Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. If you're interested you can listen to the song while you read. I wrote this chapter while listening to it. And just remembering Itachi's death always brings tears to my eyes. I'm sorry if I didn't made it clear in the last chapter but Sasuke is 6 going 7 years old. So yes its a flashback on how he met Stain-sama. And how he grew up in the bnha universe with Stain-sama.😭
It's a shitty story written for my amusement. So give my constructive comments people! I use it to fuel my soul! Also because I made you guys wait for a long time. Here's an extraaaa long chapter just for you! Spoiler alert: it's 10k+ words. Pov switches between the two. Hope ya enjoy it! (I most definitely did.) (P.S Tag update, Shounen ai moments and ooc characters. I'm so not guilty at all.😂)
Sasuke's POV
Ever wonder what it's like to lose everything all at once? In just a blink of an eye everyone you love gone?
'When did it all start? When did I started to lose my way... Was it after the massacre? Or was it when I first tried to kill her?'
And yet... You still find the will to find what was once the nice side of you? The side which everyone (all except for one...) thought was gone for good?
"Big Brother! What's going on!? Everyone's dead!"
Now faded out and only a small piece left to dance through god's design? (Bullshit)
Itachi moves his gaze from the floor to meet Sasuke's. His eyes void of any emotion, a look that shouldn't have been on his brother's face. "Brother? Mother and Father as well as everyone are dead. Someo-" Thunk. Pain. Sasuke quickly puts pressure on the wound. Mind racing, heart pounding so hard. He couldn't understand why his brother is like this...
Some don't have to wonder. Some had seen it. Some had been there themselves. Felt the world stop turning yet never realizing what they had until it was gone. (Just like him.)
Giggles and loud chatter filled the air. They were on a field, with their sensei leaning on a nearby tree. Reading his book (porn), looking relaxed yet body poised towards ****** and Sakura, ready to protect them. He ,as usual, was away from the two girls but not far enough to not see their joyful looks. It was peaceful and he found the scene, oddly enough, heart-warming...
And realizing what it was like when they were ignorant to the fact that turning was what the world did...
He thought no one would know about his departure but somehow she had known. "I... I love you with all my heart!.. If you were to stay here with me, there would be no regrets...because every day we'd do something fun, we'd be happy I swear..! I would do anything for you! So...please, just stay with me!" Disappears and reappears behind her just to whisper...
Even if no one cared to notice, or even bothered to understand. Just like his bubblegum haired teammate who didn't even have the slightest idea of what's it like. What's it like to be the only one left behind...
"Goodbye, Sakura." Knocks her out and places her on a nearby bench. 'Sorry Sakura. I really appreciate your words but its not the words I want to hear. It's not the same as hers. Maybe if hadn't met ****** then maybe I would have appreciated you more. But ****** had taken my heart from the start. And not once had I ever considered liking another girl.' Walks away from the bench and leaves Konoha. Hoping to never see the woman that could make him reconsider staying.
For Sasuke, the world didn't break apart so easily. Sometimes he wished it did...
Tap. "Forgive me Sasuke. Maybe some other time."
Tap. "Forgive me Sasuke. Maybe some other time."
Tap. "Forgive me Sasuke. Maybe some other time."
It didn't shatter upon impact with just a wave of a hand.
"Just shut up for once! What the hell do you know about it?! It's not like you ever had a family in the first place! You were on your own right from the beginning, what makes you think you know anything about it?! Huh?! I'm suffering now because I had those ties, how on earth could you possibly understand, what it feels like to lose all that?!"
No, it came very slowly, painfully so, dragging out all the hurt it could as it swept its way across his life. Made it a life mission to torment him until the day he died.
"Why?! Why are you trying so hard for me?!" A smile so small, so painful, 'Why. Why. Why. Why?!', she whispers almost like a secret to be kept. "Because to me, this is one of the first bonds I've ever had. That's why I'm going to stop you!" 'Stop. Please. I'm not worth it... I was never worthy of your endless devotion!' Anger clouding his mind he yells back, "If that's how it is... Then I'll just have to sever that bond!"
It was so hard to smile at anything after that. So hard to care about anything when everything tears him apart. In the end he chose to stop smiling, he chose to stop caring, he chose to stop everything. Just so he could win against that man. And yet, against all odds, against all barriers he had placed around him especially his heart. She had managed to squeeze her way in and stubbornly stayed.
It was raining that day. The day he left her to gain the power to kill his brother. His headband falls on the ground right next to her head. One step in he suddenly falls on his knees, coughing out blood. His face almost touching hers somewhat shielding her from the rain, he stares at her. Her face full of cuts, matching her torn up ugly jumpsuit. And then he remembers his words,
"To achieve the Mangekyo Sharingan you must kill your closest friend."
Looking back maybe he could have kill her. If she hadn't made it her life mission to become apart of his life. Now, looking at her face all he could feel is remorse. At the fact that he was the one who did this, he was the one who almost killed her. He truly didn't deserve her. He leans in and softly kisses her head. Tries to pour all the things he didn't say into the kiss, hoping she could feel it.
He stands up letting himself get one last look at her dumb face. Leaves her his headband to remember him by. He walks towards his first step in achieving his vendetta. 'This... This is the path that I must walk. Not you or anyone else can change that. But if by some chance I finish it, will you be waiting for me?'
"SASUKE!" A voice desperately yells. He remembers a woman with sunshine like hair. And a warm, loving smile on her lips. But he also remembers blood flowing down her body. Remembers her slowly fading away in his arms. He remembers a promise...
Gasp!
He opens his eyes and sits abruptly. He takes a few deep breaths. Trying to calm down his nerves. He couldn't remember her. And that thought hurted him more, the pain of not remembering the one. Who clearly meant the most to him. Nerves finally calmed down he takes a quick look around to find all the possible escape routes. He is certain he isn't in the street he was hiding in.
What caught his attention was that he wasn't sent back home or in a cage. So thank the bastards in the sky for small miracles. His clothes were different that would mean someone had changed them. That would also mean someone saw his scars. At least the one who changed him had given him a black shirt and beige sweatpants.
Too bad both of them were a tad too big for his thin frame. Sasuke checks around the room for his meager stuff. Once he actually had a good look around the room he notices it was made for a child his (body wise) age. And there on a small childish table of a cat he saw his stuff. Before he could even grab it the door opens...
Chizome's POV
I don't know which bastard in the sky I managed to piss off. But having a kid ,who had given him the warmest hugged ever since the incident, collapsed in his arms seemed like a trial. 'Judging by his sunken cheeks, I'm sure he hasn't had a decent meal in like a few days. I can't take this brat with me.' Just as he was about to bring him to a nearby police station.
The kid's shirt hiked up just enough for him to reconsider his earlier thought. Scars. Both new and old, Chizome knew enough about domestic abuse. To not even think about sending a kid (who was like him) back to that hell. 'Well that's it then. You're coming home with me brat.' As he was walking back home he already knew even before he saw the scars. That this was how it was gonna end up, all because he was a huge fuckin' softie...
Arriving at his home, he immediately goes to the bathroom. He couldn't let a child sleep in such rags. Turning the faucet on he waits for it to fill the tub. Once it did he made sure it was in a decent temperature so it wouldn't aggravate the wounds on the brat's body. Taking off his clothes he finally sees the brat's body. He clenches his fists and grits his teeth to stifle down various curses from spilling out.
