Kazuma Misao

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The girl continued to cry into Kazuma’s chest, carelessly wiping her tears and snot all over her acquaintance’s jacket. The moment she felt a hand against the back of her head, she squeezed his waist tighter, allowing herself to cry even harder. 

She was pried off his body sooner than she’d like. What she expected was for him to tell her to stop and go away. However, Yuuna was slightly startled when Kazuma brought a delicate handkerchief to her eyes to wipe away her tears. That…was so polite. So gentlemanly! He was so sophisticated and fancy that she didn’t know what to think! She felt her face grow warm as she stared at his charming, enticing smirk. Just who was this guy?!

…

Kazuma Misao, according to him. Well, that answered her question. 

“Uh…I-I’m Yuuna Mikami. It’s nice to meet you, Misao-kun. It sucks that we had to meet under, uh…these circumstances, though.” she hiccuped with a quivering lip.

She took his hand, and shook it a little more softly than she normally would. 

“I’m sorry…I’m usually in a brighter mood.”

She sniffled once more and wiped her nose with her sleeve. 

“Oh, my dear! Don’t worry your little head one bit! You have every right to be upset. I found myself shedding a tear upon finding the body...”

Right.

Kazuma removed his hand quickly from hers, shoving it into his back pocket. He’d have to wash that as soon as he could. By the looks of her, she was snotting all over herself. Not cute... He could change that.

“We must be strong in trying times~” He tapped his cheek with the hand not occupying his back pocket, mocking thought.  “Hmmm~ Here’s an idea. Why don’t you and I do something to celebrate his memory? We won’t have to involve ourselves with all the investigating and carrying on if you feel uncomfortable. We can do something pleasant instead~”

Yes, let’s go spill more of that disgusting coffee on the ground. He would love that.

Kazuma almost offered his hand again, but knew that he didn’t want to risk getting it dirty as well. Instead, he motioned for her to follow him and smiled warmly in her direction. Just a bit more... This girl was making things too easy.

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Tatsuya Mikami was dead. Double Mikami was dead. Yuuna’s hopes of finding the Tuxedo Mask to her Sailor Moon were dead.

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Well, for now. Characters in manga were written and then brutally killed off all the time. Usually, to evoke some sort of initiative or action from the protagonist (which was her, of course). Perhaps, Tatsuya Mikami just wasn’t meant to be. At least, in that way. Maybe Tatsuya wasn’t as important to her story as she originally thought. She didn’t know him for very long, after all.

Yet still, this didn’t keep the poor girl from her miserable blubbering. Her friend was just murdered! She didn’t know she was in this kind of story! Yuuna stood by herself, behind the crowd of students pursuing their investigations, until she felt someone touch her shoulder. The girl didn’t flinch. She instead looked up at her new acquaintance with her teary, red eyes and a quivering lip.

“No, we haven’t…”

Have we met? Sometimes, that was some sort of corny line used to insinuate that they had, indeed met before. Who was this guy? He seemed nice, at least…Maybe she was supposed to meet whoever this was?

“I…really need a hug right now…I can’t believe this could happen to someone like Mikami-kun..!”

The girl stared at the student in silence for a few moments, and then, without any sort of permission from the stranger, put her arms around his waist and began to bawl into yet another expensive jacket.

Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting... Someone get this emotional wreck off of me this instant!

Kazuma was stiff for a moment as the girl cried into his jacket that was worth more than her life. He breathed out slowly, and placed a hand on the back of her head. Keep up the act, Kazuma. You want to reel this one in.

“There, there... I know, it’s hard. Mikami-san was such a strong man. I really looked up to him, ya know? That’s why we have to do right by him!”

I want to vomit.

Kazuma removed the girl from his body, and leaned down to meet her at eye level. He removed the handkerchief from his breast pocket, and dried her tears softly. This move worked all the time with those overemotional idol types. Idiots.

“Mikami-san would want you to be strong now more than ever! Don’t you think? So, let’s do our best together, hm? Ah, that’s right... My name is Kazuma Misao. Feel free to call me whatever you wish.”

Kami-sama.

He offered her his hand and smiled warmly in her direction.

“I’m here to help.”

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So Long, Frog Prince | Investigation | KazuMinaGyo

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“Mr. Misao! It’s so nice to see you here. I’d be happy to offer you my company.”

