Musutafu district's hospital:
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
"Is she going to wake up soon?" Shoto asked the healing hero Recovery Girl, his eyes fixed on his beloved twin on a hospital white bed, soft breaths escaping her mouth every moment.
Recovery Girl sighed, but smiled nonetheless.
"It all depends on her strength, and I can bet your sister is very strong." She explained, looking at the concerned teen with deep empathy.
He tightened his grip on his imoto's hand just slightly more. He knew she was strong, but that did not stop him from worrying. She could have died in the U.S.J, right in front of his eyes, in between his arms. He could not think of what could have possibly happened to him then.
The day she got transported here, U.A have called their father, Endeavor. He kept blaming the U.A staff for their lack of competence, that they could not properly handle the students' protection, even with the so called All Might, as he said then. But he got backfired right away by Aizawa so fast ( Shoto was so glad he did) by being questioned about his twin's mysterious "new" quirk that he did not register in her file. Luckily for his old man, the principal butted in, explaining everything to the underground hero. Not their private life issues, of course; just that Hikoori's quirk was not registered so that she won't be training or using it by any way, to prevent the occurrence of any "accident". That of course had to change since, after the U.S.J incident, her quirk took a new drastic form, proving that the suppressing it was not exactly the best solution, as her doctor suggested in her childhood.
That aside, Shoto decided to stay beside his sister, for the whole day class 1-A students were given as a break to heal from their early traumatic experience - not that it was that much for him, he had to deal with traumas since he was barely able to walk, thank you very much. He stayed his same position, beside his sister's bed sitting on a chair, gazing at her, so he would not miss any twitch or even the slightest movement. He even called the nurses several times, just to make sure that her eye twitch was really not an indication of her waking up. Even Endeavor came checking on her after heading back from his work. Fuyumi checked on her occasionally, sometimes accompanied by Natsuo.
Their classmates did come to visit too, from time to time, especially the ones she had contact with. The girl with earphones in her ears who was probably called Jirou, as he recalled, and Yaoyarouzu, the girl sitting beside him, Bakugou the explosive angry head (whom he found pretty annoying, to be honest, because he kept cursing at his beloved other half), Midoriya and his two friends and the one with pink skin. She even had visitors from third year students, The Big Three, he presumed. They all came in with flowers and gifts in their hands, wishing for her to get better soon. Even All Might and Aizawa (Aizawa being the strager part) came by, too. He had to be honest, he did not expect that many people to come by more than one first time, since his sister was not that much of a social kind of person. However, he knew she had a certain vibe that attracts others to her. It's her kindness and "people reading" aspect she posses.
And despite resuming school, Shoto always spent his afternoons in her room.
But nothing has changed with her, not since a week. Oh, he wanted her to wake up, so badly. To tell her about everything that has happened while she was out, how he saw All Might fight up close, how they defeated the villains and her sacrifice was not in vain. He wanted to tell her what happened after the attack, how others thought so highly of her and appreciated her. He wanted to tell her about the Aizawa sensei's funny comeback to the class right after the day he healed, which was their day off. He wanted to tell her about the sports festival's approaching time, how badly he wanted to be there alongside her, to show Endeavor how strong they are, and together.
He sighed heavily, looking up from his homework.
'What on earth is happening inside of her head' He wondered.
I was in a tight (what seemed like) corridor. It was dark, wet and empty. I walked and walked, for what seemed like forever; the corridor never ended, and I never found anything new. In the end I just sat down, not knowing what to do, or how to escape this place.
'I have to go out, nii-san, my friends, Aizawa sensei and All Might sensei, I have to be there to support them! I can't stay here, while they fight alone! I have the power and I should use it to help!' I thought, knowing that even All Might will have trouble dealing with that thing called Nomu, especially when paired with a disintegrating and wrapping villains.
But I couldn't do anything. I was trapped inside this loop. I wanted to get out, desperately. But there was something I was missing. I had to do something, although I did not know what exactly.
'What is this place anyways...?' I asked myself, inwardly.
This questioned, however, triggered this place somehow. The old, mossy bricks in front of me moved, revealing a door. It was a huge, black metallic door, locked with too many big and thick locks. It was frozen, and covered with blood.
"Help..." I heard a small, faint call from the inside.
The voice was something I felt a deep connection to, but could not put my fingers on it. It was oddly familiar, but also strange at the same time. Without controlling myself, I went and touched the door with my left hand. It froze immediately with my ice, even though I did not actually activate it. Then the locks opened one by one and fell to the ground, and the door opened itself.
