Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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Having approached the mirror that you and himself had been looking through the blond stepped back watching the glass shatter and fall to the ground. He figured that even if the others were on the other side that there must've been a way he could send them a message of sorts, something that wouldn't have been possible if not for your current distraction.
Though all that was short lived when footsteps began approaching and the man from befores voice filled the area, "I'll ask you one more time, Fugo." Turning sharply to stare at the brunette, violet hues instantly fell towards the enemy's hand seeing it clutch the back of your collar dragging you against the pathway. "What are you looking for here?"
Watching the man pull you up from the floor just to toss you aside he could only stare in shock at the state you'd been put in. It appeared like you'd been beaten to a pulp and if not for the ragged breaths that left you, he would've assumed you were dead.
"With the time that this one had given you, I'd assume you would've come to your senses." Fugo's gaze switched between the man and where you were, he didn't want your sacrifice to be in vain.
Clenching his jaw and staring up at the man, a newly found hatred burned within the blond. "No. I have no intention of telling you, you sick bastard."
The brunette gave a hum after hearing that, "Very well. There are still two others. I just need the last one standing to tell me." Pointing a finger towards the blond a manic grin spread out across his face, his stand once again manifested preparing to deck Fugo before pausing right before impact. The sound of running filled the area catching both their attention, "Footsteps...someone outside the mirror is running. Does that mean your friends decided to abandon you so that they could go get something?!"
Seeing the puffs of dust kick up from the ground, the man's red hues focused on them. "They're heading towards the dog mosaic, that basically settles it." His gaze then turned back to the blond, "Fugo...you're basically done for already, you and little miss thing over there." Pointing a finger towards you then Fugo he grinned triumphantly. "I'm going to go get whatever that thing is first!" With that the brunette turned on his heel dashing off.
"W-wait, you bastard!" Unable to do anything to stop the enemy his gaze shifted to where you were. A pained groan left his lips as he maneuvered himself towards where you were. A frown quickly etched itself onto his lips as his gaze raked over your face and he hesitantly reached out to brush your hair aside. "God..you're an idiot."
"A really smart, improvitive, idiot." Shifting a bit more he ended up crossing his legs moving to rest your head gently on them. He knew what you did was to buy time, but he couldn't help but feel responsibility that you ended up the way you did. Blood trailed out from the corner of your mouth much like his own and a line even trailed from your nose, patches of red littered the side of your face presumably from getting punched while hand marks began to make an appearance along the skin of your neck.
