#another kinda weak one...

He tried, and failed, to keep himself from tearing up as the man held Charity Bell. It was all he had left of his home. That man didn’t deserve to have it. It was his bell. As the man began to close his hand over its metal form, music filled the air. Music that he would recognize anywhere.

Everything was over in an instant. The man left with only a passing comment on how they weren’t worth his time, disappearing into thin air as far as Daisya could see from where he hung.

“Daisya, what the hell happened.” Kanda’s voice was sweeter than Marie’s music, a sound he’d briefly feared he’d never hear again. Despite the annoyance, the concerned edge was obvious in his voice.

“I… I…” Daisya couldn’t get the words out. He was dizzy, throat tight and vision swimming. Even without the finishing blows, he was close enough to passing out. For a moment he was falling, but arms wrapped around him and gently lowered him to the ground. No longer hanging, everything slowly started to come into focus. “Kanda…”

“I’m here.”

His hands found the other’s coat, grabbing it as he choked out a sob. His body ached. But it was more than that. If his friends hadn’t shown up, he likely would have died.

“Shit. Marie, he’s hurt.”

Daisya heard the mechanical clacking of akuma far above. Darkness tugged at the edges of his vision, and he felt his strength slipping.