What I saw inside shocked me. It was a girl, just two or three years older than me, with tall brown wavy hair that reached her back, it's bangs hiding her lowered face. Her body was so skinny to the point that her bones were showing clearly. Her breathing was hitched, the exhaled huffs she made were visible from the cold of the room. She was miserable, and I felt the deep sadness she was in right away. She was tied up with chains, black iced spiky chains that injured her already too weak body. The injuries were so deep, a quantity of the blood on them already dried out, indicating they were old.
"Help..." She barely breathed out again.
'I feel... I feel like I know here... But how...?!' I was stunned of that sight. But there was something more... she was tied up with black ice, something I have used not so long ago. A glaring warning sign, but another full rush of curiosity and questioning at the same time.
'Why is this here? An where did it come from...?'
I wanted to take a step closer, but something stopped me dead in my tracks, a feeling actually. I sensed danger, a dark, evil aura that was urging me to get away from this place, sooner than later. I stilled in my place; I felt like I should follow my nudge and get to know the person in front of me, to help her, but at the same time, there was a certain feeling of danger and anxiety upon doing so... like if doing that action will lead to a disaster. I, again, had to choose. It was either helping the damsel in distress and endangering myself, or get away and live forever with a torturing conscience, having known that I left someone in need without reaching out to them. The choice I made was obvious.
'I will reach out to help... she needs it.
I took one step, then another, then another, until I was in an appropriate range to use my fire.
'But first... I have to make sure if she conscious or not, and if she can handle the heat-'
"Well well well, if it isn't the dear old Hikoori." A male demonic voice chanted mockingly, and I knew this voice far too well. It haunted me for long enough to crave it into my memory, no matter how much I tried to bury it away. I shivered, freezing right in my place because of the sudden burst of terror that took control of my small heart . It seemed like it had the same effect on the girl in front of, since she trembled as well.
"You're cruel, dear Hikoori. You have been ignoring me for too long. Aren't a whole ten years a very long time to spend away from the one who gave you so many gifts?" The voice mused again.
"What do you want of me?! Why c-can't you leave me alone! I d-do not want your power nor do I-I need it!" I screamed, pathetically stuttering.
The voice chuckled, approaching the brunette in front of me, where there is a certain amount of cold light, barely enough to see. He stood at a distance where I am only able to see the lower part of his chest and what is beneath it, only that. What I witnessed was far from what I expected. What I saw was something humanitarian, not demonic.
'But how...?' My mind questioned.
"I told you before, when you were a very young child: I am you, and you are me, but we are still different. You did not expect a literal demon to be just like you, did you?" The man said sarcastically.
'If he is here, then... this is...'
"You have always been sharp, this is why I wanted you. Yes, this is your own mind, your shrine." He continued instead of me.
I looked back at the girl, questions swirling in mind insanely.
"You must be wondering what we are doing here." He started again, reading my thoughts for yet another time.
"Sadly, I cannot tell you that. It is not the time yet. You are still weak, unable to control what I gave you. You have to grow stronger, to be able to finish this girl, once and for all." He explained, his voice deep with a touch of a disturbing greed.
"There is no way-" I started protesting, but was cut off by him right away.
"There is no way you would hurt her, am I correct?" He completed my words. I looked at him, my eyes urging for answers. He chuckled again, then gestured to the girl in front of me with his hand, shifting the attention to her.
"You have to know that what you are seeing now, is the result of your actions." He stated coldly.
Shocked, I looked at her again.
'No... there is no way... I-I...'
"This... not true... run..." The brunette managed to mutter, her voice stiff and raspy, but nonetheless full of concern.
But before I could make any move or utter any word, the human demon raised his hand, shooting me with the same dark energy I used ten years ago, when my mother scarred me. I felt an overwhelming surge of power that dropped my body's temperature dramatically. However, I still wanted to save the girl, despite everything. I knew I had to, even with what that demonic human said.
"Run... leave me..." She muttered again, with an urging tone this time.
But I was stubborn, even with the dramatic drop in my body's temperature, even with the torturing pain that spiked inside of me. I just knew I had to save her, no matter what. I concealed the pain and the power rush and tried my best to suppress it and contain it inside.
"You cannot do anything.. you have to kill her." He ordered, patience slightly draining from his voice.
"I... I-I help people... I s-save people... I-I am a h-h-hero..." I did my best in saying that phrase out loud, despite the pain.
