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A Conversation Between Kazama and Shiranui
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From beyond the walls came the muffled sounds of life, the distant laughter of some people from the nearby inns, the muted clatter of dishes being cleared away by workers, the quick clatter of cups being placed by a hurried hand, a burst of laughter rose from the steet, then faded, replaced by a grumble of someone scolding another person and then a bark of few distant dogs. A cough or a murmur from men gathered not far from where they sat. Every so often, a door slid shut with a loud thud, or footsteps creaked over the wooden floor.
A pair of voices drifted of men arguing in low tones, their words blurred but sharp with irritation.
Kazama sat upright, while Shiranui sprawled more loosely, one of his knees bent, one of his arms draped over it.
Shiranui: “You sleep like a man who doesn’t fear anyone walking in with a blade.”
Kazama: “Because I don’t.”
Shiranui: “Must be nice. As for me, I don’t mind the thought of someone trying as that gives me an excuse to spill blood.”
Kazama: “Wasteful.”
Shiranui: “To be honest, I thought you’d keep playing nurse all day.”
Kazama: “You’re loud.”
Shiranui: “I’d say you’re quiet now, so, how’s your little guest? Still breathing?”
Kazama: “She’s very exhausted. She rarely eats. ”
Shiranui: “ I'm curious how long you’ll keep dragging her around like a bundle, she slows you down.”
Kazama: “She isn’t slowing me and even if she were, you don’t get to ask.”
Shiranui: “I just did. Don’t tell me you’re hoping she’ll warm up to you one day. ”
Kazama: “You waste breath. You think it matters whether she warms to me?”
Shiranui (a low whistle, amused) : “ You dress it up nice, but it still sounds like you want her eyes on you. Because you could have left her for someone else to take her to the Kazama village. “
Kazama: “Wasteful talk.”
Shiranui: “Maybe you are right.”
Kazama: “This house is quite safe.”
Shiranui: “Almost sounds like sentiment.”
Kazama: “not sentiment but clarification. “
Shiranui: “Sounds like an excuse for a long nap.”
Kazama: “The winds are still shifting. Maybe it will snow again. ”
Shiranui: “ The weather is not a rival to the general. I say let it storm because men fight better with cold in their bones.”
Kazama: “It's reckless to rely on discomfort to sharpen oneself.”
Shiranui: “Spoken like a man who’s never starved a day in his life. You know what hunger makes? Teeth, claws and survival.”
Kazama: “ Neither of us ever starved. Maybe only Chizuru starved among the three of us here. But you know better, we faced something different years ago.”
Shiranui: “Still, the other clans won’t see it your way because the word is that the human world stirs again and old grudges don’t die easily.”
Kazama: “Let them stir. They won't ever stop doing what they are doing, not yet.”
Shiranui : “We Oni remain restrained but restraint is not softness. Restraint is the choice to strike at the right moment instead of wasting the blade on air.”
Kazama: “Couldn't agree more.”
Shiranui: “Mortals or not, humans took more lives than anyone can admit. They nearly cut down a baby Chizuru years ago, too. Kudos didn't ever forget that.”
Kazama: “ Kodo's plan is a child’s game. The clans endure because we strike where it matters.”
Shiranui: “Maybe but speaking of Chizuru, I’d kill Saitō Hajime in front of that girl without hesitation if I were you.”
Kazama: “Maybe you would. “
Shiranui: “Wouldn’t I? You know me well, Kazama. Orders or no orders, when I smell blood, I don’t always wait. One day, you’ll see I don’t make claims I can’t enforce”
Kazama: “Good for you.”
Shiranui: “Strange, isn’t it? We’re meant to be the oni that are feared by humans and obeyed by our own kind. Yet here we sit, waiting on orders like errand boys.”
Kazama: “We are not errand boys, we are guardians of our bloodline. Discipline is the reason the Kazama clan has not rotted like the Yukimura clan that Kodo is so desperate to rebuild.”
Shiranui barked a short laugh, but his eyes remained sharp.
Shiranui: “Discipline? You mean chains. You think the councils and their endless rules keep us strong? They’re cowards, Kazama. They only whisper about ‘balance with humans’ every now and then.”
Kazama: “Balance is strategy, even humans understand this. It's only a matter of time.”
Shiranui: “I’d rather be a beast than a chained dog even though I know there's no need to intervene while humans do everything I don't need to do.”
Kazama: “Then you wake up one day and realize you have no sense of self anymore just like Kodo.”
Shiranui: “Comparing me to Kodo is a rough stretch.”
