"Kacchan, wait up!"
Class had just ended today. A green-haired boy, Midoriya Izuku, chased his childhood friend who had quickly left the class. The friend "Kacchan," or Bakugou Katsuki, clicked his tongue and snapped his head to the side and glared over his shoulder. "Stop being so fucking slow, Deku!"
Midoriya winced at the harsh language, but it's nothing new as he simply shrugged it off and laughed a sheepish laugh. Bakugou clicked his tongue, turn his head away and walked. Midoriya walked beside him, quietly. "This fucking sucks," Bakugou cussed, "why are we still having class when the world is in a goddamn apocalypse?"
What, you did remember what happened didn't you?
To summarize, four years ago there was a virus outbreak that quickly spread and infected many. Sick, dying, elderly, basically those who are not in their most healthy condition. They died, came back to life, although they are certainly not alive, eats the living and turns them to be like the reanimated corpses, and the cycle repeats. Et voilà! The Zombie Apocalypse has been commenced!
These two boys miraculously survived the outbreak, although really, the credit goes to those teenage delinquents. So for those four hellish years, they had been taken to sanctuary by those girls, who turned out to be prepared for the apocalypse. Quite suspicious, but that's because they had taken precautioun the moment there was a virus outbreak announcement. They gathered people who believed the outbreak will take effect and searched for a place as their headquarter. Luckily an owner of a housing complex was a member, and they decided to use it.
Houses are powered with sun panels, and has a large chunk of land to use for gardening and it even has a clean river. Fairly convinient and very much suspicious, as Bakugou said. But it's better this way, easier to survive. Although of course, there were no sturdy walls until just a year after. Guns? It was a challenge to get them, but they managed. Foods? I'd say they're pretty well stocked with canned food worth months. But no animals.
That said, they had people who can garden, fix electronics, use weapons, and teach. The reason that a "school" is still operating, and the reason why Bakugou is irritated. Let's face it though; Bakugou is irritated all the time. "I should be patroling, not fucking studying," he cursed. Midoriya smiled nervously. "W-well... it can't be helped..."
"No, it can be helped!" Bakugou yelled, kicking off a pebble on the road. "Just stop teaching! Is that supposed to be fucking hard?!" He roared and sent daggers to the road. Midoriya yelped at the sudden raise of his voice and waved his hands in front of him. "K-Kacchan, calm down! It's not like we have a choice, do we? Dazai-san and Akiya-san saved us. The least we can do is to follow their orders," the green-head tried to reason.
"Midoriya-kun, don't you think that's getting old?"
The two boys turned around to see Dazai and Akiya, smiling and scowling respectively with both hands inside their pant's pockets. Gone were those uniforms and they now wear something more suitable and argueably fashionable; Dazai with her black vest over a striped dress shirt that is light blue in hue along with a bolo tie which is held by a brown ribbon and a turquoise pendant. Beige pants, dark brown shoes, and those bandages on her face is now gone, but the ones around her neck and arm are still present.
Akiya's outfit consists of a white button up shirt under a dark red vest, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows, black slacks, a black belt hanging off her right hip and black low-arch shoes. She still wears her black pet-collar leather choker with the adition of wearing black gloves and a black fedora with a red hatband, and a thin silver chain that hangs over the brim.
"Up until now I still wonder why you two had a piece of trash for your clothing," Bakugou scowled. To translate, what he actually said is "where in this burning world did you get that fancy fabrics?" with a hint of jealousy. Dazai got the code, no problem, but unfortunately Akiya didn't as she went on a verbal rampage which emitted more screaming from Bakugou.
"Tone it down. You guys will attract the Zeds if this continues," Dazai let out an irritated sigh. The Zeds are, to put it simply, zombies. There are a five types; the "normal" zeds, Crawlers, Runners, Grabbers, and Lurkers. Dazai categorized them. But that can be explained later. Because now, just now, for some reason, Midoriya just noticed how dripping wet Dazai is.
"Dazai-san, did you...?" A grin appeared on her face was all the answer he needed, and Midoriya sighed. "For someone with a lot to defend, you're mental for being suicidal," Bakugou rolled his eyes. Dazai giggled like a school girl she was, approached Midoriya and clinged her arm around his neck. "Midoriya-kun, you're going to the cemetery right? Let's get some flowers, I'll go with you!" Dazai said happily and walked away.
"Bandages, the fuck will you do to him?!" Bakugou screamed. Midoriya looked back and signed him that it's fine while Dazai simply waved without looking back. Bakugou clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "If you do anything to him I swear I'll fucking kill you!" He screamed again. Akiya sighed and shook her head. Successfully making her stop, Dazai turned her head to look over her shoulder, eyes darkened and lips stretched to a grim smirk that sent chills down Bakugou's spine.
"We'll see about that."
