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Kazuo DeLuca
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“Such a beautiful boy, filled with so much sin.”
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Kazuo DeLuca
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“Such a beautiful boy, filled with so much sin.”
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BASIC INFORMATION
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LEGAL NAME: Kazuo ████████, DeLuca
GIVEN NAME(S):
| > ♔ ‘Kaz’
| > ♔ DeLuca
| > ♔ ███
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GENDER: Male
ETHNICITY: Italian / English
AGE: 27
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
DOB: 15.08.1996
POB: Karakura, Japan
ZODIAC: Leo
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GIVEN NAME(S):
| > ♔ ‘Kaz’
| > ♔ DeLuca
| > ♔ ███
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GENDER: Male
ETHNICITY: Italian / English
AGE: 27
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
DOB: 15.08.1996
POB: Karakura, Japan
ZODIAC: Leo
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OCCUPATION: Lead Reporter of the Karakura News, Ordained Minister
HOBBIES: Photography, writing
CRIMINAL RECORD:
2nd Degree Murder, Manslaughter
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HOBBIES: Photography, writing
CRIMINAL RECORD:
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IN-DEPTH INFORMATION
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“Tell me, Father, which to ask for forgiveness for:
What I am, or what I’m not?
Tell me, Mother, which should I regret:
What I became, or what I did not?”
| > ♔- Remarked to be known as ambitious, reaching new heights to achieve their personal goals, whether for profit or for the sheer pleasure of it. The idea of laws, traditions, or even codes is absolute. They pursue whatever they deem necessary in the given moment.
MBTI: ESTP-A
PERSONALITY: ‘Corrupted Child’| > ♔- Especially with his career, ‘Kaz’ can be perceived as quite the extroverted person, mingling in diverse crowds and quickly gaining the ability to interact with each individual. By most, he’s perceived as hot-headed and quick-witted - but is there anything better than a simple ruse?
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When it comes down to the facts and figures, his disdain for people is immense, disliking most who cross his path. His extroverted personality is a charade created to aid him in situations. One look into the boy's eyes and one thing is clear - if it was up to him, he’d love to see Karakura burn. Most of his time is filled with subduing his desire to █████.
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KEY PERSONALITY TRAITS:
| > ♔- Confident, Dishonest, Manipulative, Sarcastic
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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
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"Isn’t all that rage so ugly?
And isn’t it mine, still? Dear god, isn’t it mine?"
| > ♔- The young adult before you was about 6'2 tall with a lean, defined stature. His hair was unkempt and looked like a beadhead
with wild strands of hair curling over his eye and in random directions. From the way he stood, 'Kaz' appeared fiercely confident and arrogant, always donning a sly grin on his lips. A lit cigarette was casually tucked between his lips, resulting in the smell of tobacco and smoke, mixed with his usual cologne, to permeate from him.
There was something about being near him that just screamed . . threat?
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GENERAL ATTIRE:
| > ♔- ‘Kaz’ usually wears two specific colors. Red or black. Those two colors are the only variety in his wardrobe, accompanying him in dark suits, dress shirts, or casual leather jackets. He sometimes wears silver rings, necklaces, or even piercings when in the mood for it.
Always apart was a special-fitted black sleeve, which he wore only on his right arm.
NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS:
| > ♔- When not covered by his sleeve, the sight of his right arm could be seen as disturbing to some. From fingertip to shoulder, the skin would be oddly healed, almost leathery, after having an incident with fire - where he received 3rd-degree burns. His own mind created phantom pain each time his arm was grazed, resulting in him covering it up.
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VOICE:
| > ♔- ‘Kaz’ doesn’t have the deepest voice, but neither the lightest; it’s found itself in an agreeable middle ground. Most of the time, he doesn’t correctly say certain words, shortening them as he speaks - but if he gets mad enough, you can hear a hint of an Italian accent.
IRL ref: CLICK HERE.
