Chizuru and Kazama Headcanons
The Fight and Confrontation
Summary : can be featuring any route. Kazama had taken Chizuru forcefully and now they are fighting.
The air in the room was still. No workers. No plates. Just her voice and his silence.
“You act like you’ve been wronged,” Chizuru said, standing now, her sleeves brushing her sides. “But you never asked what I wanted. You never once asked me if I wanted to be your wife. You just took it for granted.”
Kazama’s mouth was tight. “What was I supposed to ask, Chizuru? When you couldn’t even say my name without flinching?”
“You kidnapped me,” she snapped. “How should I say your name? With reverence?”
He moved a half-step forward, not threatening, but weighty, heavy. “I gave you a place where no one would hurt you.”
“I would rather be hurt by people I trust than protected by someone I hate!”
Her voice cracked on that word — hate — and the room echoed with it. She stood there, hands trembling at her sides. Kazama, standing in the firelight, didn’t flinch. But something in his eyes recoiled.
“So you finally said it,” he muttered.
“You think this is some kind of a love story?” Chizuru’s voice shook.
“You drag me away from the people I love, force a wedding on me, corner me in a house that’s too quiet, too clean, and you think if you just play nice long enough, I’ll break? That I’ll wake up one morning and be grateful to be yours?”
Kazama’s fists clenched, his jaw locked.
“Why?” she pressed. “Why me? You could’ve had another girl. Why choose one who would never love you back?”
His voice was sharp now. “Because you’re mine.”
“No, I’m not. You keep saying that, like it means something. Like it makes something real.”
He advanced another step, low and quiet. “I chose you. I didn’t take you for sport. I took you because no one else had the strength to.”
“That’s not strength, Kazama. That’s selfishness.”
He laughed once, bitter. “So were you selfless? Lying about the child? Holding your stomach like you were sick when I came near?”
“You think I didn’t see it?” he asked, voice harder now. “You thought you could pretend your way out of this. Out of me.”
“You had a thousand choices.” He paced now, slow, coiled. “You could’ve screamed. Run. Tried to kill me in my sleep. But you didn’t. You played the part. You wept. You whimpered. You faked the signs of life inside you and expected me to build a home around it.”
“No,” he snapped. “You wanted power.”
Kazama’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “You don’t hate me as much as you want to. And that terrifies you. So you tried to shift the game.”
He went still. His voice dropped to a low, venomous murmur.
“You think of him still, don’t you?” His voice cracked at the edge. “Saitou Hajime. Or was it Hijikata? Or one of those triplets who treated you like a relic in a glass box.”
Her voice trembled now. “Don’t say their names like that.”
“You brought them into this house the moment you closed your eyes and refused to see me.”
Tears pricked her eyes. “You’re making me hate you.”
He looked at her long, amber gaze sharp.
“Then hate me. But hate me honestly. Not in silence.”
Chizuru’s shoulders heaved. “I want to go back.”
“I want you to let me go.”
“You used my restraint against me.” He added.
“I didn’t think it would last this long.”
“You looked me in the eye,” he said, advancing now until they stood face to face, “and lied. And when I changed, when I tried to be the man you said I wasn’t, you pushed me farther. You wanted to see how far I’d bend.”
She didn’t back down. “And you think bending means you deserve me?”
“I think I’ve broken myself trying to be something you could bear. And still you look at me like I’m poison.”
Then Kazama’s voice turned low, raw. “I haven’t spilled blood. I haven’t even raised my voice. Not since that night you told me you were carrying a part of me.”
Her jaw trembled. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Strike you?” He barked a laugh. “Hurt you? Force myself on you?Do you think I need lies to become that man?”
“I don’t know who you are,” she said. “Not really. Not after everything. I don’t trust you.”
Kazama’s face darkened, his voice cold now.
“But don’t pretend you’re innocent,” he said, each word like a cut. “Don’t pretend you haven’t curled into my bed in the middle of the night and fallen asleep on my chest. Don’t pretend you didn’t come to me when you were cold. That you didn’t take the comfort I gave when you had no one else.”
She opened her mouth, but no words came.
“You used me as much as I used you,” he finished.
They stood there. Breathless. Broken.
Chizuru finally whispered, “I want to go.”
Kazama’s eyes burned. “I know.”
