Walking all over town is exhausting, and after two hours of doing so, even he felt a faint bit of exhaustion. He looked at the list again, and saw that he high-lighted only two people in the list. He felt pride in the Elites, for he wondered how they ever did their work so professionally.
He went into the final asylum in Tokyo, and showed the reception lady a photo, of a lady in white. She was the last holder. The last holder of the quirk he wished to have. He was sent to a room, in the top floor. He knew the lady, from descriptions that his neighbors had given of their grandmother. She was a sad case, but she had a brilliant quirk. And it would be integral to his plans. He went in the room, thinking about the quirk, but also the story she had was deeply saddening for him. Her own family failed to take care of her. He stayed with her when he was young, when his mother was at work. Her illness still didn't take hold of her, and she was very kind to him, the only other person who comforted him whenever Bakugou and his friends tormented him. He wished for her to live a better life. And she shall. And so will everyone. He had a lot of work to achieve that, and he could not rest. He held her hand, and took the lady to where she belonged. A place she could really call home.
Rin looked at the substitute home-room teacher, who just announced that they will be continuing with the U.A Sports Festival. They expected for it, but they thought that the police would deny them, due to the villain attack. But they didn't, for some reason. Now they had to practice even more for the festival. They went to the training centre, and began to train. While she was changing though, she got a text from a police number. It asked her to visit the station as soon as possible. Even Aizwa-sensei got a message, and asked her to leave immediately. He gave her the exit pass, and she left, accompanied by a police vehicle.
She met Inspector Tsukauchi Naomasa, who held a file on Masayoshi in his arm. He took her into a room, and began to interrogate her, asking her about whether she knew the villain. She spilled the beans in no time, and told him, about how he claimed to know her step-brother, and how he saw his death. Both the student and the inspector looked shocked, as she revealed all the information. The inspector looked startled, and began to take notes, as he looked extremely motivated. They finished in half-an-hour, and he sent her out,looking pleased. He then went inside, and reported the event s to the U.A Staff, and compiled some more information for the report on the villain. He finally found a motive behind the vilain's actions.
He began to understand the villain, if only a bit. And he felt that even more information would follow. They finally began to compile data on him. Every thing that could be gleaned was unreliable, from the color of his eyes to that of his hair. He understood a bit, but only a bit, of the villain.
Deku walked through Tokyo, this time looking for a hidden tunnel. It was where the Elites set base in Tokyo. In the garbage dumps near the centre of the city. He hated the disgusting smell, and hated the trash, but it was a brilliant idea for a hideout. The place itself was, luckily clean, and had a machine to clean the dirt his shoes accumulated. He seemed to develop a fashion taste for formal and western clothing, looking like some business-man.
He went in directly and went into one of the cells. They were built like an army barracks, and everything was sound-proof. They were very professional, and he liked it that way.
He went in and found that there were 7 cells. All full. Each one of the people in the list were in there, comfortable, and secure. He went in the first cell, and found a middle-aged European man, sitting in a depressed position. He had a quirk called 'Air Blast'. A lot like Sensei's Air Cannon, it was even stronger. He only wanted to work and utilise the best quirks now, for his plan. He wanted to be God, and for that, he would have to destroy everybody in the world who opposed him. He touched the man on the neck and black energy struck him. He fainted, with a twisted face. He would remain that way. Excited, he went into the next room. And the next. And the next. And the room after. He felt power surging through him, as each one of his powerful additions coursed through him. He went into the last room, a wide smile on his face. He saw a 50-year old woman, sitting with empty eyes. He walked over to her, looked her in the eye, and touched her neck. But he did this tenderly, unlike the others. She wasn't a criminal, she was unlucky. A bad case of dementia robbed her of everything she had. Other than her quirk. But he decided to keep her comfortable, unlike the others. He took her quirk gently. He called out to the only person he could call grand-mother, and took her quirk. Called Hyper-intelligence, it would permanently boost one's intelligence at an inhuman level. He decided that his next quirk will be from U.A. One quirk from the best of the students. They all had brilliant quirks. But he had already decided on one. It would make him even stronger, and bring sheep into his herd.
He only had some more quirks to gain. He looked up, feeling the power go through him, and he used on of his new quirks to teleport, to a safe spot for him to because one got strong quirks doesn't mean one is stronger. He will get better. He just needed time, and practice.
