Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, here it is, I do not own BNHA or any other elements from other fandom. Just Keiyu and the Village of Tsurukosa.

Chapter 19: S.O.S. (AKA Spawns of Satan) Yeah Right

The uniform was itchy and did nothing to cover the marks around her wrist, and the cold wind at the back of her now bare neck was uncomfortable.

Apparently her long green hair offended them and she could do nothing as they took an electric razor to it. The one good thing was the fact they returned her glasses when they realized she couldn't see five feet in front of her. A fact that had one of them muttering about sailors exaggerating if she was this helpless without eyewear.

However, although she could now access her inventory, without knowing exactly where she was there was no point in escaping.

Yet.

The moment they began Orientation, she felt hot rage start to rise up at the utter nonsense they were saying.

She'd known from their symbol that there was no doubt of them being the Church of Clover which in the books were an organization obsessed with psychic abilities being granted by demons. They held belief that they themselves were the Aryans, a master race above all others sent to eradicate the tainted population. as a mission sent from God. They led 'crusades' against various populations, intent on revealing the truth of the 'tainted' in order to remove them in a decisive manner. There was even talk near the end of them developing a drug that suppressed psychic abilities.

Well, now it all makes sense, even if it looked like someone mashed together Nazi and Christian beliefs that led to the Crusades and Witch Hunt. Having been raised with the Church in her previous life, she felt so angry that the people in front of her were twisting the religion with such- it made her blood boil.

The other kids looked like they were buying it though, some of them having tears coming down from their faces. One of the girls looked at the flowers popping out of her hand with fear and looked about to rip them out. If this was a school for 'reeducation', why were these kids here if they could be persuaded so easily?

Not many were her age, but apparently she was a weird case that was able to keep her Quirk hidden while most of these kids got exposed the moment they turned four. Then she spotted a girl that she recognized from ballet class who caught her eye before turning away in shame, her hair that was previously a black color now resembling red wires all twisted together.

That girl had stopped coming to class back at the end of December and Keiyu wondered if her parents had tried to hide her but failed. Something wriggled in the back of her head as she faced the front again, could this be the place that Ami was sent to? Mindful of the harsh stares from the man who had dragged her to this room. He kind of resembled a gorilla in a too small suit and looked like he would pummel her if she so much as twitched.

When she tuned back into the teacher she frowned, the rage from before rising up even further as he called them all spawns of Satan who should be glad that they will be shown the way to salvation from their masters.

Yeah, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Ma'am," the vice-principal gulped, wringing his hands as the woman before him took a sip of her daily drink, the red liquid swirling around as she stared into it.

"Report," beads of sweat fell down his face as he cleared his throat to get rid of the lump.

"She escaped again," the cup set down on the desk with a sharp clink and he cringed, waiting for his punishment.

"And did someone catch her?"

"Yes, we have her in confinement," the principal of Aryan Academy tapped her fingers against the cup impatiently.

"Keep her in confinement for the night, we'll send her to detention in the morning," she gestured with her hand in clear dismissal.

As soon as the door shut behind him, she sighed,

"That girl is more trouble than its worth," ever since Subject 1329418 had arrived here she'd been causing issues left and right.

During orientation she called out the teacher for calling them spawns of satan that caused their taints and spoke in Latin. Stating that if the devil really caused their abilities then saying Christ in Latin should hurt them. When the teacher tried to state that she wasn't doing it correctly, the girl then quoted the Bible in Japanese and English, then did a Buddhist chant that warded off spirits. She then accused them of changing the Bible to suit their needs and called them out for being false prophets.

The teacher had been so enraged he immediately sent her to detention, but the damage was done as the other kids started doubting the adult's words and those that were close to accepting the ritual changed their minds. Then she ended up breaking out of detention (didn't those fools learn from the reports of her going through the ventilation?!) and they caught her running towards the gate.

They put her in her room but she just jimmied the window open and used her sheets to climb down; it was pure luck that the security camera for that building caught her outside.