Minako instinctively held out her hand for him to take it, but drew back almost immediately. Surely neither of them needed to be holding hands during a murder investigation of all things. Besides, there was much she needed to do on her own. 

“Can you believe it? A real dead body! And I got to be one of the few who discovered it! This really is amazing, don’t you think?” 

As much as Minako wanted to take the time and relish in the grim excitement of the situation, it was imperative she got to work quickly. She got on her knees and looked over Tatsuya’s body. The file had said he died of ‘respiratory failure.’ Certainly not the most glamorous way to kill someone, but surely this was no accident. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the blood pooling from his mouth and coating his fingertips. At least there was some blood. 

Gyo liked to think himself the unfeeling strategist, but this one got to him. He stood at the top of the escalator, his hands on his hips and his eyes trained on the corpse.

The ramifications would not be small. The colony had lost a soldier of great value—and perhaps great company, though he had lost the chance to discover that firsthand. He wondered what Tatsuya’s favourite food was, or what sort of music he listened to. The thought prompted a tight frown. It was a poor choice of victim, but when every day had brought them closer to death there was no question that this was for the good of the colony.

The young scientist tapped a finger against his hip. Respiratory failure was what the file said. Certainly it couldn’t mean in the traditional sense. He grit his teeth. Respiratory failure…

“Kami-sama!” Gyo chirped, politely inclining his head. That he had been caught off guard was written all over on his face. When he noticed the small artisan at Kazuma’s side he repeated the gesture. This one had graciously admitted defeat last time they spoke—a move requiring both humility and maturity. Her presence was especially welcome. “Minako-san!”

“You two look to be in high spirits!” He linked his hands behind his back. “Which are you enjoying more: the fresh air or our decomposing classmate?”

Aha, two of his favorite people! That didn’t mean much, considering that he hated most of these pests, but at least with these two he wouldn’t be nearly as disgusted as he could be. 

He smiled down at Minako and patted her head softly. What a good little watch dog she was! She helped discover that disgusting thing... Kazuma wondered if she had a knack for sniffing out dead bodies, or perhaps her lust for death brought about these situations? 

“Yes, quite amazing! I am in awe of your luck, dear girl! Perhaps you can share a bit with me next time, hm?”

He turned his attention to Gyo and shrugged, attempting to hide his amusement at this mess, and utterly failing.

“A bit of both, perhaps. It’s a shame that my client was struck down, but I can’t ignore the thrill of the hunt. Investigating a murder could prove to be quite entertaining. I see why so many people watch those silly crime dramas.”

This is about revenge. I want proper payment from the little shit that did this.

“Hm...? What’s this?” 

Kazuma knelt down next to the bit of dark hair on the sidewalk and smirked. How interesting. It seems he has found something out of place. Hah! Perhaps he should have been a detective.

“Dearest companions, I believe we might find more if we venture out, don’t you? Perhaps this hair can be our starting point. It may lead somewhere exciting~”

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Kazuma wandered around aimlessly, thinking of what he could do to replace his fallen client. He was counting on getting something out of the boy, but now he was dead! He was no good to Kazuma dead! What an inconvenience. Well, while he investigated, he could always see if any of these other worthless idiots could be his new client...

Ugh, this is hopeless.

Or that’s what Kazuma thought... until he saw that poor tearful girl. A girl he hadn’t had the chance to speak to. A girl who undoubtably had that star potential that the producer sought after tirelessly. His prayers had been answered.

Kazuma silently approached the girl, who was obviously in morning... As if he cared. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and put on his most charming smile. Oh, happy day.

“My, my... Who’s this? Have we met before, dear girl?”

Fall into my trap, little girl.

“Ah, it must be hard knowing that our classmate met such a terrible end... I’m sure you don’t feel like meeting someone new! But please, if you need someone to comfort you, I am available~.”

Yes, offer a helping hand and all of that garbage. If she was like everyone else, she would easily be trapped by your impeccable charm! He offered her a hand, his eyes inviting her into his metaphorical embrace. Fake friendship was beautiful, wasn’t it?

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So Long, Frog Prince | Investigation | KazuMinaGyo

Kazuma skipped down the road like a giddy child on Christmas Day. Ah, he had truly been blessed! That announcement he had waited so long to hear had gone off... That means someone really decided to spice things up!

‘A body has been discovered!’