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EXTRA INFORMATION
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"Fake it till you make it.”
| > ♔- He’s a heavy smoker, so 90% of the time, you can see him with a cigarette in hand
| > ♔- ‘Kaz’ tends to scratch at the side of his neck when stressed. Resulting in general nail-shaped redness stretching down his neck.
| > ♔- He swears like a sailor & tends to not care who he swears at
PHYSICAL / PSYCHOLOGICAL ISSUES:
| > ♔- He’s a walking red flag; take a hot guess
| > ♔- Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD) - Sociopathy
| > ♔- Insomnia
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FUN FACTS:
| > ♔- ‘Kaz’ was one of the first College Jocks
| > ♔- He is severely allergic to cats & cannot stand being near them
| > ♔- Kazuo is well-versed in reading people’s emotions through expressions and gestures
| > ♔- Out of all the reporters, ‘Kaz’ may be the boss, but he remains one of the youngest
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RELATIONS
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"I am who I am in spite of you."
| > ♔ FAMILY |
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If there is one person ‘Kaz’ would risk his life for, it’s her. She may not be his real mother, but she’s always acted it - always carried him the extra few meters to the finish line.
Lorenza Sturm; ‘Adopted’ Sibling ; ‘Pain in the ass’ ~ “She’s worse than I was.”
The two share quite a resemblance in personality. People usually worry that they’ll strangle each other when they are at it. But, surprisingly, they’re quite the duo.
The two share quite a resemblance in personality. People usually worry that they’ll strangle each other when they are at it. But, surprisingly, they’re quite the duo.
Irina Lei ; ‘Step-Mother’ ; ‘Irina’ “Old woman.”
‘Kaz’ and Irina have a fun relationship, filled with banter between the two. He respects her immensely and will be protective over her being. He’d do a lot to keep his family’s happiness intact.
Elias Sturm ; ‘Cousin’ ; ‘Elly’ “Brother from another mother.”‘Kaz’ and Irina have a fun relationship, filled with banter between the two. He respects her immensely and will be protective over her being. He’d do a lot to keep his family’s happiness intact.
One of the family members, ‘Kaz,’ had become close to after being practically raised by the Sturm family. The two share a close bond and strong loyalty towards each other. Between the two, they only share a brain cell.
Ezio Calderón-DeLuca ; 'Brother' ; ~ “And the eagle has learned to fly.”
There's nothing like found family. Though their friendship started off with lies and deception, the two have grown fiercely loyal to each other. They are ready to drop everything if it means protecting the other in criminal or legal matters. One of the few people in Karakura who've seen what lies dormant underneath 'Kaz's' ruse, it has not hindered them from being each other's shoulder in difficult times.
Yamato DeLuca-Hanazono ; 'Brother' ; ~ "Cone."
In most cases, it takes Kazuo a while to trust someone—a warm-up phase, one could say. Over time, the two have become familiar with each other, and a strong sense of loyalty has formed. All DeLuca brothers seem to share a similar sense of sanity and morals.
Yamato feeds Kazuo's sweet tooth and reminds him to commit to human needs like eating and sleeping. They've also shared quite the time, totally not being criminals.
Calico O’Sullivan ; Girlfriend; ‘Cal’ ~ “Don't ask me how I did it.”
Their relationship has evolved, with Calico becoming Kazuo's first official relationship in many years. The two still share quite a relationship, filled with banter. The two work it out even with evident issues, such as Kaz's inability to commit properly. She's one of the few where Kazuo can be 'Kaz'.
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Mi Akihito; Friend ; ~ “Lil Arsonist.”
The two met through some weird coincidence and now have a mentoring/big brother relationship. Since meeting the young Akihito, Kazuo has seen parts of him in her. His biggest wish was that Mi wouldn’t turn out like he did. But teaching her about arson didn’t help that plan.
Naomi Inoue ; Friend ; ‘Doc’ ~ "I'm not someone people find worthy to stick around for."
The two have quite an interesting relationship! Kazuo approached the man for psychological help, and since then, a friendship has blossomed between them. 'Kaz' has finally found someone who understands him.
Eli Zennix ; Acquaintance ; ~ “And to think we hated each other once!”
Eli and Kazuo met early on, during ‘Kaz’s’ reporter career in Karakura. One of their first meet-ups was ‘Kaz’ threatening him, but their friendship has evolved since then. Kaz will occasionally go to Eli for some advice! Also really enjoys it when Eli bakes a delicious cake.
