"When the hell is Endeavor getting here? Its getting quieter out here, and not in a good way," standing outside of a large warehouse was one pro hero and a near full squad of officers. The shouting and quick successive popping of bullets was beginning to fade, and with the diminishing noise, Aizawa's worry grew.
"Not sure Eraserhead. I'm not even sure the higher ups put a request in for him, depends whether they deem the situation big enough for it." A weary officer responded, the leader of the squad by the looks of it.
"Damn," Aizawa heaved out a sigh, shifting slightly to put most of his weight onto his left leg.
"If I could just catch a glimpse of the person putting up the shield we could rush in and make quick work of the situation." He stepped closer the the shield, placing his hand against the blue rippling field separating them from a bloody fire fight.
"Maybe if we're lucky the person putting up this wall will be taken down soon, that'll probably give us opportunity to break up whatever gang fights going on in there." The older fellow commented drily, looking at the force field in front of them disdainfully.
"There's no way this is just a gang fight," Aizawa huffed out, like it was a particularly bad joke.
"I'm thinking either the League or the Mafia, someone with more power than some local gang is involved. Those weapons they're using is not something you can get easily here." He retracted his hand from the shield, turning to lean his should against it and stand facing the man.
"They're automatic, and maybe just one or two people in a gang having something like that, but I've only heard one gun that isn't automatic or semiautomatic. Other is probably a pistol, the type cops use." The man blinked, pressing a finger to his chin as he thought.
"You really know your stuff Eraserhead, so mafia maybe? Makes sense, we caught wind of one of the executives possibly coming into town, but we thought it was just a rumor." Turned to look to the almost entirely quiet warehouse, signaling for the other officers who had been waiting in position around the building, telling them to prepare to storm the place when and if the shield falls.
"But looks like it isn't just a rumor. I wish they'd just stick to Yokohama instead of coming and bugging us. Real pain to try and track them down, especially with the old boss-" the force shield shuddered violently as another set of successive pops from a gun sounded, from within.
For a moment, they thought it was gonna hold, but it fazed out of existence just as they were beginning to unwind their tensed muscles.
Aizawa bolted forward, stopping only briefly to pose his foot to kick the door open with as much for as possible.
Regularly the locked door wouldn't have given under his foot, but it was already riddled with bullet holes, making it from sturdy.
Wielding his capture weapon he stepped in.
It was a massacre. The bodies, despite being intermingled, obviously were from different organizations. One side dressed in suits and professional wear, while the others dressed in pale blue jump suits.
He was too busy observing the corpses to notice the remaining standing man. He was burly, tall and loomed over a corpse significantly smaller than the others. He huffed out labored, heavy breaths.
"I'm well aware I won't be makin' it outta this alive, but at least I'll go down taking you down you fucking bastard..." he paused to pull in a shuddering breath before he continued, with a renewed determination. "...For my son. The one you took from me!" The man brought a pistol to his face, wedging it between his molars, and before he could reach the man, lunging with a shout, he pulled the trigger.
He landed with a thud his brain smushing across the dirty pavement as his body seemingly deflated.
Half falling to his knees, he felt his neck for a pulse, but he knew it was pointless, his pulse was dying so quickly he'd never had lived, not even if he'd pulled the trigger while in a hospital.
"These ones are dead! No pulse!"
"Shit! Same over here!"
"Yeah."
The officers had entered with guns out, but quickly realized it'd likely be pointless to have their weapons drawn with the current state of the offenders.
A rattled, wheezing breath.
Aizawa pushed himself off the grimy pavement, eyes now focusing on the corpse the man had previously been speaking at... only to find it wasn't a corpse.
The teen was sprawled on his back, all bird boned thin limbs wrapped tight with bandages.
He was dressed formally, a black three piece suit a large, long back coat beneath him, making his body look pathetically small against it. The white of his button up was stained red, along with his bandages.
Short, rattled wheezes hiccuped his chest upward, entire body seemingly shuddering with each little breath.
