Hi! I dare you all prompts on kazachi? Well you did say that:)
***Oh, Anon, you sneaky, sneaky person, you. I forgot to delete that ask meme. Oh, well. Enjoy!
Forty-seven questions. Holy shit, the scroll was fucking endless. But goddammit, Kazama had been alone long enough and the Oni matchmaker promised a compatible mate for him.
Number four: Are you tired right now? What kind of fucking question was this? Tired, like physically tired? He barely slept, tired would be an understatement. This whole process was tiring. He wrote down “yes.”
Number eighteen: When was the last time you smiled? A flash of Chizuru’s face entered his mind and Kazama shook his head like an annoying fly had been bothering him. No, forget about her, he told himself. She had rejected him, chose to stay with the human dogs instead of running away to his village with him.
Though he couldn’t blame her. His approach was atrocious. Fuck, he tried to kidnap her. Kidnap. Her. No, of course, she had no choice. Why would she runaway with him?
But those big brown eyes. Even when she scowled at him, Kazama fancied her face. His lips tugged into a smile. He wrote down “today.”
Number twenty-one: Who was the first person you talked to today? Of course Shiranui found a way to insert himself into Kazama’s narrative. The guy was a nuisance and popped up everywhere Kazama went. He wrote down “no one of importance.”
Number thirty: Do you fall for people easily? Kazama’s heart raced, and for a moment, he thought his chest would explode. If he put no, it wouldn’t be a lie. The truth was, he had fallen for Chizuru the first time he laid his red eyes on her. So, in a way, he did fall easily. Especially when it came to her. But could he fall in love again? With someone who was not Chizuru? He wrote down, “no.”
Number thirty-two: What’s the last thing you put in your mouth? He wrote down, “this kiseru,” and exhaled a long smoke.
He continued to read the list, scoffing in between questions that he found trivial or unimportant to answer when finding a mate.
Number forty-four: Have you ever had your heart broken? Fuck you, Chizuru. Fuck you, Chizuru. Fuck you. He nearly crumbled the scroll, spilling the inkwell as his hands slammed on the desk. It wasn’t worth it. Answering these questions were torturous, tearing him like he was made of paper. He was going to be alone forever.
He scrubbed his face and dragged his hand through his honey-blonde hair. He let out a long sigh, submitting his soul into the questionnaire. No, he didn’t want to be alone. Not now, not ever. He wrote down, “never.” Technically it wasn’t a lie. How could his heart break when it already melted when Chizuru came along? He touched his chest, letting whatever was left inside thump against his palm.
His eyes darted toward the bottom of the scroll. He was on the last question and he felt relieved to finally be done with this whole ordeal. He didn’t give a damn anymore. He’d marry whoever the matchmaker chose for him. It was time for him to move on.
Number forty-seven: Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them? That was the straw that broke the Oni camel’s back. Kazama crumbled the scroll and threw the paper into the trash bin.
He stormed out of his study room. A handmaiden approached him, and Kazama snapped his fingers at her. “Ready my travel bag and find Amagiri and Shiranui,” he ordered her. “I’ll be traveling to Kyoto for a few days. I have some unfinished business there.”
He was tired of being alone. But he was his own matchmaker and the only woman he wanted to marry was stuck in Kyoto. Shinsengumi scums be damned.