Silvio Russo; Nemesis? ; ~ “My gay thing!”
Born out of spite. ‘Kaz’ initially didn’t know of Silvio’s existence. Till he chose to comment on his smoking habits! This has barreled into ‘Kaz’ pretending Silvio is his secret gay lover in an attempt to embarrass him in front of everyone he knows! ‘Kaz’ doesn’t know much about Silvio, and he’s been just going along with it for his sheer amusement and how angry Silvio gets.
Lori Akihito ; Former Interest ; ~ "You have nothing I could ever want."
A former fling, that was heavily judged by Kazuo's close family. Though at first being manipulated, he quickly turned the tables. After an awful turn in their relationship, it all came. .crashing down. The two haven't spoken since, but 'Kaz' showed Lori what can happen if she gets on his bad side. Honestly, he pities her.
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"You can't follow the rules if those have been long forgotten."
Karakura Police Department ; Strong Dislike
‘Kaz’ may have been born to a family of law enforcement officers, but this doesn’t mean much to him. He believes officers only follow the law until it becomes inconvenient. 50% of the past commissioners. (Pew Pew)
Government Faction ; Dislikes
‘Kaz’ has always had a rocky relationship with authority and all those who work for it. Though he favors it when corruption seeps through the Government, he’ll accept working alongside it. Just don’t expect him to do anything out of good faith.
Hospital Faction ; Neutral
He sees how they’ve improved over the years and aren’t the dumpster fire they used to be. But he does have a strong dislike for the faction's psychiatric department.
School Faction ; Neutral
He got good grades and had a pretty nice school life – jock and all. He just wonders how some teachers & professors still have a job there. And why do they allow so many sports teams to go on stabbing sprees?
Shrine Faction ; Neutral
Kazuo has nothing against the shrine nor anything overly positive. He appreciates at least one other smaller faction thriving as well and enjoys the peace and quiet the monastery offers. The shrine holds a few negative memories, and well, religion was never in his interest. Nonetheless, he finds the way they conduct it open and friendly.
News Faction ; Positive
Kazuo runs the News Station and the faction; now, he isn’t the nicest boss in the world, but he’d defend each of his reporters if there was cause for concern.Except for Aoi, he was an exception.
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"You can't follow the rules if those have been long forgotten."
Karakura Police Department ; Strong Dislike
‘Kaz’ may have been born to a family of law enforcement officers, but this doesn’t mean much to him. He believes officers only follow the law until it becomes inconvenient. 50% of the past commissioners. (Pew Pew)
Government Faction ; Dislikes
‘Kaz’ has always had a rocky relationship with authority and all those who work for it. Though he favors it when corruption seeps through the Government, he’ll accept working alongside it. Just don’t expect him to do anything out of good faith.
Hospital Faction ; Neutral
He sees how they’ve improved over the years and aren’t the dumpster fire they used to be. But he does have a strong dislike for the faction's psychiatric department.
School Faction ; Neutral
He got good grades and had a pretty nice school life – jock and all. He just wonders how some teachers & professors still have a job there. And why do they allow so many sports teams to go on stabbing sprees?
Shrine Faction ; Neutral
Kazuo has nothing against the shrine nor anything overly positive. He appreciates at least one other smaller faction thriving as well and enjoys the peace and quiet the monastery offers. The shrine holds a few negative memories, and well, religion was never in his interest. Nonetheless, he finds the way they conduct it open and friendly.
News Faction ; Positive
Kazuo runs the News Station and the faction; now, he isn’t the nicest boss in the world, but he’d defend each of his reporters if there was cause for concern.
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LORE
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"To have survived so many fires has meant no longer knowing if I was alive or, in fact, still burning."
SICILY ITALY (23 yrs old)
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The blaze was mirrored in his eyes as the flames stretched across the trimmed green grass and through the shattered windows, retracing the path of the gasoline that had been meticulously cast. It had been poured precisely where it was supposed to be.
The taste of smoke and fire soon greeted him as he closed his eyes to savor the comfort of the withering fire. Though he could feel the bustling crowd pressing against him to behold. To witness his masterpiece.