He gently puts him in the tub and slowly bathes him. Chizome takes his time in cleaning him making sure he was squeeky clean. Then life decides once again to be a bitch. He remembers doing the same thing to Akihiro. It was a huge punch to the gut. Because this kid right here is making him remember the light of his life. The child whom he swore to give the love and care he didn't have as a child.
He always loved hearing the giggles from his son whenever he bathes him. The same giggles he won't ever hear again. Shaking his head trying to get rid of those heart-wrenching memories. He focuses on the cleaning the brat and make sure he doesn't get sick. Once he's finally done he dryes him off. And buddles him up in the towel, hoists him in his arms he walks towards Akihiro's room.
Opening it, he's once again reminded on why it hurts just to be in here. It was empty. When it was not supposed to be empty. He slowly lays down the brat on the bed and goes to the closet to look for a pair of clothes that might fit him. Finally after a few minutes of scurrying through the closet he found clothes that theoretically could fit the brat. Walking back to the bed, he lifts him up and dresses him as he once did to his son.
Finally cleaned and dressed Chizome stares at him before shaking his head and leaves the room. Goes down the stairs and went towards the kitchen. 'He looks a little malnourished so no meat. I could whip him up some soup to at least fill his stomach in the meantime.' Looking through the pantry checking to see what he still has in them. 'I have chicken, garlic, ginger and a few other shit. Damn I really should go shopping next time I'm out.'
Judging by the sad excuse of a pantry he has, the only thing he could think off is chicken soup. Which is really good for brats, and its not hard to stomach either. Chizome made the soup to distract him from the silence, just for a moment. A few minutes later the soup is finally done. Placing it in a cat shaped bowl, he doesn't know why he's using it in the first place. The bowl was Akihiro's favorite, so why was he using this?
He doesn't know. Nothing makes sense anymore. 'The day they were killed I wished I had died with them. If living with this pain is my punishment then I will live. Because living means I will remember this until I die. Living means I'm here to remember them by. Living is pain but I have to endure this pain. I need too...'
Chizome snaps out of it, remembering that he has a brat to take care off. He sounds like a broken record with all this remembering he keeps uttering about. Because that's all he can do. To remember them is the only thing he can do. And that thought hurts the most because he doesn't even know who did it in the first place.
He places the bowl on a tray and grabs a cup of water. Then he slowly makes his way upstairs towards Aki- the room. He stops short at the cat themed door before he could back down and run away!, he felt the warmth of the soup. 'I can do this...' He opens the door and to his surprise the brat is already awake.
Instead of screaming or crying like some brats do. This one was cautious, like he knows I'm a dangerous person yet does not make any moves. He placed down the tray on the cat table and sat down a few feet away from the table. He didn't want him to feel cornered or something like that. "I'd eat that while its still hot if I were you." He tells him with a frown on his mouth.
The brat raises his eyebrow at the food but slowly raised his hand and took the spoon. The kid ate excruciatingly slow and eerily clean for a kid like him. The kid kept him in his line of vision while he ate thou. Smart of him. You should never let an enemy leave your sight no matter what. That's the first rule of survival. Next was never let your guard down.
This kid was smart he'll give him that. A few minutes of silence passed, no words were exchanged between them. Chizome and the kid kept their eyes on each other, analysing each movement. It wasn't until the kid finished eating did he finally speak. "Where am I and who are you?" Chizome stares at him for a few seconds before indulging him.
"You're in my house and the names Stendhal kid. Who are you and where the hell are your parents?" The kid stares at him. It was honestly creeping him out and he was the adult here! After what felt like forever the kid finally spoke. "Sasuke... Uchiha Sasuke. They don't exist." He says with pure hate in his voice...
Explains the scars and the haunting look in his eyes. Is that why he was near the dumpsters when I killed that guy? He was clearly thinking long and hard that he didn't realize that the kid took his stuff back and left. Once he does realize it he was shocked to know how the kid managed to leave without him noticing.
The only proof that Chizome brought back a kid was the empty plates and unmade bed. If it weren't for those two he would have thought the kid was a ghost. The thought gave him the chills, which is absurd, ghosts aren't real...
Right?
(Ghosts aren't real! He was clearly real since the bowl was empty and the clothes were gone. He wasn't scared! He really wasn't...
Chizome did not sleep a single wink that night...
The next day he bought a bunch of talismans on his way home...)
Sasuke's POV
Why the hell did I tell him my name?! Even if it wasn't in the system but still! It could be used to traced back to him. Even if he managed to change his appearance but not for long. His chakra reserves are bot that high. So if by chance he was caught off guard he might be sent back to his not family.
After Sasuke escaped from that place, glad to know that his shinobi training hadn't fade even thou he was in a younger body. Sasuke scurried the streets in search of a place to spend the night. He didn't have to worry about dinner seeing as he was already full. But the next morning will be a bitch no doubt.
A few minutes of looking Sasuke finally found a perfect spot to spend the night.
He takes out the blanket he stole from that place and covers himself in it. It was futile against the cold air but at least it was something. Place a little secured Sasuke fell asleep.
The next morning Sasuke wandered the streets of Fujinomiya. Trying to blend in as a teenager with dark green hair and casual clothes. He had managed to perfect a henge that could maybe in theory last for an hour at worst, 2 at best. He's been looking around the place. Storing every piece of information in his head. As a former ninja he knows just how important information was.
With information alone you can bring down a whole city. If he manages to get useful information he could probably find some underworld broker. He knows every world has one, to exchange information for a quirk that can permanently change his hair and eyes. He could use henge to change it but using chakra for an everyday usage seems a waste. So the next best thing was to look for one.
He uses what little chakra he has to henge a few leaves into cash. Good thing he learned how the money system works around here. He buys himself a nice hot bowl of miso ramen. Why miso ramen? He doesn't know nor remember why this particular ramen flavor called out to him. Maybe it was the pull in his heart telling him that it was something she had loved before.
He eats the ramen, a short yet a warm memory flashes through his mind.
"Ne ne teme! Why do you always come here with me yet never order a damn thing?! It's an insult to the gods 'ttebayo! It's their favorite food after all." A sun-kissed girl yells as she slurps down her 7th bowl of ramen. He always wondered where it all goes when her stomach was flat as a board. He hears Sakura and Ino complain about how she doesn't worry about calories or what not.
"Hn." Because I'm not a ramen addict like you. "Hey! It's not an addiction! I just love ramen ya tomato loving prick!" She huffs indignantly making her look so adorable. "Hn." What's so good about miso ramen anyways you dobe. He smirks she yells at him again. Then as revenge orders another bowl, he'll grumble yet in the end will pay for the meal with a small smile on his face.
'Ah. This was her favorite... It's good.' He thinks while eating. Keeping down the feeling of something deep within him. After the meal he wanders the streets again and watched the shadows for anything important. Just as he was about to head back he saw a eerily familiar figure heading into one of the alleyways. 'It was him.'
Some part of Sasuke wanted to follow him but the rational side of him won. He walked away from the alley. 'It's not my business whether he kills or not. I'm not exactly one to preach after all.' He went back to his temporary living space and ate some of the calorie bars he bought. He figured he'll find out more about the underworld tomorrow. What he needs right now is sleep. At that thought in mind Sasuke slept soundly throughout the night.
Not knowing a familiar man was watching him at a safe distance before disappearing into the night.
Let it be a known fact that Sasuke was not a huge fan of people. He let that part to her and Sakura. Being the social butterflies they were, at least he had Kakashi to brood with during those rare times. Now in another world he is most definitely still not a fan of people. They were loud and irritating. It might be the heat talking but that would be a lie. He really hates people. End of story.