Catching a look at his face, pale and young- God, he's even younger than his own students- one of his eyes was bandaged shut, said bandage winding around his head, parting dark brown waves. His right cheek was bandaged as well, just a little piece of gauze,
His eye that did show, however, was droopy, staring up at him through dark eyelashes, looking neither afraid nor happy to be found in this situation.
"Ones alive here!" He yelled, kneeled down at the side of the boy, hand feeling across his torso, looking for the cause of the red stain on his white shirt.
Just above his left hip he felt a tear in the clothes and his hand came back bloody.
"Are there anymore, kid?" He asked, pressing one hand into the wound while the other search some more.
"...Mm... not tellin'," he mumbled out, his eyes drooping closed as he searched.
Using his searching hand,he lightly smacked the teen in face, which only earned him a whiny "noooo... lemme die..."
Prodding his shoulder, he pulled a twitch from the teen, who began to look like he was about to try and leave.
"You know, just telling me where your hurt would make this all a lot easier for everyone."
"But I wanna die... lemme die..." he actually managed to worm himself out from Aizawa's grip, curling inwards, temple resting against the pavement as a sudden vicious cough pushed from his chest, coming out broken up and pathetic, blood oozing from between his lips.
"Kid, if I can help it, you won't be dying tonight, now how many wounds do you have?" Aizawa was getting frustrated at this point, passing an annoyed look to the squad leader before shuffling back over to the teen.
"...five." the silence had dragged on so long he was actually surprised by the response.
"What?"
"There's five bullets wounds, above left hip, right shoulder, right knee, one in my left thigh and I believe my right lung has been punctured." As the kid spoke, he was attempting to fumble through the large jackets pockets that he was curled up on top of.
"Shit-- we need medical over here quick! Five bullet wound and a possibly punctured lung!"
After another minute of failing to rummage through his jacket, he seemed to give up, half lidded eyes focus on the pavement as hands tugged weakly on his own bandages covering his arms.
"Hero-san... could I ask you a favor?" Surprised by the sudden breach of their shared silence, he staree at the boy through narrowed eyes for a moment before answering.
"Depends if it's a stupid request." That tore a giggle that came out as more of a wet cough than anything, a slight grin forming on the teens face.
"Aww... that's so mean. What I could be asking for could be completely reasonable and normal!" His tone was weirdly playful, all things considered.
"Fine, spit it out." He groaned in exasperation.
"Could you make sure that when my heart stops, they don't resuscitate me?" He was completely serious looking, a tiredness tingy those brown-red eyes of his.
"See? That's unreasonable." He sighed, adjusting himself criss-cross applesauce style, looking at the very whiny, very dying kid in front of him.
"No it's not! I don't wanna be around long enough to be yelled at for this happening!" The kid whined out, folding his arms and pressing them hard against his abdomen.
"You mean the executive getting after you?" He inquired, leaning back on his arms, glancing backwards frustratedly at the fact that medical assistance still hadn't arrive.
Giggling -- God, he really is a giggler, kinda like Tensei-- he glanced up at him, smile broadening.
"Nuh-uh. The boss-boss will be mad at me for not nullifying the guy with the force field. They had us cornered frankly, we weren't expecting the force field guy to trap us inside." His grin drooped into an annoyed frown.
"Man, that old geezer really isn't going to be particularly happy with me." It was impressive how childishly whiny while bleeding out.
"Hey Eraserhead! Medical is held up at the hospital, 'pparently the blue jumpsuit fuckers are holding the place up, probably to prevent the Port Mafia folks from getting any medical treatment." The leader was approaching quickly, walky talky in hand as he continued.
"The only other survivors heart just stopped, hows this one doing--" he froze midstep, peering down at the bandage swathed teen like a deer caught in headlights.
"Shit."
"Mister officer, would you mind putting me out of my misery with that gun of yours ple--" his sentence broke with a fit of viscous coughing, he could see the kids knuckles turning even whiter as they clenched the fabric of his blazer, blood spackling his chin.
"Please?"
