𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 • k. ayato

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Through accelerated breaths and shakiness in their voices, the people present began to panic and scream in terror. The shouts of many could be heard in the Kamisato estate, and those who were near got curious. Quickly did people come to investigate what had happened. The flames which were soaring in the air had no culture, no pity, and no mind, yet they consumed whatever stood in their way. The flames that consumed demanded everything become ashes, the heat radiated outward as a wave of anger, and the destruction a terrible joy. It was as if the fire was the reflection of the arsonist; of Asahi himself.

Many people stood and watched in fright, as others were being escorted out by the Kamisato estate guards. Beneath the rubble, beneath the scorching fire could be seen so many bright individuals with flowers and presents still in their hands. The bloodshed was as barbaric as it was stupid; it was as evil as it was cold.

 The ones that stayed voiced their concerns with sorrow, "How could such a tragedy happen... during this happy event?"

And somewhere in the distance, a voice rang pitifully through the bystanders' ears, "Someone help! My son is trapped under the debris! He is still alive!"

[Y/N] quickly snapped her head at the direction the voice was coming from. She saw the poor man trying to lift the debris with his bare, bruised hands. Tears of distress were making their way down his cheeks as he screamed with a voice now hoarse.

"I can't lift it on my own! Please, someone help!"

Surrounding the man, the servants and the others could only watch in horror, "My God..."

Yet despite the terror and shock they felt, they quickly came to the man's aid.

"I'll help you!"

"Me too! Hold on!"

The people swiftly gathered around the remains, holding onto the huge pillar, "Come on! Lift the ends on three!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

Just as a tiny sliver of hope came back into their eyes, they heard a loud rumble. Looking up, their eyes widened in despair as they saw a huge stone falling down on them. They felt tears forming in their eyes, and their lives flash before their eyes as the stone was getting closer. They had no time to move out of its way.

Just when they were sure that they would die, just as they were slowly accepting their fate, sudden coldness enveloped their bodies. Some opened their eyes at the sudden sensation, they saw small, intricate snowflakes falling down before their eyes.

Turning around, they saw [Y/N] trying her best to hold down the massive stone with her cryo powers. She looked them in the eyes with a glare, albeit not one of anger.

"Stop wasting time! Get the child, and move!"

"Your Grace!" Their relieved voices came out of their throats with sobs. They quickly listened to her orders and summoned the most out of their strength. Soon enough, they got the child from underneath the rubble and ran away from underneath the stone.

[Y/N] clicked her tongue, slicing the frozen stone until nothing but ashes remained from it with her sword. It had been a while since she had to use her elemental powers like this, but she was glad her skills had not disappeared.

The woman sighed, tightening her grip on her sword.

Just how could Asahi do this? How could one be so callous?

A lame creature, a bastard like Asahi, had no right to do this. She was so full of disgust, disgust at the world and at Asahi. She could hardly forbear hurling things at him. She swam for the light and he did everything he could to take her into the abyss. She simply had no interest in trying to understand him or his actions anymore. She supposed it was true; people don't know how many straws are left until you take the last one. And by doing this he had taken the last straw she had; the last drop of care she had left for him.