"What cannot be said will be wept." - Sappho
"WAAAHHH WAAAHH….WAAAAHHHAA" The new born's crys echoed throughout the facility. All the young mother could see was a blur, as the men stood above her and cut the cord. The only physical piece that connects the two. It was quickly severed, and just as the child. The mother began to wail among the cold walls. Under the distant glance of the men that were taking her baby away.
"NO NO NONONONO GIVE HER BACK! GIVE HER BACK, GIVE HER BACK,GIVEHERBACKGIVEHERBACK! PLEASE ANYTHING I'LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE JUST GIVE ME MY BABY BACK!" She sobbed and screamed only for her strained voice, to fall on deaf ears. Not one of the men turned to look at her. Not one even cared whether she screamed bloody murder until her throat bleed. Not one cared whether she passed out from exhaustion. Yet even in her sleep she called for her child….
"-ss...B-...BOSS, BOSS!" Izumi shot straight up in her seat. She frantically looked around only to find a boy with lavender hair and tired eyes.
"What's happening?" Izumi asked blinking her eyes and taking in more of her surroundings. She found herself seated on a plain. There weren't any other occupants besides the two and probably pilate. On top of that the place was quiet luxurious.
"We're about to land and you were talking in your sleep again? Was it another bad dream?" Shinou asked, looking at his boss with concern and slight suspicion. For a moment Izumi just stared off into space still feeling strange; to say the least.
"Ummm...y-...yeah just a bad dream…" Izumi stated before fastening her seat belt and staring out the window. Shinou just nodded and went back to looking through his file. Izumi couldn't bring herself to even glance as the folder. It was just running over the numbers and projections for this quarter.
It had been Five years, five long ass years. Even though it had already passed by with half a decade. He still came to that spot hoping that maybe, just maybe she'd show up. After all the time that had passed, she'd magically appear. Though there was no logical or realistic way someone could rise from the dead. The blonde just kind of stood there for a moment before placing the flower down. The last place she had been spotted. Katsuki at the very least hoped that him stopping by every morning and evening on and from his way to work. That she'd notice or that she might come across his note. It was their secret code that the- she, had made up over a decade ago.
'If one of us was to ever be snagged by a villain...we would leave a ume'...Katsuki let his mind trail off pittering to a halt. He hated feeling this way, but hell this was all his fault anyways. It was only right that he felt guilty and carried that bagge with him for the rest of his life.
"Deku if you can hear me? Please come home…" Katsuki muttered under his breath, knowing that a ghost could never hear him. The blonde turned and started back on his route to work. He was still interning for Endeavor, well after Best Jeanist died, Endeavor was the one to take him under his wing.
Once Ground Zero, Katsuki Bakugou, made it into the office he clocked in and went to the locker room. Where of course the half and half bastard was waiting for him.
"What the fuck do you want now dip shit." Ground Zero growled before slamming open his locker. The young man just rolled his heteromatic eyes at Ground Zero.
"Endeavor wants the both of us in his office. There is going to be a large meeting about a new drug. It's already taken effect in most countries. Japan and several other east asian countries are the only select few that have yet to approve the drug." Shoto stated while watching the time pass by on the wall clock.
"Do you happen to know what sort of drug?" Ground Zero asked curious as to how this drug will benefit most of society. "No, all I was told was what I just explained to you. Though, it will be the creator of the drug that presents it during the meeting." Shoto finished only receiving a grunt this time.
The two young men, then made their way to the 5th floor meeting room. It was the largest in the entire office. Unfortunately, any time there was a shift or vote to be made it was in the number one hero's office. So there were dozens of heroes here. Thankfully you had to be a pro and within the top 48 heroes. If not you had to be interning with them. Every hero was aloud their plus one intern but the #1 was aloud two. Ground Zero and Shoto found their seats on either side of Endeavor.
"SETTLE DOWN!" Endeavor, let his voice boom throughout the room. All the chattering ceased and Endeavor took his own seat.