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FIVE DAYS BEFORE
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“Business or pleasure. .Mr. DeLuca?” the gruff man spoke as he once-overed his passport.
Kazuo offered the controller a relaxed smile, adjusting the handle of his backpack. “Pleasure- there’s that antique car auction happenin’ this weekend. ‘N I gotta see what they have.” The older man chuckled, the two sharing a quick – but forgettable conversation about their favorite car models and whether ‘Kaz’ was looking to buy or just window-shopping. Once pocketing his passport, he offered the retiree a quick nod but stopped dead in his tracks, interrupting his stride with an embarrassed smile. “Ya’know where I could get some good cigarettes?”
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THREE DAYS BEFORE
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His fingertips drummed against the steering wheel as music blared out of the speakers in the car. The pristine red color reflecting the sunlight all too well. He knew it was overly dramatic but saw no reason not to have fun. They don’t remember what he looks like, but it’ll be like seeing the ghost if they do. So, with one foot on the gas, cigarette lazily nestled between his lips, he sped off to his favorite location.
The crowd at the auction was busy, rich, and even richer people pushing against each other to get a glimpse of the all-exclusive cars – most probably illegally imported, he remarked to himself. He took a leisure gander around the lot, but he was searching for something. . . someone in particular. He remembers the make and model as if it were imprinted onto the back of his eyelids.
And then it hit him, that smell of the cigar, the low threatening chuckle that made him straighten his shoulders like a little soldier. ‘Kaz’ scanned the surrounding groups: tall, short, skinny, wide. . . bingo.
“You really think you can bid for this baby? She’s all for show. .”
“I am a rich, rich man! Do not test me.”
“I am rich; you are young. That is the difference – boy.” The man only had to raise a hand before men in black suits took their position by his side. “Get this child out of my sight. . . these types always ruin my experience. "
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SICILY ITALY (8 yrs old)
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“I do not understand. Why do we have to keep the bastard?!” an older voice practically squawked from behind the cracked door. The pouring and clinking of a glass followed as the voices continued – not even trying to hush their complaints. “If he was born in that shithole, he should stay there with his FATHER.”
“His father is with that who-” a fist slamming against the wood silenced the complaints in their track. A loud and deep sigh was followed by the loud creaking from the expensive leather chair, which made ‘Kaz’ cringe.
“Because the boy is good for business and surprisingly smart. He is not ours. He is theirs. Once he’s thirteen, he’ll fuck off back to my dear cousin. But for now – he is our problem.” The clink of glass interrupted his sentence. Smugness intertwined into his following sentence as he spoke; “- And we know how to deal with problems, don’t we. . . Sergio.”
Kazuo didn’t continue to listen to their conversation, his little legs carrying him back to his room.
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SICILY ITALY (23 yrs old)
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His eyes locked onto the man’s broad stature, the white one-piece suit, probably retrieved from the dry-cleaners this morning by his lackeys. ‘Kaz’ wanted them to see what that shunned child had become. He lingered amongst the other individuals, brushing against the crowd of shoulders before he landed up front and close to his prospect.
He felt the heat slowly rising in his chest, how the anger was slowly bubbling up inside of him - ready to take action, ready to fulfill that part of him that begged for revenge – but he had waited too long, too long to fuck it up. With a quick side-step, he averted his steps around the other side of the car, his eyes still focused. And it was almost like he could feel it; his shoulders rolled back, as his head snapped back – right into ‘Kaz’s’ direction, but he couldn’t notice him; it’s been ten years.
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THE NIGHT
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Kazuo’s shadowy figure stepped between the cracks of light admitting from the lampposts. A hoodie was pulled over his head, and a neatly knotted bandana rested over the bridge of his nose and tucked underneath his chin. ‘Kaz’ swayed his head back and forth, listening to the upbeat music he’d picked out in the car. His fingers slid over the handle of the gasoline canister in hand, gently pushing open the unlocked garden door, the rusted hinges quietly squeaking in its wake. .he held his breath. Eyes darting to the garden and the surrounding houses.
No lights flashed on, not even a murmur of someone speaking.
