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This is the official blog of Katsurou Mikazuki, the Super High School Level Songwriter. Affiliated with Regal Despair. Status: [Alive]

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✧ end of an overlord ✧

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Katsurou wouldn’t have been as concerned as he was, if it weren’t for the fact that the pink-haired boy he’d run into was nowhere near what he usually acted like. The silence was palpable, thick and eerie. What the hell had finally broken him? He didn’t really want to know. He just wanted to make sure the guy was as close to okay as possible.

“Kohaku? Are you alright?”

It was a dumb question, he knew that. He can’t imagine the other boy responding with anything within the vicinity of an affirmative. But maybe, just maybe, he could help out or do anything to cheer him up. He didn’t like seeing people vulnerable like this. It was in his nature to want people to be happy.

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✧ Half-Blackened ✧ CLOSED

Kohaku woke up screaming. He was not sure how long he had been in this cell, slumped against the back wall with gauze wrapped sloppily around his head. The smell of blood and antiseptic was thick in the air—the blood was on his face, his hand, his clothes. Both arms hung limp at his sides and hurt to move, but the feeling was a dull ache compared to the agony tearing through his head. His scream withered into whimpering.  

“Eye … my … the All-Ending …”  Shakily, Kohaku reached up and worried at the bandages that covered half his face. The blood that had soaked through had already dried. 

Even in his delirious state, he knew he had to leave this place. Almost robotically, Kohaku got to his feet and approached the prison bars. A small push from his body proved that they would not budge, but he tried a second time, and then a third.

Kohaku von Korona could not be caged. That was who he was, he reminded himself—an almighty being. Those words ran through his mind, drowning out ay other thought.  When the footsteps came, Kohaku did not hear them. With his gloved hand shaking and outstretched towards the prison door, he continued to cry out the same familiar words. 

“MANUS MORTIS! … MANUS MORTIS! … MANUS MORTIS!”

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Alistair had grown bored of being in his room and decided to walk towards the library, maybe it had comics or something. On his way, he spotted something shiny on the floor.

“…..Why are…..these all the way out here….?…” Alistair picked up the shiny object and headed towards the prison area, set on returning the keys. Nearing the destination, he heard some familiar words and recognized who was saying them. “….What did….he do this time….?….” 

He was not expecting to see such bad looking injuries. “…..Oh dear god….what the hell happened…!?….” Kohaku looked horrible, the smell of blood lingered in the air and….was one of his eyes gone?! Alistair unlocked the cell. “…..Okay….I’m taking you to the infirmary….” How exactly? dragging him didn’t seem like a good idea.

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The last thing Katsurou had expected to stumble upon was Alistair and a badly-injured Kohaku standing in a cell. He was at a total loss for words. He didn’t know what had happened but there was something important on his mind. Someone was injured.

“Alistair? Kohaku? W... What the hell is going on?”

Well said, Katsurou. He entered the cell, trying to survey the damage that had been done to Kohaku. This definitely didn’t look good. For christs sake, the kid was missing an eye! He fought the urge to run to Kohaku and try to keep him steady. After all, if he was conscious enough to stand, he was conscious enough to try and fend Katsurou off.

Just how were he and Alistair supposed to handle this situation?

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✧ Fortune Favours ✧ OPEN

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Kohaku’s expression settled into a dry smirk when Katsurou appeared from the other end of the hall. 

“Heh. When our paths diverge, you will find that yours is very short. That is your fate, servant.” He put a gloved palm in the air, shifting his head to peer at the lyricist with his one visible eye. “I will obliterate this planet—your role is in the dust I leave behind.”  This vicious speech of his could only be the aftermath of his earlier outburst. There was malice in his eyes as he grinned at the taller boy. 

“You have not forgotten, have you? Your contract …” Kohaku folded his arms, standing as tall as his height allowed him. “Perhaps you are here because you sensed it—I have an order for you.”  A dangerous air had gathered around him, more hostile than days before. He turned his back to Katsurou.  “Follow me.” 

