Silver Lilies
A My Hero Academia FanFiction
Note: BNHA, unfortunately, does not belong to me. I only own my OCs and the rest are Horikoshi's.
Prologue
Humans would've achieved interstellar travel if it weren't for the appearance of quirks. They set the world back hundreds of years despite most believing that the world was now more advanced because of them.
Unstable countries instantly collapsed along with any chance of a power balance among the government and a super-powered civil war broke out across the planet. People began craving physical power over political power, and thus, the job of a hero was born.
With the heroes came the villains- the tails to the heads and the yang to the yin. The two roles that were so different yet drastically similar that only your apparent ideals kept you from becoming evil. But, who's ideals were actually true of intention?
Were heroes and villains really all that different?
Is righteous truly different from wrong?
Was power truly that corrupting-
or is it all in your head?
Sayuri's family were always the powerful ones.
Her dad, Hamasaki Haru, is a wealthy and powerful CEO of a technology tycoon. He has a monopoly over modernized Japan, and is perhaps the most feared businessman in the East. That's just a single side of his control.
There's no point in leading a business if you couldn't control it. Haru didn't just own the business- he was the business. Though his inventions centered more around medical technology and hero inventions, his sub-divisions in architecture and household tech had made H.I.T. the most recognized company in the country.
He never wanted to become a Hero, but his quirk was the reason Sayuri had the ones that she does. Her father's quirk, as of Sayuri's current understanding, gives him the ability to simply read the thoughts of others. He couldn't manipulate them, or change them, but still, it was a pretty awesome quirk. Sayuri has never seen him use it for dirty business dealings, but she never didn't suspect him of it, though the thought made a pang of guilt find its way into her heart.
This man was the one responsible for teaching her how to control and use her quirk safely with it still being as powerful as it could be.
"If your judgement becomes clouded, it will only hurt. If your heart holds back, you'll only be lying to yourself."
He wasn't the public's hero, but he was her's.
Sayuri's mother, Hamasaki Kettei, is the #3 Hero. She's an icon to the young girls of Japan- a role model of sorts. Her quirk justifies her placement above the fiber-bending Best Jeanist and the other top heroes, but the lack of so-called "flash", despite Sayuri thinking that her quirk was gorgeous. puts her below both Endeavor and All Might. She had to learn to take that with a grain of salt for a long time and had to remind herself that her opinion wasn't the supreme one.
Kettei's quirk is also one with the mind, with the ability to command objects of the living and nonliving to do her will. The public calls her quirk "Animation", and to them, she's The Animator, the top female hero.
"Just because my quirk is in my mind doesn't mean I can leave my body behind. The same is for you, Sayuri. Your body cannot become your weakness."
Those words, she lived by, but they never seemed to complete the puzzle. Kettei had claimed that her quirk was mental, but her iconic nature drills and "Ani-Hands" never looked anything like it.
Sayuri believed that her parents were right, however. Her mother had her enlisted in countless physical activities, including numerous martial arts and gymnastics growing up. Home-schooling was the 15-year-old's current source of education because her mother believed that public and private education were equally flawed. The hero tutored the prodigy not only in the core subjects in school, but numerous foreign customs, the heroes of today's society, and other etiquette that she said that Sayuri would need to attend the school that she had when she was younger- U.A. High School.
The Animator, as it stands, has been the only hero to ever graduate from the school early. At the young age of fifteen, Hoshizora Kettei had earned her professional licence and was the youngest Pro to ever walk the streets of Japan. The hero didn't want Sayuri to be her successor to #3, but to #1.
"Look at her beautiful eyes," the nurse cradled the infant girl in a gentle pink blanket, who did indeed have gorgeous silvery-eyes that seemed to light up the entire room. The infant stared innocently back at the nurse with her mouth opened in a relaxed oval shape, revealing a toothless grin as the little girl giggled.
"She's going to be a hero," the woman on the bed sighed, closing her eyes in a flicker of a pained expression. "The best damn one there is."
The nurse handed the infant back to The Animator, who gazed upon her child lovingly while holding the bundle of joy tightly to her chest. "You're going to be the best hero. You're going to pass me one day, my little lily... Sayuri."
"Sayuri-chan," the nurse tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and smiled warmly. "What a beautiful name."
"A child of mine deserves to have a beautiful name."
The girl spat out an inch of blood from her lip, taking deep and shaky breaths of the frigid air in the room. She looked up at her mother, who stood a few meters in front of her. The Animator wore a hard expression on her face as she stared down her daughter.
"Again, Sayuri." The hero's voice echoed across the walls of the training chamber below their estate. "If you want to earn my recommendation, you have to work harder than that. Unless you've already given up."
