"You people are out of control!" Atasuke growled, ducking a shard of wood that slammed into the wall behind him. "The more damage you cause, the more difficult it will become to pay rent!" 

The house had gone from being quiet to a war zone in less than thirty seconds. That had to be a new record. His first day off and already he has to try and unfuck things; he was not a happy camper. Flinging off his overcoat, he desperately looked around for something that could put out the fire. 

Salvation came in the form of a bucket of water, which was conveniently located directly next to the stairs when it had been brought down from the time the ceiling still leaked.

He clutched it, tossing the water over the fire, aiming to extinguish it with no regard as to who got soaked.

"Enough is enough!"