"Your the Executive, aren't you?" The officer asked slowly, eyes wide and wary of the teen.
"Mm yeah, and Mori is gonna kick my ass for this, so kill me please so I can avoid my work obligated ass kicking?" He turned slowly onto his back, his choking and coughing getting worse, his hands fisting the fabric tightly.
"Your the executive?" Aizawa replied incredulously, reaching to move the boys arms from grasping his stomach, not missing the flinch.
"Maybe I am."
"Port Mafia's getting desperate hiring kids so young."
"Ouch. Mean." His hands went back to pulling at the bandages on his arms once freed from putting pressure on his own gut, staring warily at Aizawa.
"How old are you?" Pulling off his scarf, he cut it using the large hunting knife that he snagged from the bandaged teen's hip, wrapping it around the boys thigh where earlier he mentioned have another wound, he sinched it tightly, knotting it in the back to lessen the bleeding.
"Fourteen." Made sense, considering how short and thin he was, he also looked kinda malnourished, whether that was by his own hand or another's, it was concerning nonetheless.
"Definitely not giving them your DNR request." He huffed, checking the knee wound next.
"Why...?" The words were drawled out childishly, like he was asking why he couldn't get a new toy, not why they won't revive him if he ends up dying.
"Your fourteen. You legally can't make that decision."
"You suck."
"Sure."
"If all works out, you won't be going back to the Port Mafia anyway." That sparked some excitement in his face, turning his bloodloss induced pale face to him with a huge grin, and cheered "Your right! I'll get the death penalty!"
Sighing, he mumbled out a, "that isn't what I meant."
Half an hour later,the barely conscious teen was swarmed with EMTs from the next town over, finally getting proper medical treatment.
Watching the teen get loaded into a ambulance on a gurney, looking all bleary eyed from bloodloss, he found himself deciding that maybe he'll pay the kid a visit in the hospital.
"Wow Shouta, you look even more tired then usual! Have you given up the title of local energy conserver to someone else?" Hizashi couldn't help but exclaim as he waltzed into the staff room, spotting an even more more exhausted then most days Aizawa grading papers, cat themed mug in hand as he worked.
"Damn Port Mafia got into a fire fight last night, and Endeavor decided not to show up so I had to intervene." He groaned out, leaning back to squirt eye drops into his desert dry eyes.
"Port Mafia out this far? They usually stick to Yokohama, don't they?" Yagi inquired, shifting in his seat at the table a few chairs down.
"There was group formed out here with a major grudge against one of the executives, and they came out to stop them from further interferring with their business." Yagi looked thoughtful.
"What ended up of the situation? Was there many causalities.
"There was only one person who ended up not being a casualty. Well, right now, he's still on life support right now." Yagi flinched at that, looking mortified.
"Damn, they even got the executive?" Hizashi looked more subdued, hearing of the massacre.
"Nope. He's the one on life support right now." He stopped, looking unsure whether to continue.
"He's a kid. Fourteen years old." Yagi's eyes widened while Hizashi made a distressed noise.
"Your joking, right listener?! Fourteen, that's like... fourteen! Years! Of living!" Hizashi's voice steadily climbed in volume, and Aizawa hissed a quiet shut up in his direction.
"What will happen to him?" Yagi's concern was evident, skeletal face contorting into one of worry as he peered down at Shouta.
"The Special Abilities Devision has stepped in, so he's not likely to face an consequences. Though with that, he likely won't be allowed out of whichever facility they put him in." Shouta shuffled the papers, reaching for another stack to grade.
"Someone so young in such a situation... that's horrible." Yagi replied quietly.
"You should see if you can go visit him in the hospital! I doubt anyone else will be able to." Hizashi exclaimed loudly suddenly, startling the other two men.
"I was already planning to."
"That's good! I bet he'd like that--" "the hell are you yelling about, Mic?" Vlad King entered, followed by Ectoplasm.
"Shouta going to visit a Mafioso in the hospital 'cause he's got no one else to visit him!" Hizashi shouted, hands on his hips and face tilted upwards as he yelled enthusiastically.