Then came his voice, soft, trembling at the edge.
“Next time you lie, Chizuru, it won’t be blood you lose.”
The silence that followed didn’t fall, it settled, it was choking.
Chizuru froze in her mid-step, her back still turned to him. Her hands were trembling at her sides. That voice of Kazama which was low, sharp and not raised cut deep.
She didn’t move, not for several seconds.
“…What does that mean?” she whispered, not turning around.
Kazama didn’t answer immediately.
When he did, his voice was soft, but it was too calm and too still
“It means I won’t be as forgiving next time.”
She turned her head slightly, just enough to catch him in her peripheral vision. Her voice was raw but a little hoarse too. “Then say it. Say it again, say it clearly. Do you want me to be afraid of you? Say what you really mean, threaten me, hurt me. If you’re going to become that person, do it already. Stop hiding behind silence.”
Kazama’s expression twisted with a mix of hurt and extreme rage clashing behind his eyes. “You think I want to hurt you?”
“You already have done that.”
“You think I take pleasure in this?” he said. “You think I look at you and feel nothing when you shrink away like I’m some monster waiting to devour you?”
“You are,” she said. Her voice cracked. “You are that monster.”
His chest rose once, then again, slower and measured as if he was holding something back with all his strength.
“I never touched you without your permission.”
“You took my life. What part of that needed permission?”
“You think I haven’t seen how you look at me when you think I’m not watching?” Kazama said, “When you touch the doorway before you leave a room. When you sit as far as possible, like I might crush you if I’m too close.” He added, describing small yet repeated actions that reveal how repulsed Chizuru is of him even if she doesn't declare it directly.
“Because I don’t trust you.” She replied.
Chizuru fully turned now, with tears on her face but anger burning through them. “I trusted you once when you didn’t deserve it, when you said you wouldn’t hurt me. When you left me in that inn for days without speaking, I waited and I thought maybe there was something kind in you.”
Chizuru said in a moment of deep betrayal for her, describing a point early in their forced relationship, probably soon after Kazama took her in and they were married or maybe even right after the wedding, or perhaps when he was dragging her from an inn to another before reaching the Oni village.
It was a period when she chose to give Kazama the benefit of the doubt. Even after everything he had done, she still hoped she could find the love and romance she was seeking, she still hoped this relationship could work.
She gave this relationship a chance.
His voice dropped to a whisper. “There is.”
“No, there isn’t.” Her fists trembled. “You’re not anything like that, not to me.”
“I didn’t force myself on you,” he said. “Not even once.”
“That’s your idea of gentility?”
“It’s more than most men would give someone they kidnapped, isn’t it?”
Chizuru stared. “You want a reward for not raping me?”
His mouth opened then shut, his fists clenched.
“I didn’t lie to punish you,” she said. “I lied because I was terrified.”
“You came to me in the night!” Kazama shouted. “You chose to sit beside me, you asked questions, you listened when I spoke so don’t pretend that meant nothing.”
“No,” he said bitterly. “You were learning how to manipulate me.”
Kazama stepped back, as if disgusted with himself. His voice dropped low.
“You said I’d never be sustainable but you still needed me, you hated me but you still leaned on me. I tried to become someone you want but no matter what I did, you kept coming back to me for comfort just to turn around later and cast me aside.”
Her voice shook. “I came back because I had nowhere else to go.”
He stared at her. For a long time. Then he gave a small, humorless laugh, not cruel, not loud, just exhausted.
“I wish I hated you,” he said. “It would be easier.”
Chizuru blinked, something about the softness in his voice stole the heat and energy from her lungs.
“But I don’t,” he added. “not even now.”
She said nothing. She just stood there, her chest rising and falling.
Kazama turned away, not storming, not slamming the door, but just walking out like someone quietly bleeding.
Notes: Even though I spent lots of effort and time on this one shot of Chizuru and Kazama fighting, this chapter is just a test and a small part of a longer one shot that i decided not to post because i felt uncomfortable with some of the main content in it.
I was very hesitant on if I should post this chapter or not because it was mostly a mere attempt at writing, and I will probably delete this later.
Featuring any route, Kazama had taken Chizuru forcefully and now they fight.
This work is not spoilers of "Twenty-Three Nights "
