Series Title: Walk a Mile in My Shoes
Title: The Damaged Son
Part One
By: Saiyura/Serabelus (Ao3)
Shouta -Aizawa- Suinzain (M), Age 16: Quirk: Erase Quirk (Adopted)
Unfortunately, I cannot put links here to the songs so... Sorry. Also this keeps removing the formating I am trying to do :[ It's why I have begun to switch to writing for Archive of our own now. Still update here, yes, but not sure how much.
Everyone be prepared. I will be spamming this story for a few days to catch it up to the Ao3 site.
Chapter Sixteen: Apologizing isn't Easy
Inspired by Song: a href=" track/2IO7yf562c1zLzpanal1DT" Hostage/a by Billie Eillish
"Sagje," Aizawa slid down the wall outside the bathroom door feeling the creeping edge of self disgust for not doing what he was asked, no told to do, by Recovery Girl. She had stated straight for both Hizashi and Aizawa's sake that the pills would mess with him and make Sagje more needy in the ways he was use to dealing with in the setting of those bastard Suinzain's, "Sagje, I'm sorry." Aizawa listened for any voice except the harsh breathing showing someone might be passing out if they don't calm down soon and the situation would only be getting worse. "Sagje, listen, I'm not pissed at you or furious over what happened. I'm angry, yes, but I'm angry at the fact that you weren't raised with the love you should have gotten or the support you needed."
The inhalation of breath stifled and Aizawa himself still in panic before some movement did come from behind the locked door, "I know I'm a hard person to get to know, Zashi tells me that every day, but I'm happy to have found you. I know my mother would have loved to have raised you, I would have been so proud to have had you in my younger years of life to help raise also. But we can't fix the past we can only work on our future." Aizawa heard something move but grimaced when he heard Sagje throwing up.
That wasn't good. Hopefully the other was able to get to the toilet on time. Aizawa waited until, thankfully, the toilet flushed but the moment seemed suddenly more like knocking and thrashing of feet before stillness, "When I got up I probably looked scary. Furious I'm sure. It wasn't directed at you but at the people who raised you to think that what you did was the only way to get affection. Hizashi and I are proud to give that to you but not sexually."
Aizawa stopped speaking there to see if there was anything until, to his delight, a small voice called out, "Why?" Aizawa really wanted to find the bastard family and give them a peace of his mind through violence. "Why?" The word was repeated a bit louder, as if Sagje thought he didn't 'hear him' the first time around.
"Because I'm married to Hizashi, Sagje, and being intimate with someone should be with someone you love and want to marry." Aizawa softly whispered but the reality of what they were talking about made Aizawa pull his phone out and begin to record the conversation. He was a Pro Hero who dealt with the Underground world too much. Aizawa knew that what this conversation had to be recorded for future 'help' and evidence, "I know right now it doesn't make sense. The idea of sex, kissing, or anything you've done in the past-."
"But doesn't that mean I'm not loved?" Aizawa looked to the door as the voice sounded closer, "Does the fact that I can't 'give' something back for that mean I'm not loved?"
Aizawa inwardly swore and he had to breathe for a few seconds to calm his fury. Now wasn't the time to want to actually commit murder, "What does family mean to you, Sagje."
The answer didn't come as quickly as Aizawa would have liked but it still came nonetheless in an unsavory way, "I'm the youngest. My 'quirk' is better suited to being really useless so I have to do what I can. Love, family... it's all based on what you can provide to the family. That's what I have to keep doing to make sure my siblings know I love them... so they love me in return."
"Does that mean sex?" Aizawa shifted to look at the door biting his lower lip in fear.
