The visual design of Bloodborne is highly dependent on its use of lighting… cool and warm lights are used in constant contrast through levels, especially in exterior environments. This is achieved through intelligent use of the environment- fires and lanterns to create warm “hotspots” that guide the player, and wide stretches of road filled with water to reflect cool “coldspots” that reinforce the hotspots and give the player’s eyes a rest.
please message me if any part of the scans are unclear/ if you would like to see the Mandarin translations/ if you have any questions at all about Live Stage (I will try to answer to the best of my ability)
Diet length: full fic whump: emeto whumpee: Morgan caretaker: Gwen t/w: vomiting
The Very Depressing, and Lengthy Origin of Kazu™ length: drabble sorta? it’s like a semi-concise summary of his whole life whump: injury whumpee: Kazu caretaker: Minato t/w: alcohol, child abuse, death, drug abuse, fire, homophobia, mental illness, rape/noncon, underage sex, violence
Angry Dudes May Break My Bones, but it’s Friendly Girls that Scare Me
A/N: I’ve been working on fleshing out the earlier part of Min and Kazu’s relationship, so this is set ~7.5 years back. Min is 21/22, Kazu is like 19/20. Takao isn’t even close to being in the picture yet; this is back when Min was running a bakery and Kazu was a street gremlin.
From a distance, the scene looked peaceful: the golden sunset illuminated blossoms on the hills, the warm scent of flowers marking the transition from the edge of the city to its much more charming rural surroundings. A few silhouettes were visible near the old bridge over the river, and some small animals were scuttling through the nearby bushes. Though it seemed serene at a glance, upon closer inspection, the men by the bridge seemed to be duking it out.
It wasn’t really Kazu’s fault the fight had started. The thugs should have known better than to bring Minato up while arguing. Kazu always fought hard to protect himself, but he turned fucking barbaric when his boyfriend was threatened.
At the moment, three hulking idiots were sprawled, unconscious, across the bridge they’d been standing near, and a fourth had fled. The last thug was grappling with over six and a half feet of pure rage in the form of Kazuhiro Yokota. It looked like the shorter, huskier man was at the advantage, as the wiry dark-haired man was currently backed up against the railing of the bridge. However, a combat boot to the stomach sent the final brute flying, and he slammed into the far railing with a sickening thud. The rickety old post bent on impact, nearly cracking.
The momentum of the kick had thrown Kazu backwards, and as he slammed into the railing, he felt the wood buckle, splitting under his weight. He cursed loudly in a chaotic mix of Japanese and Russian as he grasped at the splintering planks, attempting to escape the 15 foot drop to the ground. As he flipped over the edge, his arm twisted at an unnatural angle, straining even further as all his weight pulled against it. A sickening wrench assaulted his shoulder, and a high-pitched shriek escaped his lips as the pain forced him to let go.
Kazu’s eyes flickered open, his unfocused gaze glaring up at a fading sky. He’d definitely blacked out for a moment, and honestly, he wished he was still unconscious. Everything hurt. His head was pounding, his bad shoulder was throbbing, and a stabbing pain in his chest was severely impairing his breathing. His legs were sore from the impact, but luckily didn’t seem to be broken. He spent several minutes just fighting for consciousness against the overwhelming pain before he could even begin to think about what was wrong or what he needed to do.
He needed a ride home. He had walked here, and was in no shape to drive, anyway. He groped around nearby for his phone, wincing and grimacing and praying it hadn’t sustained too much damage. Luckily, the case on his cell could probably stop a small caliber bullet, and it was entirely unscathed. Kazu struggled to unlock the phone and flick through his contacts. His arm was aching, his fingers were shaking, and the blood smearing on the screen made it harder to see what he was doing. After a good bit of fumbling, he managed to get it ringing.
Minato answered the phone just before it went to voicemail. “Sorry, sweetie. I was downstairs doing laundry. What’s up?”