He went over,using his new quirk, to an isolated spot where nobody would disturb him. He needed to practice, to master his quirks efficiently. It would take a lot of time for him to do so, and he had to master the quirks individually before using them in conjunction. He, though. had time. And a lot of time he had.
Tomura smashed the glass on to the wall in rage. Deku didn't come to the bar in more than two weeks, and had claimed he had work to do. He took a sip from his beer and began to watch the telly again. He then gave a text to his subordinate, asking him to go and scout the U.A Sports Festival for potential recruits and threats for the future. He went back to throwing his drink, as he finished it, and Kurogiri disapprovingly gave him another beer, and he went back to cleaning glasses. The other went back and began to bitch about everything. There was a third, a man in a suit, who watched the blue-haired boy, and hoped for his successor to end him.
Deku began to dye his hair white. He needed to go shopping, for clothes,and hair-bands, and it would be bad if he had both green-hair and green-eyes. He finished dyeing,and wore his contacts. He wore a white casual shirt, black folded trousers,and white sneakers, that reached above his ankles.
'Good to go', he thought, before locking his door, and going out to shop.
He needed clothes, because he liked to be fashionable, and they get destroyed very quickly. Hair-bands, were because he never cut his hair for more than a year. And he grew very attached to it. It also distracted him from cooking well. And cooking was also one of his other hobbies. Or one could call it passion. He would also be buying herbs and rare spices to cook.
He walked down the street, and went into the shopping mall, which was quite full. It was not crowded though, so he was fine with it. He went to buy his hair-bands first, and began trying them in the mirror, tying them up in different ways, so that he was sure which ones he would buy. Most of the bands he bought were black in color, but he bought a green one too, as he liked that color. He noticed, that women were staring at him the entire he looking too much like he was in disguise? Or did Izuku Midoriya get in the news recently?
He tried not to look at the crowd of women that were obviously taking photos of him to be submitted to the police, and he hurried over to the food counter, and tried hiding there, as he began to have a meal. However, his peace did not last as he was slapped on the back by, none other than Iida tenya. He looked surprised to see Deku, or Haruhito, as he would know him by, and asked him if he wanted to join the class, who were going on a shopping trip. The rest of the class was behind him, looking expectantly for an answer. He looked at the other kids, and he saw that even Bakugou and Midoriya were there. The two still seemed to interst him, and he saw again, at the kids. He had nothing else to do, and decided, that he shall bear them. He looked at Tenya, and nodded in agreement.
He looked at Tenya and said,in a deadpan tone,"I'll agree, but I'm shopping on my own today, and I may go a bit overboard. So if I do, could you please carry my stuff? I mean any of you. I'll treat you all to a treat later."
"Thats fine. Its not like you'll shop too much now. Anyways, lets go. They all want to meet you.".
He walked over emotionlessly, trying to get this over with. It would be worse if he just ignored them. A couple of the students looked like they were loud, and he didn't want any pictures taken of him either. The police were after both of them, Masayoshi and Izuku. He couldn't let his plan break apart. And so he went anyways, expecting them to ask him some questions.
He walked with them, and for five seconds, no-one knew what to ask him. They actually seemed to have a conversational problem.
One of the girls, Ashido went to him immediately, and took a selfie with him, before he could do anything. He felt anger, but went into resignation as everybody tarted to ask him questions.
"Why didn't you join U.A? The teachers supposedly wanted to get you in very bad.", asked Kirishima, one of the more irritating ones. He had a good quirk, but he wouldn't exchange it for Diamond Skin.
"I didn't want to join. I don't like the place', said Deku, in a cold and aloof manner.
They all looked shocked at his words, as if they didn't expect him to say that.
"I'm not interested in being a hero. Firstly its too much work, and secondly I'll have to behave nicely with people who don't even deserve to be heroes. I even bet that half the heroes present are there for profit or popularity. I'd rather be anything, even a garbage cleaner,and be interested and committed to my work than be a hero", he said, emotion suddenly blazing through him. His eyes flared with fire, and the others saw him for what he truly was. They were even more interested in him now, including Todoroki, for some reason.
