Lessons in Chaperoning [Sasha| Inv]

. Continuation from here


Rain, hard and heavy, fell in droves as he staggered along the deserted street. His breathing growing more and more laboured with each ragged step taken, each droplet that splashed against his naked body felt like a bullet of fatigue that only served to slow his steps down even more. Staggering to his knees Chareos would gaze at the floor as droplets of rain cascaded from his mask and onto the floor as his mind flashed in and out of consciousness. It’d been a long time since he’d ever felt this tired, then again it’d been a long time since he’d come back from the brink of death 3 times in succession. He’d had his newly awakened powers to thank for that, the downside being the excessive toll it had taken on his body. His mind immediately flashing back to the fight he’d had but moments ago with the shinigami.

How had he managed to escape that? Chareos had been completely out of his depth for the entirety of the fight, being bullied throughout every exchange, taunted and goaded for every missed attack and every frail hit that he did manage to land. Yet he’d pushed the man to release bankai despite the clear gap in their strength, the thought itself brought a fatigued smile to his face, an action that would seemingly drain whatever dregs of energy he had as his body would immediately crumple to the ground. Moving only through sheer willpower, the bount would push himself up and crawl to a nearby wall before leaning against it in a heap, his consciousness dancing on the brink of the void. It’d been a miracle that he was still alive, but even miracles had their cost; what should’ve killed any other being had only caused him immense fatigue, and even that came now with its own dilemma.

It would appear. . . .that I’m . . . .at my limit, the thoughts came slow and laboured as he gazed around, the heavy rain, a result of the shinigami’s bankai no doubt, would put off any human pedestrians at least for a little while, hollows and shinigami alike would be unable to sense him. But even so the bount didn’t like being out in the open, especially as in his now naked condition. A shame he couldn’t regenerate his clothes after being completely eviscerated, yet strangely enough he’d managed to keep his mask in all this. His body seemed to sink with in itself and the bount could now feel the full pull of the void.

Fuuu— . . . the words would barely form from his lips which now felt like logs attached to his face, he was, and would be for the duration of his unconsciousness, exposed. At the mercy of whatever happened to pass by, as the last of his strength ebbed away Charoes’ would lean his head back against the wall, his eyes to the dark sky that seemed to grower darker and darker as the rain continued to fall, each drip pushing him deeper and deeper into the darkness until at last his body surrendered itself to the void and his mind slipped into unconsciousness.

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