“Hey–” Kazu’s voice almost broke because of the pain, and he struggled to catch his breath and continue his sentence. “Hey, babe? I could use a ride home, if… if you ain’t too busy…”
“I’m not. I just finished the laundry.” Minato chirped. “Send me the location and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“You’re the best, babe.” Kazu hung up so he could text Minato the address while he still had enough focus to make use of his fine motor skills. He could feel his consciousness flickering, but he did his best to stay awake. He wasn’t about to let Minato stumble upon his passed-out, fucked up body.
The rumbling of an approaching car caught Kazuhiro’s attention. He gingerly forced himself to sit up, propping himself up on his good arm. His vision wasn’t too clear at the moment–his head was still spinning and pounding, but he could make out a tiny blond figure climbing out of the car parked near the bridge.
“Kazu-chan???” Minato was looking around, confused. He grew even more baffled when a hoarse reply came from down below the bridge.
“Look down, babe.”
Minato’s gaze shifted to under the bridge. A river usually ran there, but it was bone-dry at the moment. The smaller man’s jaw nearly dropped off his face in horror as he registered the sight of his battered boyfriend sprawled on the ground.
“Oh my god! Are you okay? What happened??” The tiny blond hurried down the side of the bank, almost slipping on some of the steeper parts.
Kazu winced a little every time Minato lost his balance. “Take it easy. Make it down safe. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
Though he didn’t want to delay helping his boyfriend, Minato realized he was going to fall if he didn’t slow down. He carefully climbed down the rest of the way before kneeling down next to Kazuhiro. “Sweetheart, what the fuck did you do?”
The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow in surprise; Minato never cursed, and it had caught him off guard. “Just a fight. I kicked the other guy’s ass… I just kinda…. Fell.” He smiled sheepishly, even though it hurt. His face was a mess of cuts and bruises, but he knew smiling would reassure Minato a little. Min’s grey-brown eyes shone with worry as he analyzed the scene, but he did seem a little more relaxed than when he initially arrived.
“We need to get you cleaned up and bandaged… Can you stand?” From his tone, it sounded like Minato expected a ‘no’.
Kazu forced himself to sit all the way up with a grimace. “I think so. Gimme a hand.” He held out his good hand, and Minato put all his effort into tugging his husband to his feet. It was a bit of an effort, but between the two of them, they managed to get Kazu upright.
The trudge up the riverbank was slow and incredibly painful. Kazu hissed and cursed at every misstep, which caused Minato to stammer apologies, even though it wasn’t his fault and Kazu knew that. By the time they finally dragged Kazu’s lanky battered ass to the car, both men were exhausted and stressed to hell. Kazu flopped across the back seat, mumbling about how seatbelts wouldn’t really do him much good in this state. Too drained to argue, Minato nodded and climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Ah, god… I’m trying to remember where the nearest emergency room is…” Minato bit his lip as he wracked his brain. He’d never had a very good sense of direction, and he was totally lost at the moment.
“Emergency r–fuckin’… hell no!” Kazu sat up indignantly, though he immediately fell back down with a grimace. “I ain’t goin’ to no fuckin’ emergency room!”
“Sweetie, you’re bleeding, you’ve definitely broken some bones, and it looks like you dislocated your shoulder again. It’s not optional. You need to see a doctor.”
“Nah, I ain’t goin’ to the fuckin’ hospital! We can’t afford ‘at shit! I’ll be fine, jus’ need a drink… and some ice.”
Minato sighed in frustration. He was about to object again when he got a better idea. “Fine. Okay. We can go home. Just relax.”
Kazu sighed in relief, closing his eyes and just praying for death as the ride continued. He was way too zoned out to notice Minato chattering on the phone as they drove home. The slight jolt of the car stopping was enough to bring Kazu back to earth, and he scowled in confusion at the sight of another car parked outside the bakery. Minato, on the other hand, looked thrilled.
“Oh, thank god. She’s here.”
“Who’s here? What’d you do?!” Kazu asked, confused and frustrated.