It was too good to be true. However, when Kazuma found himself at the scene, he was a bit more upset than he expected. He stopped in his tracks, looking down at the poor lifeless red head. Tatsuya... The frog prince... This couldn’t be! This meant that... It meant--!

“Tch... Who in the hell thought it was okay to off one of my clients? The least they could have done is given me a heads up! Can’t rely on anyone to do their job properly around here.” 

Kazuma squatted down next to the body, picked up his arm, and then let it fall back down to the ground like the rag doll he was. Yup. Dead. He rolled his eyes before standing back up and crossing his arms over his chest.

Couldn’t have picked the fake idol? Jesus, you just had to go and kill a client... Now I have to actually TRY and solve this.

Kazuma hiked back up the stairs, looking on the ground for anything suspicious. Jeez, he usually would have someone do this type of thing for him. Ah... there are plenty of idiots around. He could definitely find someone to do the hard work for him!

“Ah, dearest classmates! Would any kind soul like to accompany me on my investigation of our dearly departed friend’s murder~? I promise, it will be worth your while.”

As if.

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[Motive 1] Screeching Halt {Open}

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“Peasants?? Who the fuck says peasants anymore!? You sound like an old geezer! AND I’M NOT A DESPERATE LOSER!! Don’t say it’s alright and then word it like that, that doesn’t sound alright at all!!” He grumbled, always complaining. He wasn’t quite ready to swear to stop threatening him. Threats by now just come naturally, or at the very least they just slipped out. He knew it was unseemly, but what about Tatsuya wasn’t unseemly?

He watched as Kazuma did his small walk around him, having to switch his head halfway through to follow him. He was a little nervous about what he was examining him for. Kazuma always had a scheming look in his eye, it was hard to imagine what he could be thinking. It probably wasn’t anything good. His offer to help was as surprising as it was almost expected. Kazuma probably thought of him as some pitiful creature. …Okay, not probably, definitely.

Tatsuya was very ready to throw Kazuma’s offer back in his face. If this guy wants to help him, he’ll just have to deal with him more. But.. he also wants to punch himself for being just a bit curious how a jerk like this could help anyone. He’s a Hope’s Peak student after all, if he sucked at his job he wouldn’t be going there. …And it’s not like people have really tried to help him before. …He glared down at Kazuma’s hand… before begrudgingly throwing his hand onto it. Due to his horrible manners, he forgot you’re supposed to shake hands, so he just.. put it there.

“Whatever. You look set in your ways, so even if I told you to fuck off, I doubt you’d actually leave me alone.” He scratches his head, looking a bit uneasy. “Just.. don’t do the thing where I have to talk about stuff. I’m not much for talking!” He doubts anyone can really help him at this point.. but as much as he hates getting the help of this guy, he’ll almost take what he can get.

The feeling of Tatsuya’s hand in his own fueled him with an excitement that was difficult to describe. The thrill of a new deal... It was almost too much to handle. He quickly closed his fingers around Tatsuya’s hand, and placed his other hand on the backside in order to assure he couldn’t escape from this. His smile was wide, and his eyes flared with a  mixture of excitement and ill intent. What else was new? 

“Glorious. Welcome under my wing, dear boy. As my client, there’s no way we can’t succeed in making you a decent human being... If that even exists.”

He released the poor boy’s hand, and patted Tatsuya hard on the shoulder. Having a new pet to play with was going to be fun, and this was his first that was bound within a verbal contract in this place! Ah, the joys of business. Speaking of business, might as well get right to it.

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“Alright, Frog Prince, we have a lot of work to do. Look at you. You’re a mess.”

Kazuma shrugged and shook his head disapprovingly. First thing’s first: Image. Tatsuya’s image was all off! Too casual, too rough. If he wanted to do well with women, he had to be a bit more mysterious and cool in his appearance and mannerisms. Huh? You’re saying that his personality should be enough and his looks don’t matter? Ahahaha... Ahahahaha! That was a good one. Leave this to the expert.

 “Hmph. Well, come along. We can visit my quarters and see if I have any extra clothes you can wear. I would hate to ruin my quality threads, but it simply must be done! I’ll make you someone that is worthy of them by the end of this anyway... Let our first lesson begin.”