"Yes." The words were loud enough to be caught by the phone's microphone but the sounds of crying were louder, "Everything I do is for them." That uncomfortable feeling slid along Aizawa's spine as Sagje kept speaking, "I don't care about who I have sex with, it really doesn't hold any 'sentiments' with me. Sex is just ... whatever. I don't mind what they do to me. At least it means they want to be around me. I'm not a 'nuisance' to them." Sagje spoke quickly that last part, "I'm sure they hate me. They're all blood related. I'm not. I'm adopted, probably because of my quirk... has to be the reason why. Father... mother... they don't 'agree' with abuse, they hate the idea of it, but that's why I know what my family does to me isn't that. It's 'love'. That's what it is because it means I'm someone they 'love'... right... Doing what they ask me to do... Even if I ... Even if-."
Aizawa wanted to shout it out but a crash from the kitchen drew his eyes away and the scampering back had Aizawa swearing out loud. He grabbed his phone, turning it off before he was up and heading to see if Hizashi was alright, "Zashi?"
Aizawa took a step into the kitchen before that feeling on his spine went cold and his hands flew up to his capture weapon that no longer was laying on his shoulders, "Who are you." He growled.
"Sorry, sorry." The voice sounded tired and the man, teenager almost entering adulthood, turned to look at Aizawa a knife pressed into Hizashi's throat, "You see we're on a timetable here and we just got a notice from the 'family' that you guys aren't going to return our brother back to us."
A sound behind Aizawa had his eyes widening before he took a look, a quick one, to see a girl, twin? They looked similar, speaking to Sagje at the bathroom door. It squeaked open and the moment Sagje obviously 'saw' who was there he rushed out grabbing the Girl around the waist and was crying.
Fuck. This was some of the abusive members of the family who adopted his brother, who raped and physically harmed him. Aizawa looked for a Second more seeing his capture weapon in the girl's hand that was placed Sagje's shoulders before the two stood up. She was walking towards them a glare in her eyes before was standing next to Aizawa a knife in her own hand, one of the Knifes Aizawa bought for Hizashi as a christmas present, and he stilled seeing the confusion on Sagje's face.
"What's happening?" Sagje held a quiver in his voice as he looked between the two. "I thought the deal was going smoothly?"
"There was a hitch." The male next to Hizashi stated, "Remove this one's quirk, Shouta. I really don't want to slit his throat."
Sagje blinked then glanced between the two and he carefully walked forward to look into the males eyes. Aizawa couldn't see whatever was being passed between them in their facial expressions but it was obvious that the male was frustrated, "Fucking do it, alright! And make sure it lasts a few hours at most."
"Why?" Sagje asked turning to look at the male then to the female next to Aizawa, Aizawa took a glance seeing her worried face and soft shake of the head but the resounding slap and her eyes growing furious had Aizawa looking up again to the three in front of him.
Sagje's cheek was red and some blood was dripping down his lips, "Alright... Alright, Twirl, I'll do it. Just... what the fucking hell." Aizawa wanted to ask the same thing but the knife was digging into his side painfully.
"Alain's orders. Parker needs us back before the meeting starts again." Aizawa raised a brow because that didn't' sound right for a 'Hero support company' to be this... Yeah, that was more villainy. He was stupid.
Sagje took a deep breath before turning to look up at Hizashi and, there it was again, flushed. He leaned up grabbing the silky golden locks of Aizawa's husbands hair and pulled him down into a kiss. The male next to Hizashi seemed less tense when Sagje pulled away but the way Hizashi was flushing only seconds later to pale had Aizawa worried. Then in panic, Sagje followed suit, when the knife cleanly sliced into and up Hizashi's stomach and side.
"Zashi!" Aizawa moved to lunge forward but Sagje caught Hizashi's falling form and was staring wide eyed up.
"Why did you do that! He wasn't going-."
"He's a fucking Hero." Twil snarled. "And he ruined the fucking plan just like you fucking did when he caught your damn fucking attention!"
The girl next to him shouted in shock, "Twil!" But Aizawa looked in shock as Hizashi was kicked away before two consecutive punches slammed into Sagje's chest.
"Uncle said you were the 'best' pawn to use in this. Father fucking agreed. Mom was fucking hesitant because whatever the hell thing you do after the gigs." The male, Twil, breathed heavily, "Now, Twilla, keep him here." Twil turned to snarl as he looked up into Aizawa's face, "Three things are going to happen if you want the fourth one involving your fucking gay ass whore there," He pointed to Hizashi bleeding onto the floor, "to get a medical call to the hospital."
