“Kazuha,” Scaramouche groaned as he stretched his limbs that were getting stiff from the cold. The sunlight beaming from the little creaks of the blinds. He groggily reached for his phone to check the time. 7:00 AM. Scaramouche lets out a yawn, “Don’t you have classes at 9?” He turned his back towards the man beside him, pulling the blanket from him.
“Mhmm…”
“Time to get up then…” Scara reminded him before dozing off again, but an arm pulled him from the edge of the bed, spooning him. “Don’t wanna…”
Platinum strands of hair start to tickle his neck, “You gotta.” Scara’s voice was husky and a little commanding for his state, but yes, he also doesn’t want him to go yet. He placed his hand over Kazuha’s, who’s already wrapped around him. “Breakfast first.” Kazuha whispered breathily against his ear.
Scara wasn’t given a chance to respond as Kazuha planted a trail of soft kisses from his ear, to his cheek, going to his neck. He felt Kazuha smile when he found a dark bruise on his neck. “Pretty mark you got here.” Kazuha teased, licking his already bruised neck. “I wonder who gave it.” He gently bit him before sucking his skin, giving Scara another bruise.
“An idiot did.” Scara huffed as hotness started to envelope him under the sheets. His body jerked as he felt a hand brushing his thighs. “Did you like it when that idiot gave it to you?” Kazuha palmed his growing erection, stopping his mouth from sucking his neck to whisper to his ear. Scara let out a small moan, his cock still sensitive from the marathon they had yesterday and archons know where Kazuha is getting his energy at this hour.
The moment they got to the door of his penthouse, Kazuha never let mouth off him. They started in the halls, then his couch, to the countertop, then the shower, until they reached his bed. Not that he didn’t like it, in fact he needed it. University has been an ass recently and this is the best release he could think of. Kazuha and sex. The perfect combination.
“Scara.” Kazuha pulled him back to his senses, his hand stopping. “Answer, love.” Scara can feel his vermillion eyes piercing right at him. “Don’t stop now, you fucking idiot.” He groaned, moving his hips to reclaim the friction he lost.
“Mmmm…” A smirk flashed on Kazuha’s face. He pulled Scara under him, his arms now carrying his torso as he hovered over Scara. “Very feisty at this early hour. So long as you behave, I’ll give you what you want. Understood?”
Scara nodded, his mouth ajar and his eyes locked on Kazuha’s mouth begging him to kiss him already. Kazuha crashed his lips onto his, giving Scara what he wanted. Melting onto Kazuha’s mouth, Scara wrapped his arms around Kazuha, trying to pull him closer.
“Calm down.” Kazuha whispered in between their kisses. His hand reaches down to Scara’s cock that’s already started to leak precum. “It’s not good to waste a meal, no?” Kazuha lowered his body closer to his crotch to lick his tip. Scara adjusted, leaning his back against the headboard and his hand gripping Kazuha’s hair.
“S-stop. Teasing me…” Scara twitched, staring at Kazuha who’s rubbing his cock against his cheek, staring playfully at him. “Only if you say it.” Kazuha teased him again, licking his cock from the base to its tip, his eyes not leaving Scara.
“K-Kazuha…” He quivered. His body is too hot and his mind is starting to blur. If only this prick could just get straight to the point. Scara can feel Kazuha’s tongue, hot and wet all over his cock. His fingers gripping his hair tighter, trying to push his head down on him, but Kazuha simply won’t budge.
“No no… That’s not the magic word.” Kazuha pressed his tip and Scara was already on the edge of cumming and snapping at him. “Please. Please. Kazuha. F-fuck-” Just as he begged, Kazuha swallowed him whole making Scara roll his eyes back.
The lewd noises coming from Scara echo across the room. Kazuha’s free hand starts to stroke himself, chasing his orgasm with Scara. Bobbing his head, his eyes watching an already drooling Scara making a mess. “K-Kazu- Close! C-close… Please…”
“A little more, love…” Kazuha panted as he took a gasp of air. He stopped jerking himself and hovered over Scara’s belly, his knees on the bed. “Suck.” He commanded Scara firmly to which the latter did so. Kazuha’s hand kept stroking Scara’s cock while he fucks his mouth.
“Fuck… Nnh.. Very good… Just for me.” Kazuha praised him, his tip reaching the end of his throat. “Hhn… No gag reflex today? Good…” He shoved himself deeper, making Scara wince. “I’m close, baby… I bet you are too… We’ll do it together…” He quickened his pace on Scara’s cock and soon after, they both came on each other good.
Kazuha pulled out from his mouth, some of his cum dripping from Scara’s mouth as the latter gasps for air, completely dazed from his orgasm. He brought his hand coated with Scara’s cum to lick it as well as his cum dripping from Scara’s mouth, and finally sharing it with Scara.
Kazuha stepped out from the shower, wearing a plain collar shirt with a knitted cardigan that’s decorated with his signature red maple leaves. “Still sore?” He walked to Scara’s side of the bed and sat beside him, drying his damp hair. “Sorry. Can’t help myself.” He joked before planting a kiss on his forehead.
To Scara, Kazuha is someone more than a friend, but not more than a lover. At least for now. It was beneficial, until Kazuha blurted out that they take it seriously this time. Scara didn’t bother. He likes Kazuha anyway and as someone who doesn’t enjoy company much, having Kazuha with him brings comfort and that’s something.
“Say, you free this Friday night?” Kazuha resumed drying his hair. “I think so. Got plans?” Scara, still naked, stretched his limbs, finally getting up from bed. “Yep. Just to seal the deal.” He laughed. “You do know that you’re already asking me out now, right?” Scara cracked his neck before giving Kazuha an annoyed look.