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Spotlight | Motive 1 - OPEN

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“Hmm…w-well, there a lot of choice words I can think of d-describing you, if you want to know the truth…it’s like any art work. Saying anything p-positive would just boost your l-lousy ego, so it’s only fitting to use words you deserve…you have a l-long way to go before I consider you even c-close to godhood, Misao-kun…”

Tsukasa’s resentment for Kazuma crept through his tone again, with an edge of condescension added to it. The producer had a fairly short attention span, didn’t he? It reminded Tsukasa of a bratty child whining for entertainment in a public place. What those types deserved was a good slap across the face, and Tsukasa doubted anyone had done that to Kazuma in his life. That was probably why he had this sort of image of himself. 

Fiddling with his wrist a bit, Tsukasa gave a crooked smile at Kazuma’s exasperated expression. While seeing him with an expression that wasn’t smug self-satisfaction was nice, Tsukasa wanted more. It wasn’t likely this conversation was going to get him the face he wanted to see etched on the producer. He’d have to wait for that one. When he began to speak again, Tsukasa began to step closer and closer to Kazuma, closing some distance between them.

“Ha…who’s to say, wh-what with our situation? Besides, this whole situation c-could turn out to be…art in motion…you included. What could be b-better, a delusional man with a taste for blood d-dragged down by his own hubris…or a prideful man who g-gives in to his baser instincts like a filthy animal…! I’ll probably m-make a suitable work to commemorate your fall…y-you’d best provide me some good material, Misao-kun.”

With a soft uncomfortable smile still on his face, Tsukasa stepped past Misao and back towards the hotel, as if to leave him with that last thought to chew on. His head was swimming as he did, and he wasn’t sure whether he was shaking out of rage or exhilaration. Still, if he didn’t die, he’d have some artistic material to draw from afterwards.

Kazuma turned to watch the disturbed painter go on his way, thinking briefly about what he had left him with. What kind of pretentious artist bullshit was that? Did he not realize that he was lower on the food chain than Kazuma would ever be? He had a lot of nerve thinking Kazuma was going to die before him. Hah. What a joke.

“I won’t let myself die before he does, even if I have to kill him myself.”

Kazuma spoke in a hushed tone to himself before adjusting his tie and regaining his composure. It was such a shame to see such a talented young boy be so misguided. Not to worry. Proof of Kazuma’s godhood would come sooner than he thinks. Kazuma rose his voice to give the painter a final farewell.

“Do be careful, dear boy~! It would be such a shame if you weren’t able to create a masterpiece of yours truly. I think it’ll be the start of your Golden Age, and I’ll be alive and well to see it, don’t you fret~”

He bowed mockingly, and turned in the other direction to find someone else to antagonize. Perhaps, if Kazuma was lucky, one of these other idiots would off the painter and save him a lot of time and effort! Oh, what a day that would be.

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Spotlight | Motive 1 - OPEN

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For someone so shady, Kazuma was transparent as a fresh puddle. Had he not just elevated Gyo to near-equal in intellect? The myrmecologist was beginning to wonder if he should be offended by the comparison.

“And give you the chance to blackmail me before I lose? Kami-sama…” Gyo laid a hand on his friend’s shoulder, and when he spoke it was drenched in pity. “How stupid do you think I am?” He let his hand slide off Kazuma’s shoulder. Once it was back at his side, he had to fight to keep from wiping it off.

“I’d rather take my chances with your word.” A smirk played across his face, and he planted his hands on his hips. “But it’s sorely tempting, I’ll give you that. One can’t help but wonder at the sorts of shameful capers you high society types get up to.”

“Hm... You’re certainly not as dumb as the other idiots running around here. I’m surprised you caught that. I suppose I shouldn’t be, hm? Ah, and watch your tone in the presence of someone such as myself.”

Kazuma shrugged his shoulders, smiling all the while. Bug boy thinks he can pity him? Annoying. The fact that this little twerp thinks he has some sort of edge on The Kazuma Misao was embarrassing. He didn’t want to have to put such a promising young boy in his place... If only he would behave.

“Shameful? Hardly. I take no shame in anything I’ve ever done. Why should I? I’m always correct.”

He adjusted his glasses and looked down on the smaller boy. His usual smug grin creeping it’s way on to his face. He didn’t feel like doing battle with Gyo; at least not yet. Best to change the line of conversation.

“If you’re looking for an interesting story of shameful high society acts, look no further than our beautiful Mina. I’m sure she has plenty of dark secrets hidden in that fur of hers. I can’t wait to find out each and every one of them~”

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“Alright. Guess that makes since. I think you’re pretty vile, but if you’re so far up on your high horse, someone must think you’re charming.” He crossed his arms, “So you’re admitting you’re a player? I’ll keep that in mind.” 