They were still looking at the handsome and driven boy , who was talking to Tenya, when someone called for him.
Yamato arrived, calling for him loudly. He called for his boss, the man who was now engulfed on all sides with devil-spawn.
"Yo! Boss. What are you doing man? I've been searching for you all day. We have to finish with the site"
The boss ran to Yamato, finding a good reason finally to leave the confused group of students. He snatched his bags from them, in a quick and sudden manner.
They looked equally shocked, until they began to chant for him to give them their 'treat'. He took Yamato, and he treated the entourage with smoothies.
He paid for it, and they left the puzzled students. Yamato was as puzzled as they were. He looked embarrassed as he left, making a cute face while going out of the mall with Yamato.
They began to run with the bags, sprinting as long as they could. They finally stopped, in the suburb next to the mall. It was abandoned, unlike the mall, and they were panting. They didn't speak a word for five minutes.
Suddenly,"Boss, I spent five minutes in the mall, and all the girls in the mall were fan-boying over someone. It turned out that it was you. Man, how can you be such a puller?And how are you so young ?"
"Lets not speak about this. Even shopping has become a hassle. I may have to send you next time. Can't even go shopping without spies clicking photos of me for the police. Even that pink girl was doing that!", he was fuming at his ruined trip.
He collected himself, and said,"I'll drop you off, and I'll go back home to finish some formulae for the test, and some I'll do some planning."
He and Yamato walked back, without a word being exchanged. Nobody was to know about today's events. Deku was carrying all his stuff and was moving as hurriedly as possible. He hated the students already, and because of them, some his new clothes were already dirty. But he wouldn't care about this. It's a mistake, and nothing important was revealed.
He continued walking in silence, until he dropped Yamato, just nodding his farewell, and began to walk back towards his part of town. He was sadly, being watched and trailed by Class 1-A's students. Even Bakugou and Todoroki agreed to this for unknown reasons. Both seemed to be in hi shadow when he was there, and he oozed a feeling of superiority near them. The girls followed him because they found him attractive, and also wanted to know more about him.
Unfortunately, Haruhito knew about this, but decided to engage them once again. He knew that they followed him, however silent they tried to behave, with Perfect were atleast 30 metres behind him, with more than 4 four groups tailing him from different directions, and different began to walk nonetheless to his residence in the old side of town. Yamato and his men were given accommodations in the posh side of town. He gave them a house there because he wanted them to feel loyal to him. They anyways were.
It was 10, he noted. 'A day well wasted'.He walked slowly, managing to keep all the bags with him. He walked to the corner of the street, and began to turn, when he collided with somebody, their forehead smashing into his chin. He didn't fall, but held her arm, and twisted it into a lock, using her momentum to drive her into the ground. He noticed that it was a girl, around his age from first look. She was wearing rags, and had chestnut-brown hair. He didn't look at her face though. She seemed extremely weak, like she was on her last legs. And she as slender, small. Like a rat, or some small plushy.
"What's gone into you, running like that at night? What kind of idiot does that?"
As if on cue, two men arrived on the scene, bulky and strong looking. They looked at the two, and one of them thanked him for his efforts.
"This girl is a notorious pick-pocket! She stole from my colleague here. We have to get her to the police station. Don't you wan to be rewarded for this, young hero?"
He already seemed to connect the dots when they came into view, but the full picture came now. Slavers! She was going to be sold-off to some rich man, who'll torment her for the rest of her life. Hearing the words, she began to struggle, trying to free herself, and she saw his face, bestiality all over it. But she wasn't even strong enough to push his arm away, let alone outrun the two men. But it wasn't her fight anymore.
She was on the ground, with a young dude on top of her when the two came into view. Aoi, and Gengaoi. They were twins who worked in a smuggling ring. And they took her family, and her a few months ago. Her family was not very well-doing, not since the Yakuza died. Herfamily had a lot to do with the Yakuza, and she didn't want to. She just wanted to be free. And she was. For 2 minutes, while she was running away from the two bruisers. Until she smashed into that boy. Her hopes ended, and she had to hope that she became a good man's slave. She was even expecting the boy to haggle with the two, in an attempt to sell her back to them, which would have ended with his throat crushed, and him lying on the ground.
She did not expect him to protect her.