Shiranui: “Humans grow bolder each night. It's a matter of time before one day Oni mirrors humans, too. Or humans' hunger for blood had cost them everything by that time.”
A pause.
Shiranui: “About that Oni woman —”
Kazama: “Chizuru is not a jest as she carries important Oni blood.”
Shiranui: “Important? Or convenient? You think the council cares about her as a person?”
Kazama: “After all, her bloodline must not be wasted.”
Shiranui: “Don’t dress it up. Don’t pretend it’s mercy when it’s only politics.”
Kazama: “You think in terms of conquest and lust.”
Shiranui: “Fear works better. Ask the Shinsengumi boy I nearly gutted in front of her. The look in her eyes that night, you didn't get to see it. Sooner or later, she’ll shatter.”
Shiranui: “ So I must add, you are acting reckless by leaving your door unbarred and your blade sheathed while you sleep.”
Kazama: “If someone wishes to test themselves, they can try. Steel in the night doesn’t trouble me.”
Shiranui: “Or is it that little girl in your room that makes you soft? Even you must know, someone could walk straight through your shoji door or window, and you wouldn’t stir.”
Kazama: “To be honest, her presence is a strange soothing thing. Even after the chaos, she sits near and the air is calmer in spite of her own thoughts and emotions.”
Shiranui: “Soothing? That’s dangerous, Kazama. A man who sleeps soundly in such circumstances is a man with his throat exposed.”
Kazama: “Then let them come to give it a try. “
Shiranui: “ I don’t know if it's a weakness or a sense of vulnerability or something worse but if she’s what steadies you right now, she’ll also be what breaks you.”
Kazama: “That is not for the humans or other Oni clawing at the walls of our Oni villages to consider. ”
Shiranui: “You ever wonder, Kazama, why humans even try to reach for power like ours so desperately, and still, here we are, bound by rules?”
Kazama: “Because sometimes we wield force like a blade without a hilt, it cuts us as much as it cuts our enemy. Such a trait fits them well.”
Shiranui: “Hilt or no hilt, it’s thrilling to see it bite and humans chase that thrill while calculation is neither fear nor folly. Humans fail at that.”
Shiranui leans back, the firelight catching in his eyes in the winter air and silence stretches between them.
Shiranui: “About that Oni woman, tell me, Kazama, did she come willingly, or was she simply swept along unconscious by your hand?”
Kazama: “It matters only a little, she followed because circumstances demanded it as will is irrelevant when survival is at its stake.”
Shiranui: “So she didn't come willingly. How about traveling with her, watching her, guiding her, did that stir something, even if a little flicker of something?”
Kazama: “Not really.”
Kazama denied flatly.
Shiranui: “Moments ago, you said her presence is soothing.”
Kazama: “Two different things. She's just gentle like that.“
Shiranui: “ Are you truly fine with it? With taking a wife who despises you?”
Kazama: “Her hatred is irrelevant right now.”
Shiranui: “Irrelevant? No thought that it could complicate your lull? If i were you, I would bring her to the Oni village but never marry her. Tell me, while she travels with you, has she ever spoken of Saitō in your presence? Surely you’ve noticed how tension flickers when certain names arise. Even if she refrains, it must weigh on her mind and on yours.”
Kazama: “If her memories linger, it is her burden to bear, not mine.”
Shiranui: “So even the ghost of Saitō, even her thoughts of him, do not pierce that armor of yours?”
Shiranui: “Cold and ruthless, I suppose that is why she follows you whether she wants to or not.”
Shiranui: “So she’s silent about Saitō, refraining from the past, but tell me, Kazama, what if she didn’t? What if she finally snapped and lashed out at you? What would you do then? Don't tell me you would just let her claw at you. Doesn’t it burn, to think the woman at your side might loathe you enough to raise her hand?”
Kazama: “You speak like I ever harmed her.”
Shiranui: “One day, Kazama, you may find that a partner's lash cuts deeper than any blade and when it does we’ll see if you still call yourself unshaken.”
Silence as Kazama ignores his remark.
Shieanui: “You know, Kazama, sometimes I wonder if it were me instead of you, if I were the one to marry that girl.”
Kazama: “A useless thought experiment.”
Shiranui: “Maybe, but I’d handle it differently. I wouldn’t waste time with all that silence, that stiff, noble composure you wear like armor. I’d let her rage, let her hate, let her spit venom if she needs, better a fire than a sculpture at my side.”
Kazama: “Then I say you mistake indulgence for strength, a private household cannot be governed by tantrums.”