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“Heh, my memories of time ago is the opposite of dull. I am bound to you, to serve and do your bidding. I needn’t extrapolate more, for you know this as well as I do.”

Katsurou...sure was playing along! It seemed that he didn’t even care anymore. Why give a damn when playing along could get him exactly where he wished to be? Even if it required a little nudge. Perhaps a lot more than just a nudge. What the hell was he doing with his life.

Needless to say, he followed wordlessly, waiting until the pink-haired guy had turned away before he broke into a toothy grin. Just what are you planning, Strawberry?

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House Of Memories | Katsurou | Chpt. 3 | Open

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Alistair calmed down a bit, he was still worried about the motive but a distraction would be good. A slumber party?

“…..No…. but my sister has…. I was never allowed to join because… girls only…. bleh….” He stuck his tongue out to mock her, she’s too far away to even see that Alistair. “….What exactly happens at slumber parties anyway…?….” He was curious, it sounded fun. “…..Can Peppermint join as well….?….” He held up the parrot plushie.

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“We’ll just have to fix that then!”

A slumber party between the best of bros? Hell yeah, perfect way to get things off your mind. He listened as Alistair posed him two question, before responding.

“Usually it’s where friends get together and just do random things together to pass the time. For example, I could show you how I write songs and let you flip through my song book, maybe even work with you to write you your own little song. We’ve got a recording studio, won’t be that hard.”

Oh jeez, he was going full dork on this.

“Yeah, dude, of course Peppermint is allowed.”

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✧ Fortune Favours ✧ OPEN

Somehow, the earth children had lost their ability to hear Kohaku’s words. For days, he would say something to one of them in passing only to go unnoticed. Was it possible that they were growing weaker as a species? He pondered this in the back of his mind as he explored the newly opened third floor. The self-proclaimed overlord had made himself scarce in between explorations, keeping to his bedroom until the ursa beast appeared again with a new announcement. 

“Aah, what fine bait,” he laughed openly. “School festivals? The beach? All so finely tailored to you mortal creatures but comically useless to me.” He regarded those around him with a sharp, callous smile. “Missing memories … ?” He scoffed. “Your lives grow more tragic by the minute. Just how much will the ursa beast steal from you before there is nothing left? As always … give me a good show.” 

He began to walk away, his cape billowing behind him. Indeed, Kohaku von Korona had memories that spanned centuries, all of which were in pristine condition. So many would-be heroes felled, so many galaxies decimated and gods imprisoned. His arrival as the harbinger of this earth’s end was only a short time before the demon ursa’s killing game, and before that … Before that, he … 

“—!” Kohaku flinched as a stinging, white-hot pain shot through his head. The same pain throbbed at his temples, and his hands flew up to grip desperately at his skull.  “This … th-this is …” Kohaku stood with his back to the others, doubled over in silence until a grin twisted his expression. 

“The All-Ending Eye!” Breaking into a stream of uneven laughter, he held a tensed hand over his mask and turned to face all of the students still gathered in the courtyard.  “Make peace with your regrets,” he called out, sweeping a hand dramatically through the air. “This may be your final hour.”  With no further explanation, Kohaku turned and left the courtyard. ✧   ✧   ✧ Later that evening, Kohaku stood in the hallway of the newly opened floor, to the right of the stairs. He waited with his arms folded, attuned to the sound of approaching footsteps. With a slow smile, Kohaku watched the end of the hallway—whoever this person was, he would wait to see their face before addressing them.

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Katsurou hadn’t fully explored the new floor yet. He had to admit, he was rather curious about some of the areas he’d heard of. A wardrobe? Perhaps he’d switch it up, wear something new for a change. The lyricist, upon returning his attention to the hallway, saw a familiar face.

Kohaku. The one boy whom he’d been caring for while he was healing. He could put on a facade all he wanted, but the pair of them both knew that Katsurou acted as a caretaker until the “Overlord” was healed enough to leave the infirmary.

