Bloodline | Shikanoin Heizou x Male OC

1- Bodysnatchers

"P-please, I have kids at home and-..."
"Ugh, suck it up. It'll be quick, don't worry. And I'll take great care of them when you're gone." I replied with a cheeky tone, faking my concern.

"Bushida Kiyoshi you're... you're pure evil!" the old man whimpered. "Those are the lamest last words I've heard so far. Could've come up with something cooler" I acknowledged him. I don't think he actually heard the last part. His throat was already sliced. Blood was crawling everywhere. I sighed as I tried to walk through the blood bath, looking for something to clean my hands. "Why do they always have to be so noisy?" I whispered to myself, while trying to remove all the red on my clothes.

Then, I heard whispers. Not really discrete, if I heard them. I tried to distinguish how many people were talking and what they were saying.

"Detective Heizou guessed he'd be here." One of the voices confirmed. Him again? Will this detective ever leave my ass alone? Everytime they try to catch me, it's always all about that Heizou guy. I might start to think he fancies me.

Footsteps were getting closer to the wooden house, where the old man's body lay. They might've thought that the rain of the Yashiori Island would've hidden their presence. The tenryou commission should really consider getting new officers.

"Watch your back, we don't know what he could've prepared." a second voice advised the others. I quickly analysed the room for an exit, when suddenly, I didn't feel the urge to escape anymore. I was actually curious as to who this detective Heizou might be. So, I just opened the door, revealing myself to the Shogunate. They all stood there, frozen, debating with themselves whether they should run away or stay and fight. Acknowledging their fear, I took a look at my clothes soaked in blood and chuckled, "Yeah sorry, this one was a bit messier".

As I finished my sentence, they all threw themselves at me like I was some kind of rare animal. I didn't fight back, making their task easier. Mmh, I should stop being so nice to those humans. They honestly don't deserve my kindness.

I woke up, blinking hard to try to gain my sight back. Why are they always so brutal? I took a look around me, and realised I was tied up to a chair in an empty room. The Electro symbols all over the white walls indicated to me I was at the police station. There was a glass right in front of me. I looked very good with wet hair. Wet hair? I mustn't've been here for too long then. I stared at the mirror, smiling. I knew they were watching me through it.

Fast enough, a door opened, revealing a woman and three guards. Her mid-length purple hair suited very well with the electro vision on her belt. "Bushida Kiyoshi." she started. I raised my head, eyes locking with hers. If a glare could kill, I'd be agonising by now. A black veil on her face, I started to regret getting caught. She didn't seem like the one you could joke around with. But I'll try anyway. Looking at her up and down, she punched me right in the cheek, just as if she had guessed my thoughts. Fuck, that woman had a lot of strength. I growled in pain, slightly chuckling. A grin drew on my lips, but she clearly wasn't happy of being here. "Kiyoshi Bushida" she repeated. I raised my attention to her again. "May I know your name as well?". I don't think she liked that. She punched me again. "Ow."
"I've got one simple question for you, Bushida." she ordered. "Do I have a choice?" I replied, amused. I shouldn't have said that. She threw another punch. Guess I'll just shut up now. "Do you know anything about the Matsushita clan?" she took a step back, crossing her arms on her chest. I guess that was a good thing they didn't want me for that whole murder thing.

Matsushita clan? How the hell do they know that I'm related to them? The name I go by is Bushida Kiyoshi. Exactly so no one could ever connect me to that weird ass family. My parents fled to Fontaine as soon as our clan's authority became ashes, and left me and my siblings rotting in here. No one alive in Inazuma should know that I'm related to them. Also, I only came here to see who that Heizou guy was, not to be reminded of those rock suckers. I guess I could just deny it. "Never heard of it." I replied, laying back on my chair. "Fine. So I'm guessing you don't know anything about him?" She held out a picture, showing a man that looked like he could actually be my older brother Akua. Fuck. Shit. Double fuck. I think I failed at hiding my surprise. "So you do know something about him." She said proudly. She gave the picture to one of the guards, as she started walking around me. She was getting on my nerves. I didn't like that. "Matsushita Akua Genkei, first son of the fallen Matsushita clan. And your brother." She whispered the last part in my ear from behind. "Fuck you. I told you I didn't know anything. Now if that's all you arrested me for, I'd like my freedom back". I lost my cool.

The Matsuhshita is a part of me I tried to forget for years. Now all of a sudden, this bitch thought she could come out of nowhere and remind me of it? Fuck her.

"He won't say anything. Go and call him." She ordered, speaking towards the glass.

Fuck. This was far from being over. I lowered my head. I let out a sigh, closing my eyes. This whole thing drained all of my energy. First, the murder ; which I must admit, was pretty difficult. The man kept crying and yelling for help. Well, that might be due to the nails I chopped off his fingers. Then, this. My curiosity will be the death of me.

"So, is this the man you can't handle?" I quickly raised my head. I looked around, trying to find the voice's source. I recognised the mirror, taking a look at myself. Something looked off. My eyes wandered off to the place where the four Shogunate were. There stood a man in front of me. Man? The guy looked to be in his fresh twenties. He was small too. Weird. "Ah, finally awake." he commented when our eyes met. That's what looked off. My hair was dry. I fell asleep. Shit. Great first impression. "Detective, he's the guy you led us to." The purple bitch talked again. Wait. Detective, as in... "Don't worry, the great Shikanoin Heizou will take care of this''. He declared proudly.

Heizou. Fuck.

First chapter of the rewriting !!! Nothing really changed for now but it's always good for me to get reminded of how the story began so nothing seems off when I write the rest xx

Radiohead - Bodysnatchers