Shiranui: “See, that’s your problem, you want a relationship that’s a fortress, but me? I’d want her alive even if she fought me every day, at least I’d know she was real and I rather battle her myself. At least we battle each other mutually and we are both alive. I would watch her hate me, watch her try to run and maybe I’d chase her down, maybe I wouldn’t, but I wouldn’t watch her eyes turning dull, I wouldn’t stand that. Fire outlives iron.”
Kazama: “I say, save your words for later.”
Shiranui: “Your midset might work at the council, but under your own roof? You think a house can stand if it feels like another battlefield? In that case, son’t be surprised when it feels like politics, endlessly bleeding the life out of everyone in it”
Kazama: “Better a fortress that endures than a home that burns itself to ash.”
Shiranui: “Spoken like a man who’s never known the difference.”
For a moment Kazama said nothing, only the faint narrowing of his eyes betraying any reaction that could come from him.
Shiranui: “Tell me, when you return from your councils, do you even imagine her there, waiting for you?”
Kazama: “She will remain, that is enough.”
Shiranui: “One day you’ll wake and find that ‘enough’ isn’t enough, not for her, not even for you. I say it again, take her to the Oni village but do not marry her. Let someone else do.”
Shiranui: “Say you do get your child, What then? You think a child grows strong in a house where the mother hates the father? You think that kid won’t taste the cold every time she looks at you? Children aren’t born loyal to blood, Kazama, they’re born loyal to warmth. If all you give her is silence, don’t be surprised when your own son or daughter looks at you and sees only a stranger.”
Kazama: “I would raise them to respect me, to know their place.”
Shiranui: “Respect? You mean fear. You can beat fear into a child, sure, but you’ll never win their heart with it. You’ll sit in your fortress with your perfect order, and the heir you wanted will grow up longing to escape. Maybe they’ll obey you, but deep down? They’ll resent you. They’ll resent the house you built. And one day, when you’re old, you’ll look at that child and realize you just raised a ghost who already left you.”
Kazama’s fingers twitched faintly against the hilt at his side.
Shiranui: “Don’t fool yourself, Kazama. Politics makes sense in the council hall because men can pretend loyalty. But in a house? In bed? In a child’s eyes? You can’t rule that with politics.”
Finally, Kazama spoke
Kazama: “You waste your words.”
Shiranui: “Maybe, or maybe you’ll learn when the fortress you’re building gives you nothing but silence in return.”
Shiranui pressed again.
Shiranui: “Picture it, a little one the quick clatter of cups being stacked by a hurried hand. A burst of laughter rose, then faded, replaced by a grumble of someone scolding another her eyes, that child clings to her, not to you because she’s the one who feeds, who comforts, who soothes nightmares. And you? You’re the distant figure in the corner that is always watching and very early on they’re old enough to understand, who do you think they’ll stand with? The mother who suffers beside them in silence, or the father who never once let them feel warmth?”
Kazama’s jaw flexed, just a fraction, but it was enough for Shiranui to press harder.
Shiranui: “You’ll get a child who acts loyal in front of you and curses you behind your back. You’ll find yourself wondering why such a thing happened and you’ll only blame fate, but the truth is simple, you built a house colder than steel, and expected a child to grow roots in ice.”
A long silence stretched before Kazama finally spoke.
Kazama: “A father must be more than warmth, a father must be strong especially in a world like this. It will not only be its mother who suffers, I will suffer, too.”
Shiranui: “Without trust, strength looks like tyranny.”
Shiranui: “Just remember, Kazama, a house that breeds silence dies from within.”
At last, something in Kazama’s tone and personality shifted.
Kazama: “You speak as though the fault lies in me, but you forget the root of it. If Chizuru had not been torn from our world, raised among humans, soaked in their weakness, she would not recoil at my hand. She would not look at me as though I were some executioner. She would have known from the beginning what it meant to stand beside me. There would have been no walls to tear down.”
Shiranui : “So it’s the humans’ fault she can’t love you, is that it? Not the fact that you treat her like a pawn?”
Kazama: “I treat her the way I should treat her, with the promise of a fortunate future beside me. What you call distance is duty. But the humans, the humans poisoned her. They made her a creature divided, suspicious of the very bond that should bring her peace. Had she been raised safely among us, she would not hate me. She would not tremble in my presence. She would not look elsewhere for warmth.”
Shiranui: “Maybe or maybe you’d still be standing here, convincing yourself that silence is the same as devotion.”
A moment of tense silence.
Shiranui: “You speak of humans of molding her fears, but blood ties or clan rank do not compel the heart. What if she never warms to you, even raised among your kind? Are you prepared for that possibility?”
