"I didn't actually think you'd do it."
(I’M SORRY I WROTE YOU A DRABBLE. Legitamently, I really had to think about a way why Kazu would murder a random person, and this was all I could think up. I am so, so sorry. This might not even make sense. I’m really sorry.)
Kazu couldn’t understand what had happened. No, he could. But he didn’t want to think about it. He had snapped. He finally had snapped.
”I’m sorry, Kazu,” she said quietly, playing with her hair softly. “Mom and Dad said they found a good university there for me.”
Kazu stared up at her, almost completely baffled by her words. “What do you mean? You’re going to live in America?” Kaya started to shake her head…then it slowly progressed into a nod. “So, you’re leaving me.”
”No, it’s not like that!”
It was like that. The rest of that conversation had been a blur. She told him he could go back with her, and he could live with their parents again. Why would he want to live there? They left him and his sister on their own for years, and suddenly they love Kaya again?
She was the only person who wanted him there, and even then, she was only trying to be nice. Who the hell did she think she was!?
Kazu wanted to go out on his own to clear his head, but the longer he was alone, the worse the fight inside his head grew. Two halves of himself argued, one meeker than the other. His sanity, and his hatred. Anger.
Only one a few occasions did this ever occur. His anger screamed and cursed while his self-confidence, a mere child, tried to hide himself from the self-hatred Kazu could not escape from, no matter how fast or far he could run.
Finally, his anger began to beat his self-confidence into a bloody and horrid mess. His sanity screamed for help, but there was not to aid in the torture.
The moment the final breath of his sanity passed through his lips, it was like the entire world transitioned in a blur from one moment of calmness to the next, where an elderly man laid dead at his feet and the cold-hearted murder weapon was found between Kazu’s hands.
The blond was quiet for a moment, sanity finally drawing breath again. Beyond the barrel was a young boy, shivering and sniffling, crying, the professors blood colouring his clothes.
Kazu could only draw one conclusion, one he could not fathom, even for the life of him. Reluctantly, he dropped the gun, and the moment metal hit the floor, Kazu wished he hadn’t let go so he could aim the barrel to his temple and-