Minato shushed his husband as he helped Kazu out of the car. “Relax. I just called a friend for help, that’s all.”
“What friend? Who is it? What the fuck’s goin’ on?” Kazu leaned on Minato as they headed towards the door, where they were met by a thirty-ish woman with short brown hair and smart clothes.
She approached them with a smile, “Good to see you Min. Is this the boyfriend you were talking about?”
“He is, yeah.” Minato smiled and nodded.
“Pleasure. I’m Carla.” She held out a hand to shake, but Kazu didn’t react, currently giving her a wary look.
Minato sighed, chiming in in his boyfriend’s stead. “His name is Kazuhiro.” He explained, unlocking the door of the bakery and leading his friend and boyfriend inside.
Carla nodded, still doing her best to be friendly. “Nice to meet you. Let’s get upstairs so we can get you fixed up.” She held out a hand; being a good six inches taller than Minato, she figured she’d be a better support as they ventured up the stairs.
To her surprise, the dark-haired young man jumped a few steps back, adopting a defensive stance. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” He snapped.
Carla blinked, taken aback. She paused for a moment before murmuring, “Take it easy. I don’t bite…”
Minato frowned, glancing between both of them. “Sweetie, she’s just trying to help.”
“I don’t fuckin’ care. She ain’t gettin’ ‘er hands on me.” Kazu replied.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re barely able to stand. You can only even use one arm.” Carla snapped, losing her patience.
“Don’t take two to hold a knife.” Kazu growled. “Go ahead, try an’ touch me. See what happens.”
Carla furrowed her brows, taking a step closer as she made eye contact with the taller young man. “It’s not wise to start problems with people trying to help you. Have fun in a few hours, when you end up dragging your sorry ass to the emergency room because you rejected my help.” She shoved her way past him and stalked out the front door.
Kazu smacked her hand away the second it came close, but Carla didn’t seem fazed, continuing to ignore the bad-tempered young man as she got back into her car and drove off. Minato groaned in frustration. “Do you realize you just scared away a doctor? She was about to take care of you for free, as a favor to me.”
“I don’t care. I don’t need your favors. I’ll be fine. I don’t let girls touch me.” Kazu replied flatly. Despite the throbbing pains in his everything, he stalked up the stairs without any assistance, just to make a point. By the time he was at the second floor, he was leaning heavily on the wall in an attempt to stay upright.
Sighing in frustration, Minato hurried up the stairs behind his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around Kazu’s waist and leading him to the couch. “Sit still a minute. I’ll go get some bandages, at least…” He shuffled off down the hall, ducking into the bathroom to dig through the cabinets. He managed to find gauze, rubbing alcohol, medical tape, and a handful of Scooby-Doo bandaids. That would have to do, he supposed. Gathering the supplies in his arms, he returned to the living room, where Kazu had taken off his jacket and was currently stuck in his own t-shirt, which was kind of hard to take off one handed. Stifling a giggle, Minato asked, “Do… do you need some help?”
“No!” Kazu huffed, yanking roughly at the edge of the shirt with his left hand as if added force would make up for lost dexterity. “I can hand - ow! Fuck…” He quickly let go of the shirt after nearly tearing his arm off, and turned to Minato with a shameful red glow to his cheeks. “I guess… you can help… if you want. But only cause you asked. I could do it, if I wanted.”
“I know you could.” Minato nodded affirmingly as he set down the bandages on the side table. “Just hold still a second.” As gently as he could, he peeled the grimy graphic t-shirt off of the taller boy, mumbling something under his breath about doing laundry. “There.”
“Thanks…” Kazu grumbled, avoiding eye contact and keeping his voice almost too low to hear.