Sayuri gritted her teeth painfully and ran at he mother again, her footsteps pounding against the floor. She leapt into the air towards her left to avoid her mother's right hook, leaving her right leg slightly behind her. She struck at the inside joint of The Animator's elbow successfully, giving her the momentum to twist around and aim a kick with her left foot at the base of the woman's neck with her heel. The speed of Sayuri's strike made the hero unable to block or dodge the attack, but the girl knew that it wouldn't knock her down. Think!
She pushed off of her momentarily stunned mother, pulling two practice knives out of pouches at her side while still suspended in the air and throwing them towards each of her opponent's shoulders. The hero's mouth slithered into a smirk, pushing her middle and index fingers together on her right hand and pointed them towards the ground as she didn't move from the path of the knives aimed with precision.
Sayuri landed kneeling on her left side, her silver eyes replaced with a bleeding scarlet color as the right side of her mouth curled up.
The Animator's quirk failed to stop the projectiles- it had failed to activate altogether. Her expression failed her calm composure as the slight shock shot through her body. Catching herself with her right foot before she stumbled over, Kettei looked up at her daughter with a slightly confused expression that held an undertone of pride. "My quirk didn't activate, huh?"
"Your quirk didn't. Mine did." The 13-year-old prodigy stood up with her chin held high, her attempt to hide her joy unsuccessful as the scarlet red irises faded into her pupils. "There's a type of energy that gets sent from your core to your brain when your quirk is getting ready to activate. Stop the request, you stop the quirk."
Her mother stepped on the handles of the practice knives on the floor, sending it flying back up into her hand as she caught it. Kettei met her daughter's gaze, another signature smirk appearing on her face.
"That's more like it, my lily."
Sayuri stood over her bathroom vanity, drumming her fingers on the surface as she gazed longingly into her own eyes, pressing her forehead against the cold surface of the mirror against her rather warm skin and letting out a short huff. She hasn't gone outside in almost a week and she needed a breath of fresh air. It was a bit chilly outside, but it was better than the burning August they've had the previous year.
The hero-in-training sprayed dry shampoo onto her brush and began to rake through her tangled bedhead, resting her eyelids in a painful reminder of how short it was. Her mother had said that long hair was a hindrance in the hero world, yet, her own hair was down to her waist when dry, so screw you too, Mom.
After fixing her face so that she didn't look like the sleep-deprived teen that she was, Sayuri outstretched her arms in a desperate attempt to stay awake and walked back into her room, not bothering to pick her feet up as she shuffled across the tile. She was in a decently good mood, all things considered. Academic lessons were off, the two-mile run wasn't for many hours and there was a very nice cup of tea that was probably waiting downstairs.
Somewhere, in the distance, the fates took a drag.
As soon as she walked under the door frame that lead to her room, she smacked her face with both hands in realization, letting them pull down the skin on her face with an image that would scar any mortal that gazed upon her expression.
No. It's not today, right?
Sayuri dove for her phone at her nightstand, freezing in horror when she saw the date. What followed was a very unpleasant groaning noise and a mad dash to her mother's office that would have broken some Olympic records if they were still relevant.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
An unpleasant "MOOOOOOOOM!" and a panicked run was heard as Sayuri swung the door open to her mother's office. Bookshelves lined most of the walls with texts that she probably had no chance of understanding. Systems of surveillance monitors lined the semi-circle desk
"You wrote the recommendation-" she stopped to take a breath, "for the hero course, right?"
Kettei raised her right eyebrow in amusement and rested her chin on her palms. "Yes."
"It's for the A class, right?"
"Yes."
"They actually accepted it, right?"
"Yes."
"The orientation for the other kids who got recommendations is today though, right?"
The hero stood up from her chair and grabbed a stack of papers, her right eye visibly twitching from under a midnight strand. "Yes."
"I should probably get ready for that." Sayuri ran back out the door at the same speed she came in, a frustrated and unnerving scream echoing through the entire mansion as her rapid footsteps became more distant.
Poor maids.
"You probably should." Kettei closed the door with her two fingers, an exhale from her nose showing her amusement at her daughter's lack of coordination. Her daughter's antics, while frustrating at times, had a subtle innocence to them that the hero wasn't keen on spoiling just yet.
Sayuri practically exploded through her closet doors, panicking. Would she wear something casual? Formal? Professional? Who was going to be there? Did she know somebody who was in her class? She flicked on the light switch to her closet and scanned the room. Something that can be all of them... Okay. You got this, Yuri. You're a model.
After around five minutes of scrambling around, Sayuri had managed to pull something together that wouldn't end her reputation. She had pulled one side of her hair back with a pin shaped like a lily, a long-sleeved red sweater blouse that was tucked into a high-waisted black skirt with black leggings underneath finished with a pair of brown boots that reached a few inches above her ankles. She walked over to the mirror that stretched across one of the walls, biting her lip. It was missing something eye-catching.
