Make Me Worth Something Greater
Prologue
The sound of a violin being played beautifully echoed throughout the halls. The player sat atop a wooden crate in the tight, dimmly lit hall. Her light blue hair bounced slightly with the movement of her hand. Her bow glided gracefully over the four strings of the wooden instrument. The quick tempo she kept slowly slowed down. Eventually, with one last long note, the song she was playing ended. The girl hopped off of the crate and landed on the cold stone ground. She began walking away until a voice stopped her.
"Ritsuko," they said. The voice belonged to a young boy; not much older than fourteen. She looked into the small window in the door of his cell room to see the boy. His black hair was wild, a bit tangled, and ended just above his shoulders. The orange eyes he possessed had a faint sparkle in them. They would be so much more stunning had he not been stuck in that cell. Still, he seemed a bit happy despite the grim place he was trapped in. "Can you play one more for us? The one that you play sometimes before you leave. You know, to help us go to sleep?"
"Yes, can you please?" a girl asked. She was in a cell on the other side of the boy, just a few doors down. Ritsuko walked back to the crate she was on before.
"Sure. If it will help you guys tonight, then I'll gladly do it." She sat back on the wooden box, carefully holding the violin and bow. She always held them a certain way. With her bow, her pinky never touched it. She always made sure that her pinky holding the neck of the violin never touched the instrument either. If she allowed it to happen, her quirk would destroy it. That was something that she didn't want since she valued the wooden object.
Holding the two objects in the way she needed to, she began to play one more song for the night. The tempo of the entire piece was slow, as it was one that would help someone fall asleep. The different pitches of the notes varied in volume. Her dark grey eyes were closed for nearly the entire duration of the song. It was only after the last note finished echoing that she slowly opened them. She quietly got off the box and went to the other side of the long hall, walking past the many cells until reaching a door. The girl opened the metal door soundlessly.
"Good night, everyone," she whispered before slowly closing the door. Ritsuko walked down a hall until she reached a door. After going inside the room, she went to a violin case. The girl opened it and placed the instrument and bow in. She closed it and went back into the hall. Ritsuko walked a bit before she was met with a taller male. He stood at five feet and nine inches. She was only an inch shorter, making her five feet and eight inches. The male stared at her with dark blue eyes and spiky, dark brown hair.
"Where are you going?" he asked in a slightly protective way.
"Out," Ritsuko stated bluntly.
"Why?"
"I have to get some things. Tell my father that I will be back by 10:30." She heard the man scoff at her words before moving out of her way. She continued forward down the hall. The girl pressed a button, and a painting moved. She stepped out of the secret passage and into an open room. The place resembled a bar of sorts. Ritsuko pressed a hidden button inside the room, making the painting move again to cover up the passageway.
Now she could see the picture of the painting. It was just a simple forest at night; nothing special. After looking at it for a few more moments, she walked to the front entrance to leave. Ritsuko stepped out into the cold air before going up a short staircase. She thanked herself for grabbing a jacket on her way out. It was a white winter jacket that had black fur on the edge of the hood and the edge of the wrists. The collar stuck up a bit, successfully shielding her mouth from the side so the cold wind couldn't hit it. Ritsuko walked up the stairs and ended up in the empty street. This area of the city was abandoned, so no one would see her.
The girl walked for a while before finally getting to a place that was bustling with life. Her long light blue hair was at her waist before a breeze caused it to sway a bit to the side.
Ritsuko started walking again and eventually found herself in a store. She grabbed a basket to hold the things she planned on getting. As she went through the aisles, she snatched up food and drinks. She made it to the medical aisle and placed some of the things in her basket. It was mostly just bandages, gauze, painkillers, and medicine for sickness. She stepped out of the aisle and someone bumped into her, resulting in her falling on her right side.
"I'm sorry!" they rushed. It was a boy. "Let me help you."
"No need," she said, hoping that he wouldn't sick around. She was never really good in social situations, especially with strangers. Keeping a conversation was hard for her since she never knew what to talk about; she wasn't that up to date with current events or had much in her life that she would share either.
Ritsuko sat up, flinching from the pain in her right hip. It wasn't necessarily from the fall; her hip was damaged long before. She saw the boy assisting her by putting what fell out of her basket back in it. The young boy was around her age. He had forest green hair, dark green eyes, pale skin, and four freckles on both cheeks in the shape of a diamond.
"You really don't need to help me," she said again. He looked to her.
"But I knocked you down and made you drop most of your things, so I should help as a way to apologize," he pointed out. By the time the pain in her hip died down a bit, she noticed that he already had eveything back in the basket. It was all placed neater than she had it before since she was just kind of throwing what she was picking up in it so she could leave quickly. Usually though, she did keep things fairly organized.
"Here," she heard him say. He was already on his feet, offering a hand that she could take so he could pull her up. However, she just ignored his hand and pushed herself up. It's not that she was afraid of him or anything, it was just that she didn't like touch. She was hardly ever showed affection through touch growing up, so she prefered not touching people at all.
Ritsuko took the handle of the basket from him, making sure her index finger didn't touch it while she held it.
"Thank you," she said to him. The girl saw his face dust with pink.
"Y- your w- welcome," the shorter boy stuttered out. She looked down at him for a moment before turning and making her way to the counter.