He nearly forgot. Kazuha is a romantic type. Turns everything he sees into an artistic poem. May that thing be a plain sight, Kazuha can turn it into an image of beauty. Of course he’ll want their title to reek of beauty and majesty.
“I do think it’s only a matter of time. Besides, it’s part of how memorable it’ll be.” He tied his hair sideways and smiled at him. “Then I’ll fetch you here this Friday night.” He took his hand and gently kissed his knuckles. “I’m off~” And before Scara can speak, Kazuha is out the door, leaving Scara alone in his penthouse, smiling to himself.
Everything’s normal and going well for him. Except, not everything is exactly normal when it involves Scaramouche. His phone started to buzz and when he picked it up, a name that he hadn't seen in months appeared.
“Shogun.” He answered his phone.
“I hope you’ve been well, brother.” Her voice is still monotone like always. “About tonight. I trust that you’ll be there. Mother specifically asked me to call you now if you’ll be present at dinner.”
“Yeah yeah. Miko’s been pestering me ever since. Archons.” Scaramouche clicked his tongue.
“You know Yae Miko. That’s how she always works. Then I’ll see you tonight, Kunikuzushi.”
“Yeah.” He hung up soon after. Kunikuzuhi, the name he hides from everyone. His real name that tried to cast away, but one can’t simply run away from their bloodline and family matters can they?
The biggest and strongest mafia in Inazuma. The Raiden family, led by Ei and her two children. Shogun and him. His elder sister would soon attain Ei’s title as the mafia head and Kunikuzushi would be there to support her. At least that’s how it should be.
Kunikuzushi was once a rotten child who yearned for power and would often cross with his sister to prove that he can lead the family instead. However, unfortunate events tend to appear when you’re part of the underworld. Especially if you carry the name of the Raiden.
After that, Kunikuzushi didn’t fight for that title anymore and instead wanted to live a mundane life of his own. No mafias. No family titles. Just an average life of an average person. He created a different name, Scaramouche, as his name to cover his background and his mother supported him as long as he keeps in touch.
Scara sighed, wishing tonight’s dinner would end eventually. He didn’t actually resent his family. But that doesn’t mean he takes pleasure in listening to dull conversations like undercity economics and strategies.
His phone buzzed again. His sister sent him a text message.
‘Mother also insisted you reach the venue with your guard.’
That’s another thing. Although Ei did give him his space, she thought he’d still need a personal bodyguard. He may have technically severed his ties as being a mafia, his name in the undercity is still important. Which means other organizations can still get his head for trivial issues.
Yae Miko, his mother’s wife, gave Kunikuzushi his information. Codename: Momiji. Kunikuzushi still has his number, but he never really needed his help with anything and so his contact number is just rotting at the back of his notes.
“I don’t need babysitting just to get to a place for fuck’s sake.” He tossed his phone back on the bed and went in the shower to prepare for the day.
“Meet Leo, the player with the 7 of diamonds. He’s part of High Card. “Never No Dollars”. This power exchanges nearby cash for something of equivalent value.”
lost all my ability to be normal about kazuscara when kazuha's last quest ended with him forgiving the "kunikuzushi" he read about in his great-grandfather's letter and expressing desire to hear his side of the truth, and then now, in the most recent archon quest, we have scaramouche lowkey expressing a desire to be stabbed in the heart and killed by a descendant of a raiden gokkaden clan.
it's all so juicy and fruity. puzzle pieces falling into place. i wanna burst into tears. god. i am barely hanging onto my last shred of self-preservation. mihoyo, i need them to meet.
Coming to Tumblr to cry about KazuScara because Tumblr allows me to post six pictures together, and because I won't accept the possibility of them not interacting in the future.
do you really think that kazuha’s story quest being about the whole “i’d rather see him recognise and atone for his mistakes that see him punished for them” was a coincidence? or how we were helping kazuha put together bits and pieces about his ancestry? or how scara spared kazuha's relative during the fall of the raiden gokaden upon noticing kaedehara yoshinori’s appearance and his connection to the niwa clan? the very clan katsuragi was from. katsuragi whom scara called: my family… my friend.
kazuha wouldn’t hate scaramouche because accepting the past and moving on is such an important part of his character. in his story quest he says: "but to make this arduous journey, you committed countless atrocities, and showed a blatant disregard for human life. even if you were to sever that divine light, is this truly the outcome your maker would have desired? […] this person (blade) has committed unforgivable atrocities but only because it lost its original master. no one was there to correct its errors when it was losing its way." tell me this could not easily be applied to scara. kazuha has demonstrated this incredible capacity for forgiveness countless time. (for example: his voice line about raiden; “do i simply resent the raiden shogun because of what happened in that duel? […] i’ve thought about this a good long time, and i believe the answer is no.” and later on he only talks about his “dissatisfaction” with her. he never uses the word hate.)
when kazuha found out what happened during the fall of the raiden gokaden he said: “knowing the truth behind what happened is enough for me, […] that being said, if the enemy from all those years ago is still lurking and plotting to stir up more trouble, then i definitely won’t turn a blind eye.” — while he put what happened in the past behind him, if kunikuzushi/scara were to pose a threat in the present kazuha would act because he believes that: “what’s most important for each person is not the past, but the present.”
look i completely understand that some people just don’t enjoy the ship and that is totally understandable but saying kazuha would hate scara is just not true to his character.
Kazuha: We dream of summertime in the winter. We yearn for winter in the summer. What fatal flaw have the gods injected into the human psyche? Why must we always strive for the things furthest from us?
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