"I don't want to hand her over to you. She doesn't even have pockets for her to hide money. That would make her a bad pick-pocket. But moreover, you'll be the ones going to the police station, as fucking slavers. I hope they treat you as badly as you treated her!"
They were shocked by his words, and were next shocked by a punch to both their faces, simultaneously. He did this with little effort, and began to brawl with them, overpowering them easily with his speed and intensity. She even didn't expect a mob of people to attack the bruisers, but they seemed excited doing this. The earlier boy didn't.
He fought with rage.
The other people took care of him, and had him bound. By then the white-haired boy came over to her side, and began to inspect her wounds. They were quite fresh, and she was sore all over. She was asked to lie on her back. It was then that he touched her face, with concern in his eyes, and white lightning in his hands. Looking at this, she began to tense up, her face contorted. She was braced for whatever. It could be painful.
"Relax", he said, and she began to. He had no emotion on his face, but he showed concern. The lightning then touched her, and she began to feel refreshed. Like as if the pain was flowing away from her body, and she felt ecstatic for some reason. Like it was a new start. Like as if she was just set free. Her eyes were closed the entire while, but she could hear other voices. They all sounded confused. She felt even more ecstatic, and she felt fatigue. With that, she passed out to wake up in a few hours.
The students gasped, when they saw Haruhito place the white lightning on her. They gasped even louder when they noticed that her wounds faded, in an instant. The girl fainted, most probably from the healing, and because she was just escaping for her life.
They were silent, as he took out one of his bags and placed a blanket on her, covering her completely. It was a bit cold, and but the girls were warmed by the concern he showed for her.
Most of the boys too, were silent, looking at the true hero perform his duty. When he finished, he checked the girl's temperature, to see if she had a fever. It seemed to be an after-effect on some of the beneficiaries of Ameliorate. She didn't. Once he did that and put her in a comfortable position, he looked at them for a few seconds, his expression inscrutable. He then spoke,
"Took you guys long enough to come. Not that you needed to."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU IDIOT!", Bakugou screamed, in anger.
"Well, you were spying me for a while, ever since I ran with my colleague. Didn't think that each and every one of your class would come though."
"We were just walking when we noticed you gain. We were leaving really, but you were walking ahead of us, to the metro", Ashido said, almost as if mumbling.
"Even when it was the other way? Does my face have 'idiot' written all over it? I already told you, I don't want to be a hero, and I hate most of them. So why are you guys following me around like this?", said Haruhito, enraged.
"Weren't you quirk-less though. That was what Aizawa-sensei told us.", said Mineta, looking confused.
"It manifested right before the exams. Two weeks before the exams, to be honest. I didn't find the time to update my registration."
They seemed to be finished with questions, and he began to carry the girl he rescued, to take her with him, and she would recover there.
"Hey! What are you doing with her? Don't you think we should take her to the police? Are you going to make her your slave or what?", asked Mineta, as the entire class showed surprise at his action just now.
Haruhito managed to hold all his bags in the other hand, while also holding the girl. He shrugged, and said,
"I wouldn't trust the police so much. And will she really be safe with the police? What if the smugglers decide to attack and take her back. Slaves cost a lot of money, and this must have been a hefty loss. And I know, that they won't be able to do anything to me. I wouldn't say the same about the police, or you. And sadly, , from the few seconds my eyes have wasted upon your sight, I know that she is safe anywhere, as long as she is away from you. I can even smell perverts. You stink of that smell. So sorry for not having any trust in you. Goodbye,"
It mannerd not that Mineta was their class-mate, but they agreed on a subconscious level with the handsome young man. His comments stung them, but they persisted in their effort in trying to convince now he stopped listening to them, and took his phone out to call a number. They sighed in relief,because they thought he was calling the police. The conversation, however went another way.
"Hey Komodo. Could you pick me up, and drop me to my place? Yeah bring your car, I've got a guest with me... Yeah, I'm in the suburb near Kamino mall. OK then, see you in five."
He then turned to leave,but Bakugou reached out to him, and held his arm. The other students too, began to move near him, and they noticed him stop in his tracks.
"Do all of you really think that you can beat me? If you want a fight, I can give you one. Though I'd be a bit careful since you can't go around picking fights, especially without even having a provisional license", he said.
