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Kazuha’s POV:
Fluffy balls of clouds, which could be mistaken for candyfloss, adorned the rosy flushed sky throughout Inazuma. The sun was tired, and was reaching the vermilion leaves on the tree, emphasizing the surroundings of yet another attractive sunset. A distinct figure finds an edge of a grassy cliff, and settles down, white locks swayed following a light breeze. Red follows, and the streak of hair adds to the calming environment surrounding him.
Kazuha hadn’t had time to reflect in so long. He missed the lush grass, listening to his environment, and understanding the stories of the wind. He missed being able to play the leaf or be able to share laughter with his old friend. A mix of sorrow and nostalgia fills the air, He despises the ever grand Raiden Shogun, dealing the last strike on his friend. He dislikes the new Laws, Introducing the vision hunt decree and He is disappointed that ‘hiding’ his vision was the new normal for many. Does he want everything to change? Of course not. Inazuma is the land of eternity. The only way to ensure eternity is to protect what needs to be saved. The Vision Hunt decree isn’t a part of that necessity, and Kazuha had his morale set. Inazuma would be so much better without the vision hunt decree, and will silently fight to make change.
Kazuha perks at the whispers of the wind muttering warning. Rustling, and idle chatter. Remembering his current situation then further gazing at what was now the start of dark crossing over, with the moon striding up, He knew he had to move.
The Balladeers POV:
The Harbinger knew that he wielded the power here.
Expectedly enough, the so-called “Infamous Traveler of Teyvat '' had tracked him down to being connected to delusion distribution. Not surprising. What he was surprised to hear though? The delusion killed someone they were close to, how humorous. Teppei, he recalls, following with an “Oh well.” He was most impressed with the offer the “youkai bitch” had to offer. His mothers gnosis for a mere traveler's life? Honestly he thought about it, however he knew that the offer was too good to lose. Both of them knew he was a puppet of course, so having the key to turning into a ‘completed puzzle’ was a large factor in the deal. Staring at the electro piece in his hand yet again, He knew what his next move would be.
Kazuha's POV:
Kazuha shouldn’t be here.
He decided to stop by one of the food carts in the main road, which is already a bit of a red flag for him. He should know better than anyone to avoid the Tenryou commission’s samurai after being listed as a criminal for over a year. It was a surprise, nobody had caught onto him yet.
He lied.
The samurai had noticed him.
Fingers pointing, shouting and chaos throughout the streets of the city, Kazuha knew where to go, this wasn’t his first rodeo in this situation sadly. Using the wind to his aid he easily evaded numerous obstacles, unlike the not so lucky samurai following him, calmly and quickly Kazuha sweeps towards the front door of his current hotel. He was supposed to be reflecting, not stirring up problems. Nevertheless, he thinks that he is safe now?
Looking around he hears the whispers of the wind murmur warning. All Kazuha knew was whatever was inside this silly hotel wasn’t nearly as bad as getting caught by the Tenryou commission. His feet start to move before his mind does, and he wastes no time to dart through the door.
Balladeers POV:
Deciding to check out, The Balladeer knew that it wouldn’t be long until they would send someone after him assuming he would have gone rogue. Correct analogy, but a pain regardless. This particular hotel was convenient because it wasn’t solely for Fatui, meaning he could slip in and out as he pleased, without worrying about information being sent to his higher ups. Bringing his singular bag with him, he headed for the door, not having any mora on himself was a pain, so when the receptionist returned to the front desk, he knew that he had to leave before any problems arose. He didn’t need the Fatui knowing he was still in Inazuma after all. He knew that he could have scared the receptionist into not saying anything, but his guts screamed to just start moving. Walking would be an understatement as he moved to the door, he was in a hurry after all.
3rd Person POV
The two both shared their positive and negative moments. The two both understood the meaning of being ‘On the run’ and what it means to be alone against this dastard world full of crude lies.
The front door slams, And a crash follows.
Two eyes, red and blue, contrast and fall to the floor. White hair swirled around blue, quickly deciding to save the stranger over himself. The collision surprises everyone in the room and quickly the public, the receptionist and the two strangers now start to perceive the new “surroundings.”
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FU-”
Scaramouche is quickly quietened by a long, thin finger placed over his mouth.
“Hush, hush.”
When Scaramouche shares a glare at the crimson eyes staring back at him, he finally starts to take in who this guy really is, noticing the weirdly fluffy white hair adorned with that singular red strip in his hair.
“Oh... fuck.”
Scaramouche knew deep down who the somewhat graceful man was. A Kaedehara, With the distinct white - red colour combo following his appearance. It was irritating, how weirdly handsome the man was. And renewing the dying memories from years ago just reminded him of how annoyingly polite the man was. Ugh. Yet here he is, on top of this guy, all because of the explicit hurry the two felt for getting in and out the building. Essentially a hair apart and just realizing it, the harbinger quickly felt heat against his cheeks, an unfamiliar yet comforting feeling.. dammit.
Kazuha knew who this guy was before they hit the floor. There were very few people with the vivid purple hair in Inazuma, not counting the oh-so-great shogun herself, not to mention that signature terrible haircut, which he once presumed was the sign of change for the other. Looking at the features of this guy, he still had those long lashes and the ever so perfect skin, no pores or wrinkles to adorn his face - and oh my do they look beautiful up close.
Strands of white hairs start to dance on Scara’s nose and all the man can do is begrudgingly get even redder in the face. Here he is! A literal GOD in the making, on top of a man, who couldn’t even be near his status! Scaramouche was screaming no in his mind, but the bewitching memories and emotions showed that Kunikunushi wanted to stay, and begrudgingly, that's what he decided to do.
And after a period of what feels like forever, the two finally meet eye contact.