Just the beautiful lyrics by Frank Sinatra. The young adult danced across the path, feet shuffling against the dirt and gravel.
“And now, the end is here.”
His world fell into slow motion, moving to the music as he grabbed one of the other canisters. .
"Regrets, I’ve had a few.”
The yard was lightly illuminated as he opened the cap. .slowly crossing over the path leading through the gardens. Watching as the liquid joy flowed onto the trail, drenching the grounds.
“But then again too few to mention.”
And so it began. .Crossing over the large field, Kazuo poured down the liters and liters of gasoline across the paths from entry to exit. .even circling one of the many pillars which held the proud house.
“I planned each charted course.”
‘Kaz’ lazily tossed away the third canister. .dancing across the planes where he had once played catch. Where he had first scratched up his knee.
“I faced it all, and I stood tall.”
Where anger had settled itself into his gut and festered. And now, now it would burn the same way he had for so many years. The last canister emptied itself perfectly in front of the iron gate, facing towards the wooden doors of the villa. .
“For what is a man? What has he got?” Kazuo hummed, a giggle simmering underneath his breath. His body shifted through the shadows once more as he stood tall, eyes lingering across the different houses and between the streets, searching for any signs of life, life that would beg for him to stop. To leave.
But there was none to be found.
“Andddd let the record show I took all the blows and did it my wayyyy. .” his finger wrapped around the wooden splint, holding up the box; Kazuo slid the matchhead against the igniter, the comfort of its smell filling his senses. A pleased smile crept across his lips. “Yeah. .my way.” He lifted his hand up, flicking the match onto the poured path. .and it was instant.
The fire roared to life. .flames flickering wildly and uncontrolled, the heat swarming the area in minutes as it chased hungrily after its fuel. Kazuo watched with intent. His eyes were wide as it traced his fiery ritual.
Lights from the houses across flickered on. .doors began slamming open. .
Kazuo held back a laugh as he watched the lights flicker on in the villa. .and as shadows scurried between the rooms, their silhouettes moved frantically in the light. .before disappearing.
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SIX DAYS AFTER
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Kazuo hurriedly walked past the stands in the airport, moving between the crowds and giving vague apologies to those he bumped into. .Airports were always a maze and a half. Eventually, he finally stood before his gate. .where he took his seat. .eyes glancing between the people sharing his flight, something caught his attention. And his smile grew as his eyes skimmed across the article.
THREE DAYS BEFORE
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His fingertips drummed against the steering wheel as music blared out of the speakers in the car. The pristine red color reflecting the sunlight all too well. He knew it was overly dramatic but saw no reason not to have fun. They don’t remember what he looks like, but it’ll be like seeing the ghost if they do. So, with one foot on the gas, cigarette lazily nestled between his lips, he sped off to his favorite location.
The crowd at the auction was busy, rich, and even richer people pushing against each other to get a glimpse of the all-exclusive cars – most probably illegally imported, he remarked to himself. He took a leisure gander around the lot, but he was searching for something. . . someone in particular. He remembers the make and model as if it were imprinted onto the back of his eyelids.
And then it hit him, that smell of the cigar, the low threatening chuckle that made him straighten his shoulders like a little soldier. ‘Kaz’ scanned the surrounding groups: tall, short, skinny, wide. . . bingo.
“You really think you can bid for this baby? She’s all for show. .”
“I am a rich, rich man! Do not test me.”
“I am rich; you are young. That is the difference – boy.” The man only had to raise a hand before men in black suits took their position by his side. “Get this child out of my sight. . . these types always ruin my experience. "
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SICILY ITALY (8 yrs old)
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“I do not understand. Why do we have to keep the bastard?!” an older voice practically squawked from behind the cracked door. The pouring and clinking of a glass followed as the voices continued – not even trying to hush their complaints. “If he was born in that shithole, he should stay there with his FATHER.”
“His father is with that who-” a fist slamming against the wood silenced the complaints in their track. A loud and deep sigh was followed by the loud creaking from the expensive leather chair, which made ‘Kaz’ cringe.