“Ah, it would seems our fates intertwine yet again.”

Katsurou felt like this type of speech got through to Kohaku best.

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House Of Memories | Katsurou | Chpt. 3 | Open

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Alistair blinked at Katsu’s sudden change in mood, he didn’t expect that. “….I wanted to talk….I’m worried about the motive….who knows how much we lost….are old are we…?….”

Alistair was afraid and couldn’t hide that fact no matter how much he wanted to. “…..It’ll end up the same as always…. someone is going to die…” He thought back to the agreement with Kouta but he found little reason to show positiveness at this point.

He held onto Katsu’s sleeve. “….I don’t want to see you fall victim to this place…”

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Katsurou gently let his hand fall onto his friend’s shoulder. He’d been trying not to think about the motive and what it could mean, but he was plently willing to actually confront that for someone as close to him as Alistair was.

“I can’t exactly pretend that I didn’t hear the motive like I’d hoped I could. I didn’t really wanna think about it.”

He stood up from his chair.

“Uh, I think maybe it’s good to have a distraction, y’know, to take our minds off of it.”

The lyricist was putting some serious thought into it. He didn’t want to exactly half-ass this thought. He wanted to see his friend happy, and also keep an eye on him. The last thing he wanted was for Alistair to fall victim. His eyes lit up as he thought of something.

“Ever had a slumber party before?”

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Alistair removes the smiling pin from his hat and attaches it to Katsu's shirt

Katsurou blinks a little in surprise, before he decides to return the gesture by removing one of his bracelets--the one with a thirty-second note pendant hanging from it--and placing it upon Alistair’s wrist. The lyricist flashes him a grin, lightly patting his shoulder.

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House Of Memories | Katsurou | Chpt. 3 | Open

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Alistair wandered around the hallways, hugging the bird plushie, the motive seemed to have caused panic among the remaining students. After a while, he ended up in the library. He wasn’t too fond about reading, but he could try building a fort out of books? 

Nah.

It would just look weird as hell, instead of that, Alistair wandered around the many shelves of books and spotted Katsu. He could talk to him about the situation? but he looked busy…. Alistair walked over unnoticed and tugged on Katsu’s shirt sleeve once.

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No matter how much he tried to focus, it was just no good. Katsurou, despite having plenty of material to work from, just had too many things going on upstairs to be able to bust out a song in his usual speed. Pulling him from his muddled thoughts was the tug on his sleeve.

“Hm?”

Katsurou’s neutral stare immediately brightened when he saw who had tugged on his shirt. His usual goofy grin plastered onto his features.

“Oh, hey Alistair. Wha’s up?”

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House Of Memories | Katsurou | Chpt. 3 | Open

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Otoya was oddly relieved by the motive. Why the heck would someone kill for a single memory? Even a nice one? Killing to remove memories, that might make some sense, but this?

Okay, someone was still going to die at some point, but… maybe it wasn’t quite as bad this round?

At any rate, it took him surprisingly little time this motive drop to leave the safety of his locked room. He still had some books to read, after all. Maybe he could figure this out…

But, of course, the library wasn’t empty this time.

“…”

Maybe he could sneak to his book pile without being noticed? M-maybe he should just come back another time…

As it was, he hovered awkwardly by the doorway, casting glances all around to see if he would be spotted.

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His focus on the book wasn’t as deep as he’d like it to be. He’d love to be so focused that lyrics flowed from his pen just as easily as he drew breath. However, this wasn’t one of those days. Katsurou was currently only getting a line per few minutes. If he was lucky.

Every now and then, as he tried to collect the words floating restlessly through his head, he would glance around the room. Usually all he’d see is the bookshelves, but this time he saw a familiar face, albeit more disheveled than the previous time they’d interacted.

“Oh, hey Otoya.”

With that, his attention was back down onto the songbook. Seems like he wasn’t much for being social right now.

