#kaichirou

Kaichirou idly runs his hands through his hair, glancing from person to person. He quietly analyzes the room, and his chances of- well...

No point in hiding it now. He lets out a long, dramatic sigh.

"How pointless it is of me to hide it like this. You all knew it was me from the moment you realized someone was murdered, didn't you? With the circumstances we were under...  My, I felt so targeted!"

He held a hand lightly to his chest, daintily expressing woe in an act of mockery.

"Even those I spoke to at the time thought little of me, constantly crooning in my ear... 'Why don't you kill someone, Kaichirou? We know you want to.' I hope you feel responsible for this, because you're at fault here, too. You put this plan into motion. I would never have done it if you hadn't told me to."

His lips curl back into a wide grin, beaming at the rest of the group. His eyes meet Jianjun's in particular.

"I recognize this is a positive for some of you. And I congratulate those people for it. I hope you follow soon in my footsteps."

Now expressing that thought, Kaichirou's eyes meander about the area with slight boredom as his hands return to his hair.

"Regardless, I suppose there is a pressing question to be asked here. And I'll do us all a favor by asking it first, which is... Do I put my own vanity above a human life?"

Before answering the question, he laughs. It's a practiced laugh, meant to emulate the jingling laughter of an actor trying to be  handsome, or a performer attempting to stay elegant. Just as much as it sounds beautiful, it sounds hollow. There is no passion nor emotion that lies beneath, and a glimpse into Kaichirou's unbothered eyes confirms an empty void barely hidden inside.

Kaichirou regards Hiori with narrowed eyes for a moment before he laughs.

"You hate me for my divine beauty and heavenly voice, I know. Throwing baseless accusations around because you cannot stand it."

He lightly combs his fingers through his hair, carefully eyeing Hiori, then Mari, then everyone else.

Focus now placed on him, Kaichirou revels in the attention. He brushes the hair more from his face, grinning.

"Quite flattering of you to think I could knock off stalactites like that with my bare hands while in flight. Or even with the sword, rather- hard rock isn't carved as easily as flesh."

He spreads his wings now, far enough to spread across his arms but barely longer than his fingertips.

"My wings granted by the grace of the yokai are not strong and large enough to carry my full weight off the ground. The body forced upon me certainly had wings strong enough and a body that allowed me flight, but I had no significant amount of practice and history in flying. I made attempts to do so, but they weren't particularly skillful."

Now having shown off his colorful feathers, Kaichirou closes them behind his cape once more. His expression calms, but his usual smile remains.

"How then would an unskilled flyer with little more than a sword knock stalactites off the ceiling without severe damage to myself? I'm as dazzling as always, you know."

To demonstrate, Kaichirou spins in a circle while humming. He feels he has satisfactorily defended himself, as he chooses to point something else out.

"I'm confused, might I add. What would be able to take those stalactites down in the first place? Did we find any traces of anything that would cause that level of damage? Explosives...? No, maybe smaller scale, like hammers, pickaxes... Hm..."

Kaichirou placed a curious finger to his chin. An idea seems to appear as his eyes light up slightly.

Standing in silence with an empty smile throughout the arguing, accusations, and explanations, Kaichirou did little more than stare into space. He never bothered priding himself on intellect, wit, or observation- he was an artist, not a detective. And the pointless arguing and crying and sobbing was little more than irritating, to him. What did it matter to him if any of these people were gone in a few moments? He had full confidence in his own well-being and cared little about everything else around him.

The trial comes to a head, with both Tetsu and Ezume confessing in a way that confused and annoyed him. Why did they work together knowing one would have to die? Why did either of them confess in the first place? Why would Ezume confess when Tetsu clearly could have easily convinced the group?

Why should Kaichirou care?

He let out a long, loud sigh as he gently ran his fingers through his hair parted over his shoulder.

"What a mess you both have made of this. I hope you're proud." He tilts his head back slightly to look down over his nose. "I don't care which one of you dies. If I could send you both to execution, I would."

He reaches one hand out to vote.

"You did this for family, yes? Well, congratulations. It begs a better question now- could your families even love a murderer?"

His empty smile twists into a mocking grin, gloating over their suffering. A certain satisfaction came from feeling so much better than everyone else, whining and crying and shaking. If he were in their position, he would simply not!

"Most certainly wouldn't. Perhaps you should have waited for someone else to take the fall for you. It has worked excellently in my favor so far."

Now having said his piece, Kaichirou suppresses his grin into a tight-lipped smirk while intentionally avoiding eye contact.

Kaichirou stares ahead on this train with a vacant smile, nothing clear behind the eyes. Perhaps the memory return has led him to reminiscing about the past and ignoring what occurs around him. It's clear ignorance is at the very least true by the words that come from his mouth when he finally speaks.

"Ah! Oh, dear. What a confusing case!"

He momentarily swoons by bending slightly back with a hand to his forehead in mock weakness. Standing tall again, he shakes his head with a pout. He begins a new thread of thought, completely ignoring the wisdom of those prior. Certainly Kaichirou's thoughts were much more important than whoever and whatever, right?

"The killer would have much simpler of a time simply stabbing our dear shadowy friend and making a run for it. Why all this blood all over the place? Is all of the blood's source even exclusively our victim?"

Kaichirou's specialty, throwing darts at a spinning board of theories. Proud of himself mentioning it, he grins as he continues.

"Perhaps it may be because our dearly deceased is but a shadow, but I'm not sure we saw other wounds on her body. The only pool of blood was around her neck, yes?" 

Dramatic as usual, Kaichirou held his hands at his neck momentarily before letting them fall.

"A neck wound would surely kill her instantly even if it didn't break her neck first! And unless our dastardly villain of a murderer somehow gathered buckets of her blood to smear about the place, I sincerely doubt every drop of blood we saw is from our victim."

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I want to touch his bara tiddies but also beat him up 👊

And “your opinion on kacper” cool meme very nicu A++