He turns his head away, grumbling a bit. Had he really softened up? By now it was hard to tell half the time whether he was softening up, or just tiring himself out. He’ll give him the benefit of the doubt, though.. Kazuma’s at least distracted him enough he’s not as stressed as he was a moment ago. …But the way he capped off his statement was so embarrassing.

“S-shut up! You make me sound like a desperate loser!! What the hell do you know what I want deep down? The only thing I want right now is to kick your ass!” He was definitely getting a bit hot under the collar. Am I that easy to read?! AAAAGH!! He hated that Kazuma wasn’t wrong.

“It’s no secret. I’m playing you right now. No need to keep it in mind when I’ll be sure to give you constant reminders.”

Kazuma tapped his chin in thought as Tatsuya went on about how he was going to kick the producer’s ass, yet again. He was all talk and no bite... Then again, he had just tackled Kazuma a moment ago. Regardless, he was soft. That much was clear. His rough exterior was just a cover for the total limp noodle that lay within his heart. Disgusting.

“I only make you sound the way you truly are. It’s quite alright to be a desperate loser. Most of you peasants are. However, if you wish for me to help you with your sorry state, then I would be more than happy to! You must stop threatening me though, dear boy. It’s unseemly!”

He circled Tatsuya, looking him up and down. How could he fix such a sorry case? It would be tough, but this was Kazuma’s expertise after all! He’d make him into a star. Yes, a new personal project!

“Whaddaya say? You may hate me, but I can help you. You don’t have to be a Rough Boy, Rough Boy.”

Kazuma offered his hand to Tatsuya, and smiled. The thrill of a new deal. He loved it.

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Motive 1 ♡ Open

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Minako hurried towards her hotel room, holding Kazuma’s hand tightly the entire way. Her pace was far more bouncy and excited than usual, and by the time the two reached her room, her cheeks were flushed red, and she was doing her best to hide her panting. 

“Wait here, please. I’ll inform them of your arrival. I’m sure they wouldn’t want any more surprises after all we’ve been through.” 

She let go of Kazuma’s hand and entered her room, closing the door just enough to obscure her room from his view, but not enough that her hushed voice holding a light conversation wasn’t audible. If one didn’t know better, they’d probably think she was talking to an actual person. When she finally gestured for Kazuma to enter, however, that clearly wasn’t the case. 

The contents of her room, though, were no surprise. Like the inside of a dollhouse, it was immaculately neat, decorated in quaint, western-style furniture. Her bed was lined with several nondescript stuffed animals, and right next to it was a small, white table in the center surrounded by even smaller chairs- like the ones small children use for pretend tea parties. Where it seemed a bookshelf should be was instead an extremely large, multi-tiered dollhouse filled not only with lovely miniature furniture, but several tools obviously used in crafting dolls. And placed strategically around the room were four large, charming dolls. Due to their obvious age, it was clear they weren’t made by Minako’s hands, but a great deal of work had went into preserving their current state nonetheless. 

“Mr. Misao, I’d like to introduce you to Margaret, Josephine, Elizabeth, and Amy.” 

She pointed at each doll as she named them off, and finished with a light curtsy. 

Margaret was the oldest and largest one, dressed in a bright red princess-style dress and an extremely intricate miniature tiara. Josephine lacked the long ringlets of the other dolls, as her curly brown hair had been professionally cropped short. Elizabeth was the smallest, dressed awkwardly in a beautiful white gown that much too large for her, hiding some slight disrepair. Amy was the most modern of the four, as indicated by her dark, gothic lolita style dress and articulated joints.

“Despite your sudden arrival, they’re very pleased to meet you. Won’t you say hello to them?”

Kazuma Misao had entered the den of a tiny murderer. As he stared into the dead eyes of Minako’s dolls, he wondered if his eyes would look the same when the dollmaker decided to shove a knife in his back and turn him into one of them. What would his name be? Delilah? Nadine? Victoria? 

Well. Better make the most of it. Kazuma bowed politely to his new “friends.”

“Hello, my dears~ It is an absolute pleasure to meet all of you. How lucky that I am able to make your acquaintance so early! I am Kazuma Misao. I hope we can be great friends.”

This was too much.