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House Of Memories | Katsurou | Chpt. 3 | Open

A sense of dread washed over Katsurou after hearing that. They all had their memories stolen? He was suddenly rushed with questions, wondering just what he could have possibly had taken from him. How many memories of his were missing? Just what kind of stuff was gone from his head?

Katsurou shook his head, turning and leaving the courtyard. He eventually found his way to the library. It was a nice place where he could clear his mind from all that troubled him. Such as the thought of memories having been stolen and the fact that someone will probably kill over this.

“What options do I have to pass the time...?”

Wait a minute. Duh, you dork. Katsurou managed to forget he always carried his songbook around. Might as well use it, he’s got plenty of emotion to get out.

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Mad World | Katsurou | Chpt. 3 | Open

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     Kouta walked into the relaxation room, not entirely sure what he would find, but curiosity had certainly gotten the best of him, when he heard a strange melody blasting through the air. The vocals were impressive, but the song was… horrible.

     “My, my… that is a bit pessimistic, don’t you think?” He said with a slight laugh, going to sit near the boy with whom he’d never previously spoken. “Though… the tune sounds familiar…? An ‘internet meme’, I think is what you’d call it…?” He wasn’t too well informed on social media, but that didn’t mean he knew nothing.

     “Forgive me, how rude it is to be saying all this without a proper introduction. Tsukino Kouta, and you are Katsurou-kun? Pleasure to finally meet you!” He said, extending a hand. 

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And just like that, he yelped a bit, pulled from his intense focus. Once he’d gotten over the initial surprise of having been walked in on, he gave a light and airy laugh.

“It is, no? Although I sometimes enjoy the somber songs such as that. I find it fascinating how songs can bring out such raw emotion in an average of 3 minutes. It’s one reason I pursued my career as a lyricist.”

He reached out and shook that hand warmly, always ready to meet a new friend.

“Good to finally meet you too, Tsukino-kun!”

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Mad World | Katsurou | Chpt. 3 | Open

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The second trial had certainly ended in a gruesome way, Alistair kept his emotions from the aftermath to himself like always. “….Wonder the the new floor has….” he wanted to sleep but at the same time he wanted to explore.

He wandered into the first room he saw, at least he tried, he walked into the wall first. “…..” it had a really relaxing feel to it, his attention turned to the waterfall in the room. He noticed Katsu sitting in one of the chairs, it seemed like he wanted to be alone.

Alistair walked over to it and examined it up close, it even had little fish swimming around, he reached his hand into the water, attempting to pet one, taking another step closer, he fell into the water.

Nice one.

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Katsurou was jerked back to reality as he heard the splash, blinking a bit before turning his eyes to the water. He pushed himself to his feet and walked over to where Alistair had fallen, hauling him out of the water and back onto the ground. He stared down at the bird trainer.

“How’d you manage to fall in, man?”

He grinned down at the soaking wet Alistair.

“Nah, nevermind, doesn’t matter. Need me to go get you a towel or somethin’?”

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Mad World | Katsurou | Chpt. 3 | Open

There were no words, no tears, nothing. Katsurou was silent. It appeared like it would be this way after every murder now. Just a shell of a recovering teenage boy, trying to find reason in his days. But in this situation, reason was hard to come by, a harsh reality to face when all he wanted was all he could not have. And right now, all that he could not have was his freedom, condemned to walk the halls with the threat of death looming over all of their heads.

The relaxation room was where he was found lying down. His eyes were trained on the ceiling. The wound had healed enough to where he only needed a light bandage wrapping his hand rather than the intensely thick one he’d been wearing previously, but he had a pill bottle clenched in his right hand. A sign that it still pained him.

But he had sufficient distraction in the form of some of his favorite songs, the peacefulness of this room certainly helping a lot.

“..I find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.."

The haunting melody continued to flow from his lips, the songwriter unaware he had company.

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Die Young | Katsurou | Chpt. 2 Body Discovery | Open

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Mizuko shook her head,

“I just…. the bodies. I didn’t think anyone would kill again, let alone kill two people….”

