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Lumine chuckled weakly at the sight of Scaramouche, a strained but defiant smile playing on her lips despite her battered state. The sound of her laughter was tinged with irony and pain, resonating through the rubble-strewn area. Scaramouche's expression shifted from shock to a mix of frustration and disbelief, his gaze locking onto Lumine as she lay there, seemingly unfazed by her injuries.

Lumine

"Haha... What did I do to Y/N?"

"You should ask Thoma."

Scaramouche grunted in frustration, the sound low and guttural, as he stared down at Lumine. His mind was a whirl of regret and anger, wishing fervently that he'd never left you alone with Thoma. The thought of what might have happened in his absence gnawed at him, intensifying his feelings of helplessness and guilt.

Scaramouche

"Ugh! I should've never left the fucking room!"

Lumine

"As for me... All I did was simply pierce a sword through their gut — and that's all."

"As for your precious Y/N... Thoma took them. Mhm."

Lumine's voice grew weaker with each word, her strength visibly waning. Her eyes became heavy and weary, the effort to keep them open proving too much. Mid-sentence, her voice trailed off, and she finally passed out, her body going limp beneath the weight of the boulders. The scene was eerily silent, save for the faint echoes of dust settling around them.

Scaramouche

"Hey- Hey! You can't just pass out at a time like this!"

"What direction did he go in?!"

"Where the fuck did he go?!"

"Hey!"

Scaramouche desperately tried to wake Lumine, shaking her shoulders and calling her name in a frantic attempt to get some information about your and Thoma's whereabouts. Despite his efforts, Lumine remained unresponsive, her unconscious form offering no answers. Frustration and anxiety gnawed at him as he realized he was on his own to figure out where you and Thoma had gone.

Scaramouche

"Fuck!"

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-MEANWHILE, KAMISATO RESIDENCE-

Thoma

"Ngh!"

😼 omg guys i just realized i haven't intervened in such a long time LMFAO

Thoma grunted as he slammed the door open, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. He had run all the way to the Kamisato residence, your unconscious form cradled protectively in his arms. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he laid you gently down on the nearby couch. Without a moment's hesitation, he began gathering materials to tend to your wound, his hands moving with a mixture of urgency and care. The room was filled with the rustling of supplies and the distant echo of his worried murmurs as he worked to stop the bleeding and ensure your safety.

Thoma

"Shit, shit..."

Thoma looked down at your bloody torso, doing anything he could to stop the bleeding.

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Ayaka

"Thoma?... What's with all the commotion? You're going to wake up Ayato if-"

When Ayaka set her eyes on your unconscious body lying on the couch, a wave of confusion washed over her. She stood frozen for a moment, trying to process the sight before her. As the shock wore off, recognition dawned, and her confusion swiftly transformed into anger. Her eyes narrowed, and her expression hardened as the realization that it was you, lying injured in her home sank in.

Ayaka

"Is that..."

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"What the fuck Thoma?!"

Ayaka's voice cut through the room like a blade as she angrily screamed at Thoma. Her words were sharp and unyielding, laced with a fierce urgency. Her face was flushed with indignation and hurt. 

Thoma

"No- I know! I know, just let me-"

Ayaka

"No! Get them out of my fucking house right now!"

Thoma urged Ayaka to calm down, placing a finger over his lips in a universal gesture for silence. His eyes were wide with concern, trying to keep the situation under control and avoid further complications.

Thoma

"Ayaka, please! You need to let me talk!"

Ayaka

"What part did you not hear?! Get them out of her! Right fucking now!"

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Ayato

"Mmh..."

Thoma's heart sank as he saw Ayato walking over drowsily, his cane tapping softly on the floor with each step. Ayato's expression was a mix of confusion and irritation, his eyes half-closed from being abruptly woken by the commotion. The sight of Ayato emerging from the shadows, his presence looming over Ayaka's shoulder, heightened Thoma's sense of urgency. He knew that the situation was escalating quickly and that any further outburst could lead to even more trouble.

The sight of you lying on the couch fully awakened Ayato, his drowsiness giving way to a sharp, intense focus. Although his expression remained surprisingly calm and composed, a deep anger simmered beneath the surface. His eyes darkened with a restrained fury as he took in the sight of your unconscious body, the seriousness of the situation clear in the controlled way he carried himself despite the storm of emotions within.

Ayato

"Thoma?"

Thoma

"No, no- Please, just let me explain, both of you..."

The two of them stared at Thoma in stunned silence, their disbelief palpable. The room was heavy with tension, the quiet punctuated only by the soft sounds of their breathing. Ayaka's anger and Ayato's anxiety were momentarily overshadowed by Ayato's imposing presence, as both watched him with wide, incredulous eyes, unable to fully process the gravity of the moment.

Thoma

"Listen to me- I know this is crazy, having Y/N in our home like this..."

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"They don't mean any harm..."

Ayaka

"They nearly killed my brother! What the fuck do you mean?! Y/N means all the harm in the fucking world!"

Ayaka and Thoma continued their heated exchange, their harsh words filling the room and creating a cacophony of muffled sounds that Ayato could barely make out. The noise was a distant rumble in his ears, a frustrating blur of anger and emotion. After a considerable amount of time, the tumultuous noise gradually cleared, and Ayato finally spoke up, his voice cutting through the chaos with an authoritative calm. The muffled sounds receded, revealing the clarity of his words and the firm resolve behind them.

Ayato

"Stop."

Both Ayaka and Thoma abruptly ceased their shouting, their voices trailing off into a stunned silence. The sudden quiet was jarring, the tension in the room shifting as their heated argument came to an immediate halt. The abruptness of their cessation highlighted the impact of Ayato's voice, drawing their full attention and signalling the seriousness of the situation.