Disclaimer) Ive never written a fanfiction, so ill accept any criticism as long as its constructive. Im planning on making Ichika less idiotic and make him a little more ... realistic so if you dont like it, then dont read; This is a demo to see if im as much of a writer as I am a reader so expect some failures here and there. But enough of that, lets go to the legal stuff, character designs and general story are owned by their sponsored organization, I only own the personalties I give everyone

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Ichika Orimura, younger brother of Chifuyu Orimura and currently at the sporting age of 6 was in a predicament. Due to his sisters world renowned reputation as the Mondo Grosso previous champion and a unstoppable force in a fight, there were those who would go to any lengths to see her fail, and the group known as phantom task was not below committing a few nefarious deeds. As threats at peoples loved ones usually worked quite well, they decided not to stop the trend and scooped Ichika from his home and planted him among a grope of hired thugs.

Being a child, Ichika made a tantrum as he learned this usually got him out of uncomfortable situations. However these thugs were quite the sadistic bunch as their response to annoying things was usually blunt trauma. After a couple of strikes from the grown men, Ichika fell upon his back up plan: crying. Not a good idea. After most of the bones were fractured in his ribs, Ichika finally held his tears in resigned silence and prayed his snot would hold in his noes so he wouldn't have to sniffle; the men especially didn't like that noise and enjoyed his screams far more

As Ichika lay on the rough gravel rug of the unknown factory, beaten and broken, his young mind twirled about, trying to find hope somehow as his childish mind began to run out. 'Ill be ok, someone will save me, someone will notice I'm gone, ill just wait.' He played with this idea like a box, trying to find out what it held, a realization of relief, hopefully. 'Sister will save me, shes always there for me!' The box unlocked its lid to grant what it held, yet no relieving statement was held, only the morbid question of doom. 'Why would she come and save me?'

Deep within his mind, his early adult began his siege on his naive younger selfs ideals. 'I'm her brother, she has to take care of me! She loves me!' 'Oh? Maybe she was lying. Maybe she was sick of you, like these guys are. Maybe...she set this up!' Ichika felt a tremor quake through his body. 'She wouldn't ... she couldn't!' 'Oh yeah? Give me one good reason why she would come and save you, why she should even want you around. Shes so strong, your just holding her back; Your a burden!' His body began to convulse as the dread spread through him. He felt himself grow colder as his mind continued. ' Shes doing so much stuff and is busy so often that if you were gone, she would have an easier life; One less thing to deal with, like waking up to find your fish is dead; one less minor convenience. Just face it, your nothing but a weight on her shoulders.'

His world began to collapse and shatter like his body as he began to convulse from the pounding panic attack. The thoughts continued to fire off volleys of self hate. 'Your friends probably don't even like you. Their just using you to get close to the champion of the Mondo Grosso' the child tried to hold protect that last shard of light. 'No! they don't even care about her, we've never even spoken about her!' 'Really? Come on, we both know our "big sister" is nothing short of an idol to the world. If you don't know her, you at least have heard of the wonderful Chifuyu in passing. If I wanted to get close to an idol, id latch onto their closest friend or BURDEN who's gullible enough to accept me and id get them to trust me enough to introduce us. Sounds like a great plan.' As he was slowly blacking out as the panic attack was too much, he saw something white approach him as soon all was covered in black.

(Chifuyu POV)

'This better be it or im going to destroy this entire city.' She approached the building In anticipation. She was down right sick with worry. She had checked almost the entire city. She wouldn't stop her search until she found her brother, and which little shit captured him. She knew she should have placed better security precautions encase this happened. This whole search began as she was preparing for the final round she received a message from an unknown source with a picture of her little brother unconscious on a floor of gravel, with a message reading HIDE AND GO SEEK and the words PLEASE LOSE.

She immediately called Tabane for her help in searching, which she readily agreed to. After a few hours she became desperate and called the Germans for assistants. She hastily agreed to their demands and their co-op search began, after another 2 hours Tabane reported some infrequent activity in a abandoned refinery. Now only going on gut feelings, she rushed to the refinery. As she burst through the door she was greeted with a horrifying sight, thugs spread out within the abandoned facility all holding dangerous fire arms. Yet her eyes only centered on one thing. Ichika, her Ichika, lay on the gravel floor bruised and broken, his body having epileptic spasms as his eyes stared at nothing.

Every thing was gone, her mind was a blank canvas only showing what her eyes viewed. Soon her eyes widened, allowing the mercs into her view, and words flashed through her mind: Brother, pain, cause,you, mercs, kill, torture, destroy, blood, dead, dead, dead. As the mercs noticed the quite apparent white IS in the room, they replied to the sudden invasion with gun fire. As bullets helplessly bounced off the protective shield, she began to repeat the final word aloud like a mantra. "dead, dead, dead, dead..." there was a pause as she looked in the direction of most of the mercs as the killing intent washed over their now shivering bodys, and released a psychotic smile. "your all fucking dead!" she raised her ravager blade and dove at the mercs.

SCEAN BREAK

"god this shift is boring, I wanted to see the tournament" the nurse puffed as she read her magazine at the front desk, she only looked up when she heard an incessant drip noise. what she saw was burned into her memory to haunt her dreams for years. An IS stood in front of her desk covered in fresh blood only with some patches of white. She carried a child who looked dead or damn near close to it seemingly untouched by any blood but heavely bruised and broken. After 15 seconds of silence, the female giant let out a low whisper.

"please...save him"