Remember our little murderous freak Mizari? (Lovingly, ofc. He's precious to me shut up.) Also been thinking bout him a lot lately.
literally just because of this:
I forget this happened. That Mizari is the sole reason we got ONE Kaya cameo and I think he deserves a round of applause and great thanks. I could write a whole study on this panel but I will leave this at a "thank you Mizari ramble" because to be frank I really should be asleep I have work in the morning augh-
ALSO I AM TAKING THIS AS PROOF THAT ZENO WOULD TOTALLY CHOOSE HIS WIFE OVER EVERYONE ELSE <3
Anyways. I miss her. And Mizari. Rest in peace buddy, hope the gods let you set some stuff on fire up there you lil arsonist (also hope you're annoying the heck out of your big bro Neguro lmao [They are brothers hc also I just think they're so goofy and not enough people talk about the Xing arc])
The Zeno-Mizari friendship that never was is tragic (yes he tried to torture Zeno but if ykyk) also the Taozari that never was (again YES he tried to set her on fire but considerrrrrr they would've been so!!!! So goofy!!!! This is a joke but also I'm 10000% serious my bestie and I have an au.)
Ok, this is an EvilAsk. (I'm so sorry, I've needed angst.) What if Mizari had actually been allowed to let all heck lose on Zeno? What would he have done, and would Kija, Shin-ah, Jae-ha, and Yoon have to watch?
Her mother used to tell her that no child should ever have to live through a war. But that was how the world was. Always at war. Her mother was lost to a war too. She wasn’t killed, but she grew sick and there was a shortage of everything during war times. She lost her mother to the world that was always at war and she had only her father, Tao, and her people. Tao was too young to understand what death meant, too young to understand what war meant, too young to understand that Kouren was constantly in so much pain.
King Junam was ruthless and the commanders under him were the same. Xing had suffered far too many losses, they were losing resources, they were losing their people, they were losing everything. So Xing decided to draw back their soldiers and beg for a cease fire. A reasonable thing, Kouren believed. A treaty could be made instead of this bloodshed.
Their soldiers would be released.
They could finally put an end to this stupid war that had taken so many of their people away.
It was over.
It was over.
It was supposed to be over.
Kouren stared in horror as it rained blood and severed heads.
People were screaming and crying, some were shouting in outrage. There was so much going on around her. Or there should have been. For Kouren, everything had gone oddly quiet and oddly still. As if time itself had stopped for her.
She watched blankly as dead eyes met hers and a severed head dropped to the ground and right by her feet.
He was a soldier that had worked in the palace before. He smiled a wide smile, babied Tao and patted Kouren’s head even when she asked him not to.
He wasn’t smiling anymore.
How strange.
She slowly knelt in front of the severed head and brushed the matted, messy and blood caked hair away from his forehead. The blood was at least several hours old. He had been dead since morning. Kouren absentmindedly rubbed cracked and drying blood from his stiff cheeks. She stared at his lifeless eyes that looked like glass and then closed them.
“Princess Kouren!” Someone shouted behind her, but that sound too, was muffled.
It was just her. Her and this soldier.
Her and this soldier and their burning hatred and rage felt for Prince Yuhon.
“Would you like to go home?” Kouren asked the soldier.
There was no answer. The man’s lips were covered in blood and motionless. Kouren closed her eyes for a moment. It was fascinating how calm she was despite boiling inside with rage, despite the severed head in her hands.
“I can take you home,” she said and then picked the man’s head up, staining her dress with half dried blood. She cradled the man’s head to herself, like a child that she loved dearly.
She looked around her and people were still crying and screaming. Several soldiers and men were trying to usher everyone away from the border. The soldier that had come with Kouren was batting away people that came near her while glancing at her in terror. Her eyes went to the camp Kouka had made in the distance, catching just the slightest glimpse of red.
Prince Yuhon.
Kouren closed her eyes and turned around, walking away with the man’s head held close.
She would make Prince Yuhon pay.
“Princess Kouren! What are you holding?” her soldier cried out. “Please let go of that immediately!”
“I’m taking him home,” Kouren said quietly, turning to look at her soldier. The man went still, horror and fear in his eyes. “Is there something wrong with taking someone home?”
“N-no, your highness,” the man looked away, unable to look her in the eyes.
Why?
Was it because of the blood that dirtied her dress, the tender way she held the head, the tears that wouldn’t stop falling from her eyes?
“Do you know where his home is?” Kouren asked.
“N-no,” the man stammered.
“I see, I will have to search then,” Kouren turned and kept walking.
She searched and searched, but she couldn’t seem to find the man’s home and anyone she asked would tell her that they didn’t know. They were all scared. Kouren didn’t understand. What were they so scared of? It wasn’t as if she were Prince Yuhon.
“Kouren, what are you doing?” her father shouted.
“Oh, father,” Kouren murmured. “I am looking for this man’s home. While I look for it, I was wondering if I could leave him with Tao.”
“Absolutely not! You mean to leave that with Tao? Throw that into the furnace at once!” her father sounded horrified.
Why?
“Why would I throw a hard working citizen into the furnace? He has done nothing wrong. Father, you cannot treat your people like that.” Kouren stared at her father and he looked even more horrified.
“Kouren, please, give that to another soldier. They will take the head to where they are paying respects to the fallen.”
Why?
“Respects?” Kouren said softly. “Respect? Is that enough?”
“Kouren?” her father asked.
“This man is not dead,” she said quietly. “He is filled with fury. He is filled with rage. He is a burning furnace himself.” She brushed her fingers against the blood stained hair, tenderly. “Respect? He does not want that. He wants blood. He wants the blood of the people of Kouka to be spilled until their rivers are red. Respect is pointless.”
Her father stared at her, speechless and then she noticed the man on the side, his face bleeding and his side maimed.
“Ah,” she walked over to him, placed the head on the floor and pressed her hands against the flowing blood on his face. He stared at her in wonder. “This man too, is not dead.” She pressed her forehead against the man’s. “Are you too, hiding that rage within your heart?”
The biggest reason Yotaka wanted to join the Five Stars was to ask Kouren about the secret to her beautiful skin. Neguro instantly regretted recruiting him asdfghjklkjhg
Of course, she agreed that she’d tell him only if he improved his fighting skills.
