#fire;;

[wet-ankles]

remembers most of naruto’s cast were teenagers

[suplexfirekitty]

@beat-down-boss: [x]

Save Guzma! - OPEN

A dangerous mission, fucked if he was allowing any Skull grunts to come with him on it. He had been brewing a plan of sabotage, to hit the growing Malie City gang before they could pose a bigger threat to Skull alongside Hau’Oli. The Skull boss had snuck into a hideout within the city, planting a charge in every nook and cranny he could find.

“Hey you!”

And just like that, the Skull boss was cornered, guns turned on him. The Malie grunts drew closer and Guzma found himself desperate. He grabbed at his detonator, triggering the charges.

The blast erupted, downing the grunts surrounding him, and knocking him to the ground with some severe dizziness, and probably many injuries he was in no state to assess.

“F-fuck!”

The Skull boss tried and failed multiple times to get to his feet, watching the fire engulf walls around him. On the bright side, the Malie gang was not going to recover from that for a while. On the dark side, Guzma was quickly falling into unconsciousness as flames licked at the walls and floor around him.

There was only one place that InciniMask had every truly considered to be territory to not tread upon and that was what had once been her home. Any route she took withing Malie City was made to purposely avoid that particular place, even if it took her through areas where she might not have been appreciated. 

That was the glory of swapping the black and white threads for black and red. She wouldn’t cause her team any hassles if she was spotted in a rival gangs territory, rather she was just some freak in a mask with a hankering for pain.

A hankering for pain that made itself evident as she was drawn towards the heat of an explosion rather than away from it. Pyromania sparked a heat of excitement within. Flames could erase scars, replacing them with prettier ones, with voluntary ones. Flames could warm the chill of a heart broken by someone who should have been the last to be so careless with something so fragile. The fires could also break more hearts if they took someone away.

Heroism and pyromania drew InciniMask into the burning building to search for any survivors, initially from the rivalling gang who may have possibly been within. However bias changed priorities when a familiar figure was spotted on the floor. For the first time in a long, long while her blood ran cold with complete and utter fear, not held for her own life but for anothers.

As debris fell from the ceiling she carried herself with swiftness to cover his body with her own, scalding firey wood branding her back in a severe burn before it was shrugged off of her. The injury was ignored in favor of focusing on picking up the Team Skull leader and carrying him off to safety, be it if she gained more burns or had the synthetic fibres of her outfit burn onto her skin.

Once outside she put him on the ground and shook him, panicked gaze focused on his face to see if he was breathing. “C-C-Come on Guz. Guzma! Y-Ya-Ya gotta be alive. F-Fuckin-Fucking wake up- wake up you piece of shit!” Despite coughing up the foulest mix of smoke and blood, it was more the worry that made her stutter over her words.

[geoulkkaejin-blog]

                                              내 안의 영혼까지                                      전부 남김없이 다 불태워 ↪ Hyejin as ShinstAr aesthetics

[wet-ankles]

"Dearie me...”