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"That bitch is fucking crazy. What's her deal?" Bakugou scowled. About a hundred meters away from the complex and deep inside a forest as he is patroling. Walking beside him is Akiya, gloved hands in her pockets. She sighed and gave him a blank glance. "You won't understand her with that temper you know," she adviced. Bakugou rolled his eyes and sent a glare to the shorter female. "Like you could?"
"My temper is far better than yours," Akiya hissed. "And plus, I've known her for seventeen years. It's natural for me to understand her, even just a little bit," she added. Bakugou snorted, nearly laughing. "Seventeen years and just a little bit, huh? Know why she's suicidal?" Bakugou asks, his tone challenging. Akiya shrugged. "That damned bandages was already there when I first met her."
"But that's because her parent's abuse to her," Akiya said quietly. Bakugou's eyes widen a tiny bit but his composure remained. "So she was abused. Then what? She killed them?" He asked with a grin. Akiya didn't glance at him, eyes staring right ahead as she answered; "yes." Bakugou jolted in surprise. He was only joking (which is highly unlikely), and that's probably not something to joke about. And to get it actually right? "She wha--"
A rustle of bushes alerted the two as they readied their weapon. Seconds later a girl fell out of a thick bush, shuffled to her feet and ran again. Two Zeds appeared behind her, sloppily running chasing after her. "H-Help! Please!" The girl screamed towards the two. "Two Runners," Bakugo said and readied his baseball bat, wrapped in barbed wire while Akiya took out her knife. The girl ran past and the Runners turned their attention to them. Bakugou and Akiya side stepped, tripped the Zeds and quickly killed them.
"Die! Die! Die!" Well, Akiya killed it quick. Bakugou's choice of weapon certainly gave him the inability to insta-kill the Zeds. "Pipe down you idiot!" She hissed, then sighed. Turning over to the girl only to found her bowing 90 degree and saying thank you. The girl; has fair skin, big round brown eyes. She looks well fed, not skinny or anything of the sort. The cloth she wore seems pretty clean. Pink T-shirt, short jeans and winter boots. While there may be dust here and there, it was not a rag. Well, Akiya herself dons a high-class clothing, but only because she had prepared it beforehand. Suspicion washed in; she should send her in and let Dazai do the work.
"You with a group?" Akiya asked. The girl shook her head, eyes drooping with sadness. "No... I was with my mom and dad until just a few days ago, but..." Akiya nodded, not pressing more into the matter. "Oi, fancy hat! What do you mean she killed her parents?!" Bakugou roared. He had just finished smashing the Zed's head to mush.
The girl jolted, almost looking offended but Akiya simply told her that the ash-blond boy wasn't talking to her. "What about food?" Akiya asked again. "Don't fucking ignore me, shortie!" She grimaced at the loud voice before she raised her shoulders which hoisted a small pink backpack. "I only have food bars enough for two days..." she mumbled with a pout.
"Right. If you can still walk, you just go straight from here until you see a gate. It'll be guarded, so if you're pointed with a gun just raise your hands and tell them Akiya sent you. They'll have you talk to someone," Akiya explained curtly and patted the girl's shoulder. She gave her a scared look, and Akiya blinked in reaction. "The coast is cleared, don't worry."
At that her expression lightened. She smiled widely, bowed down and thanked them once again before she went to the designated location. Akiya couldn't help but smile a bit. "Shortie, you got some explanation to do here," she heard Bakugou. Sighing and rolling her eyes she turned to him and crossed her hands. "Right. Where were we?" "Are you fucking kidding me?!"
~~~
Back to Dazai and Midoriya, they had picked flowers and are on their way to the field across the river. "I'm so glad there's a flower field nearby! Good for you~" Dazai cooed with a grin. Midoriya simply smiled, not saying a thing. Rattling of the sword filled their silence, along with Dazai's oddly calming humming.
"Midoriya-kun," Dazai called, "if you don't mind me asking, what was your mother like?" She asks softly. Midoriya raised his head, and stares at the sky with a smile. "She was very kind and supportive. Protective too. My father never really come home a lot, so I'm really close with her. So when I saw her..." Midoriya's head hung low. Dazai patted his head, ruffling his green locks. "I'm sorry. It must be tough for you."
He sniffled, but quickly shook his head. "Do you miss your parents, Dazai-san?" He then asked. However the boy quickly apologized for being nosy. Dazai laughed. "Don't sweat it, Midoriya-kun," she gave her an assuring smile. "To be honest, no. They were horrible," Dazai confessed casually. Flinching Midoriya stuttered that they couldn't have been that bad, but Dazai shrugged. "Most of my bandages is because of my mom."
"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked..." Midoriya muttered. Once again, the brunette laughed. "I told you it's fine!" She reminded, patting Midoriya's back. Before they knew it, they have arrived. Many makeshift crosses are planted in the green field, lined up in an organized line. Midoriya went over to his mother's tomb (although her body isn't burried).