Minato nodded, grabbing the rubbing alcohol and a piece of gauze. He narrowed his eyes and looked the taller man up and down, trying to gauge where to start; he ended up settling on a two-inch gash over Kazu’s right brow. Despite the sting, the dark-haired troublemaker didn’t flinch, allowing Minato to work more easily. It took a good ten or fifteen minutes to clean up all the cuts and scrapes, at which point, Minato switched to bandaging up the injuries that needed it. Once all that was taken care of, he sighed. “I’m not sure there’s much I can do for your shoulder… That’s really more a doctor’s level of work.”
Kazu shook his head. “I can handle ‘at. Go in the kitchen or somethin’ - ya don’t wanna watch.” His tone was surprisingly calm, and he gently nudged Minato away with his good hand. The tiny blond reluctantly shuffled away, glancing briefly back at Kazu before ducking into his room to hide.
Minato dug through his drawers, looking for something clean Kazu could wear. Luckily, a few outfits of his had been left at Minato’s over the last few months, tucked away into a corner of the dresser until they might be needed. After a moment’s pondering, Min settled on a pair of faded jeans and an old band t-shirt. As he was pulling them out of the drawer, a sickening POP came from the living room, followed by a shaky “fuuuuuhck….” Minato cringed, his chest tightening in sympathy as he crept back out to see Kazu.
“Are you okay?” The smaller man ventured, nervously scuffing his toes against the carpet.
Currently clutching at his bad arm like it might fall off, Kazu gave a terse nod. “Mmhm. ‘m fine.” He mumbled, despite all the colour having drained from his face; he looked about one mild startling away from passing out.
Minato clutched at the fabric he was carrying; he wanted to hug Kazu and make him feel better, but he knew his boyfriend wasn’t the huggy-cuddly type. “I brought you some clean clothes. You can change, and I’ll find an ice pack and some painkillers. Does that sound okay?”
“Mm.” Kazu nodded again, though his gaze was a little unfocused. He held out his good hand to accept the clothes, trembling faintly as he did so. Minato handed over the shirt and jeans, hurrying away to find painkillers.
When Minato returned, Kazu was sitting on the couch, shirtless, but wearing the new clean jeans. He’d given up trying to get the shirt on after getting stuck a third time. Minato tucked the painkillers into his pocket, grabbing the shirt off the couch. Without a word, he slipped it over Kazu’s head and very gently maneuvered his bad arm into the sleeve. Kazu blushed but didn’t say anything, huffing slightly when Minato ruffled his hair.
“I brought you some painkillers and water. I haven’t been able to find an ice pack, though.” The blond murmured, offering both the pills and water to Kazu.
“S’alright. I’ll be fine.” Kazu shrugged and immediately grimaced in regret. He did his best to hide the pain in his face, downing the painkillers to reassure Minato that he would in fact be okay.
Minato nodded and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek. “Do you need anything else?”
“We got any vodka?”
“If you left any, it’s here…”
Though Min had his doubts about how well vodka mixed with painkillers, he really didn’t want to get into an argument right now; he was already heading into the kitchen to grab a bottle. He didn’t drink, and Kazu had practically hauled in a truckload of the stuff a couple weeks back. Whether Costco had been having a sale, or a liquor store had been robbed, Minato wasn’t sure, and didn’t really want to know. Setting his judgements aside, he returned to Kazu, vodka in hand. Before handing it over, Min twisted the cap off, knowing that would be difficult to do with one hand. Once the bottle was open, the tiny blond gave his boyfriend a kiss and a drink before plopping down on the couch.
Kazu mumbled his thanks before taking a long swig of the vodka; the bottle was nearly a quarter empty by the time he set it down. He sighed and sunk back against the couch, glancing down at Minato. “You had dinner yet?” The taller man asked.
“No, actually. I was going to eat after I finished laundry, but…” There was no need to finish the sentence.
“Go getcha some food. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
Minato hesitated for a moment, but ended up hopping to his feet and scurrying off to feed himself. He hadn’t really thought about it until Kazu mentioned it, but he was starving. After digging through a few cabinets, he ended up settling on instant ramen. It was kind of pathetic, but it was by far the fastest and easiest thing he had lying around. About five minutes later, he returned to the couch, happily munching on the noodles in his styrofoam cup.
