfinished works.. ive been rewriting it bc i didnt like how i wrote it initially, and im still working on it)

[mayullla]

I hope I'm doing this right? (also I'm pretty sure the event is open but I can't see dates so I'm not certain) if not feel free to ignore me

🌼🐝 Yan kazuha

Title: Wandering Ghost

Character(s): Kazuha (Genshin Impact) Summary: They told you never to make a promise to a ghost, and for the most part you did follow. But you have been curious about that ghost who lived in the woods. Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, Gn!reader, kidnapping, minor character death, slight angst(?), 1.3k words

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

Ever since you were a child, you could always see ghosts and spirits. Wearing the clothes that they died in or were buried with, their body a little faded that you could see through them. It wasn't normal really when both your parents nor most of the villagers in your hometown were not even able to see them.

Some looked at you with amazement and reverence, hoping to use you as some sort of link between the living and the dead. Some looked at you with suspicion and distrust while others kept their distance away from you. There was an old saying in the village after all... that those who could see the dead would disappear one day, leaving no note nor evidence of where they left.

They believe spirits could easily fall in love with those who could see them and as easily take them away.

That was what your parents were afraid of, fearing they would see their child suddenly disappear from their eyes when they were not looking. Taken away from them to the spirit world. They made you promise them that you will never make a promise with a spirit or yokai, as they knew it would only be impossible to take you away from them altogether.

"Never make a promise with a spirit." You mumbled to yourself a habit that your parents created to remind yourself. You looked outside from the window, getting ready to head to the woods to gather and store wood for the coming winter. The sun was high up in the sky.

You gathered as much wood as you can, the whole day taking a break every so often when you were tired but also for lunch. Time passed, and soon, the sun was setting.

"Who are you?" You asked cautiously, eyes narrowed a little far away you saw a silhouette of a man. His eyes widen in surprise that you could see him yet just as naturally, just as quickly accepted the fact that you could and smiled.

"I am just a wandering spirit... Kaedehara Kazuha."

The man spoke in a soft tone and when you figured that he wasn't anything dangerous you slowly dropped your guard around him, you have seen many of these kinds of spirits, and while some are dangerous almost as if insanity had taken over them, Kazuha in comparison to them was calmer.

The spirit was curious as to how you were able to see him. Alone for so long, he wished to talk to someone even just once. You pitied the ghost when he told you how long was stuck here, how long he was alone, however, you were still cautious after all the people around you always told you to be careful. To stay cautious so as not to let the ghost grow attached to you. But you were also curious about him, too, when you figured out who he was and as he told you his story of the past.

He had a calm demeanor and again kind and soft-spoken. He had this whimsical feeling around him as if the wind spoke to him. Sometimes, you thought that was the case. You were curious about the young wandering samurai and how he had died.

Whenever you would head to the woods, you would see Kazuha somewhere between the trees looking at you, a smile gracing his lips when you notice him as he flew towards you his feet not quite reaching the grassy floor, asking your day and such. 

You have become sort of friends. When he asked you if you would continue to stay with him as a companion with whom he could talk when he feels lonely… and you accepted his request.

You shouldn't have done it. You shouldn't have made a promise, one so vague and could be manipulated as they see fit.

When did it take a turn for the worst... after months into your friendship, you finally told him that you thought you found the one that you love. Someone who you thought you could spend your life with, and that this person also looked at you the same way. The smile on Kazuha's face was stiff, yet you were just too excited to notice as he asked you to continue talking. You told him of your partner's eyes and their personality. You told them that you have always found them to be lovely or charming, but there was never a chance for you and them to talk. Till a week ago.

Yet right as soon after your heart shattered like glass, it was as if you felt something within you left. Ripped from your body leaving so so cold.

"It was a windy day... They went a little farther than usual from the village close to the cliffs and..."

You didn't know what to make of this news as your friend stared at your face, your hands and feet were cold, your heart breathing loudly in your ears and so was the sound of your breath. You snapped. Your friend and a neighbor who happened to be near had to hold you back as you tried to push their arms away frantically, trying to escape their hold to look for your loved one.

But they could do nothing.

"What did you do, Kazuha!!" You shouted in anger, the howling sounds of the wind loud in your ears as you glared at the spirit. Your heart was broken and some would think that you were accusing the spirit due to sadness instead of a clear mind. But you knew... you knew that it was him who did it. He was the one who cause your pain and anguish.

The soft look that he gave you, as if unaffected by your accusations. On his hand, he held a small leaf, a physical one something you knew he could create tunes with as he had shown you on many occasions. Releasing the leaf, he let it return to the wind to the living world and not in the dead man's hand.

"Answer me, Kazuha! Why did you do it!!" You demanded, tears in your eyes but refusing to shed. Not when you wanted answers. Not when you were in front of the one who pushed your loved one to the peak of the mountain. "I should have never trusted you!!"

"Don't cry... don't cry. It will ruin and stain your lovely skin for something so useless." Kazuha touched your face, a ghost touch that leaves chills down your spine as you tried to push his hand away only to pass through. "What have you done, Kazuha." You said unamused, all you wanted were answers before you return back to your home and have time for yourself in sorrow, never to step foot in the forest where he was ever again.

And he knew it, too.

Kazuha looks down at you, his all too near to your so close. "I've asked myself this question many times, ever since I died. My clan was on the verge of collapsing when I was born, and when I grew, the only thing that remained was my life, which had been deemed a criminal." Kazuha's hands were cold to your skin as he continued to whisper, you have heard of this story once told by an old man who once worked for the Kaedehara clan a long long time ago but also from him.

"Yet in my attempts to flee, I was soon caught and killed. I thought that was my end however when I woke up, I have become a ghost shackled here. I believe that a person could become a ghost because something here was holding them back. I wondered why I have become one as I do not have anything anymore and thought that I have accepted my faith." You felt your tears wiped gently by his thumb, his eyes gently looking down on you. "I wandered aimlessly in circles till I met you."

"And I think I found my answer."

It wasn't long before the village started its search for you in the forest. The people you knew called out your name, hoping to receive an answer back. But it was too late, as another one who could see the past was taken away from this world in the arms of a ghost who loved them dearly.