Speaking of people, that includes the man who has been following him the past couple of weeks now. The same man whom had fed him and damn, was it annoying. Feeling his eyes on the back of his head. He changed his appearance multiple times now! And yet he can still tell that it's him. Sasuke is now starting to think that this bastard had some kind of tracking quirk.
Otherwise there was just no way he could find him! Sasuke was being paranoid sure, but for good reasons! He tries to shake him off a couple of times but he can still find him. At first he thought nothing of it, it was normal to see him on the streets. But that quickly set off a series of sneak attacks. Just to name a few.
The coffee shop downtown. He was disguised as a middle aged man. Then he saw him sitting 3 tables from his left. (In a freaking suit, what the fuck?)
Public library near his now favorite supermarket. (Their cherry tomatoes were delicious.) He was a middle schooler with brownish red hair and geeky glasses. But he saw him lurking behind one of the bookshelfs pretending to read a dumb ass fairytale book.
The mall. He was just looking around honestly. He was disguised as an old man yet he still found him in the middle of the damn mall! He wasn't even trying to hide this time! Seeing as he was just in his casual clothes with a freaking crepe, of all things, in his hand!
Last but not the least the McWodal's which was surprising. He was a teenage girl this time with blond hair and pretty blue eyes. He did not know specifically why that look but it somehow held something important that he couldn't figure what. The man had the guts to come sit in front of her and pretend he was her father.
She(he) ordered the whole menu and ate like a pig before leaving him with the bill. That was the most delicious and effortless revenge he had done. And he had, dare he say it, fun. But nevertheless Sasuke was clearly pisses off by the somewhat stalking but did not want to engaged.
After all this wasn't the world he knew anymore. He couldn't act so recklessly without a plan. Unlike a certain someone who liked to make friends with enemies. ('Who?') He knew how to be cautious around strong people. And this man. He was strong. Strong for someone his age but if Sasuke had his full chakra and normal body.
He might have a chance against him. Sasuke never thought he'll find a male version of Sakura. Not that the man was into him per se, but her personality as a stalker and an annoying pest. Really seems to resonate in this man. So much that Sasuke started to theorized that the man might be Sakura.
Now that's a scary thought...
(And if Sasuke went to the nearest shrine to pray (yeah right) to the gods. No one had to know...
The priest on morning duty heard the horrible chants of death, maiming and something about offering virgin sacrifices. They were terrified, so terrified they poured salt all over the place... Hoping to get rid of the so called evil spirit...
Sasuke really went all out with his cur- ahem prayers, enough to make a priest pour a shit ton of salt everywhere in horror.
Sasuke was so not happy to be showered in salt so early in the morning...)
Chizome's POV
I've been following the kid for a few weeks now. All I've learned was that he really has no parents. He lives near the dumpsters. He has a transformation quirk(?). And that he knows that I know about it. And has been trying to leave him in the dust now isn't that a cute idea? He really doesn't know why I can find him in a crowd.
Maybe its because no matter how good his transformation was. The habits or mannerisms never fades. He moves around slowly, looking harmless but with a cold analysing gaze. The kid can try all he wants but Chizome can find him based on that no matter how good his transformation is. He knows he should leave the kid alone after all it wasn't his business.
But something in him draws him back to that kid. He can't put a finger on it but there's something with that kid. It was why he often finds himself following the kid. Watching him from a safe distance. Keeping all sorts of people away from him. Just last week he had to kill a phony hero who wanted to sell the kid!
The nerve of this hero babbling about how he'll be famous for "rescuing" a child. In actuality, he was gonna sell him to some bastards. Oooooh. Chizome had a great time cutting the bastard to ribbons. He also made sure to expose whatever deeds this phoney hero did. And boi was he pissed as hell when he found out. Good thing he found the rest of the "rescued" kids and gave them to a foster agent that he trusted.
Who swore that she would make sure these kids find a perfect home. Kids now safe and sound he went hunting for the rest of the fakes. After a few days he finally hunted the rest of the phoney heroes working in said deed. (And boi was it great hunting these evil and helpless prey.)
He also made sure to give the phoneys to a cop friend of his. Who gladly took them in and made sure to give them a little something that will not be mentioned in the report he'll write. Chizome knew his friend will give a nice tip to the rest of the inmates. They maybe crooks but they still have their morals. Most of the inmates absolutely hate abusers, rapists, child traffickers.
Most inmates were in prison because of unlawful use of quirks, stealing and killing. Criminals knew where to draw the line unlike some heroes. He looks at the moon reveling its beauty and thinks to himself. 'The rest of the world will continue to move forward. But what will happen to those who can't? Who will help them when the heroes they worship are the ones responsible for this mess?'
He was yet again baffled by how selfish and fake some heroes are. Then again he wasn't surprised, she experienced it too. He saw what the hero world did to her. How it mercilessly crushed her. Never again. Yes. Never again will phoney heroes do that to others. Never will he let someone so pure and righteous get hurt. Heroes were meant to help others. They were supposed to be the symbol of peace like All Might.
He knew that the hero society needed to change. For that to happen, someone needs to be the catalyst for that change. Speaking of change his eyes zeroed in his target for the night. He'll yet again expose another phoney hero with the moon as his witness.
He followed the kid yet again towards one of the most shadiest part of the city. He doesn't know why the kid wanted to be here in the first place. But I wasn't gonna let him go there alone. What if someone nabs the kid? He's so freaking tiny! Small enough to stuff in a duffle bag and run off. What if that happens?! Oooooh. These bastards better not lay a hand on this child.
While Chizome was busy thinking about things that hadn't happened yet already plotting his revenge. Sasuke felt the slight spike in pressure from behind. He knew it was from that man from before and wondered what happened for him to release such a thick bloodlust. He could no longer ignore this man, he walks right up to him and bluntly tells him.
"When are you gonna stop following me around?"
Sasuke's POV
"When are you gonna stop following me?" Yes. When. Because it was driving him crazy! Knowing this man was just around the corner watching him. It brings back horrible memories of being chased and followed around by his fangirls. The difference between them is that this man was dangerous!
Sasuke waited for the startled man to compose himself. It gave him a sick satisfaction. He finally had some worthwhile information to help find him a broker. But this guy keeps butting in his business. Just like a certain somebody. Pang. 'Ow ow ow. What? Why did my head...? Ow! God damn it. What now?' Sasuke rubs his temples trying to ease the pain of the headache he's currently having.
He doesn't know why but his head started hurting all of a sudden. Like someone was trying to squeeze something out... Too far gone to notice the sudden movement from the man in front of him. When all of a sudden an arm was wrapped around his shoulders holding him close to the man's waist. While said man had his sword out and pointed towards someone.
"Who are you?" He growls out looking all menacing. The man in front of them was calm despite the sword pointed towards him. Sasuke realized that this man was what? Protecting him? Shielding him? Okay he really needed to work on his knowledge if that's all he can think of. He tries to focus on what the two men were saying but his head really really hurts right now.
God what he wouldn't do for an aspirin right now. He could probably kill a man bare handedly for a pill. That's how painful the headache was. He rubs his temples and tries to make sense on what they're talking about.