Kazuma’s outwardly bright smile was the total opposite of the cringing happening within himself. Why is he talking to a bunch of dolls? Had he stooped so low? Usually he’d have a bit more of a backbone with his clients, but he was at a slight disadvantage in this situation. Jeez.

“They are all quite beautiful. How fortunate you are that they were brought here with you. I suppose that the one behind this knows that close friends like these can’t be split apart.”

Kazuma swallowed hard and adjusted his tie before he turned towards Minako. Well this was awkward. What was he supposed to say after talking to a bunch of stupid toys? How was this conversation supposed to carry out? 

“Do you think I could one day be as beautiful as your friends?”

Smooth.

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Spotlight | Motive 1 - OPEN

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“Your sense of self-preservation and arrogance is inspired, Misao-san. I have never met anyone who has your level of delusion. I cannot deny that it has allowed you to maintain your composure here better than perhaps even myself. Truly, that is an accomplishment you can be proud of.”

Such a foolish and feeble-minded boy, Misaki thought to herself as she felt her smirk tuck in at the corners of her mouth. Kazuma Misao was an adversary that she, at first, felt an incredible sense of aggression towards, but the more she spoke with him, and the more she got to see the ugly side of him, the more she was reminded of the type of person he was.

He was not someone to hate. He was someone to pity. 

To think that someone with so much potential would limit himself by thinking himself so much higher than anyone else - that his importance and self-preservation were to be the top concern for everyone around him. It was a shame to see someone think so highly of themselves without anything to support the weight of that pride. A castle built of sand. 

“I pity that twisted sense of optimism you have, Misao-san, so much so I do not even have the heart to displace your self-assured confidence in your prospective followers.”

Kazuma took a deep breath, then changed his posture entirely. He held his hands in front of his body and mocked the expression and mannerisms of Misaki, somehow accurately imitating her. 

“You’re inspired, Misao-san. I have never met anyone who has your level of composure. I cannot deny that you’re better than perhaps even myself. Truly, an accomplishment you can be proud of.”

When the performance had finished, a sick smirk spread across his face as he giggled to himself. He took a bow, then winked at Misaki. What a wonderful show, Kazuma! You’re really getting quite good at this.

“Sorry, that’s what you were meaning to say, correct? Worry not, my dear. I can take over for you, if need be. However, I may need to refit those ugly robes of yours... Hmhm~ No matter.”

Kazuma leaned against the closest wall, making himself comfortable. Perhaps he could make a show of this. Sell tickets. Make a small fortune while he is here. These kids were easy enough to mock, why not take advantage of it?

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“…hm?”

Tsukasa found that his suggestion had been met with an uncomfortable silence that he wasn’t sure what to do with. When Kazuma first stepped closer, Tsukasa couldn’t bring himself to do much but meet his gaze in confusion. He was about to get anxious that he was going to be jumped, but then Kazuma broke into loud laughter. 

Yes, he had been right about Kazuma. More right than he had anticipated, in fact. The producer was a complete egomaniac, and a sadist to boot. It was like the more Tsukasa picked at his walls, the more slime started to ooze out of his personality. The experience was both repulsive and fascinating, and Tsukasa always did have a inclination to the repulsive. When Kazuma finished his little outburst, Tsukasa met the smile with his own, laced with a small bit of self-satisfaction.

“Ha…l-looks like I was right…you’re disgusting…”

He was honestly impressed at how one man could bring out so many different reactions in him. It was better than the concept of having to fear him at least.

“Yes, yes, we get it. I’m disgusting. Despicable. Grotesque. Can’t you think of anything better or more entertaining to say? My god, I’ve given you plenty of material.”

Kazuma ran a hand through his hair and huffed dramatically. How agreeable Tsukasa was being was really starting to twist the producer the wrong way. Honestly, how many personas did this twerp have? If anyone had a screw loose it was this kid. At least Kazuma could control his crazy.

Kazuma looked back towards those two tired blue eyes, and crossed his arms. Why was this scum still looking at him? Why wouldn’t he just get lost already? Hadn’t these little back and forth run it’s course?

“Why don’t you paint a picture? It’ll last longer.”

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[Motive 1] Screeching Halt {Open}

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“I ALREADY SAID SHUT UP!! QUIT TALKING!!” Poor Tatsuya, what a loser. He was incredibly glad there was no one else in the hall, he was incredibly embarrassed. Why did he have to be so easily flustered?? Especially by this coffee murdering jerk.