He watched her walk away. It was rather obvious to him that she was in pain, but he didn't question it. When he had looked into her dark grey eyes he saw nothing but sadness and despair. He wanted to know what was making her feel so hopeless, but again, she was a stranger, so he wouldn't put himself in her affairs. Although, he had this nagging feeling in him that he should help her, but he knew that he couldn't just be straightforward. Saying 'hey, you have some serious problems; let me help' definitely was not a good way to go about it. With the way she acted, he knew she would just brush him off if he went about it like that. Instead, he waited for her. He was going to catch her name at the very least.
After about a minute of him standing just outside of the small store, he finally saw her exit. He knew that the way he was going about this was somewhat shady, but it was the best thing he came up with. She wasted no time in turning to get to her destination.
He ran up to her and said, "H- hey, sorry about earlier." She immediately stopped. After a few seconds she turned to see him.
"No worries," she said, keeping her sentence short and her eyes not directly on him.
"U- um, my name is Midoriya Izuku," he said, a faint, welcoming smile on his features. He saw her shift on her feet a bit uncomfortably. Then he saw that the girl was messing with a necklace that was hanging from her neck. Although, he didn't know what is was since he couldn't see it from where he was.
"Cool," she said.
He saw her turn to walk away, but he stopped her by asking, "M- mind if you tell me your name?"
She paused for a moment, thinking. The girl was aware that he knew about her father, but not about her. Since that was the case, she kept it at just her first name. As she lowered her hand from her necklace, she said, "Ritsuko."
"W- well, m- maybe we can see each other again sometime," he suggested. There was a silence between them that lasted for a few seconds.
"Maybe," she breathed, finally responding to him. Then she turned back to where she was going and resumed walking.
Izuku watched her go down the sidewalk. Although, he didn't get to watch for too long since he heard his phone buzz from inside the pocket of his jacket. He pulled out the device and saw that he had received a message. While doing so, he saw that the time was 9:17. The caller ID of the message said that it was Uraraka.
Uraraka: Did you get the snacks and drinks from the store deku?
Izuku facepalmed before looking back down at his phone.
Izuku: Sorry got distracted so i will be a bit late
After texting her, Izuku shoved his phone back in his pocket. He walked back into the store to get what he needed. Him and his friends were having a party, and they were running low on some food and drinks. He ended getting the short end of the stick. Literally. Since he drew the shortest stick, he had to go out and replenish the snacks.
Getting everything was quick, but it was the walk that took most of his time. However, when he finally got back to his friends, he was greeted in two different ways by two different people. The worried and the irritated.
"You're back! I was getting worried!" That was Uraraka.
"Finally! It took you long enough, shitty Deku." That was Katsuki. The only reason he was here was because Kirishima got him to come. Izuku was glad that he didn't bother him too much during the party.
"Sorry it took so long!"
"That's fine! It was manly of you to go out and do it," Kirishima told him
"Right, dude!" Kaminari said.
Izuku set down the bags he had, and everyone got a pick at what was there. For the remainder of the party, he was just sitting by himself. His thoughts were mostly thinking about Ritsuko since he got back. He just couldn't get the helpless glint her dark grey eyes had out of his mind. On top of that, she was in pain. His first guess was that he had accidentally hurt her when he caused her to fall. Then he had the idea that she was already in pain before he bumped into her. If that was the case, he guessed that she might either have abusive parents or was in an abusive relationship. Although, he wasn't sure.
"Deeeekuuuu!" he heard. It startled him out of his thoughts.
"S- sorry!" Izuku said. When he looked up, he saw Uraraka and Iida.
"There he is! Back to reality!" Iida said.
"I thought we would never reach you," the girl teased. Izuku showed them a sheepish smile.
"Sorry," he repeated. Izuku told himself that he would think about the girl later. For now, he would focus on his friends and the party.
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Ritsuko sat on her soft bed in her room, earbuds blasting music in her ears. Her grey eyes glanced at the clock on the nightstand beside her bed. It was 12:34 am. A sigh escaped her as she turned off the lamp and layed down. While in the darkness, she thought about the boy she had encountered at the store.
Midoriya Izuku.
Her father talked about him. He didn't like him very much. After a few minutes her music player switched to the next song in the playlist.
She knew about Izuku long before. Since a bit over a year ago. Ritsuko was aware that he was in his second year of UA now. It was only after she heard his name that she had pieced his appearance to a picture she had seen of him before. He was nice, so she felt bad about her father disliking him. She wasn't naïve, however; she knew why he didn't like him.
Even though he was kind to her by helping her, Ritsuko still wasn't so sure. She didn't trust him by all means; she never truely trusted anyone due to how she has lived since childhood. The only ones she did trust completely was her mother, father, and childhood friend. The woman wasn't around now though. Her father was usually planning or thinking about something, and she didn't want to bother him. Her childhood friend was usually around and willing to talk, so he was who she talked to the most out of the three when it came to things bothering her.
She didn't want her father to find Izuku though. To hurt him. She also didn't want to actively talk to him either, as she felt that way about everyone else. Ritsuko just didn't like to be apart of conversations.
Plus, Izuku made her feel weird. He had offered her all of his kindness even though she was a stranger. No one did that before him except for her friend since childhood. No one. Ever.
She didn't like the way the green haired boy made her feel.
She decided she would try to avoid him.
Word Count: 2457
Hey, thanks for taking your probably valuable time reading the prologue for this story! It may be cliché or whatever since the MC falls for the kid of their enemy, but it's still something that can be interesting.
For right now, I'm not certain when I will post the next chapter, but it will most likely be within the next week or two.
Also, any review is welcome since I can use them to help me become a better writer. I also like to take ideas sometimes and put them somewhere in the story.
~ Posted August 22, 2018