"-looking for-"
"-mind your own damn business-"
"-has a proposition to-"
"-doesn't need that-"
"-he does not-"
"-ll fuck him as well! You think I'll-"
"-down! Like I said it-"
"-a hit?! You will pay-"
"-and no. He really does-"
"He's my kid! Touch him again and I swear to god I will murder your simping ass!" The stalker yelled at the other who was staring at him with a calculating look on his face. He looks like he wants to yell some more but thought better of it. "Whatever! I won't touch the kid! Sheesh get your shitty kid outta here! Scram ya fucktards!"
The man scoffs in his direction and with a glare leaves them alone. The stalker was still holding him in his arms and Sasuke really didn't want to admit that it made him warm. He gently (wtf?) takes Sasuke's chin and lifts his face to stare at worried black eyes. Why? Why was he doing this? Sasuke's head was still throbbing yet... he heard his words perfectly.
He's my kid...
Sasuke had always thought that he would never have another adult to look after him. In Konoha once you graduated from the academy you were already considered an adult. He never let anyone in, not after Itachi nor her. 'I'm over thinking this because I'm young and vulnerable not to mention in pain because of this fucking headache.'
"You alright kiddo?" Stalker asks him with a soft and gentle fucking voice. He continues to look at those worried eyes and for a moment there he forgot the world around him. He can't believe he's actually doing this but... Sasuke takes a handful of his black shirt and... buries his face on his sturdy chest. Stalker seemed to have gotten the message because a few seconds later he was gently hoisted in his arms and he takes them to god knows where.
Sasuke, still in Stalker's arms, closes his eyes and soaks in the warmth. A strange feeling welling up in his chest. The same feeling of warmth he always felt from her. It was okay, he guessed, for him to take a break. The rest of the whole damn world can fucking wait. He needed the rest, no, he deserves it. With that in mind he succumbs to the darkness and dreams of short yet happy memories with his beloved.
Chizome's POV
After fending off the sex pervert (not really he was a goon sent by an infamous broker) all he can think off was to get the hell outta there. All sorts of dangerous thoughts meshed in his head. 'Have to GO! Place not safe. Get rid of him now! Have to protect. Protect. Proctect him. Before it's too late. Gotta protect him. Don't die. Don't die. Don't die! Akihiro!'
He snaps out of it when he remembers the small bundle in his hands. Chizome could not think straight but at least he still has the senses to check on the kid. Gently tilting his head upwards he looks at those eyes. Those pain filled eyes and his heart just simply aches yet he does not know why. Was he sick or something? Oh no. He cannot afford the medicine for his heart disease.
(Lol. You're not sick ya fool😂)
He mentally pushes the problem away his future self will think of something, right now his priority is the kid. "You alright kiddo?" I asked him, making sure to look at his face just to be sure he wasn't lying. After what seem to feel like a century the kid clenches his fists in his shirt. Then buries his face on his chest making him look smaller than he already is. While also making Chizome's heart twinge in pain or something.
Understanding the silent message, he scoops up the kid in his arms. Makes sure no one was following them before heading home. Home where it was safe. Where the two of them can hide and breathe even for just a single moment.
Chizome did not in fact have a single moment.
Right after he finally gotten them home his friend calls him. About the phoney heroes he tossed at him. It seems like they weren't the only ones doing this business. "Are you sure Tanuma? I thought I cleaned them all out?" He asks Tanuma, his friend, who was a detective. "I'm sure bud. I double checked everything but I can't really confirm the places at the moment. I'm busy with this newest case." Tanuma grumpily replies.
Tanuma lights up a cigarette and clenches on the papers in his hands. Chizome couldn't see his face but knew he was clearly mad. Chizome looks at the bed where he placed Sasuke down earlier. Children like him are getting "rescued" and no one is doing a thing about it. Chizome grits his teeth in anger. How on earth are their so called heroes so incompetent?
'They don't even know about these things. Tanuma even told a vigilante like me about this. What does that say about our heroes?' He replies to Tanuma after thinking for a few minutes. "Do you have an idea at least? A clue on how many places there are here in Japan?" He wants to know everything so he can find those kids.
He may need a few other vigilantes to help in dealing with this. With just him and Tanuma they won't be able to cover even a city. 'New case?' "Tanuma. That new case of yours what's it about? Clearly it's important enough for you to move on your own." Tanuma, who was out following a lead, flinched. Leave it to a vigilante to figure him out. Sighing, he replies, "Ever heard of Trigger ya bastard?"
Chizome was shocked. He heard the rumours but never really thought about it. 'Trigger. From the I've heard it's a drug able to enhance one's quirk at the expense of their sanity. It was true? It's dangerous enough for Tanuma to leave his desk. No wonder he sounds so worked up.' "Yeah I've heard about it from some people. It was real? Do you know where it came from?"
Thou Chizome could not see it, there was a 💢 on Tanuma's head. "If I knew about that then I wouldn't be busting my ass out on the streets." Tanuma really wouldn't, he had subordinates for that, good ones he can count on. But this wasn't a normal case at all. This Trigger drug is more popular than he expected. Most especially in the underworld, that's why he had asked for vigilante's help.
There were just some things you had to do that no one needs to know. And hunting down the makers or users was one of them. He needs people willing to break the law to help him. It was why he was still able to find leads after all. The underworld brokers were more well informed than the journalists. It was a little pricey but definitely worth every yen.
"I need your help Chizome. I don't think I'll be able to handle this on my own. Don't worry about the rest, the commissioner general told me he'll handle the paperwork. And told me to tell you, "Don't get caught idiot." So how about it idiot?" Chizome held back a chuckle at the message from Daiki. 'Who's he calling an idiot? Only fellow idiots call others idiots.'
"Yeah sure. Any chance to butt heads with phoneys is a great one for me. I'll help with the Trigger case so help me with finding those kids." Tanuma silently laughs thinking about how this bastard hasn't changed a single bit. It was nice to know. After all he owed Maki-san, the least he can is look out for her idiot. "I hear you, ya bastard. I'll go check with the other brokers. You better get yer ass in gear I'll be working you to the bones."
Tanuma hangs up leaving Chizome staring at his phone. Contemplating his next move. Two different cases. Trigger and human trafficking. There's no connection whatsoever. 'Daiki is gonna kill me if I don't do this properly.' Chizome changed both his and Sasuke's clothes. After heating up a bento meal he went to sleep. Various scenarios about the cases flashing through his mind.
Time Skip~! Brought to you by flower's inc!
It's been a few weeks since that fateful encounter. A few weeks since Chizome took Sasuke under his wing and became his somewhat guardian. Sasuke was a lot like him so it wasn't hard to adjust to having a child in his space. He and Sasuke have a system they may or may not always follow.
Wake up. (If by chance they actually slept with no nightmares plaguing them.)
Take a bath before breakfast. (I'm looking at you Sasuke! This is the last time I'll see blood on the damn dinning chair.)
Eat the breakfast the one assigned for the day made. (Mostly Chizome. He had enough of eating cup noodles for 7 days straight.)
Stay out of each other's way. (If they can, both are nosy as hell.)
Meet up at some restaurant or diner for lunch. (They mostly go for yakiniku or oyakudon and the occasional ramen. Only twice every 2 weeks because Chizome would burn the place to the ground if he had to eat noodles for a whole week again.)
Don't follow the other. (Yes I see you Stalker-san, the mail box does not actually cover your body at all.) (Are you actually following me towards the mafia lord's warehouse?)
Don't ask questions about each other, no matter how badly you want to know. (Both don't know the other was struggling at this one. Sasuke wanted to ask about his long chin. Chizome wanted to ask about his duck butt hair.)