She knew of course, that they could’ve been involved in a pact suicide, but considerin the bear wanted murder, Mizuko found it hard to believe he’d allow them to poison themselves so no one else would have to die..

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He sighed, glancing down at the floor, trying not to get lost in his thoughts.

“I didn’t either... Guess it was kinda naive of us to think like that.”

Staring at the bodies, he couldn’t help but wonder what happened. What had made someone poison them? Chi and Chen both seemed like respectable people, and they definitely didn’t deserve this fate. Why did things just have to go so wrong?

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Die Young | Katsurou | Chpt. 2 Body Discovery | Open

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Seigen raised his eyebrows and looked again at the songwriter’s hand. Here he had been assuming that something had fallen on it, or that maybe he was another victim of Korona’s, but the guy had done it to himself.

“Hope it helped, then,” he said. Though his eyes found Katsurou’s face, the image of the songwriter smashing a table with his hand wouldn’t leave his mind. As he laughed, he watched the other guy’s gaze find his stump.

“Turned out losing my fear meant losing my wits. Decided it’d be a great idea to kill the bear, but he blew up before I could land a punch,”  he explained, laughing another syllable. He looked down at his stump and strained to wiggle it a bit. “Shouldn'ta thrown my dominant fist, I guess.”

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Katsurou couldn’t help it. He snorted a bit in amusement at the statement regarding his breakdown. Lifting up his injured hand and giving it a glance over, he turned his laughing grin towards Seigen.

“I mean, I guess it helped, but I won’t be using Lefty here for a bit.”

His grin faded as Seigen began telling him about how he’d lost his arm. Katsurou frowned. God, the more he heard about that bear, the more he found himself hating it. He never thought he’d be able to say the thing he hated most was a damn plushie.

“Damn, dude. That’s rough.”

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Die Young | Katsurou | Chpt. 2 Body Discovery | Open

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Since she was already floored herself, Mizuko let out a squeak of surprise as Katsu similarly dropped onto his butt,

“K-Katsu-kun…..”

Mizuko looked like she was about to pass out in panic but with everything she’d seen Katsu go through, including losing the use of his hand, she felt the need to clarify that he was okay before she blacked out,

“A-Are you okay?….”

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He gave a weak chuckle as he recovered from the surprise. He hadn’t known Chen that well, but he thought he was on friendly terms with Chi. It wasn’t as bad a blow as the discovery of Kyo’s body, but it still delivered a pang of pain to him. He met Mizuko’s gaze for a moment, noticing that she looked far from okay as well.

“I’m about as fine as you can be after discovering two dead bodies. What about you? You don’t look so good right now.”

Which was perfectly understandable. Y’know, considering there were bodies just a few feet from them.

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Die Young | Katsurou | Chpt. 2 Body Discovery | Open

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Seigen looked upon the bodies with mixed feelings. On one hand, two classmates were dead and that would undoubtedly destabilize the rest. They had been coexisting in relative peace until now, but it looked like those times might be over. On the other hand—what other hand?—this act would free them of the fever that had wreaked more havoc than the deaths themselves.

A commotion caught his attention, and Seigen turned just in time to witness Katsurou land on his ass. The poor guy was a mess. Never mind the fall—he seemed thrown by the murders, and there was definitely something up with his hand. By the time he had made his way over, the songwriter had already found his feet.

“Least it’s not your lover this time, eh?” He nodded at the bodies, grin plastered over his face, then froze. Maybe that had been in poor taste. “Alright, bad joke. What’s up with your hand?”

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“I, uh... Kinda had a breakdown a few days ago and broke a table. And my hand with it. Notice how there’s one less table in here?”

Katsurou seemed to gloss right over Seigen’s rather distasteful joke. Now that his attention was on Seigen though, he did notice something worse than a broken hand. Namely, the lack of a fuckin’ right arm. That was enough to stop the songwriter’s thoughts in their tracks in order for the questions to come rolling in.

“What’d you do to your arm, man?”