Confinement was their only option at that point, even if it meant putting the subject near Prisoner 3325003, the soundproof walls making it difficult to listen in and they put securities in place which worked against taints but also blocked any recording equipment.

Sometimes she questioned that woman's husband, genius engineer or not, clearly he needed to think things through. It wasn't like she could spare any manpower to watching those two since there were others that needed to be watched.

This could not continue.

"She refuses to cooperate fine, we'll just have to resort to old measures then," she had been against this soft approach to persuading the kids that their taints need to be removed.

It was time to bring out that machine before it rusted completely, now where did she put those videos?

"Sent here again? This is the third time," the voice was scratchy from disuse, but the mocking tone he spoke with made her huff even as she winced, they always made sure to throw her against the wall or onto the floor (she'll end up getting a concussion at this rate.)

"What can I say, I enjoy your company," she looked up into blue eyes who conveyed their annoyance with her.

"One of these days I might end up turning you to ash," he threatened, she rolled her eyes.

"That threat is getting old, what's your name?" she asked, a bit too casually. His lips thinned and he turned away from her to stare at the wall, "You'll have to tell me one of these days," the first time she had been thrown in here they had just stared at one another. He had looked surprised at her entrance while she wondered why a teenager was being held underneath the school. The second time she told him her name, but he refused to give his other than Prisoner 3325003, and rebutted any inquiries about his Quirk.

Now that she thought about it,

"Hey, since everyone else here is stupid and won't give a real explanation, can I ask you something?" he looked as if he was going to ignore her before he sighed.

"Just one question, and it better not be about me," she huffed.

"Just one question, what is a Quirk," there was a record scratch as he stared at her for a moment.

"You've been using it the past year and you don't even know what it is called?" how did he, oh right, she had told him that she had only been using it for a year before they found her out.

"No one has told me what a Quirk is! All that they've been telling me is that it's bad to have one," "Maybe from their perspective." he scoffed as she stared at him expectantly before pouting.

"So what is a Quirk? Is no one going to give me a straight answer?!" but he never answered her question and she was left in silence for the whole night.

The next morning the woman from before appeared,

"We're going to do something a bit differently today," the gorilla man came in and grabbed her, "Let's see how you'll feel about your taint after this," the guy was pinning her arms to her sides so all she could do was kick her legs as they took her out of the room. Blue eyes watched her go before the boy flinched as the woman stared at him with a cruel smile.

"Ready for clean-up Prisoner 3325003?" he hunched his shoulders as she raised a remote in her hand, activating the collar that he wore underneath his high collar shirt. He bit his lip at the shock that went through his system.

"Well?"

"Yes ma'am," he said through gritted teeth, looking as if he was about to kill her, which they both knew he couldn't do. He stepped up to the door of his prison, the light from the hallway shining off his bright red hair.

Keiyu felt like she was getting strapped to things way too often as both her arms and legs were bound to the chair. The metal room she was in only had one mirror and she deduced that it was like an interrogation room, except meant for something else if the tools across the room were any indication.

Looks like she's tried their patience too much if this is what they were resorting to. The door banged open behind her and the vice-principal sat in the chair across from her.

"You've been getting too cocky for your own good," he sneered, what little hairs he had on his greasy head combed over and looking gross. She just stared at him and he twitched, looking like he was just about to hit her before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Now, we'll give you once chance to repent before we resort to other measures, tell us how your taint works so that we can remove it safely," she looked him dead in the eyes.

"No," his hand slammed against the table,

"Are you that attached to your taint! Do you not realize that this thing you view as a gift will just take over you in the end?!" spittle flew on her face and wishing she could wipe it away, Keiyu replied.

"You want to take my eyes out and you expect me to be okay with that?" clearly that answer wasn't a popular one as his entire face turned red.

