kazuha is the freest soul you have ever known - parts of him linger in the breeze, in the warm air and flowing waters of inazuma alike. but tied together once as friends, your relationship had turned sour upon the dire event of his friend's death at...
"those eyes used to know me, it's been way too long. you are the moon and the stars and all i gaze upon, time won't ever move slowly, what are you waiting on? say the word and i'll be yours, you know i never forgot."
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in the past, when the maple leaves first began to pick up on the battlefield, it had only ever been instinctual to turn your head the other way. no one questioned how the superficial breeze never reached you, comrades never realised that the chance to pick crimson leaves from your hair always seemed to escape them. it's as if there was a discrete force constantly shielding you from it — but, the answer has always been far more simple than that.
the man who traveled with the wind would never harm you.
distinct blazing eyes caught yours under the ocean blue sky. his footwork was light and intricately wrapped in the small blades of wind, silhouette lost in the blinding light of the midsummer sun.
you were only a newly-ranked general at that time, likely not even on the resistance's radar yet -- but the sight of kazuha sent both nerves and a painful ache shooting through your chest.
you remember hesitantly ordering a retreat, fighting back a scoff. kazuha had no doubt planned to make quick work of the soldiers from the beginning — but seeing your face must have spurred him to trample the visionless soldiers like bugs.
he had wanted to show you what he was capable of.
it had been the same wretched cycle since the day you'd chased him from your life for good — a stray gaze. an empty threat. anonymous letters between the months. with one mistake, what used to be a smooth friendship easily twisted into strained alliance.
but neither grudge nor duty is enough to erase the past. no matter the kind of resentment he feels towards you, he is just as unable to harm you as you are him. the odds are against both of you in a complicated dance wherein you cannot touch, wherein he is still the same unfortunate boy he was all those years ago; just as you are still the same unlucky girl.
but that had been almost nine months ago, one of the last times you'd seen kazuha in the flesh. despite yourself, you still find yourself hoping on sleepless nights that he has somehow turned his life into something he can be proud of.
it had been a great shock to see the kaedehara family fall. occasionally, you think that it may have been only a pipeline that has gotten kazuha to the status of a fugitive -- but you had seen him that day, running from the horrific scene painting the tenshukaku. he is guilty only by association.
the sun falls quickly over inazuma city that night; the place where it had all begun.
in the middle of making your routine walk to the precinct of the shogun's abode, you have the misfortune of coming upon kujou sara doing the same.
