Kazuha smiled at his phone, happy that he could hang out with Scaramouche again. However he wasn't sure about his phrasing, I mean, it's a date- meaning that the time to hang out was set, right.
He shrugged, no need to overthink it.
He was glad he had met Scaramouche, as he wasn't sure that he could last long in Inazuma without someone new to talk to. He loved his friends here, but during this dire time it was very depressing to talk to them.
"I should go outside." He said to himself. It would do him good to get used to this place, he hated feeling like he was about to throw up whenever he looked at the Inazuma city palace.
He picked up Tama and slipped on his shoes, he exited the hotel and just took a walk around. He stared at the cherry blossom trees that scattered their petals all over Inazuma city, he used to hate looking at anything that reminded him of this place but he realized he had to change that, there was no use dwelling on the past when the future was right ahead of him. Plus, he had met a good friend under the cherry blossoms, so that would be a memory for him to cherish.
He sat on a bench and started stroking the white cat, Scaramouche. He was handsome yet beautiful at the same time. And he also reminded Kazuha of the shogun in a way. The first few times that they had spoken he had to remind himself that they were separate people.
He could never forget the Shoguns cold gaze as she stared at him after striking down his friend.
He hoped Scaramouche would never stare at him like that.
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Scaramouche was doing paperwork at his desk, he had rented a house as he knew that this would be a long stay in this region. After throwing away the third scrapped document he huffed in annoyance. It pissed him off how he couldn't focus on anything, as a white and red boy has a firm grasp on his brain.
He really had to get away from him.
But not meeting him ever again would drive him insane.
But he had a goal to complete.
He had to get revenge. He had to prove Her wrong.
"Arg..." Scaramouche groaned.
"This is so stupid..." He breathes.
He slumped his head onto his arms and let out a sigh. His head was being bombarded by thoughts of his infatuation with this random pretty boy. And he- to be completely honest, hated it. He hates everything. He hates her, he hates this stupid job, he hates himself.
Looking up, he has a mirror hanging on the wall. Normally- he is quite vain. Somebody like him should be, as he thinks.
But today, right now, all he sees is her. The almighty shogun- the electro archon. His mother.
Standing up, he grabs the mirror, throwing it across the room. The sound of glass shattering resonates in the bleak room. He takes a minute, calming himself. His fists are clenched, his sharp nails digging into prosthetic skin. He shakes his hands out. It's not like bleeding will matter anyways.
He walks over to the shattered mirror, a waste of 50 mora. Picking up the shards, he tries to ignore the purple hair that looks so much like her. He knew what Kazuha felt, he looked so much like that wretched woman.
His hands clench without realizing it. Purple blood pools out of the cuts the glass caused. He winces, one of his only human deformities. Pain. a sign of weakness he hated.
He clutches blooded hands to his face, his eyes bloodshot. He lets out a few soft sniffles.
How human of him.
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sorry for short chapter. ill get back to the mines to make a longer one. and i think i'm gonna try to make the next one a little... ya know.