Clean each other's wounds if by chance the other was caught off guard. (Why did you not dodge that arrow? Guess old age is getting to you... Did you win?) (Did you really have to fight against 5 thugs on your own? A tiny brat like you is like a squishy teddy bear for those thugs... Did you win?)
Spend time by sparring or hunting down criminals. (Stalker-san don't you dare get all soft and slow for me! I can handle this much.) (I said run! Not jump into a pool full of flesh eating piranhas, you fool!)
Be back before dinner. (Exclusively for Sasuke, who does not know when to stop for the night.) (Stalker-san cooks a pretty mean quiche which I would forever deny tasted good.)
Pretty standard but they managed it. Living together was going pretty well than they both thought. With the occasional problems like the cases Chizome was working on. Sasuke's hunt for a quirk to change his hair. Both were comfortable with the other around. Chizome finds himself looking forward to coming back home.
Sasuke finds himself appreciating the fact he had a place he can somewhat call a home. And so the days past by, the two of them getting closer to the other. It was a bond they could not explain. But maybe it was because they were kind off the same? Maybe that's why they can stand each other's presence. Things were going fine until Chizome finally found the rest of the places used for human trafficking.
This was their second major argument. Their first being the question: What came first the chicken or the egg?
"Like I said for the umpteenth time! It's dangerous and you're not coming with me!" Chizome agrued with Sasuke, who like always, was being equally stubborn. He was already in his vigilante uniform and ready to raid the main base of operations. But Sasuke somehow overheard his conversation with Tanuma yesterday. And had been adamant on coming with him.
"And I said I can handle it! Just because I'm a child does not mean I can't be of use to you on the field!" Sasuke never yelled with that much passion in his voice. But Chizome did not want him near those phoney heroes at all. He's only thinking about what's best for him. Why can't this brat think for a second on why Chizome did not want him there? He kneels down on one knee and stares at Sasuke's eyes.
"Look kid. I know better than anyone else how capable you really are. But you have to understand my reason for telling you to stay at home." He could see he was about to agrue some more but I needed him to understand. "You're a child." Whatever agruement he had prepared was gone as soon as I told him that. He was finally listening. Good. "You are strong no doubt about it."
He stares at those eyes of his and firmly tells him. "I really appreciated the sentiment but I would feel a lot better knowing you're here where it's safe you got that?"
Sasuke's POV
Ah. So that's how it was. What the warmth he felt the past couple of weeks with this man meant. It was because he treated me like this. An equal yet at the same time someone worth protecting. He stares at his eyes and firmly tells him. "Come back." 'Please don't die.' Sasuke watches him nod his head and leaves the house. He watches him disappear into the night.
He closes the door and silently goes to his room. Yes. His room. It became his the day Stalker-san told him they were decorating it. His room was now painted in a calming light blue color. With the cat themed stuff still in place, Sasuke didn't mind it at all, he loves cats.
He gets in bed and covers himself with the thick blanket Stalker-san bought for him. Curled up in a tight ball he thinks about the past couple of weeks. And how it became one of the most cherished memories he had. It was scaring him. How much a person can depend on someone they don't even know. Was this how she felt? The ever present hollowness in his chest. Desperate for something to fill it in.
It was easy to connect with someone just because of their similarities. If Sasuke were to describe what he felt. He could describe it in one word.
Warm.
He felt warm.
Whenever the black haired man directed a rare smile at him, Sasuke felt this warm tingly feeling in him. It started with his chest that spread throughout his body. He sometimes wondered if he finally snapped. During the night, the rare times he catches that man asleep but was having a bad dream? His regretted not listening to Kakashi about the tips he himself used to fight off nightmares.
Sasuke didn't know what to do. For the first time in his life he was at a loss. Not knowing where to go or where to start. He was all alone in this world. But being alone was something he had gotten used to. But maybe he didn't have to get used to it? He's scared out of his wits that's for sure but he's also excited?
Maybe change didn't have to bring him anxiety. Didn't have to make him scared of losing it. Change is scary no doubt about it. But it's okay to be scared. Being scared means you're about to do something really really brave. Sasuke had one last thought before he fell asleep. 'If I told you about what I've done would you stay?'
Chizome's POV
Once he left the house he quickly made his way towards the location of the scumbags. His mind was elsewhere thou, thinking about the way Sasuke said the words, "Come back" as if he were begging. He was getting distracted and that was no good. He had a job to do, children to save. It would not help anybody if he were to slip up and fail.
After rendezvousing with Tanuma and a few other vigilantes. They stood in front of a huge building registered under the Number 78 Pro Hero Justice Man. They discussed the plan one more time before it was show time. Tanuma led their team inside and blended in the shawdows. They had to find the children first before destroying the place. They split into teams of three with each team having different objectives.
Tanuma's team is in charge of gathering physical evidence of the trafficking and which heroes were involved. Knuckleduster's team is in charge of fighting the heroes and guards. Making sure that Stendhal's team in charge of getting the kids out will not be bothered. Tanuma went right, Knuckleduster left and Stendhal went straight.
Stendhal was so focused on finding the children that he almost didn't hear The Crawler's voice. "Stendhal-san look here." They were able to successfully moved forward because Knuckle's diversion. So they were able to quickly find one of the rooms that could possibly held the children. Stendhal looks at the door where Koichi was pointing at.
The door was grey and gloomy and Stendhal hated it. Without a word he opens the door only to be shown small cages with children in it. Chizome grits his teeth at the looks on the kids faces as soon as they opened the door. As if they were nothing but dolls to be chosen. Eyes lifeless and body poised as if being displayed.
Chizome hears Koichi gasping in shock. They made their way in and couldn't help but flinch at the lack of response from the kids. Swallowing down a snarl he kneels down and looks at the child who was somewhat glaring. The one who still seems to have some fire in his eyes. As softly as he can do he asks him. "Hello. I'm Stendhal and this is The Crawler. Is this all of you? Or are there others?"
The child in question stared at Chizome and Koichi with distrust shinning through his eyes. Chizome tries not to burst into fits of anger, knowing it won't help them right now. He was about to ask once more but the boy(?) whispers. "A few doors down... there should be 80 or so kids. There's 20 down in the basement... And there's Hikari-chan in the "Special Room" beneath the basement."
So many kids... Taken right under their fucking noses and no one even bothered to look for them? It was a good thing Koichi was with him, god knows, what he'll do if he wasn't. "Are you heroes?" The boy asks them, clear anger painted in his eyes. "No. We're not. We're vigilantes and don't lump us with those phoney heroes. We're getting you guys out of here."
Chizome didn't know if that was the right thing to say but the other kids seemed to have gotten out of their doll like spell. Some started to cry, some started to glare and snarl viciously at them. Others were banging on their cages trying to reach them. Well some were yelling, "Liar!" "You're just like them you fucker!". Chizome didn't know whether to scream or cry at the sight.
He settled on trying to calm them down. "It's the truth. We're gonna help you get out whether you trust us or not. We're gonna save you." Chizome hoped this was enough for now because they absolutely have no time to convince them. But maybe they didn't have too, for the boy Chizome asked, turns his head and tells the rest. "Let's go with them. This is a chance we have got to take. Who knows when we'll have this again."
Just like a magic spell the rest were somewhat appeased at his words. He turns back to look at him and firmly says. "Please save us." Chizome and Koichi looked equal parts relieved and determined. They started opening the all the cages and destroying the chains on their necks and ankles. A few minutes later they have all 48 children free from this room.