“Because the boy is good for business and surprisingly smart. He is not ours. He is theirs. Once he’s thirteen, he’ll fuck off back to my dear cousin. But for now – he is our problem.” The clink of glass interrupted his sentence. Smugness intertwined into his following sentence as he spoke; “- And we know how to deal with problems, don’t we. . . Sergio.”
Kazuo didn’t continue to listen to their conversation, his little legs carrying him back to his room.
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SICILY ITALY (23 yrs old)
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His eyes locked onto the man’s broad stature, the white one-piece suit, probably retrieved from the dry-cleaners this morning by his lackeys. ‘Kaz’ wanted them to see what that shunned child had become. He lingered amongst the other individuals, brushing against the crowd of shoulders before he landed up front and close to his prospect.
He felt the heat slowly rising in his chest, how the anger was slowly bubbling up inside of him - ready to take action, ready to fulfill that part of him that begged for revenge – but he had waited too long, too long to fuck it up. With a quick side-step, he averted his steps around the other side of the car, his eyes still focused. And it was almost like he could feel it; his shoulders rolled back, as his head snapped back – right into ‘Kaz’s’ direction, but he couldn’t notice him; it’s been ten years.
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THE NIGHT
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Kazuo’s shadowy figure stepped between the cracks of light admitting from the lampposts. A hoodie was pulled over his head, and a neatly knotted bandana rested over the bridge of his nose and tucked underneath his chin. ‘Kaz’ swayed his head back and forth, listening to the upbeat music he’d picked out in the car. His fingers slid over the handle of the gasoline canister in hand, gently pushing open the unlocked garden door, the rusted hinges quietly squeaking in its wake. .he held his breath. Eyes darting to the garden and the surrounding houses.
No lights flashed on, not even a murmur of someone speaking.
Just the beautiful lyrics by Frank Sinatra. The young adult danced across the path, feet shuffling against the dirt and gravel.
“And now, the end is here.”
His world fell into slow motion, moving to the music as he grabbed one of the other canisters. .
"Regrets, I’ve had a few.”
The yard was lightly illuminated as he opened the cap. .slowly crossing over the path leading through the gardens. Watching as the liquid joy flowed onto the trail, drenching the grounds.
“But then again too few to mention.”
And so it began. .Crossing over the large field, Kazuo poured down the liters and liters of gasoline across the paths from entry to exit. .even circling one of the many pillars which held the proud house.
“I planned each charted course.”
‘Kaz’ lazily tossed away the third canister. .dancing across the planes where he had once played catch. Where he had first scratched up his knee.
“I faced it all, and I stood tall.”
Where anger had settled itself into his gut and festered. And now, now it would burn the same way he had for so many years. The last canister emptied itself perfectly in front of the iron gate, facing towards the wooden doors of the villa. .
“For what is a man? What has he got?” Kazuo hummed, a giggle simmering underneath his breath. His body shifted through the shadows once more as he stood tall, eyes lingering across the different houses and between the streets, searching for any signs of life, life that would beg for him to stop. To leave.
But there was none to be found.
“Andddd let the record show I took all the blows and did it my wayyyy. .” his finger wrapped around the wooden splint, holding up the box; Kazuo slid the matchhead against the igniter, the comfort of its smell filling his senses. A pleased smile crept across his lips. “Yeah. .my way.” He lifted his hand up, flicking the match onto the poured path. .and it was instant.
The fire roared to life. .flames flickering wildly and uncontrolled, the heat swarming the area in minutes as it chased hungrily after its fuel. Kazuo watched with intent. His eyes were wide as it traced his fiery ritual.
Lights from the houses across flickered on. .doors began slamming open. .
Kazuo held back a laugh as he watched the lights flicker on in the villa. .and as shadows scurried between the rooms, their silhouettes moved frantically in the light. .before disappearing.
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SIX DAYS AFTER
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Kazuo hurriedly walked past the stands in the airport, moving between the crowds and giving vague apologies to those he bumped into. .Airports were always a maze and a half. Eventually, he finally stood before his gate. .where he took his seat. .eyes glancing between the people sharing his flight, something caught his attention. And his smile grew as his eyes skimmed across the article.
He did, love being in the news.
Did I finally make a biography for my character of 4 years? Yes. .
ENJOY :D
ENJOY :D
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