"There are those who go their whole lives blind and are fine with it, we'll provide the necessary arrangements for you to be able to live your life with your family. We'll even provide you with new, pretty eyes to fill the hole, don't girls love doll eyes?" the question was rhetorical but she spit at him anyways.

"Choosing whether I go blind or not just because of your false religion disagrees with it. If I have to physically alter myself just to get my family's approval, then I'd rather be homeless," he slammed his hand into her face, making her head hit the back of the chair as he grabbed her face in his hand.

"Looks like we'll have to do this the hard way," he didn't sound all that displeased by the thought as he nodded to gorilla guy who had been standing in the corner the whole time. Wheels squeaked on the floor as he pushed one of the trays over towards them and took out what looked to be plyers.

"Let's see your mind change after all your nails are gone," one of her arms was unstrapped and she struggled against the gorilla guy who held her hand against the table.

Thirty seconds later her screams echoed through the halls, and they didn't die down for another hour.

Panting in her chair, she tried not to look at the blood pouring down from her hands as the vice-principal dropped all of her nails in a trash bag.

"We'll have to burn these," he said with distaste, eyeing them as one would a viper. "I figured you would give in after the first nail, but highly prize that taint of yours don't you?" in too much pain to even reply, she just glared at him. With a shake of his head, he hadboth of her strapped again, but this time he had her head bound to the seat as well. They pinned her eyelids up and she watched with horror as they started a video that had swirls in it and different images showed up.

They were trying to brainwash her like they did Kraken in the eighth book, she had to block the sound out.

"The Church of Clover wishes to free you from pain, the Church of Clover wishes for you to embrace the truth," it was getting very hard to ignore the voice and the screen in front of her made her head foggy.

'No! I have to resist' she needed to shut it out, she needed to block the words from affecting her. The screaming had hurt her throat earlier but she still opened her mouth.

"I-i," shit it hurt, "I am the bone of my sword," she pictured Archer in front of her quoting the words as he got ready to take down his opponent, "Steel is my body and fire is my blood," a chime indicated her Quirk alerting her to a new skill, just as it had done several times in the last hour.

"Brainwashing Resistance Skill Activated," something to add to the Torture resistance she had gotten.

"I-i have created over a thousand b-blades," they will not use her as Kraken had been used before his team freed him from the control.

"Unknown to Death, nor known to life," now that she thought about it, is Kraken a real person? Are all the other members of the group real?

"Have withstood pain to create many weapons," she had spotted a phonebox outside and figured that was their only means of communication wherever this was.

"Yet, those hands will never hold nothing," so she needed to somehow create a distraction and escape long enough to make a phone call.

"S-so as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works!" but, who should she call?

"Dammit Mumichi! I told you to keep your phone on silent!" Mashiro bowed to his boss repeatedly, apologizing as he took the phone and ran out to the balcony. He stared at the phone in bewilderment, something about the number strangely familiar even as he pressed answer.

"Hello, this is Mumichi," there was shallow breathing before a voice that made his heart stop spoke.

"P-papa?" why did she sound like that? Why was there so much fear and pain in that tone?

"Keiyu, sweetie, what's wrong?" there was a sob on the other end.

"I don't want to be here anymore," he furrowed his brow.

"Where? Sweetie how are you calling from a German phone number?" and how did he know it was that?
"Papa, is it bad to have a Quirk?" 'wait'.

"No! No it's not, why would you think that, how," how does she know what Quirks are?

"I have little time, they're coming, look at my Christmas gift. They, they said it was a taint, that I have to be cleansed, they want to take my eyes Papa!" 'taint, cleansed?' his head started aching and he stumbled, catching onto the railing in front of him for balance.

"Keiyu, where are you? Tell me, please," he needed to get to his daughter.

"Hey! There you are you little freak," there was a sharp cry before the sound of something being hit.

"Shit, I think you did it too hard," the phone clicked and Mashiro stood frozen, staring at the ground as the last words of his daughter reverberated through his head.

"Papa help!" the railing crushed under his grip.