Getting to them was the easy part getting them out was the hard part. Because they had assumed all the kids would be in one place. Chizome looks at Koichi and orders him. "You and the kids get out of here, I'll get the rest. Make sure you won't be seen by the guards." Koichi nods his head and ushers the kids towards the exit.
But one boy stubbornly stays no matter how hard Koichi tries to convince him. Chizome stares at the purple headed boy. Said boy was biting his lips as if trying to ground himself. "Y-you need me." He finally breathes out, Chizome raises an eyebrow but waits for him to finish. "There are 10 guards protecting Hikari-chan's cell. You need one of them to t-tell you the password to open it."
"But I could just force it out of them? Why risk yourself to do so?" He couldn't help but wonder why. The boy turned a shade paler if that was possible and fumbled with his next words. "B-because I-I can b-brainwash them..." Chizome could see that the boy was uncomfortable with his quirk. He didn't pressed him for more answers, simply said, "Ok."
Chizome then gently took him in his arms. He stares at him in trepidation, his body stiff as if he wasn't used to being held. Another part of his heart cried for the child. Chizome and Hitoshi, the child tells him, made their way towards the rest of the kids. Same procedure like before but it was much smoother because the kids knew Hitoshi.
This group was much more eager to leave this hellhole. Of course he wasn't stupid enough to go to the basement for the rest with 80 kids with him. He waited for Koichi to cone back and get the kids out. Which didn't take long because Koichi appeared a few minutes later. Letting him handle the rest, Chizome and Hitoshi made their way to the basement. Where 20 kids were being auctioned.
(Imagined the place where the daughter of the mc of Taken the movie was. That's how the kids where being auctioned one by one. There's a reason why only 20 where being auctioned there. And why Hikari was the only one in the "Special Room".)
This time Chizome could not stop the snarl leaving his lips. It was a good thing Hitoshi knew he wasn't mad at him. 'What the fuck are these heroes thinking of?! Just how little of value do these children hold to them?!' Chizome lets Hitoshi down and tells him to wait for a few minutes. Chizome takes out his sword and proceeds to kill every single hero and seller there is.
The room looked like a scene from a horror movie. Blood sprayed around the room and creating a puddle. The bodies of those disgusting pieces of shit were mutilated to the point where no one could identify who is who. He takes deep breaths and reins in his bloodlust anymore and he will terrify the kids. Said kids were waiting in a corner all chained and drugged up.
'How can they treat children like this? This kids are ones they're supposed to guide and care for. Not chained and drugged up like a common addict.' He couldn't help but curse in his mind. As he carefully takes off the chains and looks at their dazed eyes. He tries tapping on their cheeks to get some sort of reaction but... nothing. At some point Hitoshi had come inside the room.
Either not caring for the scumbags or used to the sight of blood. He wasn't fazed a single bit instead he ran towards one of the girls. "Himiko-chan! Wake up! You gotta wake up please... You can't give up not when there's someone who'll actually help us. Please..." Hitoshi shakes her body hoping for some reaction when nothing happened he hugs her body.
He doesn't cry but his body shakes so badly he might as well been. He was about to grab Hitoshi when Himiko(?)'s hands twitches. "H-i-toshi..." Coughs. Groans. "W-who 'at be... nd 'ou?" Hitoshi hugs her small body tightly and mumbles out. "He's Stendhal Himiko-chan a Vigilante." Himiko weakly lifts her head to look at Stendhal. The two stared at each other but Himiko must have seen something about him.
Because she nods her head and promptly faints. It might be due to the drugs in her system. A child this small cannot handle large doses of drugs. Chizome and Hitoshi waits for the others to try and respond to them. But no luck whatsoever it seems that Himiko was the only one who was still lucid. This was bad...
They were prepared for getting the kids out but they weren't prepared for this. What if these 20 kids suddenly went catatonic by the lack of drugs? They need a medic immediately but he doesn't know who to trust at the moment. Even a doctor might be crooked. 'I'll cross that bridge after we get them out of here. We'll have to see of those drugs will have an affect on their daily lives.'
He could see Hitoshi doing his best to get them out of their high. He wasn't equipped for this. He barely even know how to comfort his own brat for god's sake! And said brat of his will bite his head off for even daring to try. It was a good thing that Koichi finally got to their location with a few others with him. With how high these kids were he doubts that they'll be able to walk at the moment.
One by one they were taken out of the bloody as hell room. Hitoshi hadn't moved a single muscle. Holding on tight on Himiko's hands, he only let go once he tells him they'll be alright. Once the last kid was taken out Chizome looks at Hitoshi. "So, where is this special room you've been telling me?" Frowning for a bit, Hitoshi grabs his hand and drags him towards a wall...
'This is a wall right? He's not shitting me right now, right?' Even with the mask on Hitoshi seemed to have known his scepticism. "Yes. This is a wall old man but its just a hologram the real path is on the other side." As if to prove his claims he lets go of his hand and walks through the wall. Chizome was having a wtf moment. Raising his hand and touching the "wall" his hand disappears.
Trusting the kid he walks through it only to see a staircase going down. Upon further looking he sees Hitoshi already ahead of him. Quickly catching up, he huffs out. "How deep is this fucking building?" Hitoshi doesn't answer him and kept on walking down. They kept on walking and walking to the point where he even questions if there on their way to hell.
But as they walked towards the end of the stairs Chizome could hear ear shattering screams. 'What...' Hitoshi looked liked he had swallow a whole lemon at the screams. Chizome had no doubt that he knew "Hikari" really well. "Aaaaaaaaah-!" The screams were getting louder and louder. Hitoshi stopped at the end of the stairs and hid behind one of the pillars.
He did the same and looked in front of them. He could believe what he was seeing right now. It was a large door with blood splats and claw marks on it. The 10 guards Hitoshi told him about were there. And boi were they heavily buffed. Like wtf they must be pro wrestlers or something! I mean look at all those muscles! He bets his All Might Plushie that any one of those men could bench press him.
(Ok he can thirst all he wants later he has got to focus on his mission.)
He needs to know why the hell does the door look like they're keeping a beast instead of a child in? He had no time to understand for another scream came from the door. "Aaaaaaaaaahh-!" Gently grabbing Hitoshi's shoulders he asks him. "Who is Hikari and why is she the only one inside that?" Hitoshi looks back and forth between him and the door before telling him.
"It's because of her other quirk. The man who wants to own her finds her other quirk fascinating. So the doctor in charge of us often experiments on her. Unfortunately she sometimes breaks out so she had to be contained here." Hitoshi clenches his fists feeling utterly powerless to help her. But he now has s chance! If this man can get her out they'll be able to leave together.
Hikari was the first person who believed in him. Who believed his dream to be a hero. That his quirk wasn't villainous and he can use it to help others. The time he was brought here she was the only one who was still fighting. Who still believed someone will save them. She was the only one who hadn't given up when others had.
Hitoshi was gonna saved his friend no matter what it takes.
Back to Chizome:
He was sizing up the competition. Trying to see a weakness in their formation. But he didn't have the luxury to think for long for another scream came from the room. He leaves Hitoshi behind and fights the 10 guards. Said guards were a little caught off guard for he was able to land a hit on one of them.
He licks the blood on the blade and one was down for now. 9 more to go. Guard #2 transform into a huge bear and #3 spits out a translucent liquid. He dodges the liquid only to see the ground start to melt?! 'Oh my god it was fucking acid?! That was possible?! Well in this world full of quirks I guess anything is possible...' And barely side stepping the huge claws sent his way.