That made Aizawa narrow his gaze, "What are they?"
"Good. Logical just like 'our' Shouta. Well when it counts at least." Twil turned kicking Sagje's legs, "Get up! We don't got time for you to sit around and 'baby' it." The bastard turned back to Aizawa and smiled, "First up, you're going to let Shouta here, Eraserhead, tie you up and don't fight back. I'm pretty sure I can carve up Blondy here a bit more. Though more so his face. Ugly and you'll be revolted, I'm sure."
Aizawa snarled, just as Hizashi's mouth opened to groan in pain or speak, nothing came out, out in obvious 'fear' of that. Hizashi's reputation was around his face and his voice. Aizawa couldn't let that happen to his husband's future, "Fine."
"Alright," The yank from Twil had Sagje up and Twilla was next to Sagje tensing in fury at her brother's actions towards their youngest. Aizawa could tell that there was obviously some sort of inward family issue. Maybe Sagje didn't have all 'hateful' family who abused him. "Make sure it's tight. Alain and May won't be happy if he can get out."
"Yeah..." Sagje looked around then up. Sagje looked lost, Aizawa took note of that, and he walked forward beginning to tie Aizawa's own capture weapon around his wrist and, just like he did with Bakugo, under his chin and around his neck. It was a good idea, Aizawa would use it for the future, as any sort of struggle would ultimately tighten it until he couldn't breath. The feeling around his eyes as it was tightened made him swallow as he hated not knowing what was going on.
The last of the weapon was moved around his waist until Aizawa felt Sagje's shaking fingers looping it into a 'belt' and the remaining two feet were tugged tight like a lead.
"Wonderful! I'll take him first. Twilla call the Ambulance after I give the other two rules."
"Fine." Twilla stepped away from Aizawa.
"Now this part I'm sure you're going to hate." there was an edge of amusement before he felt something press under his chin that left a damp feeling there. "You're going to get on your knees, and I'm sure you're flexible, and lay back so your legs are trapped under you. And finally you're going to stay like that. The last thing is," there was a sound of chuckling, "You're going to be a great well of information. Underground and all you are."
Wait... Aizawa felt an increase in his breathing when he realized he was being 'kidnapped'. For information. That didn't seem right! What information did he have that they would need him for? Didn't they come just to get Sagje?
"Three seconds to comply before I get an inkling for slicing up blondies ugly face... And maybe shoving the knife before I leave nicely up his ass."
"NO!" Sagje hissed, "No! We don't work that way, what the hell is wrong with you, Twil! You're never like this!"
A resounding slap and Twilla's furious snarl met that, "Stop hitting Shouta! He isn't aware of the change!"
"Then clue him in!" Twil spat back. "He's useless to us if he has no clue what the hell is going on! All he's been is a fucking usless piece of shit this entire time! He's fucking compromised by the way he reacted to the damn Hero being sliced."
"Well can you blame him!" Twilla snarled in return.
Aizawa really wished they'd yell after calling an ambulance for Hizashi.
"Guys if you keep yelling the neighbors here will call the police. I'm pretty sure Father and Mother would be furious if we all ended up in quirk suppressing gear." Aizawa was absolutely shocked by Sagje's calm demeanor. The way he got the two to be quiet and then the feeling of Sagje's, he knew it was him, hand on Aizawa's upper arm helping him 'down' was not something he was expecting either. It was like something 'switched'... no, there was a switch. The boy he was dealing with before was a confused, struggling, and abused child. This was a person who threw on a mask and personality and a survival need to make it through the day. This was the person Sagje had to be to even live!
Aizawa was furious but he complied and he heard snorting, "You know if you grow up to be as ugly as him, Shouta, you're fucked."