Midoriya kneeled, placed the flowers in front of the cross, and pressed his hand together. Closing his eyes he chanted a prayer quietly for a few moments before opening his eyes again, full of tears. Quickly he wiped it away, kissed the cross and stood up. "Dazai-san?" He called, looking around. Seeing a silhouette of someone sitting under a tree in a distance. And so he approached the tree.
Dazai leaned on the wooden cross, facing the tree. The shade of the tree protected them from the harsh sunlight and wind blew softly against their skin. It was so peaceful; almost as if no apocalypse took place. "You're here, Dazai-san?" Said Midoriya. Not turning her sight she smiled. "Do you know who's grave this is?" Dazai asked calmly.
"No... But it looks like someone precious to you," Midoriya answered. Dazai looked to her side, but not exactly looking at the green-head. "Why do you think so?" "This is the first time I see you visit a grave," Midoriya answered again. Dazai smiled and closed her eyes, cocking her head to the back. "Does it look like visiting a grave?" She asked with amusement hinted in her voice.
"Yes..." Midoriya answered quietly but honestly. Snapping her eyes open, she glanced at the green-head before closing her eyes and smiled again. She turned to face Midoriya and placed her right hand on the cross. "This was my friend," Dazai started. "He died five years ago, before the apocalypse. He helped me to stop being a delinquent, but after his death I just returned to be who I was."
"U-Um..." "It was a joke," Dazai said, standing up and patted the dirt away from her pants. Raising her head she smiled and waved. "Hello, Akutagawa-kun~!" She cooed. Midoriya turned around to see a pale young man walking over to them He has short, choppy black hair with side bangs which reach his chin and turn white at the tips. Dons a white dress shirt, decorated with layered ruffled fabric. He also wears a white cravat, black pants and black shoes.
Akutagawa brushed past the young boy, standing face to face with the brunette. Midoriya sweatdropped; he's used to how that man acted to him, especially when he's around Dazai. "What's to report?" Dazai asked curiously. "A girl just arrived. She said she was sent by Akiya-san," replied Akutagawa with no emotion whatsoever. "Oh?" Dazai raised an eyebrow in amusement, smirking.
"It's been a while since someone stumbled upon this place," with closed eyes and both hands hands in her pockets, her smirk shrunked to a calmer, and mysterious smile. The older woman walked past the two male and they trailed behind her, Midoriya fidgeted nervously besides Akutagawa. "Any weapons?" "Just bars for two days," Akutagawa replied. A sudden chill went down their spine; Dazai being the source. With head turned to face Akutagawa she gave him a menacing glare with wide eyes. Slowly, she repeated, "any weapons?"
Akutagawa's shoulder tensed up. The sudden threat was clearly directed to him, but Midoriya can also feel it just by looking at her eyes. "...no weapons," Akutagawa finally replied. Dazai's grim look changed to a happier one, and gone was those cold aura. She didn't said anything but instead just looked forward and continued to walk. The walk to the gate was silent, not a single word was exchanged. 'Dazai-san... can be really scary sometimes,' Midoriya shivered.
From what he had heard, Akutagawa was an underclassmen of Dazai and Akiya. He admired Dazai, but maybe it was more like obsessed. Obsessed for her to acknowledge him. Anyone, especially if they are male, who is close with Dazai and even got a pat on their shoulder, makes him... jealous. For example Nakajima Atsushi, an 18 year old boy who clings around Dazai because either he had a business with her, or either Dazai or Kunikida asked him to. The poor boy was always targeted by Akutagawa, sometimes they got into a fight.
If Midoriya were to be honest, "it's really childish," he would say.
Another thing was that Akiya once revealed that Dazai once approached her admirer and offered him to join her delinquent gang, which he agrees. However he received beating for just talking back to her. Well, to call it beating may be too overrating it. She simply punched him once until he coughed blood. One could only wonder why he was still desperate to gain her acknowledgement.
Shaking his head Midoriya decided to leave that thougt, and before he had realized they had arrived in the small guard post beside the closed gate. "Thank you, Akutagawa-kun. You're dismissed," Dazai gave a smile to the man. He bowed down and walked away, followed by Midoriya. "Oh, Midoriya-kun? Stay here, will you? Watch and learn; we could use a third lie detector," she gave him a wink. Stuttering Midoriya spare a glance to Akutagawa -who gave him a piercing glare- sighing and reluctantly entered the small post. A girl, with big round brown eyes, sat there with tense shoulder filled with nervousness. As they made contact, however, their eyes widened.
"Deku-kun?" "Uraraka-san?!"
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First official chapter is here! I know I just started this book but my school days has now started. I'll try updating every one or two weeks, with one or more update. Thank you for understanding!
~Ene