The man laughed darkly. Then he imprisoned me with the same dark energy, almost suffocating me, adding up to my cold and pain. He dragged me closer to him, making breathing an even harder process. I was then lifted to face his (probably) face level, the face that remained invisible in the dark.
"You are mine, and you will always be no matter how much you resist." He contradicted me, then stabbed me with his blackened bluish spear like energy. This made me freeze slowly, as I felt the life get drained out of me tortuously.
"Now... wake up"
"Haaaaah!" My lungs screamed for air upon opening my eyes, making me feel an intense pain in them in the process. I held my head with my hand, feeling it throbbing in pain. I felt a heavy weight on my heart, but could not remember anything, just scratches of faded away images of a monster and messy light blue hair and dust, in addition to black ice, a brunette and a dark voice.
I looked around and found myself in sitting position, on a bed, in all in white room.
'The hospital...? Why am I in-' I was contemplaining the reason of my existence in such a place, only to be interrupted by a sudden sound of a drop of a plastic bag full of stuff.
"Hikoori...!" Then, nii-san's surprised, relieved and happy whisper.
I looked at the door and saw him, a happy toothy smile I haven't seen in so many years, his heterochromia eyes mirroring with held back happy tears. He ran to my sad and embraced in a warm, much needed hug, one that I have been waiting for in so long. It washed away all the heaviness and tightness in my chest, leaving a feeling of blooming happiness.
"How do you feel? Are you pained in any way?" He asked concerned, parting from the hug.
I shook my head in a negative response.
"Thank goodness..." He said relieved.
Then, I noticed something; a beautiful scent.
"Nii-san... what is this pretty smell? Did you use an aromatic soap or something?" I asked.
He giggled then answered to the oblivious me: "Silly it's the flowers, they are on the right side of your bed."
I looked at the location his finger pointed at, and deadpanned at my lack of details awareness. I then laughed my heart out, making Shoto share the same action too.
"Are you gone crazy, dumbass??!! What are you laugh-" An angry protest sounded from behind the door but instantly died when the eyes of a certain angry head with explosively spiky hair, explosively angular eyes, explosively red irises, and explosive personality all over fell on my form looking neutrally back at him. A flash of red formed on his cheeks and ears.
'Bakugou-kun...?'
"How come Bakugou stopped insulting for once, huh Yao-Momo?" Jirou's voice questioned from the hallway.
"I don't know, it really is strange..." Yaoyarouzou answered suspiciously.
'Yaoyarouzu-san and Jirou-san too!'
"Shut up you stuck ups and come take a fucking look!"
And that's Bakugou's reaction for you.
He bursted in the hospital room angrily like if he was at home, then he threw a small packaged gift at me, gaining himself cold angry stares from my twin. Yaoyarouzu and Jirou soon entered the room and had their moths agape.
"Hello there everyone...!" I waved at them, smiling sheepishly.
Jirou was the first to react, jumping at me and giving me a surprising hug.
"I'm sooo glaad you have finally awoken!!" She said excitedly.
"Jirou! Careful you might hurt her she is still recovering!" The black haired girl scolded gently, failing to contain her smile. "Happy for you recovery, Todorki-san" She added formally, a kind smile plastered on her face.
"Thanks... all of you, for caring about me like that..." I said affectionately. "Oh, and I think you should call me Hikoori, since it's confusing with nii-san around, ha ha." I said and chuckled rubbing the back of my neck.
"Yeah, this should make things much easier!" exclaimed Jirou.
"You're right, but it will be a little bit difficult on me to get used to..." Yaoyarouzu trailed off, and I did not miss the brief glances she had with Shoto.
"Yeah whatever, I'm leaving now, Icy-hot. This does not change the fact that you should stop saving everyone's asses with your life at sake, shit head." He commented retreating to the outside, his back facing us.
I smiled.
'Same old huh...'
"Todoroki-kun, did you tell Recovery Girl about Todoroki-san's awakening?" Yaoyarouzu asked my twin, having the "I hope you did" tone.
A silence filled the room.
"No."
The ending though XD
I had fun writing this chapter, and I do find the style was a little bit better than the previous ones.
Now, I have a question for you guys: What do you think about Hikoori's strange?
Also I want to recommend a story that I liked that is called Daughter Of The Forest, a Naruto fanfiction by Lightblade-san. It is an interesting one to read! And note that I only recommend what I find of good quality.
Thanks for Christine Ryan for her continuous support. You make someone's day everyday! Thanks!!Thanks everyone for your support, we have reached more than 100 follows and in a very short period of time because of you awesome readers!Regards.
Authour-chan.