"Twill!" Twilla snarled and Sagje sighed next to him but the feeling of Sagje by his side was gone but the soft words of him next to Hizashi's sluggish, painful moving Aizawa was sure, was hope in Aizawa's mind. Hope that Hizashi was getting some help.
"Can I call now? It shouldn't take you long to get us out before the cops come." Sagje spoke and the movement of pain from Hizashi was heard after Sagje's words.
"Oh, yeah." Twill smiled. "Hey, Sagje..."
"What." Aizawa's heard exhaustion in that voice, something of resignation, "I hope when Twilla fills you in you understand how screwed we all are because of you."
"I can't wait. I'm too excited now to learn this ravishing information." Sagje huffed out with sarcasm. "Whatever shall I do to hold my glee."
"Maybe learn to shut up for once." And the hand on Aizawa's shoulder was all he got before the feeling of 'moving' was felt. The feeling of a bed under him before something heaving moving over him was felt next when the hand on his shoulder pulled away.
"How did it go?" The voice, Alain's he knew from the phone call, was cold and dripping poison on his words.
"Twilla's compromised also. If we can make sure Tinra isn't too badly off we should be fine with just killing Twilla. Her quirk isn't as 'needed' as Tinra's is." That off-handed comment about 'family', blood family, had Aizawa going cold. "Also I think Shouta needs retraining. These bastards in one night and day screwed with his head badly. I think we need to take him to Uncle."
"That bad?" Alain scoffed with disgust. "How the hell did they-. Nope, has to be because he's always been too weak." Aizawa felt thick heavy ropes around his legs as they were wrenched from underneath him just as the ropes on his legs tighten before two male voices reached his ears both being on either side of him.
"Alright, he's good and secured enough." the one on his right was laughing almost joyfully. "You think this time we can actually 'enjoy' some fun?"
"No. It wouldn't really work well to get the information from this main body." Alain was obviously looking down on him, "But we'll still get our fun. Next up, get Shouta, Twill. If you can, without him knowing, kill Twilla..."
"Doubt I can without him knowing. I can time it so that the cops arrive... and maybe get 'killed by cop'. He won't know." Twill frowned.
"Or," The voice sounded colder than Alain's, much lower before the feeling of something 'sitting' on him happened. Aizawa's chest felt tight as this person let his fully weight lay on Aizawa's ribs which were under strain from his arms still behind his back tightly tied. "You bring her back. Paul can take care of Twilla easily with his quirk It'll be less likely to be found out given who we're dealing with."
"Oh." Alain chuckled, "One of them does have a fire quirk. Paul. Can you work your magic on him?"
"Already did. Bastard didn't expect it. Just say the 'magic word' and he'll do what you want, Brother." Paul stood up and Aizawa felt the breath still in him when lips were on his, "Their leader is the only one I haven't' gotten control of yet. Damn bastard is... really hard to get a grip on."
"He's mentally retarded, duh." Paul chuckled at the one on Aizawa's chest slid off, "Twil go get Aizawa. Then Twilla, Paul gag our Doll up. Alain we have to make sure our sisters are unaware we got Shouta back."
"God I don't want to deal with May." Alain sighed, "Fine, let's get this over with."
"After we'll bring up to Uncle and our parents that Shouta's no longer a good 'use' for us. They did bring that 'breeding' quirk user in last time we called. That 'boy' Shouta's takes care of would work for breeding Shouta's quirk." The two left just as they kept talking leaving Aizawa Shouta being gagged and in growing understanding that they all really failed to grasp the reality that involved Suinzain Shouta's life.
The End
Hey Everyone! This is the End of Part one! This will be a series I just decided now! Why? Because wouldn't it be interesting to see how this evolves XD and it's growing too large. And our Aizawa, both Aizawa's, are not in a new situation!
This was supposed to be a one part only story but it turned into something more! :D I'm reading this again as I edit it to help me finish the ones I am doing in future chapters. Stuck and needing inspiration which is why I have the songs! I'll link the entire playlist in a separate title. Tell me if I should do a Discord channel for this :D