Snippet #1537877

Kazuhiko

"There is fire. Fire everywhere."
Indeed there was. Bright orange flames lapped at the walls around him, the air filling with pitch black smoke. There was no place for it to escape; no open window, no hole in the roof to clear the air. A series of coughs escaped Kazu's body, causing him to shudder uncontrollably. He had to get out of here, there had to be some way to escape.
Oh, but there were people in there with him. Had he not realized this before? There were more people than himself to worry about. He had a family; a mother, a father, even a baby sister. Indeed, they were all trying to find a way out. For some reason, they did not realize that there was a door just a few feet in front of them. No; they searched around frantically while Kazu stood there, eyes wide in panic.
"We need to get out of here."
Why did he just state the obvious? Kazuhiko shook his head, eyes filled with thought. "You guys, the door is right over there. Come on, let's go. Grab the child and go."
Now they seemed to recognize the object in the wall as a door. A door that would lead to their escape. Relief flooded their eyes, and they did as they were told. Without hesitation, they picked up a baby from a small, wooden crib that was starting to catch fire. Both of his parents ran towards the door, anxious to get out of the burning building.
"Hahaha...."
Kazu's eyes widened further, panic flooding their black depths. That did not come from him, nor did come from either of his parents. Now the dream would continue as it always did...

Kazuhiko woke up. His eyes flew open, the same panic in them that had been there in the dream. For a few seconds, he forgot where he was; thinking about nothing but the cold sweat that drenched his clothes. He did not always have that dream. Every once in a while, something like that would happen as he was sleeping and make him wake up in the middle of the night. Never was he able to go back to sleep after he woke up from a nightmare, so he knew that there would be no point in trying. Plus, sleeping didn't sound so great if you were sleeping in wet clothes.
"It's still dark outside." he muttered to himself. sitting up and throwing the blanket off of him. He wasn't sure if it was night or day, but he had gone to bed pretty early. Hopefully he would be able to survive on the sleep that he had. Kazu rose from the bed and walked over to the dresser in the corner. After removing a fresh set of clothes from the drawer, he quickly changed and put the dirty clothes in his pack. He would find some time to wash them later, but for now he had to get going. That witch, sadly, was not going to kill herself.
That dream had taken place in the time that his parents had been killed. He had been a little boy then, and he did not really remember how they had died. Not that he wanted to. But perhaps that was the reason why that dream kept on coming back. It didn't happen the exact same way every single time, mind you, but every single time his parents died. Sometimes he would watch them get killed by the witch, other times he would wake up before he was able to get that far in the dream. Like today.
Kazu left the money that he owed for the room on the dresser, then left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He was polite enough to not wake people in the rooms next to him in the middle of the night/early morning. Yeah, he still wasn't sure which one it was yet. Without hesitation he walked down the hall, made a right turn, then walked across the main lobby to exit through the door. Hopefully they would find the money that he had left. If not... well, then that was their problem. He had already done his part.
'Well, now where do I go?' he asked himself. Right, onward to the witch's castle. 'She will pay for what she did to my family.' he vowed silently, his eyes narrowed. 'I will kill her for my parents, my baby sister and for my master.'
The cool wind brushed his face as he exited the building, blowing Kazu's purple tinted hair behind him a bit as he walked. The boy's hands were in his pockets, and he didn't seem to look at anything directly. A careless, nonchalant look appeared in his pitch black eyes as he headed towards a nearby alley. He never did like to travel on the main roads; it made him uncomfortable. Kazu always liked staying hidden; he preferred it when he could see other people, but they could not see him.
Therefore, he entered the shadowed parts of the alleyway without hesitation, keeping his head up as he started to think. What he was thinking about is beyond me. Even I don't completely understand how Kazuhiko's mind works, nor will I ever attempt to try. His mind is a maze that once entered you will never find your way out of again. You'll die there, forever trapped within the walls of his mind. I don't know about you, but I prefer to live life to the fullest, and I don't want to die yet. So for now, I am not going to try to understand everything that he does or why.
Kazuhiko took a deep breath, letting the cool night air seep slowly into his lungs. It smelled so pure, so clean... so bloody.... wait, bloody? Kazu let out a loud cough, surprised by the sudden taste of blood in his mouth. Someone around here was injured, and injured badly.
'Should I go and try to help them?' The dark-haired boy pondered this option for a moment, eyes half closed as he made his decision. 'No, I'm not going to. It doesn't concern me and I honestly don't care. I have better things to do than try to help someone that I don't even know.' In this world, it was every man for themselves. There was a witch out there that he wanted to kill, and he wasn't going to stop for anything, this included. He hated the witch more than he cared about a stranger's safety.
At least, this was his mindset before he turned the corner. Kazu stopped in his tracks, an eyebrow raised. Well, this was a strange sight. There was a girl on the ground, bleeding herself to death, and another girl sat over her. Apparently she was trying to help. There was also a boy here... 'I'm outnumbered.' he realized. Without thinking about it he unsheathed his staff from its hold on his back and put on end of it against the ground, as if he were using it as a walking stick. He was careful not to lean on it, though; never would he do that. Besides, he wasn't trying to fool anyone. His staff hardly looked like a stick that someone would find on the ground.
'I'm not going to attack, obviously.' he thought to himself, watching the three people with curious eyes. 'But I don't know if these people mean harm or not. So I'm taking this out just in case.'