He took a pause, as if to load the ammunition, and said,"You have the Sports Festival in a few weeks, don't you? I don't think your teachers would like for you to be injured, or limping, or have the world see broken people competing. So you all better leave." He put the girl down carefully, and threw the bags aside, while the students were gearing up to fight him.
"Are you that confident, that you are willing to fight all of us? Do you think you are so above us that you don't even think of us as competitors?"
"Acknowledging your existence is itself a pain. None of you have a moral compass, no-one is intelligent, and it is you that looks down on your equals"
There was a silence, as he walked towards them, his eyes glowing in hatred. They too, prepared themselves for the impending fight. They honestly did not know how capable he was, even with the rumors about him. Bakugou thought otherwise. He was about to attack the white-haired boy when Kirishima and Rin came in between to block this. Most of the class wasn't geared to fight him, but they were willing to do it in defense. But they blocked the two, and Haruhito moved away, going back to pick the girl, and the class noticed a new presence. The person was huge, atleast 2 and a half metres tall, and was a mass of muscle. It was black, like the night, and even the streetlights couldn't reveal more about that being. But it was there, obstructing the way to Haruhito. And he also looked angry, based on his stance.
"You came early Komodo! A minute earlier than usual. But anyways, come over to my place for tonight. We've got to finish our plans.", he said calmly.
The black being showed its red eyes to the rest, glaring them and sizing them up all the same. His face scared the students into standing still..
"Komodo, you don't need to scare them off. They aren't even worth our time.", Haruhito said cheerfully.
"Hmm", said the man-beast, as he continued glaring at him, even when they went into the car. They dropped the bags in the trunk, and the boy carefully placed the girl in the back of the car. He then returned to them, with a serious expression.
"Thanks, I guess, even if I didn't need it, for helping me now. Hope to see you in the Sports Festival then", he said, yawning, before going to the front of the car, and allowed his 'friend' to begin their drive home. He fell asleep the moment he sat down, and it was hard for them to see the others. They were still shocked at the sight, but they took his advice, and began to walk home. They realised that they were tired too. They didn't speak until they went to the station, and muttered their thanks, before going back home. It was a long day, and an even longer night.
Deku cursed at himself in his sleep. He nearly lost control. He wanted to act polite yet aloof, but the others were all stupid! He nearly was going to kill them all, snapping each of their worthless necks. However, he didn't, and Komodo blocked him from doing anything. They were idiotic enough to even suggest that the girl should go to the police. But he knew, that the place was rattled with moles. Some of them gave him info too. The police weren't to be trusted, and neither could the heroes. He didn't know what to do with the girl, but he knew he wasn't going to take her quirk. She was too young, and he didn't even know her quirk. So he would have to take care of her or something.'What a headache', he thought, before being woken up by Komodo.
The big man already carried all of them into the room, and placed everything neatly on the table. He was lying on his bed, while the girl was in the spare bed, in case on his guests decided to sleep. That guest always was Yamato. Komodo left, and Deku thanked him for his help when he left.
He woke, and saw the time. It was the middle of night, and he was done with his weekly quota of sleep, so he took out his laptop, and began to add more information to his already huge list of information on the 1-A students. Once he was done, he went over to the kitchen, to cook something to eat while he watched the news. It was then that Komodo left, and Deku thanked him for his help when he left.
He finished, half an hour later, with a five-course meal for himself, and began to eat while he saw some clips of All-Might. The news was boring, so he changed to observing All-Might again, like he used to. Except, this time it was to analyze his weak spots, and utilise that, than appreciate him.
He was still on the telly, two hours after finishing his dinner, that the girl woke up. He noticed this and went to the sink, cleaning his hands. He then went over to the girl, still collapsed on the bed, and began to spark white lightning in his hand once again. He struck the still weakened girl with the lightning on her head once again, and this time he fully healed her. She didn't faint though, this time, and got up from the bed, surprised, both at the place she was in, and on how refreshed she felt. But she also felt tired, and after taking a deep look at the man who saved her, she plonked right on to the bed.
