Headless ballerino • KazuScara Fanfiction

Chapter 3 • Le Déluge

Recap:
During his work time, Kazuha had started to feel anxious in some way. He's feeling very uncomfortable... he feels observed. At all times from the second he steps outside.
As he had just finished solving the tragic case of his poor colleague, and that the criminals were sentenced, on his walk back home, he finally got a glimpse of his stalker. Hi guts were right, he was being followed. He makes his way home as fast as he can and tries to relive himself in the comfort of his home.

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February 14th, Valentine's Day. Dear diary, today is the inter-regionally known day of love. I wish not be anyone's valentine today, but i still took good care of my dear cat, Shiroi. I decided to give him a nice bath —even though he resisted a lot— and gave him some tastier treats than the usual, along with some of his favourite fish. He was very happy today, always coming to hang around me and meowing happily, sitting on my lap or next to me. I have to say, without Shiroi, some of the happiness in my rather dull life wouldn't exist.

Other than that, today, there was another performance. I got to see him again. He's just as beautiful as always, even, he gets prettier the more I see him perform. I can't even pay attention to the other performers, he takes up my whole view, he's too alluring, I almost can not take my eyes off him as he beautifully sways and dances along the stage. Everything so well synchronized with the music and the other performers... He's at the peak of perfection. No movement, no action, nothing is flawed. The more I see this ballerino on stage, the more I wish I could just hold him and remove that damned, damned by the archons themselves, mask. Throw it away far and that he never takes it back. I simply wish to be able to see his visage. Get to see every part of his face. Caress his soft skin, his pink lips... get him to let me in, behind that door that holds all his secrets.

I can't deny, I think I'm going mad slowly... maybe taking a break from work will help me get over this unhealthy obsession...

End of February 14th entry

I closed the book shut, threw it in my desk drawer and rested my head in my hands in despair, looking at all the documents under me. I then turned my head to take a look at the cork board. An image of the ballerino pinned in the middle with a bright red pin, a photo of the full troupe together, a picture of my deceased colleague.

What could the link be?

— — — Flash Back — — —

Rain. I hate the rain. It's been raining all day, since yesterday night, and it hasn't stopped. It's already past noon and the sun hasn't risen all day. It was a sad grey and depressing day today. There's absolutely no other way to say it. February 7th was the most depressingly dreadful and boring day of the year.

Fontainians often said "C'est le déluge annuel(it's the yearly strong rain)" but I've almost never seen a rain as strong and fierce as this one. And here I was thinking that what I had seen back in Inazuma was bad, oh how wrong one can be proven. Rain droplets usually do a calming tapping sound on our windows and then slowly drip down, flowing like a river on the glass. This time it was more as if our windows became Pank Ration —In the Fortress of Méropide— and the, usually small, droplets tripled in size, fighting and getting knocked down hard on the glass of our windows. The sound wasn't soothing anymore, it was utterly obnoxious at best and absolutely mind wrecking at worst. The noise was driving me to insanity and without the comforting petting of my cat, I would've probably preferred to punch my window then to continue hearing that wretched noise for a minute longer.

Not to mention, the strong winds made the droplets, at certain angles, hit even louder and the wind passing against some of my neighbour's olden glass made this whistling sound. Extremely eerie and disturbing...

All employees were called off, including me. We all got to stay at home today because of the harsh weather that could possible result in injuries. I guess we can at least relax a bit today, get to nap with Shiroi.

When I layer down, Shiroi comfortably climbed onto my stomach and curled up comfortably, nodding off to sleep there as I softly and slowly scratched behind his ears. I then also fell into a deep comfortable slumber.

"K——ha!"

Huh?

"Ka—uha!!"

Who's talking? Who's calling my name..?

Where am I...?

"KAZUHA!"

I see a familiar face shaking me awake, in a familiar place, at a strangely familiar time...

I looked at whom had awoken me and I couldn't help but smile, it was whom I thought it was... Tomo... my good friend. How I missed him. 9 years ago, my friend had been killed during a duel with the Shogun. Had I gotten there in time, he wouldn't have died. I still hold his lifeless vision dearly everywhere I go, almost like a rabbit's foot.

"Kazuha, let's go, we'll miss the fireworks!"

I couldn't help but smile when he lended me his hand and I gladly took it, bringing him in for a hug and looked at him with a both happy and sorrowful look.

"I missed you, friend." I say with a sad look.

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A/N
Hello dear readers, here's a rather short chapter. Happy late Valentine's Day! I hope you had a good day and that some people gave you some chocolate and if you didn't get any, just know that a lot of people still do love you <333

I love all of you and see you at the next chapter :) !!!

-February 15th, 2024