"Thank you, Endeavor." From Endeavor to the woman standing at the opposing head of the table. All eyes were on her, clearing her throat she started the slide. "As I am sure you are all aware. This drug has taken effect, in North America, Central and South America, as well as all but two European and African countries. All over the western world we have seen this drug do good. It has lowered the mortality rate of the hero industry. For not only the heroes themselves but the civilian bystanders, as well as the villians. Less people are dying more criminals are being brought to justice with minor injuries. To put the cherry on top it is saving millions of dollars every year. Lower property destruction means lower taxes, lower taxes means happier citizens. Which means that heroes are being loved and investors are able to funnel more of their funds into meaningful work." The woman stopped for a second her thick corkscrew curls bouncing with each movement.
"That's not even the best part. This drug will also give the added benefit of keeping villains from causing anymore quirk inflicted damage after their infected with the drug." Confusion and fear filled the room.
"And how exactly is this possible?" Kami Woods asked fear tingeing at his words. A wicked smile grew on the womans face. Only to reveal beautiful pearly whites, yet even in her beauty it sent a chill in the air.
"That is just what I hoped one of you would ask." Turning back to the slide she flipped it over to a series of brain scans. "Our drug blocks the bridge of neurons connecting the portion of the brain responsible for your quirk. Thus creating the effect of quirklessness. Do to the nature of this drug all you have to do is get it into the bloodstream. Just like an infectious parasite, it flows through the body and up the back of the neck into the brain." The woman then turned back to her audience with several horrified faces.
"Do to possible lawsuits we already worked out all the bugs before it even hit the market. The drug will not cause any permanent damage to any portion of the body or brain. Why? Because the neurons that control your quirk are made of slightly different proteins than the rest of the brain. They are also shaped differently, so the drug was developed to easily attach itself to these differences." Before she could continue presenting there was a small interruption.
"What if this drug was turned on us? Will the heroes just have to give up their career all because a villain gets a hold of this drug and infects a dozen heros. Our quirks are our livelihood!" Gang Orca fumed, with steam rolling out of his blow hole.
"You think with all the money and time that was invested in this quirk canceling drug that there wouldn't be an antidote for something so new?" The woman asked her evergreen eyes boring holes into the man's soul.
"Just for an incident like this one, our company has developed a remedy. Say, Eraserhead is using the gun variety of our drug. The drug is the ammunition and you place it like any other round inside the gun of choice. He lines up his fire and just as he pulls the trigger something throws it way off course. Say the stray bullet grazed another hero. That hero would have ten minutes to pull out an antibiotic and shoot it into a vein. As long as the antibiotic gets into your bloodstream it can eradicate the original drug just like medication does to a virus. The hero is now back at top shape to fight. Aside from fatigue and what other factors may apply." Looking back to her audience she seen a number of reactions. Some looked like they were for it, while others. Well let's just say they looked like a boulder.
"Now I know that in the past few years there have been a number of disasters here in Japan. I know the citizens are scared because their- no our symbol of peace has fallen. Endeavor and all of you have done the best you can to put a hold on all these criminal activities. But just think...That fateful night about three and a half almost four years ago. What if this drug was legal? We could of shot just one bullet let it graze that villainous monster and could of saved our symbol of peace! Best Jeanist and the many others that gave their lives and their health to be able to save our people. I grew up here, in Japan, and I understand what those people felt when we lost our symbol. The fear we felt when crime rate went up and I was one of many that were affected by those cocky bastards. I also witnessed first hand, heroes that were shoved into a fight they knew they couldn't win. And with everyone just as busy as them, there wasn't much chance of backup coming to the rescue…." she looked around passion burning in her evergreen eyes. They could all tell that she was telling the truth, and that she herself believed in this drug.
"Think if heroes had access to this drug. Even some of the weakest heroes could save people. Instead of getting used as an example by villains to scare and horrify innocent people. On top of that with this drug already being legal in so many other countries. There are already cases of it being smuggled in and the heroes having to go to a black market or leave the country. Just so they can have their quirk back. Quirks are everything in this world...why not put a leash on that too." The woman closed off the slide and scanned over the heroes each and everyone of them she made eye contact with. "I'll leave you be to deliberate, I just hope you all make the right choice, Heroes." That was the last thing she said before she disappeared out of the room. There was a heavy weight in the room, these heroes were about to decide the fate of the country.