He looked at her, taking a deep look at the girl, like he never saw one was small, and petite. She wasn't very tall, even smaller than he was. She had an innocent face, and huge,brown eyes, matched with her brown he joined the League, he would have intensely blushed at her sight. She was undeniably beautiful, but he didn't care much for romance. Not when he had his plans. Especially not when his plans were beginning to come to fruition. He realised that he needed to do some work, and took out a syringe, with a needle and some liquid in it. He looked at her again. She had a peaceful expression on her face, something which she must have had for a lot of time. And he injected her with the liquid.
'She's out for a few hours now. Out till evening.'
He got dressed in his suited costume, and began to move out. He stopped, and then he took a few belts and tied her down on the bed, making sure it wasn't too tight, and left finally, locking the door.
'Its showtime!', he thought, as the new day would yield some new surprise for him.
The students were still in shock trying to remove the events that transpired almost two days ago. Most of the girls sighed as they were disappointed in the fact that he hates heroes, while the boys were shocked at his manliness, and later his arrogance as he told them that they would never be able to beat him. Even if he was quirk-less.
Bakugou was walking alone, thinking about the white-haired boy's words. They echoed in his head, and his smirk, before he left, were enough to enrage him. He didn't sleep that night, but was awake the entire night, and he could not even think for a while. The recent events tore him inside. First, the girl stopped talking to him, then U.S.J, and finally that boy, with his attitude, rolled on all of them. That night he actually felt fear for the first time in his life. And he realised that he seemed to miss Deku. That quirk-less bastard, who he hated, somehow became a part of him. He missed that bastard.
'Man, fuck him! I've got to concentrate on the Sports Festival', he thought, as he walked back into class.
It turned out Tomura wanted him to rough up some guys, who snitched about them to the Police. And Deku was the one who found that out. He too, was pissed at the informants. They all tried ganging up and fighting him, but they couldn't even scratch him. He made short of the men, slaughtering them to a state where they could live, but they would never speak again. Nor would they leave the comatose state they were in. And as a bonus, he found a useful quirk,Pain Negation. It would certainly help him deal with something like the loss of a limb. Stain's training ensured he could bear a lot of it.
He left the men in the alley for them to die. He didn't kill them, but no-one knows whether they would die or not. He walked back home, or whatever he could call it, slowly. He tried to observe life around him whenever he could. It was good for him to do so. This was his way of practicing his observational and analytical skills. He didn't bother to head over to the bar, and sent Kurogiri a text of all the events. He reached his house in 50 minutes, as noon arrived. It was a slow day, and he would rest it out, by digging through more information about a pro.
He walked in to find that the girl was awake, which was surprising, because the dose he'd set for her lasted till the evening.
She looked cross at him, and looked terrified, until he set the belts loose and walked to change his attire. He didn't have his signature mask on, which was a relief, since the girl would also realise who he was. He didn't want that. Not now. He set lunch, which he made early, on the table. He signalled for her to eat, and he began to do so, knowing that she will come. He was a good cook, capable of making very good food himself. He had to do that, since his mother was an excellent one, and he didn't want a drop in standard since he left home. What was home then.
The girl gingerly sat on the chair, still looking very weak. He relented and set her food, and placed her plate near her. He already placed a spoon on her side. She immediately began to eat ravenously, not using the cutlery, but her hands. She made a mess, and even though he was worried about it, he tried not to show concern. It was expected that she would do so, and he could not judge her for her harsh upbringing. Food may just have been a rarity fro where she left.
He finished early, and put his plate in the sink. He sat next to her, as she finished, to find more about her. He had to be patient, and he had to be careful. He didn't want to hurt her. He just wanted to know. Know about her.
She finished, and he cleaned her side of the table. He even wiped the stains on her face with a cloth. He had to come across as kind and caring. He wasn't exactly filled with it, but he needed to behave himself. She was surprised when he did clean her face, with a wet soft-cloth. And he went to clean the table, carefully removing all the cutlery, and then he used a wet cloth to clean it, going slowly, yet very neatly.
After he finished, he once again sat by her side, and comforted her, putting his hand on her shoulder, and began to speak to her, in a calm, and unusually kind manner.
"I don't know what you think of me, but I'm not here to keep you with me. If you want to leave, you may do so. But there are many of the slavers outside, those who my choose to take revenge against you for the fact that I helped you escape. Anyways, its your choice. So do what you wish. If there's anything that you want me to do, just ask."