He swung his sword and was rewarded with a yelp from the bear. But it was strong enough to have injured him. The same time he hit the bear the only female guard started to run towards him. Using the bear as a stepping stool she jumps and hair long crimson hair shoots out catching him off guard. (Imagine Flare's hair power but redder.) The hair wrapped around his waist suddenly burst into flames!
'Fuck! The hell!' He quickly cuts the hair around his waist and steps back. Only to run into guard #5 whose hair grew long like the woman before. But this time his turned into sharp spikes! (Jiraiya-sama!😭) He narrowly dodges all the spikes and jumps to the side. Where guard #6 was waiting for him. Said guard also has a sword then swung his sword. Chizome knocked the blow to the side with his sword.
Sword blow after blow was deflected as the two spent the better part of a few minutes trading and blocking blows. With Chizome dodging the attacks of the other guards. But he noticed that guards #7 to 10 were stoically guarding the door. 'Does this mean those 4 are different than the rest?' It seems like the time limit for guard #1 was over.
Tsew! For he had to jump above to dodge the laser sent his way. '#1: Laser, #2: Bear, #3: Acid, #4: Flaming Hair, #5: Spike Hair, #6: Metal(?). Their quirks at first glance looked mismatch but clearly work well if handled by the right people. Unfortunately for me it is handled by the right people.' Chizome did not know what to do other than stall for time for now.
If the other can't get here on time then he'll have to get the child out and run away with both kids in his arms. 'Easier said than done.' The six guards weren't giving him enough time to think. Chizome panted in exhaustion as he leaned on a rock and wiped the sweat off his face with his hand. He was getting nowhere with this type of fighting.
He had to at least defeat some of them so he can force the other 4 to step away from the door. Then by some miracle guard #2 was starting to slow down. Must be the effect of having a physical quirk. Chizome dashes towards #2 and dodges the fist and stabs him in his unguarded heart. Yogi howls in pain and turns back into human again.
A chance appeared! Because their mismatched formation now had a crack. He quickly deals with #3 if he was by any chance hit by that acid. He might lose his bones and will die. Swing after swing #3 barely even has the time to open his mouth. But when he did, sad to say that Chizome cuts his throat. Showering him in #3's blood, next he runs towards #4.
Empousai bitch as if frustrated launches her hair on all sides. Leaving him with no choice but to charge forward. The hair surrounding him started to burst into flames. Making him feel incredible heat enough to make him sweat. Tightening his grip on his sword, afraid if he loosens up the sword might accidentally slip out his hands.
With fierce determination he slices up all the flaming hairs coming at him. An irritated look appeared on her face as she started to pull back her hair. And that was a chance he was waiting for. Running close to her he slices her vertically. A soft "Erk!" leaves her lips as she fall to the ground. He doesn't have enough time to rest for #1 readies his attack.
"Take this you bastard." Tsew! Tsew! Tsew! A barage of laser beams was hurled towards him. 'That annoying guard has to go! I can't focus on grandpa over here if I have to keep dodging fucking laser!' And as if striked by inspiration Chizome waited for the next attack. He only has one shot at this, literally! He can't waste any more time with these goons.
When he still has 4 more to take down. Chizome ducks the grandpa's swing at him and porcupine's spike hair. He sees child's toy about to shoot lasers again. He readies his sword and dashes towards him once he shoots it out. Tsew! Now! Using the sword itself as a mirror to diverts the direction of the laser. And makes it hit porcupine dead in the center, making him faint at the same time.
Using this short time of confusion to knock child's toy out cold. Now he can finally focus on grandpa over here. A deep voice says behind him. "Ho ho ho. Looks like this old man needs to teach this youngster some manners." He lifts up his sword and waits for Chizome to do the same. "But this youngster has no need to learn from one forgotten by time, grandpa."
Grandpa narrows his eyes and with a smirk replies. "Ho ho ho. Unless this youngster is scared of a little bout? Then this grandpa has no complaints." This was not the time to get mad but oh boi does this old man know how to push his buttons. Gritting his teeth he begrudgingly answers him. "Then allow this youngster to learn from this elder."
Swish! Clang! Clink! Ting!
They each exchanged blows without letting the other out of their sight. Chizome and grandpa looked at each other after yet again stopping their blows. 'He was tough, no doubt.' They each thought of the other. Grandpa stood tensely with tingling muscles.
Another barage of blows were exchanged between them. A narrow miss, avoided only by a nimble leap to the side. Another trio of slashes forced him to roll backwards, the blade coming close enough to whip a breeze across his skin. He was being overwhelmed by an old man of all people! Someone who looked like they belonged in a casket not a battlefield.
'Damn it. Damn it. Focus Chizome! The child's life depends on it!' Barely dodging the swing towards his head. He analyses the meager information he has at the moment. But. But. But! How can he calmly do something like that when this old goat was fixing his faults?! The nerve of this old man! He was mocking his style of fighting!
So they stood, staring at each other down. Grandpa's eyes never blinked once, what a scary old man. The old man moved first. 'It's going to be quick!' He lashed out with an assault that came swiftly like lightning. 'Unbelievable, he's too fast-' Chizome thought barely able to avoid the deathly blow by the old coot's sword.
But before he could decide which way to move. The blade switch paths and cuts through the side of his stomach. A quick flash of pain and disbelief shook his body. He can't let this be the end... Not when he was so close, unlike 6 years ago. No. No. No. No! This is just like before!
Quick as lightning a fuzzy memory of a woman smiling as her body is covered in blood. Memories of her standing tall even when her legs can't move at all. She was the woman he had sworn to love forever. Blood everywhere. A small smile on her lips. Broken bones.
Stop. He has to focus! He wasn't the same man he was 6 years ago! He had changed since then! Now he had the power to help others! Just like she did! "Aaaaaaaaurggh-!" Swish! He forcefully breaks the old timer's sword. "Hoo~ you actually broke this one's sword. I guess this youngster has no need for this old man's teaching after all." The old man opens his arms and yells out.
"A wound on one's back is the shame of a swordsman." 'This old man...!' Chizome had a smile on his face as did the old man as he sliced him from the front. The old man gave his last words(?) of wisdom. "Youngster... A swordsman is strong not because he has a blade. But because he feels the weight of life in one's hand. Never forget this weight for it will never lead you astray." Thud.
Chizome swings his sword to fling out the blood. Glances back at the old man laying down on the ground. He bows in gratitude for he had indeed learned something from this old timer. Chizome now focuses on the last 4 guards. They were looking bored as if they didn't care that 6 of their comrades were taken out. "Who are youuuu~?" The one with a pink spotted hat asked.
The lime haired guy who was sitting on a nearby rock frowns and replies. "Isn't it obvious Blair? He's an intruder, a good one I'll give him that. He's the first one to actually take down master Hui." This time the one to talk was the cyan haired dude. "How the fuck did that happen? Is the old man faking it again? I told him so many times to reject this job but nooooo. He just had to be stubborn about it."
The handsome wrestler(?) he saw before talked. "Be quiet the master took this job in order to train us. All he said was that we had to protect this door. This door contains a 9 tailed beast intruder. Leave while you're still breathing." Oh my Chizome was simping as hell right now. His voice was as sexy as he looks.
