I never had my parents in my life. One never showed up.
The other didn't stay in my life for long.
I was barely holding onto consciousness as I struggled against a weight on top of me. I griped, pulled, and slightly pushed. The weight rolled over to my side. I sucked in a breath. Before getting up and pushing myself to a stand. My surroundings weren't really clear. but the beautiful plaid of blonde that laid sprawled out against the ground coming from a body that I recognized all too quickly.
"Mother!" My heart jumped into my lungs as I rushed with all my ability only to trip a few times and fall to my knees next to her. Tears at her costume and scratches and cuts decorated her body soot mixed with blood. I picked her up in my arms and the way her arms and body move like she was limp and lifeless.
She wasn't responding. The worse of it all she wasn't breathing.
"Mother do not do this," I place her back on the floor and use both of my hands to pump at the middle of her chest. Beginning to do CPR. I quickly breathed into her and pumped at her chest more. "Don't leave me." My heart was racing as I placed my ear against her chest.
No heartbeat. I quickly rise and repeat the process tears pricking at my eyes.
"N-No, DO NOT LEAVE ME GODAMMIT!" The deafening roar of thunder then rain followed after like it was an omen from God himself. I refused to believe it.
The tears started to mix with the rain as I screamed into the air. "Somebody help goddammit!" I continued to do CPR. I refused to give up. "Wake up Mom! P-please do not leave me like this."
"D-don't l-leave me like this..."
I never had my parents in my life. One never showed up.
The other didn't stay in my life for long.
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My Hero Academia: Akio Takeyama
Life at home always left this feeling of foreboding and tension in the air.
The way the floorboards creaked as I crept across the halls into the kitchen at night to eat my covered up dinner. When was the last time I ate dinner with my aunt? Weeks or months? Certainly, it wasn't a year already. The spoon in my hand felt useless, picking at the food, that I didn't want to eat.
I don't remember the last time I had an appetite. Pushing off the table I stand up out of my seat. With the plate of food in my hand, I go straight to the garbage and dump the contents into the trash.
When I was born, I was cut out of my mother's stomach, there was no way to naturally have me as my mother's body was too small and frail to do so.
"Is it going to hurt?" My mother asked eerily calm to the fact she was ready to deliver a baby to the world. There was a common fear that came with pregnancy and when a woman goes into labor. The doctors reassured her that everything would be alright and the procedure would be painless.
"You shouldn't worry Takeyama-san, it will be over before you know it."
Yes, a very honest doctor. When mother awoke, she didn't realize that the surgery was already over. Her son cradled in the arms of her mother and her father standing beside her.
"A new addition to the Takeyama family...what will you name him?" Names. gods, why didn't she think of any names. Yu takeyama was at a stump.
My mother hadn't truly thought up a good name. She wanted a name that meant something...something that her son embodied. Something short and easy to pronounce. The baby was in her arms a second later, her lips curved up into a smile, a spitting image of her. "A boy."
The sunlight reflecting into the room from the window is bright and it makes Yu strain her eyes a bit. "Akio."
I was smart; Smarter than most boys my age. Vaguely I remember my mother's happy smile every time I was able to spell a word with the blocks given to me. My mother was my world. Any time I was sad, she was the first person I ran to. When I always had a nightmare and couldn't sleep she would sing a lullaby or sleep with me through the night.
My mother left when I was 4 turning 5. Growing up I couldn't quite understand her reasons behind leaving without at least telling her only child goodbye. She never gave a reason and if she did my aunt - who became my primary caretaker - would always avoid answering the question. Besides that, I grew up most of my kids years with a growing resentment for my mother. Never once did she send a letter, text, or even showed an interest in wanting to come and visit.
My growing resentment for her had an everlasting effect on my relationships at home. My aunt and I would argue almost every other day now. Whether it be during dinner, and even a small disagreement would blow up into a more heated argument. We've drifted apart in the past couple of years but I just can't bring myself to apologize. My aunt was always my role model when I grew up.
A hero worth being. No matter what she would try and make time for me even when I was a child, to visit my school when they held events, or to give me a warm welcome into the house. Her personality comes off as abrasive but I know her to be more mellow and caring on the inside - she just has a funny way of showing it. Perhaps she's afraid to show it. I love my aunt dearly...but she keeps things from me. I've caught her talking to mother on different occasions on the phone, however, when I later confront her about it she brushes me off.
That was the argument we had a month ago. We haven't talked and nor do I want to.
"What are you doing up so early?" Or perhaps I would be forced to do so sooner than later. Setting the white dish in the cabinet, I turned off the water and dried my hands off with a red towel.
"Hungry," I answer. Please, leave me alone. Not wanting to see her face, I didn't bother turning around from the sink.
There is a deafening silence.
"You're avoiding me..." Aunty Ataru states. There was no given response from me because it was the truth. I am avoiding her. Aunty Ataru audibly sighs before I hear the floorboards creek behind me. My body tenses the closer she gets and soon enough I know she's standing mere inches away from me. Slowly her arms slink under and over my stomach to wrap me in a hug. Her head rests on my shoulder, red hair tickling the side of my neck.
"You're really getting on my nerves you know that?" She quietly mutters into my back. My mouth lowers into a frown and I can feel myself wavering against my aunt. I'm tired. I'm so tired of always fighting, the secrets, and frustration. My shoulders start to shake and I feel my sobs begin to slip out in whimpers and sharp intakes of breath. My aunt silently turns me around and places my head to rest on her chest.
"I hate it here." I silently admit in a whisper, allowing my tears to flow and soak themselves into the fabric of her grey shirt. Fingers curled their way through my blonde locks. I truly wish I could go far away from here, so tot run from my problems and all the stress that's been put on my psyche this month.
"It's okay, you don't have to force yourself to attend school tomorrow," Lia reassures and I gently shake my head. No, i need to go to school tomorrow...I need something to distract me from thinking about my mother. Besides, admissions are due tomorrow and I need to turn in my application. U.A was my dream school but deadlines to sign up for the schools' hero admission test already have passed. Attending U.A had a lot of great heroes as teachers at their school and many of their albums are top heroes in Japan right now.
Like Reflectee: the reflect hero, - although her career was cut short due to early retirement - and my aunt who's hero alias is Tentamaru. Not worldwide known but definitely a household name within the hero community. If I remember she was in the top 500 during rankings last year. However, she has been working very hard this year.
"Have you finally calmed down?" Aunty Ataru asked, gently grabbing my face and wiping the dry tears off with the back of her hand. I nod and push her hands away. I don't need her help. What time is it? I glance up at the clock. It's only an hour before I have to get ready for school.
...
"Can we..." I bite my lip, debating if I should just take it easy or train.
"Train? If that's what you want." Aunty Ataru states as if she had read my mind. Training is such a good way to let out stress and the frustration on my shoulders. But more importantly, I've neglected training as of late because of our little dispute and because Aunty was always the one who trained with me. I really shouldn't be neglecting my training...especially with how much strain my quirk puts on my body. If I'm to become a hero I need to be able to last longer in battle.
I take a deep intake of breath. It's shaky but relieving to know I'm not being weighed down by some invisible force.
My eyes glance at my hands then up to Aunty Ataru. "I'm sorry I didn't apply for U.A..." My apology makes her red hair flare to life for just a moment. Her quirk hardening and fusing the strands of her hairs together to create tentacle-like appendages on the top of her head. They're upright for a moment before slowly returning to its passive position.
"Don't worry about it," Her eyes lower for a moment before coming back up to stare at me. "Just do what makes you happy okay?"
I nod.
She turns and leaves me standing in the kitchen.
Do what makes you happy. If only it were that simple.
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