So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.
Oda lay flat on his couch, a book resting on his face. While he had been reading it, its only purpose now was to block out the sunlight that squeezed through the blinds of his living room. A sudden, strong stench was enough to catch Oda off guard, waking him from his light nap. His head lifted upward, nose grasping at the floating particles. It was familiar enough to make the man’s heart race.
It wasn’t the kind of smoke that would make your stomach growl as it carried the juices from the barbeque. It wasn’t the kind of smoke that drew you towards it with laughter and drinks and dance. It was heavy—the kind of smoke that would come from a house fire.
Oda quickly jumped from his couch, not even bothering to change from his casual attire. His white t-shirt was wrinkled and old and his jeans slouched at the waist without his shinobi belt which was typically attached. He quickly put on his shoes and headed outside.
Smoke rose from behind buildings a block or two away. Within seconds he was there. A crowd was gathered around the building, the street filled with civilians as they stared in horror. An apartment building was up in flames. Oda reached for the nearest person.
“Is there anyone inside?”
The woman nodded, “Y-yes! I don’t see my neighbor. She might still be in there, the third floor! Please, someone help!”
Without a second thought, Oda rushed in, covering his face with his t-shirt to keep from inhaling as much smoke as he could manage. He did as he had learned, keeping close to the walls of the building as he made his way towards the stairs.
The heat of the fire was becoming increasingly intense, sweat dripped from Oda’s temple.
“Is anyone in here?!” He yelled, coughing as he inhaled the heat and thick smoke.
“Help!” A voice cried out. Oda headed up the stairs and followed the voice of the woman as she continued to cry out for help.
The door to the apartment she was in was locked. With a quick thrust forward with his shoulder, he burst through, a wall of fire surged upward, catching his sleeve on fire. Oda quickly patted it out and headed inside.
“I got you. I got you.” Oda lifted the woman, helping her to her feet. The room was pitch black with smoke. “Cover your face with your shirt.” The man helped the woman down the stairs and safely out of the building. Though glad that the woman was safe, the crowd still stared in horror at the building.
“There’s still someone insi--”
Fire burst through the windows and doors of the building and a rising wall of flames began to take over.
Sayuri turned in the rest of the documents she had studied from the library, saying a quick goodbye to the librarian before she headed out. Her days off were often spent on things such as studying or training and this day wasn't much different. The only main difference was her outfit. She would usually wear the uniform issued, but as she had no official business beyond her own interests, she was wearing a simple hoodie with a set of jeans. Her headband she had brought along and had it tied around her arm, just in case somebody had the nerve to say civilians weren't allowed in the library.
Her hands were stuffed into the front pocket of her hoodie as she made her way out of the underground hideout and into the fresh air.
Or so she thought.
Something wasn't right and only a few steps further would bring her in sight of the crowd of civilians. It took a minute for her brain to put the pieces together and the heavy scent of smoke. Her hands flew out of her pockets and she was sprinting towards the building. Hopefully, help had already arrived and evacuated everyone, but... the crowd was still growing it seemed. An old lady Sayuri had done a few odd sewing jobs for recognizing her.
"There are still people inside! Oh and Mr. Gravy! My sweet old Gravy, can you-"
She never was allowed to finish as a part of the building groaned and gave out, releasing a plume of smoke out where a window had been a second ago. Sayuri barked a quick reply to the woman before she pulled the tank top she wore underneath her hoodie up to cover her lower face and she headed in. She kept low and kept herself from rubbing at her eyes despite the smoke's sting. It was not worse than a smoke bomb, but she did not want to linger longer than necessary.
The heat was brutal. Scorching even. Sayuri worked through one part of the building, almost stumbling over a grey and soot-covered mess of a cat. "Mr. Gravy! You are coming with me!" the old cat was stuffed into her front pocket and she was about to head out when a voice caught her attention. Shit...
A young boy was stuck between a hole in the floor and a burning sofa - a teddy bear clutched tightly to his chest. Sayuri leaped across the hole to get to the boy. "Hey kiddo! Let's get you outta here, alright?" She picked him up and he more or less strangled her as he threw his arms around her neck, the teddy smushed between them. Mr. Gravy wiggled around and Sayuri moved the boy's legs around so they weren't pressing into the cat. Now all they had to do was get out.
As Sayuri was about to jump across the hole once more the doorway was blocked by a burning beam. Great... seems we are going out the window. The only option wasn't the best one but... She was pretty sure she could swing it. She stifled a couple of coughs and made for the window, leaning out to see the small iron balcony was quite a ways up. Too far to jump... Things were getting a little too interesting for her liking. She took a steadying breath a summoned her chakra chains, wrapping end around the sturdiest part of the balcony, gave it a tug, and then climbed over and started to lower them all down to the ground.
As soon as they had solid ground under them she stopped funneling chakra to lengthen the chain and made for the crowd. None too late, either. The windows blew out and spurred Sayuri into going faster. Panting and smeared with soot and dirt she made it to the crowd. She let the boy down and doubled over in a coughing fit. She righted herself and saw a somewhat familiar face. Familiar was generous... She knew him only as the leading jounin of one of the other platoons. Denryu.