Kaedehara 'Kujou Killer' Kazuha

Light Novels

Kazuha gently floated towards the roof of a nearby building. His vision glowed as he silently landed and crouched down. He could see Sasuke's house from here. The shogunate were outside, two soldiers one in his mid twenties, looking a little out of his depth, the other late fifties, professional and stern looking, he appeared to be the leading detective.

Both soldiers expressions were grim. Sasuke was still, white as a sheet as tears streaked down his drawn face. Yaku put a hand on his shoulder but Sasuke looked as if he had barely felt it. He stared into space as silent, painful sobs wracked through his body. Tomo was holding him up, as if he was scared that without support Sasuke would break. Kazuha thought he would, Sasuke wasn't even trying to stand, without Yaku and Tomo on both sides he would've fallen to his knees.

Kazuha watched on as Tomo spoke frantically to the shogunate, still holding a limp, trembling Sasuke. Yaku gently held his face, stroking Sasuke's buzzed head. 

Kazuha remembered when he had argued that it made him look tough, Yaku said he looked like an inmate which pleased Sasuke more than it should have.

But no longer was the funny, lovable idiot. He wasn't even a shell of himself now, all the joy had been ripped from him. Kazuha had been given the honours.

One of the shogunate soldiers shook their head, murmuring something intelligable to Tomo. In response the young man shook his head and glanced at his friend. He turned back to the soldier and continued arguing, his tone growing more and more heated. Kazuha leaned in.

"What do you mean he's dead, you said he was missing, he can't be both, he cant be!" Tomo was yelling angrily at the doushin, frantically gesturing his head towards Sasuke.

"Can't you see his state! His grandfather wouldn't go missing, he wouldn't  do that! we know him, we know him better than you, don't pretend! if something has happened to him you had better find out what! im not kidding i'll- i'll-" The soldiers tried calming him down. 

"Listen to me son I understand, really I do, but we just dont have enough evidence yet, the most we've had is a DNA match for  blood  near byakko plain. There hasnt been other traces of him found yet but we have detectives working round the clock, we will try our best to find Mr Hamasaki" The older detective said gently.

Tomo stared at him helpless and the detective softened. He placed a hand on Tomo's shoulder, feeling the younger boy trembling. "Listen, it sounds bad but...we get cases like this all the time, its common with older folks see? Their age catches up and they might get lost or have a little fall, they'll usually be found okay. There now son, be strong for your friend" the detective patted Tomo on the shoulder, casting a sympathetic look towards Sasuke.

Kazuha found it to be a rather sore sight. Sasuke crumpled against Yaku's chest, the shorter boy looking away and furiously blinking back tears whilst holding him, rubbing his back. Tomo was still shaking uncontrollably and when he next spoke it was in a whisper.

"He was like our grandpa..." 

The detective lowered his head and turned away, his eyes glassy and expression stiff. "We'll try out best son, hang in there" He signalled  to the younger officer who had been watching the scene with wide, frightened eyes. "Kento, check in with your superiors at the crime scene and report back." the younger man hesitated at the edge in the older detectives voice before rushing off.

Kazuha watched until the detectives had left. He sat silently, wondering.

He was meant to feel guilt, sadness, self hatred. He knew this. Sasuke's grandad had treated Kazuha like family, he should be just as upset as his friends, if not worse considering he knew what had happened. He should be looking at his friends, who would go to the ends of the earth for him, and feeling guilt at their suffering.

But instead... he felt excited.

His first kill...

He hadn't  meant it, but it felt...right. He should be feeling like a monster, but instead he felt like a God.

What was the difference  between the two anyway? 

Sasuke's gasping sobs reached his ears and instead of feeling his heart twist he felt it soar. Finally, he felt satisfaction.

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Kazuha pulled himself from his thoughts, he picked at a dandelion. The brothers were gone and this plan had gotten all the more complicated. He scowled once more, he never ran from a challenge, sure. That didn't  mean he had to like it. He was so close to taking Diluc out. Just hearing the name pissed Kazuha off. He had heard about the "legendary" business man  and he had wanted to get a look. After all, wiping out some of the most powerful figures in Liyue and Inazuma was an accomplishment, why not get the same for Mondstadt?

Well, Inazuma hadnt been too impressive..it was more..personal.

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Kazuha knocked on the door. It swung open immediately and he was greeted by a disheveled , frantic , Tomo 'Did you find-' he began, before realising it was Kazuha who was at the door and not the shogunate. '...oh, Kazuha..Kazuha! it's terrible Kazuha..I couldnt come find you to tell you..Kazuha.." Tomo shook him, his face drawn and pale.

Kazuha followed him inside, feigning shock when he saw his two other friends, Sasuke and Yaku. Sasukes face was ghostly white, contrasting to his red rimmed eyes and nose, he looked as if he hadn't  slept in weeks. Yaku had a permanent, secure arm around him, as if he was afraid to let him go. He glanced up and his shoulders sagged at the sight of Kazuha. "Zuha..have you heard..?" Yaku's voice was barely above a whisper. Tomo placed a hand on Kazuha's shoulder, more to steady himself. He broke the news about Grandpa Genji to Kazuha, stumbling over his words and pausing constantly. Kazuha listened with fake growing horror as he feigned shock, confusion, anger, misery and innocence.

The worst part was, that he thought he could get away. Kazuha thought they would never know, they would never suspect him. There was no evidence, nothing tying him to the case. 

But! the world works in mysterious ways. Kazuha fancied himself to be a re enactment of his favourite light novel now, so why not write one himself? after all the best writing comes from experience.  (DISCLAIMER FROM AUTHOR: not that I would know anything about writing from experience..)

and so he wrote, in detail, of the horrific murder he had committed. Perhaps this would be published? perhaps it would even become famous, Kazuha imagined a version of him pouring over his book the same way he had poured over the cannibal one, the one that had given him inspiration. His pen flew over the paper and the pages rustled as anemo swirled around him. He was so excited even his vision was acting up. If someone had walked in on Kazuha now they would have been mesmerised. He wrote quickly, his hair and clothes swaying in the wind and the element of anemone swirled around him. Maple leaves and wind swirls surrounded him in a beautiful flurry as he sat with a blissful smile on his face. Any bystander would assume whatever he was writing was beautiful, perhaps a poem? or a recollection of memories with his friends? his group of friends was well known and liked after all, or perhaps a letter to a lover filled with sweet nothings, compliments and promises? 

Never would anyone assume Kazuha was reliving the murder he had commited...