send one to save my muse fromâŠđ„- being trapped in a burning building
One of Chuuyaâs biggest strengths in the Port Mafia was undoubtedly his loyalty; and the loyalty of his subordinates towards him, in return.Â
As it sometimes, showed, it was one of his great weaknesses, too.Â
The redhead coughed, trying to cover his mouth and nose with the rim of his coat. The smoke was getting way too thick to see through, not to mention breathe, and Chuuya could feel sweat trickling down his body when the temperature around him rose from unpleasant heat to an unbearable one. The young executive run; still further up into the building, despite any of this. Soft, quiet calls for help and coughing made him stop dead in his tracks, and he run to the source of them; one of his subordinates, heavily wounded, with his leg lodged under a huge, wooden beam that had to fall during the explosion. Chuuya cursed and knelt beside the barely-conscious man, touching the beam, rising it easily with his Ability and getting the man out of there.Â
â...sorry buddy, this is gonna be unpleasant.â he murmured, before hitting him over the head and getting the - now unconscious - man onto his back, running through the smoke and flames towards where he knew the exit was. It was better for him to be unconscious; he couldnât feel the pain as much, at least.
This was the last one. Everyone else was out.Â
And then, just as he thought that, just as Chuuya managed to make out the light of the exit, there was another, loud crunch; the flames raged and swirled around the two of them, and the building creaked and trembled, and then fell; straight onto their heads.
The last thing Chuuya saw, before something hit him over the head and he lost consciousness, were two wings nearing him; and the sound; a sound of a...