No matter how much he told Kazuma to shut up, however, it seemed he would never get his wish. Eventually he pushed himself off the floor as well, mainly because he hated that Kazuma had no choice but to look down at him, and the fact his face was constantly stuck on “smug mode” made it even more infuriating. Now that he was standing, he realized that Kazuma was still taller than him, and got even grouchier. 

….Though, Kazuma’s suggestion had him just as curious as he was ashamed that he was curious. What this guy knew about winning people over was beyond him, but Tatsuya’s sad, stupid brain couldn’t help humor the thought at first. If there was one thing he was, it was just a little desperate. Immediately, memories of attempting to ask people out in middle school, only to either be laughed at, accused of only joking, or having people confess they were just plain too scared of him to considering going out with him all came flooding back. You could almost see the smoke from all the gears in his head spinning as he deliberated way too long over the offer. Eventually.. he looked to Kazuma.

“What the hell would you know about winning people over? You’re probably actually evil. What do you do, throw money at someone and see what sticks??”

“You can be the most vile being in the world, and still manage to be charming to the unsuspecting masses. Humans are simple creatures, and the relationships between them are a fun game. If you know how to play, then you can get whatever you want. I, my dear Rough Boy, know how to play.”

Kazuma shrugged his shoulders and shook his head dismissively. This place was full of dysfunctional weirdos, wasn’t it? None of them knew how to communicate properly! Such a pity!

“I mean, think about it... Sure, you may not have positive feelings towards me, but you have certainly softened your behavior since we began speaking. I offered you something you want deep down, and you immediately began to come around. Get it?”

Tatsuya probably didn’t think so, but he was being played. Kazuma had initially thought that the brute was a lost cause, but perhaps there was hope for him yet. He could be such a good puppet. He just needs a little bit of work. 

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“I won’t stop you from calling him little, but the two of you look the same from all the way down here,” Gyo said, and shrugged.

Now wasn’t the time to niggle at Kazuma’s pride, but citing a scant few inches of height to call a well-muscled athlete little was no less pitiful than comparing inches below the waist. Gyo bit back a laugh. Perhaps that was what the producer was compensating for.

“I agree. Small is wise.” It took his most sophisticated mechanisms of self control to keep from busting a gut right there. Pulling in a deep breath, Gyo took the producer’s hand in his own and gave it a firm shake. “Deal.”

Whether his classmate held up his end of the deal or not, Kazuma’s social life would without a doubt be more precious to him than Gyo’s was. Producers relied on networking, on establishing connections, on reputation. Myrmecologists played in the dirt. Gyo clasped his hands behind his back.

“Is there anything we can do to make this more binding?” he asked, looking at his friend. “I’m not sure I can trust you hold up your end when you lose.”

“Oh, Shingen, you wound me! I always make good on my deals~ However, I suppose I can’t blame you. What do you propose?”

Kazuma crossed his arms over his chest and rose an eyebrow. What could he possibly want that is more binding? A written contract? A blood oath? Maybe a sacrifice? He wasn’t really opposed to any of those options.

“Do you want a secret for insurance? If we both already have information on one another that we don’t want to get around... You could easily blackmail me if I lose and don’t want to go through with our arrangement. What do you say?”

Say yes, you little gremlin. Do it.

He couldn’t help himself when it came to secrets. He just had to know it all, and if he wanted some kind of binding then Kazuma couldn’t think of anything better than blackmail right now! 

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Tsukasa had to hold back from cackling in Kazuma’s face when he heard the words “inevitable victory”. His body shook slightly with the effort to keep it repressed, his lips pressed together in a weak smile. God, this just kept getting better, didn’t it? With how confident Kazuma was in his abilities, it just made Tsukasa all the more eager to imagine the look on his face when he failed.

“Inevitable…w-well, it would be for you, w-wouldn’t it…but you n-never know. U-unexpected things happen all the time…”

He let out a tiny “tsk” sound as the producer’s demeanor change. Of course, Tsukasa had half expected an answer like that, given the track record he already had of causing disgust.

“Ha, you m-might want to invest in a pair of gloves if it b-bothers you that much…hmm, but I’m n-not sure I believe that, Misao-kun…I thought you’d b-be the type to get excited h-having someone squirming at your feet b-begging for mercy, what with your god complex…”

Maybe it was a bad idea to start giving Kazuma ideas when he was alone with the guy, but Tsukasa felt almost obligated to pick apart the producer’s disgusting personality. It only felt right. 