The thought that she was putting way too much effort into an outfit was quickly dismissed
Sayuri opened a cabinet, grabbing a silver necklace with a cherry blossom tree charm and clasping it around her neck. She grabbed one more box from the cabinet, one of her favorite pieces. Two simple shuriken stud earrings that her mother had bought during an internship while she was still attending U.A. They didn't have any special magic inside of them. They just gave Sayuri a comforting feeling that her mother would always be beside her. That was good enough.
She put everything back in her closet and closed the doors, leaning against them and letting out a slow sigh. Looking up at the ceiling like a holy message might be sent down to earth
U.A. was going to be her first public education, and she couldn't be confident enough to say that she wasn't nervous. Sayuri didn't consider herself a celebrity, but she feared that people would point her out and judge her based on who her parents were. Not that she didn't blame them for it; making assumptions was something normal to do. It was just in the back of her head- the thought that nobody wanted to talk to a stuck-up rich person. But you're not. Sayuri's healthy conscience fought back. Be kind, outgoing, friendly. Make some friends. Be somebody's hero. A hero. Be the best hero. Show that class how good you are.
Sayuri sat in the passenger seat of the car, more anxious than anything. Kettei refused to say if she knew who her classmates were going to be, but she said that there were only two others in Class 1-A who got in from recommendations. To be honest, Sayuri didn't even want an orientation. It was apparently to collect your school uniform and introduce yourself to the other students, since the others will get to do so at the entrance exams. To Sayuri, it sounded like a sugar-coated way to scout out the competition, but she tried not to go there. What if they're nice? What if they're mean? She shivered as her unhealthy conscience returned to her. What if I make enemies with one and we end up having a school long rivalry that will continue on to our hero careers and ultimately jeopardize my chance at being-
"Hamasaki-san," The driver's rough voice sounded from the driver's seat to her right, freeing Sayuri from her internal rambling.
"Y-yes?" There you go again, you idiot. Making everybody worried with you because you can't pull yourself together. Good luck surviving like this. Sayuri itched her temple as she realized that the car had stopped.
"We're here." He gestured to his right side where the famous institution lay. She had seen it before in picture and in person, so it didn't leave her awestruck, but it was for sure impressive. Sayuri had always liked the idea of walking to school on a nice day, but today, her father insisted on having her driven to the school grounds. In her mind, it wasn't worth fighting for.
It felt like Sayuri had an entire zoo in her stomach as she reached for the car door handle. It's just an orientation, right? Do we have to compete against each other? I should've worn something better. What if I get kicked out before the year even starts? She opened the car door and stepped out, closing it and waving as the chauffeur drove the van away. Relieved that she still had time, Sayuri fished in her purse for her Student I.D. card, briskly walking to the gate. Here we go... The future!
"Hey!" A feminine voice sounded behind her and the tone very much suggesting a conversation.
That was all it took for her stomach to drop to the floor. You're not a criminal. Play everything cool. Be cool.
Sayuri turned around calmly with a neutral expression on her face, her Student I.D. consequently facing outwards. "Hello-"
"Hamasaki? Wait a second," the girl said, her brows furrowed as her eyes found Sayuri's card. Don't recognize me. Don't recognize me. Don't recognize me. Please, have mercy. Don't do it. It's not hard. Just don't say anything. We can be friends.
Sayuri didn't like to call herself famous in a desperate attempt to shoo an ego, but as a result of her mother's popularity with the press, she had been dragged along in the same boat. Whenever The Animator was out of costume with Sayuri, there wasn't a paparazzi, per say, but she noticed people take out their phones and take pictures of them more often than not. Sometimes they'd approach her mom with action figures of herself, or just random personal items that they wanted an autograph on. She had gotten used to it, but if Sayuri said that it wasn't exhausting at times-
well, that'd be a lie.
Kettei had also been popular in interviews, where it was hard to hide the fact that she had a daughter. Sayuri didn't blame her mom. She blamed the fraction of people who couldn't mind their own business and who made a living on false scandals and false stories.
"You're Hamasaki Sayuri, The Animator's daughter!" Her voice had an undertone of intrigue and surprise that the brunette internally winced at. The girl Sayuri faced was only a couple centimeters shorter than her, a spiky black ponytail up on her head with a bang on the right side. She wore something similar to Sayuri, only her outfit had was missing the jewelry and was composed of a different color scheme.
Kill me, please.
Author's Note
This is my first ever fanfic and I'm not exactly sure where I'm going to take it just yet. I'm true to my belief that there's no point of inserts if something doesn't change.
No, it's not Momo, it's Doctor Who.
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CIAO!