(latibule-of-ice) ❝ i don’t want to die. ❞
This was a nightmare. He rushed through the mess that was a battlefield, looking for the floppy dual colored hair that belonged to his little brother. They had seen the incident on the news and his sister and him jumped onto his bike to rush to the scene. She was going to offer medical assistance to anyone she could and he… he only had Shouto on his mind.
He didn’t spare even a moment’s glance towards his father (who was screaming Shouto’s name so loud his voice was cracking) as he raced through the fire, his jacket burning and him just flinging it off in a moment, his skin smoking as the ice blocked the heat from the flames. Blue flames. His mind wouldn’t focus on that. He couldn’t focus on that. He had to focus on the signature of hot and cold he had spotted. Buried under the rubble and concrete.
He pushed aside one of Shouto’s classmates who was trying to get to Shouto too, kneeling down in the mud and… he was sure that was blood but wasn’t sure if it was Shouto’s or the villain who’s body was not in pieces among the rubble. He ran a hand through the red and white hair as he hushed Shouto’s cries. The boy’d body was pressed under a sheet of concrete that he wasn’t going to ever be able to move. Plus he didn’t know if he was injured underneath or not.
“You aren’t going to die.” His voice didn’t shake or waver as he said it, his hand pausing for just a moment so he could move his other hand to start blasting a stream of ice, hoping to form something of a jack to raise the piece, even just a little bit to try to see if he could save his brother himself. “I’m not going to lie to you, Sho… It doesn’t look good. But we’re going to get you out of here and you’re going to get better and you’re gonna be stronger because of it.” He gulped down the lump in his throat as he noticed that the wounds to Shouto were mostly on his legs. They didn’t look too bad but he wasn’t a doctor. He had no idea and didn’t want to take too much pressure off of the wounds without the EMTs closer.
“If dad can deal with that demon thing taking out his eye in the middle of a fight… you can walk away from this okay?” He looked back down at his brother, hearing his father’s loud calls coming closer and closer. In minutes, their father was hovering over them and was bitching at the EMTs to hurry it up. Natsuo felt his hand on his shoulder and for once he didn’t brush it off. Instead he felt the weight of the whole day disappear.
“It’s gonna be okay, Sho… you’re family is here. We’re here…”
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