“...Hm.”

Kazuma stared at Tsukasa with a strange intensity. He took a step closer to him, looming over the other boy. What was he thinking? It was hard to say. The lack of emotion was beginning to become unsettling. That is, until a sick smile spread across Kazuma’s face once more.

“You might understand me after all, dear boy~ Others misfortune is my pleasure. The idea... No... The fantasy of someone begging me to spare them is certainly very enticing~! You shouldn’t tempt me.”

He turned away and held himself, attempting to calm the growing excitement. If he didn’t calm down, there’s no telling what he would do. He couldn’t do anything rash! No, not yet. There was still so much suffering to enjoy. Kazuma let out a breath and smiled at Tsukasa.

“Oops~ Perhaps I got a bit carried away.”

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Misaki felt herself have the opportunity to breath as Kazuma finally took a step away from her. The tension was thick enough to taste, and it was bitter with vinegar and spite. As he insulted her, Misaki took each hit without flinching, the corners of her lips still arched into a coy smirk. Somehow, it almost felt refreshing to have this type of conversation with someone. How long had it been since that person Kazuma resembles did this? Misaki felt a strange sense of relief from the familiarity - perhaps the only familiar thing she’d felt since she arrived her. Her eyebrows raised a bit when she continued to listen to the Producer speak.

A god. He thinks himself to be a god? How pitiful god must be if he were to manifest himself in a boy like this. Misaki had not dealt with someone with such a complex in quite a while, for it was not exactly something often found in her field. She brushed some of the hair away from her eyes as she held her poise before him.

“Had I known I was in the presence of a god, then I would have been far more gracious and conscientious of my manners, Misao-sama.” 

The words came out of her mouth dripping in resentment and mockery, but still floated with a polite and airy fragrance. Misaki would humor Kazuma, as it seemed there was no way to convince him of his own foolishness. Truly, he is a demon. Misaki could only smirk at the thought.

“A god amongst men? It is no wonder you act so powerful and mighty, Misao-san. But, tell me honestly, how powerful is a god when there are no men left to fear him? Will he continue to exist even when he no longer has believers?”

“Oh, my dear, that’s just not possible for me! I’m as charming as they come. I can easily manipulate the trash to believe whatever I wish... I couldn’t possibly fall from grace.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes at the notion that a god, such as himself, would lose his mass of followers or any of his power. Stupid girl. Someone on such a lower level couldn’t possibly understand. It wasn’t her fault~

“There will always be those that follow me. Whether it is out of fear or love... I will never falter. Even in a dreadful place such as this.”

Kazuma took a bow and winked in her direction. He’s never hated someone enough to like them this way. It was a strange sensation, but he was certainly enjoying it. He couldn’t wait to take crush her.

“You know, it’ll be easier on you if you just do your part and worship me! I promise, things will be far easier for you! Who knows? You may even survive this if you have my blessing~”

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“Fr-friends? Really?”

Once more, Minako’s demanor changed without warning. Though she immediately knew that Kazuma’s offer was barely as sincere as it sounded, his request still caught her off-guard. This was the last place she really expected to make friends, after all. 

“Very well, Mr. Misao~ Friends it is!” 

She took his outstretched hand in both of hers and looked up to him with a beaming smile. Even if he didn’t quite mean it, this was still the start of something important. An alliance, perhaps? No, she didn’t nearly trust the man enough to ally herself with him. Still though, he was pleasant enough to be around, and being friends meant spending time with each other. She had no doubt he’d be quite entertaining in the coming days. 

She took his hand and began leading him in the direction of the hotel. 

“If we’re gonna be friends, I’ll need to introduce you to my dolls. Can you believe they made the journey here with me~? Don’t worry though, they’re very good judges of character.”

“Oh, yes... Your dolls. How pleasant. It seems that you have been blessed.”

What have I gotten myself into?

As Kazuma was dragged along, he quickly regretted every decision he made leading up to this point. Luckily, this wasn’t anything he wasn’t already used to. He had to please those needy idols all the time to keep them happy and useful to him. To assure having another puppet on his side, he had to go through with play time, eh...?

“Do you have a favorite, my dear? I wouldn’t want to miss another stunner such as yourself. You simply must teach me everything~”

Or don’t. That’s fine, too.