The dark-haired demon gave Minato an upward nod of greeting, too busy drinking to give a verbal ‘hello’. Min smiled back and sat down next to his boyfriend, leaning on Kazu as he continued to eat. “You’re warm…” He mumbled between bites.
Kazu didn’t have a response for that, instead throwing his good arm around Minato. He gently squeezed the smaller man’s shoulders, pondering whether he’d get bitched at if he asked for more vodka. In the end, he decided it would be better to wait until Min got up again. He was buzzed enough for now…
The rest of the night was blissfully uneventful as it dragged on. Minato spent most of it watching Animal Planet on the staticky TV, before realizing how late it was and desperately scrambling off the couch. “Oh jeez, I need to get to bed,” he sighed, “do you need anything before I go?”
“More vodka?” Kazu asked hopefully, giving Min his best puppy-dog eyes. With a reluctant nod, the tiny blond obliged, returning with another bottle as well as another kiss.
“There’s blankets in the guest room, and snacks in the cabinet. Don’t light anything on fire.” Minato was mostly joking. Mostly.
Kazu chuckled, patting Minato on the head before his boyfriend shuffled out of reach. “Night, babe.”
The sun was barely up when Minato’s alarm went off. Such was the bane of working at a shop that served breakfast. He crawled out of bed with a yawn and shuffled into the kitchen, sticking a bagel in the toaster before going to check on Kazu. A gentle knock sent the guest room door swinging open; it had apparently been left ajar. Min sighed morosely as he scanned the room - the bed was empty, and the window wide open. He’d hoped Kazu was past the days of sneaking off in the night, but he’d always been a little too optimistic.
Shuffling over to the window, Minato fought with it for a minute as he tried to get it closed. The damn thing loved to stick, and after a few minutes of struggling and grumbling, he gave up. “Fine! Stay open. I don’t care.” He huffed, turning to walk away.
“Havin’ some trouble down there?”
Min nearly jumped out of his skin as a familiar voice echoed from above him. It was too early for this supernatural bullshit. “Kazu-chan? A… are you a ghost?” His tone wavered between frightened and incredulous.
The dark-haired young man laughed. “Nah, I’m on the roof.”
Now Minato was a little irked. “What the hell are you doing up there?”
“Ya don’t like it when I smoke inside.”
“Well… but… I mean… No, I don’t, but why the roof?”
“I felt like it.” Kazu gave less fucks than an ugly nun that lived alone.
Minato sighed deeply, realizing he wasn’t going to get a logical answer out of his maniac of a boyfriend. “Well, why don’t you come inside? I’m making breakfast, I can make you something.”
“Nah, I’d rather stay up here.”
“But it’s cold, and damp…”
“Nah,” Kazu insisted, “I’m fine.”
“But inside it’s warm, and there’s food.”
“Nope, totally fine.”
There was a long moment of silence before Minato snickered. “You can’t get down, can you?”
“I’m up here cause I wanna be.” Kazu’s tone was more stubborn now, like he was trying to convince himself.
“You are absolutely stuck.” Minato was now leaning against the windowsill, smirking.
Kazu huffed, “I am not!”
“Alright. If you say so. I’m gonna go get breakfast then. You can come down when you want to.” Minato laughed, starting to head back inside.
“No, don’t go!” Kazu did a terrible job of masking the urgency and embarrassment in his voice.
Minato peeked back out the window, grinning broadly. “Why not?”
I sometimes think Kazu wants to come across dumb so people underestimate him...?
You wish he was that multilayered and clever. That’s not at all the case, though. He comes across as dumb because he’s uneducated as all hell and can barely form a proper sentence in English. He isn’t even that good at speaking/reading Japanese. He’s super smart, but he’s borderline illiterate, and lacks lots of basic knowledge, because he’s literally never gone to school.