Kazama: “Then they would have failed where humans did. The heart may resist, yes, but the distance humans forced, created a chasm no mere reluctance could match.”
Shiranui : “And if she still rejects you? Even if the humans had never interfered, even if she had been raised among Oni, what then? Would you still see her as a tool for your line, rather than a person in her own right?”
Kazama: “Humans are the architects of that rejection. They instilled fear, doubt, and defiance where understanding should have been. Without their interference, the path would have been clear.”
Shiranui: “So the problem isn’t you, but It’s only the humans always. They alone are to blame for every failure of the heart.”
Kazama: “Yes, they alone, their separation, their lies, their feeble ways, humans have ensured she will never see what she could have seen before. My only fault is existing in the shadow of their errors.”
Shiranui: “And if one day you are proven wrong? If the child of your bloodline turns against you, whose fault will that be?”
Kazama: “Still theirs, humans taught her to doubt. My hand is steady, the only fault lies in what she was given before she even reached me.”
Shiranui: “So, even if she resists, even if she never comes willingly, you will maintain this cold certainty? That the only villain is the human world?”
Kazama: “Yes, until the day she sees my reason, until the day humans stop standing between what could have been, the fault is theirs, not mine, but only and only theirs.”
The silence that followed was thick, Shiranui’s grin remained, but it was tempered now, the amusement gone.
As for Kazama, a tremor of doubt was which Shiranui planted remained.
Shiranui: “Hmph, ll this talk of duty, bloodlines, and humans, it's exhausting, isn’t it? Sometimes I wonder if we’re chasing ghosts rather than living.”
Kazama: “Perhaps, the weight of the clan, the councils, the humans, It is tiresome, even I must admit, it wears on the spirit.”
Shiranui: “Exactly, a rare confession from Kazama. So, tell me, when all this chaos ends, what do you plan? Sit in your hall polishing your blade until the next war comes knocking? Or do you have something less grim in mind?”
Kazama: “Less grim, perhaps, I have considered retreating from it all for a brief span. Even I require some calm.”
Shiranui: “Calm, huh? You and your sharp edges hiding in a quiet room sounds almost peaceful, maybe I’ll join you or at least, take a moment where I don’t have to prod, plot, or bleed.”
Kazama: “Perhaps we both could even if only briefly. There is a thing in moments where the body does not tense for conflict.”
Shiranui: “Hah..Moments, fleeting as they are, I’ll take them. Maybe tomorrow we’ll sit in the cold, let the cold wind hit our faces, watch the world keep spinning while we do nothing for once. You, me, a rare truce with life.”
Kazama allowed the faintest hint of a smile.
Kazama: “Yes, perhaps that is something worth considering. Even I can acknowledge the necessity of a time where the weight of all else can be set aside.”
Shiranui: “Good, then it’s settled, at least. One day, we’ll see if even we can learn the art of doing nothing without sharpening a blade at the same time.”
Shiranui: “You know, for all the plotting, scheming, and bloodshed, I sometimes forget how quiet it can get when there’s no one trying to kill us, or at least no one getting in the way.”
Kazama didn’t smile, but his voice carried less coldness.
Kazama: “Silence allows the mind to just rest. Even the strongest steel must be cooled.”
Shiranui: “Hah and yet, you polish it constantly anyway. Even in your sleep, I wouldn’t be surprised if you sharpened your blade in dreams.”
Kazama: [a small incline of the head] “We can not rest entirely, the body may pause, but the mind must remains, that is all.”
Shiranui: “Oh, spare us such a lecture. Sometimes, you need to do nothing, sit in the snow, drink tea, watch the river, absolutely nothing.”
Kazama: “I have considered it, perhaps a walk through the gardens, a moment to feel the cold wind without thinking of anything.”
Shiranui: “Hmph, rare, but we’d do well to try it. Even I, find solace in that.”
Kazama: “Even I do.”
Shiranui: “See? There’s hope for you yet, Kazama.”
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I'm not into scrolling Tumblr at all. But I have the same problem — my brain is all awake while thinking of the plot and when I start writing I feel sleepy
you know what’s really rude and annoying and infuriating all at once?
sitting down to write, and my brain immediately going “nap time” mode.
like. no. what do you mean you’re sleepy now?? what do you mean you’re all awake when we’re scrolling on tumblr but shut down when it’s time to write?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? WE’VE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE ALL DAY—
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How many hours a day Elon Musk most likely spends on phone?
