Loveless (Book 1) [Completed]

Chapter 91.

"American, Russian and Japanese?" The man with the pale hair snorted. "Don't make me laugh, you're a freak of nature. Even God would've second guessed himself while creating a montrosity like you!"

His words kept echoing in Kuon's mind making his grip around Murasame's neck even tighter. There were screams everywhere, but Kuon had learned to block them away a long time ago. He was a creature who dwelled in chaos. This was nothing for him.

"Stop!" The Director was yelling again and again from below. "He'll really fall, please stop! Someone get a mat over here!"

Konoe couldn't believe that it was still all just part of an act. How could he when Murasame's life was on the line as the poor actor was dangling at the mercy of Ren? Was he even Ren? No. He was all BJ as far as he could tell, or maybe someone even more dangerous.

Meanwhile, Murasame struggled to get free but to no avail. For someone who had been in so many street fights and life or death occasions, he was genuinely scared as his instincts were telling him there was no way out of it.

If I'm falling to my death, then I'm gonna take you with me! He swore bitterly. Letting go of his opponent's hands, which were still busily trying to choke him, Murasame reached for his neck and grabbed a handful of his costume. Before his costar could even try to struggle himself free, he pushed his feet below and tried to pull his weight down.

His plan worked as he started to fall since he successfully pulled Cain Heel down with him. As the two men began to fall, the crew had luckily placed a falling mat below them, but by their trajectory, it seemed like they were a bit off, and they would hit the groud instead.

So many things happened and all at once, as if time itself had slowed down. As the two men were falling, the whole set echoed with the ear piercing shouts of the team. Some people were desperately trying to pull the heavy mat in the right direction before it was too late, but even they knew it deep down that their efforts were probably futile since it was an impossible task.

Murasame contemplated on his life, imagining them to be his last moments, meanwhile Kuon couldn't hear a single one of the shouts, because he was too much engrossed in his own thoughts and he was already well versed by now in blocking out the sounds of others when he had to. When all of a sudden, a single voice pulled him back to the reality.

The place was filled with uncomprehendable words coming out from every direction in varying sounds and voices, yet this one particular voice stuck out as to him as she screamed, "Don't fall!" at him. He wasn't Kuon anymore.

Instantly, his mind went on autopilot survival mode, and he tried to reach for the nearest thing he could find to hold on to. His eyes fixating on a metal pole, he moved until one of his fist closed around it while the other grabbed Murasame by his arm. This didn't break the fall, but it certainly slowed it's pace.

As they were about to hit the ground, he skillfully planted one of his foot on the floor and jerked his body sideways where the mat was with Murasame still in his grasp.

They plopped off the fluffy mat without any pain or evident injury, but Ren's mind was still in a blur. Only after he received aghast looks of shock, which later turned into angry glares, from the people he was surrounded with did he realize that he was supposed to be in character.

Some of them were still in daze as they marvelled at how he was able to do such a risky and flexible stunt so effortlessly, while most of them looked at him with suspicion. But more than half of the people looked relieved, not because he was okay, but because Murasame, who lay beside him was also unhurt.