Firstly, I wanna say holy shit thank you guys so much! Fallen has reached over 9 thousand reads. (It's over 9000!!!!!!) THAT'S A HELLA LOT DON'T YOU THINK? This fanfic was originally supposed to be a pastime, yet you guys have helped make it more than just busywork that had no real purpose besides my own personal entertainment during road-trips or bus rides.
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Second, the music I've added to this chapter probably will not play while you're reading unless: a.) you're on a PC and can open it in a separate tab. Or b.) You can open the song in a separate app that plays music while you're on wattpad.
But its not a must. Its just a song that I feel fits the current chapter...
Any who, I hope you enjoy the chapter!
(This chapter has yet to be checked for errors.)
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Rin fell back, having to sit on the ground. Still cradling Naemini, he breathed heavily, just starting to feel the beating he'd received from Amaimon just a few moments ago.
He'd blacked out for a moment --just a split moment-- and then he'd came to. Naemini had been falling through the air from the top of the roller-coaster, and Shiemi had been cowering on the ground as a steel beam slowly fell toward her. In a panic, Rin had thrown his flames out; one hand sending them to try and soften Naemini's fall, and the other to burn away the steel beam that threatened Shiemi's life.
He'd successfully saved Shiemi, but his attempt to save Naemini had faltered slightly.
His flames were incapable of keeping her from hitting the ground, and he hadn't been fast enough to catch her without them. They had, however, made the landing softer than what it would have been, keeping her from death. Regardless, when Rin had heard Naemini's agonized cry when she hit the ground something inside him twisted. He'd stumbled over to where she landed and collapsed next her, frantically scooping her into his arms. Now he stared down at her limp body in terror.
She was breathing. He could see her chest rising and falling as she took shallow breaths, trying to replenish the air that had been knocked out of her when she'd hit the ground. However, her eyes were closed and she had a pained grimace on her face. Rin opened his mouth, trying to think of what he should do, but his mind had gone completely blank.
"Naemini...?" He managed to whisper hoarsely, still in a slight state of shock. "Oh God... Naemini! Naemini c'mon! Open your eyes!!!" He watched her face relax as he held her tighter. Her breathing seemed to return to normal and she began to go even more limp. Rin panicked. Was she dying? There was no way-- no way would Naemini just die like that... right?
"Just... a little while...," she breathed. Rin worriedly watched her face, then began to relax after assuring himself she was just unconscious.
"How boring."
Rin looked up to see Amaimon standing not too far off, holding up his stolen katana. Rin frowned. As furious as he was with Amaimon, he was well aware that he was in no condition to fight him now. Not while he had to defend Naemini, and especially not when he was this injured.
"Now that you're in this state...," Amaimon hummed, "shall we break your sword?"
"What?" Rin murmured, his eyes widening as Amaimon held his sword over his knee, preparing to snap it as if it were a petty twig.
"Devour the eight princesses..."
Both Rin and Amaimon directed their eyes to the newcomer. Rin recognized him as a boy from his class; Yamada, the one who always wore a hoodie, but Rin found something odd about his voice. Yamada pulled a purple sword from a seal on his chest and lunged for Amaimon. "Slay the serpent!!!"