He was about to ask the man's number but a child's voice rang loud and clear. "G-give us Hikari-chan!" Hitoshi ran out of his hiding spot to confront the other guards. This was bad. It's not like these people will do that without a fight. Chizome runs back and hoists him in his arm. The other pointed back at the guards, waiting for their next move.
Tense silence enveloped the place. But before anybody could make a move a familiar voice rings out. "Ho ho ho. So it seems that you really are here for that beast in the room. But it looks like I was misinformed about whose actually in it." It was the old man! Instead of lying in a puddle of his blood. The old timer looked much healthier than before!
Not for the first time in the night did he thought, 'What the fuck...' All of this is very confusing right now and he still has to save the child inside. Chizome stares at the old man who was the master of the guards behind him. He might be able to get through him in that case. "Inside that room is a young girl taken from her family. Let me through you old goat."
Master Hui's eyes narrow at those words. He was a freelance bodyguard along with his adorable disciples. As long as the pay is right he didn't care what the job is. But if he knew the beast inside was actually a little girl he might have changed his mind. "Hoo~ a girl you say... Then Onibu open the doors and let him through."
Everybody present were very shock at his words. Chizome could not help but blurt out. "Just like that? You're just gonna let me through that easily?" "Un. You've piqued my interest youngster, so in return become my disciple!" Chizome's answer was a no brainer. "I refuse." "Huh?! What was that brat?!" Hui fumes, insulted by the stoic response.
Unfortunately for him, Chizome was already talking with the handsome stud. And said stud had already open the doors. Chizome and Hitoshi entered the room. Hitoshi quickly jumps out of his arms and runs towards the center of the room. Once he finally has a good look at it. He can see a green haired girl with 9 fox(?) tails swirling behind her.
Like the rest of the kids she was also chained. But only this time she was heavily chained for that matter. Ankles, hands, legs, waist and neck, she was shackled everywhere! But upon further notice he sees bandages around her body as well. He can also see the 3 marks on her cheeks. As if something made those marks themselves.
Hitoshi was shaking her to wake her up. He tried for a couple of times when she finally groans. Slowly lifting her head, eyes swimming with pain, she sighs out. "H...e...l...p... fi...nal...ly arri...ved. G-good." 'What a child. Persevering this long in this horrible room. Alone...' Chizome snaps out of it and slowly takes off the chains. Making sure to rub the spots that were surely sore as hell by now.
He lays her down on the floor and Hitoshi holds her hand. Hikari was struggling to open her mouth as if she has something to say. Motioning both of them with her weak hand to bend near her. She whispers in their ears, "All...For...One... Tri...gger... Garaki... Kyudai... All...Might... One...For...All... Nomu..." Chizome's eyes widen.
He only knew 2 of them, Trigger and All Might. The rest is a mystery for him but Hikari deemed this information important. Therefore it was important to him, he'll make sure to discuss this with Tanuma. He nods his head that seemed to do the trick for not a moment later she closes her eyes. Noting down that the tails suddenly disappeared the moment she slept.
He carries her bridal style with Hitoshi following him behind. Once they got out of the room the guards were waiting for them. The 4 of them were looking either bored or stoic Master Hui in particular was looking insulted. 'Ah must have been me refusing to be his disciple.' "It really was a girl~? All this time I thought it was a beast." Blair remarks.
"I know right? I told you old man! We shouldn't have taken the fucking job in the first place!" Cyan dude yells at Lime. With handsome over there staring at him I mean ahem the kid. He ignores the crazy old man and walks out of this creepy ass place. The 4 guards follow him up while Hui was left fuming near the door. Chizome didn't know if this was some code or shit because why on earth are they following him?
It was a good thing that Hitoshi wasn't scared that much. Walking back up was much harder than going down. Just as he arrived at the last step he was panting like a dog. He was getting old... Not as old as the old man behind him that's for sure. He was on his way out of the basement when the old man spoke. "If fate wills it we'll meet again youngster."
He twirls around to see no one behind him? They were gone. Huh... Must have been a quirk then. He walks back towards where he can hear Koichi's voice. They had done it. They had rescued all the kids in this freaking hell hole. After letting the surprisingly fast paramedics take Hikari and Hitoshi. He tells Tanuma the information he got from the girl.
"All Might she said? We have to treat this matter carefully. Who knows what we might unravel if we investigate him. I'll report this to Daiki asap while you haul your ass back home." He was about to protest because there was no way in hell he was letting this issue go. But Tanuma sharply kills any protest he may have with this. "Your brat's waiting for you ain't he?"
He gasps and suddenly remembers Sasuke. That's right he had to go home. Because he promised him that he will. At that he leaves everything to Tanuma and races home. Once he finally comes back the first thing he did was go to Sasuke's room. Yes his room. It became his once Chizome finally took him shopping. Upon entering said room his heart almost stopped at the adorable sight.
Sasuke was asleep and cuddling the ugly ass cat he bought him. Out of all the stuffed cats that was the one he picked. But seeing Sasuke's serene face Chizome had thought it was perfect. Walking up to the bed careful not to let any blood drip on the bed. He caresses his tiny head feeling all sorts of emotions to make his head spin. 'I'm home Sasuke.'
One more pat to the head he leaves the room not noticing the smile on Sasuke's face. A silent message of 'Welcome back.' This lovely scene was watched by a figure gazing from afar. A small smile on his lips before disappearing into the night...
Author's note:
And cut! That's the second chapter for Sasuke's part the next will be the last one. Then going back to the canon timeline, both will be graduating school I guess? Then a few more chapters for them then U.A exam and which class they ended up in. Honestly the classes were a no brainer for me.
I knew where to put who and how to write it. I just need more time to actually write a decent chapter of it. Also I will be writing Hawks/Dabi/Tomura centric chapters, about how they met and how they ended up together with 3 brats in one roof. Please be patient with me.
I messed up the timeline on purpose so after the 10 year time skip, Stain-sama will be 41. And yes it was kind of ooc of both Sasuke and Stain-sama. But that's the fun and beauty of fanfiction🔥🔥🔥
You get to twist it to the plot you have and if I want my babies to act serious/in pain and at the same time stupid then I will! And yes, I did make Stain-sama's wife a hero and gave him an abusive father. I needed an extra something to know why he became that way. Because there is no way in hell that someone will turn out like that without a shocking background. You know besides the background in his bio.
Yes the general the one who Nedzu bowed down to during the festival arc? Is Stain-sama's friend and former classmate and yes, my name for him is Diaki. Tanuma is a close friend as well. I will introduce the wife in the future chapters including little Aki! Whom I came to love so much but had to kill, sorry Stain-sama!
Also I think they have the same vibes between them coz they were like edgy or some shit but were still pretty badass. And both had twisted morals like I will kill those who don't follow my own ideals something like that. And YES! The next chapter will show more PARENTAL STAIN-SAMA! Is everybody having the same problems as I do? Some parts of my story like the cutting of pov's is missing and some of the emoticon I used were gone. I had to use the huge line to separate my pov's. Hope I figure out this problem soon.
Be sure to check my twitter for I will be posting updates there so I can give you gives a heads up. Here's my twitter: YoneMikuru or simply type Yone-chan. My profile is the current muse of my next story Cale Henituse! I recommend this story because its absolutely good!
Damn I love the next chapter there's a surprise guest after all. Then after that chapter I will be alternating between Naruto's and Sasuke's POV in their lives. Also many thanks to those who have read this story! Please check out my newest one its still sasunaru reincarnated in bnha universe but with a few differences. I will stay true to what I like😅 Kudos to you my loves~❤