He said this as he switched his laptop on, and saw the news. The headlines were always about heroes, and no world news ever came into the paper. It was bad, the state of the media now.
"Why did you save me?", she asked, surprising him.
He took a few seconds to think.'Why did I save her?'. He continued introspecting, when he realised it.
"When you were on the ground, struggling to escape from the two men,, I saw your face. More importantly, I saw your expression, and your eyes. They looked like one I was making, a lifetime ago. You were helpless, just like I was. But there was no-one for me then, and I changed, of my own will. But if I had a chance to, I would have saved the kid that I was, because he never smiled. Its not I like I smile much now, but I never felt happy then. So, yeah. I saved you because I felt pity for you, and because I felt like I saw you in me."
She seemed surprised, and then tears came into her eyes. As she began to sob uncontrollably, she asked him,silently,tentatively,
"Why? What are you? Why did you come now? Of all times? Why show kindness to me?"
She began to cry now, bawling, and he didn't know how to just stood on the spot, as she cried for 10 minutes. After she was done, he went into the kitchen and brought her some paper napkins, for her to wipe her tears.
"I really don't care. I didn't do it because I saw something in you. I may have. But just because you have escaped doesn't mean that I'm gonna let you stay in my house forever, doing nothing, bound to your bed like a mental patient. Get some dreams, and more importantly, make realistic objectives. Because from tomorrow, we are going to work on that objective. I'll be your mentor, maybe. Its based on your goal. So decide quick, for you have until breakfast tomorrow. You don't have anything, you get thrown out, and the goons who tried slaving you may find you, thrash you, and you will return to your former state. So this isn't kindness or mercy that I'm showing you: This is a way for you to earn redemption. And redemption is on the end of the journey through hell. You've just entered it."
He said this without emotion, and coldly. He wasn't going to let her live like a parasite, leeching onto others. He wanted for her to get independent, and mainly for her to leave his house. He already was unable to decide on what to do with her. So he decided that he will give her the 'Stain Treatment', help her, then let her free. It was bound to work, especially with his willingness to throw her out. But the girl also had some strange quality to her, which endeared her to him. She had something, he could sense it, but he would let his experience speak for him. But she looked hopeful, which he never will. Not after everything that has happened.
She immediately responded,"I wanted to be a hero before I was kidnapped. Before my dreams were broken by those men. They spent over five years hiding us in random warehouses and beat us up constantly.A lot of my friends are still there, thrashed everyday. I know where they are based now. I was in the city because I was being sold,but the others are in place I know. So my goal is this: I wish to become strong enough to take revenge on the men that ruined my life, and free my friends. After this, I still wish to become a hero. And I shall do everything I can to do so. I hope you accept my goals, and aid me as such." She bowed down her head, while standing now, swaying as she was still very weak. She spoke with steel in her eyes. So she was going to do this anyway.
"All right then. From now on, you are my student, and I your mentor. I hope your actions are as bold as your words, because they will be tested. We'll begin tomorrow, at dawn. So rest up, and prepare."
He paused,then sheepishly asked her,"What's your name? I didn't get to know it. And mine is irrelevant, if you want to ask."
"Its Otonashi. Maria Otonashi.(To those who've read the story, she is an INSANE character. Read the story she is set in. Its worth it. Definitely better than this fic, I assure you)
"Well then, Maria. Welcome to hell"
"Well then, welcome to hell".
"Aizawa-sensei, who acted like he was never injured, continued.
"The preparations, and the Sports Festival itself are often considered to be some of the most intense and gruelling weeks of your lives. There will always be worse, but the first time is always the hardest. So, take a deep breath, and begin to prepare. The first true step towards being a hero approaches you, and you don't want to miss the train. Once again, I'd like to end the speech, but welcome to hell!"
He said in a monotonous tone. But his words struck the cords of everyone in the room. They all cheered, and truly began to prepare, for the trip to hell.
Sorry for the delay in posting the chapter. I've had a lot of problems, but that is no excuse. Anyways, Maria is a character from an LN called Utsuro no Hako. It is amazing, and I can't stress that enough.
Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter. The next chapter will be delayed due to my finals, and my parents think of me as a good student. So gotta prepare. Hope you enjoy the story, and see you next time!
