Headless ballerino • KazuScara Fanfiction

Chapter 1 • Le Meurtre

December 18th, oh my dear archons, today I got to see him again at a performance in Liyue. He looked gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking. His hair noticeably grew a bit longer and his tight attire clings to his small waist so wonderfully.

Une œuvre d'art. (A master piece)

Today's play was even more splendid than the last i saw in November because this time, the Balladeer played the main role. It was in an Inazuman setting which brought back so many old memories. It told the story of a young abandoned boy whom became a villain and then made his way out of the path of evil. It was a beautiful piece. Every movement was beautifully executed, with grace and elegance.

Oh how I wish I could hold his small body and be able to caress his soft looking cheeks or his plump pink lips... to smother him with kisses everyday would be like embracing an angel...

My angel...

One day I'll make him notice me and he will fall for me... some day, dear diary, it will happen.

End of December 18th entry

I shut my book and turned my chair to a newly installed empty cork board in my room.

How shall I start filling this up?

— — — Flash Back — — —

December 11th, snow is falling, sticking into the windows and blurring the view of the, normally sunny, city. How boring.

After staring —or atleast trying to— outside, I stretch and get dressed with some warm clothes, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, put a coat on and head out for work. Luckily enough, work is close by, only needing to walk a few hundred meters to get there. As I walk to my office, I notice that there's a sale at a café that's near my workplace. I think that it wouldn't be a bad idea to go in and get a warm drink. I head over to the café and open the door, as a bell rings, signalling a new customer.

"Bienvenue! Puis-je prendre votre commande?(Welcome! May I take your order?)" said a young woman at the counter, calling out to me. "Oui, bonjour. Un café americano, s'il vous plaît, merci. Pour emporter. (Yes, hello. An americano, thanks. To take out.)" I reply to the lady and she nods with a smile. After a few minutes of waiting she calls my name and order. I pay and leave to go off to work.

After a few minutes, I arrive at my office and I get given a dozen of unsolved new cases, mostly disappearances and abduction. The same old things. One case stands out however. Murder..? Haven't seen one of those in a long time, it's almost... refreshing... I open the file and get greeted with a long description of the crime scene pictures of the body, and holy hell was it bad. An unidentifiable victim had been tortured, murdered and finally dismembered, limbs scattered in many different trash bins. The body parts were found after many residents were complaining of a strong stench coming from outdoors and some had the guts to look in the trash. Guess they shouldn't have...

After through research, the victim was identified. It was... my colleague? Not any colleague.. the colleague whom invited me to the theatre... it was so coincidental it was her and she hadn't done anything wrong —or not that I know of at least— so why? Was it picked randomly..? Le hazard? (Chance perhaps?) No, it couldn't be. This was way too cruel to just be any encounter-kill murder. This was all planned out, it was a scheme to get rid of her. But why?

I shook this really weird feeling crawling up my spine and tried to concentrate on my job: finding who did this. I looked at the description of the crime a second time, looked through interviews with some people who were near the crime scene, people who heard anything. It didn't lead very far though because people said they didn't hear a single thing. That means that all the torture and killing must have been done at a private location and the crime scene was but somewhere to go dispose of the body.

It said the victim was most likely beaten and hit because ecchymosis —bruises— were found all over the arms, legs and torso. The torture must have lasted a few hours because of the colour and the victim was most likely beaten with weapons such as a bat or a club since the bruises were far to big to be a simple punch or a kick.

Secondly, the torso was found with a large slit around the neck, which was probably how the murder —or murderers— finished the job and then dismembered her. All body parts were found in trash bags that were full with junk and one limb, trying to cover the smell of death with that of garbage. Smart, but it sadly —not really— failed since she was found either way.

Finally, after many many hours of doing a lot of research and analysis of the case, I was done with sitting on my damned chair and decided to go check it out myself. I wasn't gonna go any further slacking around trying to read between the lines.

I threw my coat over my shoulders and slipped my gloves on, because catching a cold would be the least of my worries right now. Once I was well enough dressed to go out, I headed out of my office and made my way around the city, especially near the crime scene. They say seeing something in real life is nothing like seeing the pictures, and boy was it true...

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A\N
Welcome back, it's been a month since the last chapter came out, hope I didn't keep you waiting too long! So, you can see I'm into crime and horror stuff I guess.. hope i don't accidentally strike unwanted publics with this, so if you know you're sensitive to gore and all this, you can always leave and it'll be totally fine, it's for your own mental health <3
Like in my past fanfic, you may know I post infrequently and I'm very sorry for that but, you know, really busy. I hope all of you whom read this chapter enjoyed it and if you didn't... I don't know what to do but you can try to search something else to read if this isn't suitable to you <3

I love all of you dear readers and I wish the best to all of you <3 !!!

-December 11th, 2023