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Fanfic writing is 50% actually writing and 50% staring at the screen whispering ‘how do words work again’?
It is also:
10% googling “synonyms for said”
15% contemplating your life choices
20% changing one sentence 37 times and then changing it back
25% “research” (aka wikipedia rabbit hole until 4am)
30% crying because the scene was better in your head
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I'm just so exhausted and I need lots of rest
I want to sleep a lot
I keep returning to writing, but I must stop and rest
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On hiatus: Focusing fully on very difficult medical exams.
Will be back once I’m through this intense period.
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I have a mountain of notes to memorize for exams.
But I can't stop daydreaming about my drafts, my favorite characters, and what they do next 💔💔
I'm overwhelmed
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Waiting for 8 pm to post my work
It's 9 am. right now 💔
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Waiting for Friday Night to post my new chapter
Why time passes so slowly 😫😫😫😫
What the hell can I do while waiting?
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Announcement 🌸
If you’ve ever sent me a private message on Tumblr and didn’t get a reply while I seemed active elsewhere, it’s only because I sometimes log out of Tumblr to focus on fanfic drafts i write.
I usually log back in when I get an email notification that someone commented or sent an ask.
I never intentionally ignore DMs.
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I cut it again 🌸😍❤️🔥❤️🔥
Made it shorter ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
It's wet in the image below 🌸🌸

Just something gentle today, trying to appreciate the small things like how my hair turned out 💫
Have been liking my clips lately


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A little Thoughts on Chizuru’s Medical Background
I’ve always wondered why Chizuru, who loved medicine with her whole heart, suddenly turns her back on it in some Hakuouki routes.
This is the girl who worked at the Kodo clinic, who studied Dutch only so she could read modern medical texts, this is Chizuru who threw herself into a field that was rare and difficult for women of her time (i hate to say that but i still had to) .
For years, medicine was part of her, and then, it’s just gone.
Was it because the work became overwhelming? Because she saw too much suffering, she couldn’t heal? We know how beautifully and uniquely emotional Chizuru is .
I can’t help but think about this as someone who’s a 6th year medical student myself (intern student), because even with the very expensive hospitals, advanced tools, and one of the best universities in the region, there are days when it all feels like too much and you consider quitting, When the weight of what you can’t fix sits heavier than all the affection you can provide.
I have studied for years before stepping into the hospital, but Chizuru was 16 years old while she was working at Kodo's clinic
Maybe for Chizuru, it wasn’t a choice.
Remember, she lost the clinic, her safe place, and her foster father.
She lost access to the books, tools, and mentors that gave her the ability to continue.
She was thrown into war, grief, and displacement, often in places where a woman practicing Dutch medicine would be unwelcome (⬅️I really hated saying this, but I still had to)
And maybe, after all that, she didn’t have the space in her heart to keep going. Not because she stopped loving medicine, but because the world took it away from her piece by piece, until all she could do was survive.
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Waiting for 8 pm to post my new chapters
It is 6 am New York time right now
A medical student passing by 🌸☺️
I love my newest chapters because I put my medical knowledge into it
That was such a joy 🌸
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I don’t know why, but one thing that made me love Chizuru even more, especially after watching Hakuouki SSL, is her silent obsession with the color pink. 💖🌸
Someone (named Metalhen) told me about over a year ago that one of Chizuru’s favorite things was pink and everything pink, but I don’t think I really understood how deep that was until the last few months
Watching her in SSL and seeing her room, the way it’s surrounded by soft pink and delicate tone made me realize just how much she loves it.
I think she really loves pink and finds it soothing and comforting.
And I don’t know why, but that just makes me love her even more. 🌸💞
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The Squidgame 3 fanworks are ruining my experience of watching Squid Game 😅💔💔😭
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Why does the Hakuouki music hits differently when you really know the story
In my opinion, it’s not just background music, not when you’ve lived with these characters in your head for a long enough time to feel what they can’t say. That's what I think
In my belief, the Hakuouki OST doesn’t just set a mood, but i believe it remembers.
It holds the weight of "grief," survival, restrained longing, and the kind of love that hurts just by existing.
For me, it's not just pretty, but it’s an ache.
It's a quiet echo of all the things Chizuru buried.
I don’t just hear it, but i absorb it.
And if I’ve ever rewritten canon in my mind because the silence between them said more than the game's script allowed, then it’s my soundtrack too.
It’s not just beautiful, but It hurts beautifully.
That’s the reason why I keep coming back to it 🌸🌸❤️🔥❤️🔥💕💕💞💞🍂🍂🍁🍁🍁
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