Vlad's brows rose, staring at both Aizawa and Mic incredulously.
"Maybe they shouldn't commit crimes if they want visitors in the hospital." Vlad replied, shuffling over to the coffee maker.
Sighing, Shouta explained himself.
"He's fourteen, and the S.A.D is protecting him from charges."
"That's ridiculous, sure he's a kid, but he should be aware of right and wrong." Vlad huffed.
"Do mind that often kids in the mafia are sold or born into it, so he legitimately might not realize what he's done is bad." Yagi placated.
"That's worse." Vlad groaned.
"Well, the S.A.D is already planning to call me once he's off life support so I can go in and see him." Aizawa sighed, slipping the two stacks of papers into separate folders, now graded and ready to be handed back to the waiting students.
"Hm, well be careful not to accidentally adopt him!" Midnights voice cut through the room like a hot knife through butter.
"Excuse me?" Shouta replied, genuinely surprised by her added comment.
"I give it a month. Your gonna adopt the kid. I've been waiting fot years for ot happened, I know it's gonna happen, and I call it's gonna be this kid." She cocked her hip, placing one arm on it, beaming a confident smile towards the tired teacher.
"No, I'm not adopt any kids." He stood up, putting them into his messenger bag.
"You totally are! Its gonna happen." Hizashi chose this moment to stick his nose back into the conversation, grinning brightly and joining in on the teasing.
"Shut up." He pushed open the door, doing his best to ignore the loud "have fun with your future son!" As he exited.
Adopting a mafioso. The idea sounded almost funny.
Stepping into the sterile hospital, he couldn't help but get the jitters about the whole thing. Going to visit a mafioso.
This felt... too inevolved. He tended to keep himself from getting himself emotionally involved with any and all cases, as it made him biased to the situation which helped absolutely, and he had a feeling that as soon as he stepped into that room to speak to the boy he'd become biased about the situation, and he didn't want that, frankly.
But he was here already, and he wasn't going to turn around now. That was stupid.
As he was guided towards the door by a bespectacled man, he spotted that there were in fact two armed guards stationed outside the room.
"Armed guards? Didn't he just get off of life support like a day or two ago?" A brow shot into his hairline as he regards the man expectantly.
"Their mostly there for Dazai's own safety, he already managed to slip one of his hands yesterday, and managed to tear his wrists up pretty bad." The man looked down almost shamefully as he slipped a card across a pad, the thing emitting a short screech as the lock on the door popped.
Pushing his way in, Shouta caught sight of the teen, so pale he nearly blended into the sheets, his hair being so dark starkly contrasting against the light palor of the entire room.
His hands were locked into tight gloves, which were chained to the rail of the bed. He was dress in a hospital gown, and because of it he saw how far the bandages ran. He'd spied them wrapped around his neck and wrists, but with most of his arms revealed because of the cut of the gown, the bandages traveled all the way up his arms, and from his neck probably wrapping around his chest as well.
The teens eyes flitted to him, and the way he stared at him was... bizarre. Looking into the boys eyes mad him surprisingly nervous, the look in his eyes didn't portray anger, or even sadness. Just... blank. Bland. Completely void of any feeling, be it positive or negative.
People weren't supposed to look like that.
(If people weren't meant to look like that, what does that make the boy in front of him?)
"Dazai, I'm going to take the mouth peice out." The man, Ango Sakaguchi said as evenly as possibly, gently pulling the mask to help him breath better down for a moment, a revealing that, in his mouth was a big clunky thing preventing his jaw from closing. It was tied around his head, likely so he wouldn't choke on in it.
Frankly, he couldn't think of a reason for such a thing to be necessary.
"The hell is that?" Shouta demanded, confused why something so similar to a gag was put on him.
"Yeah Ango, what the hell is that?" Dazai mocked, sending a grin towards the bespectacled man.
Pushing his glasses further up his nose, he replied.
"That's to keep him from biting off his tongue to kill himself."
"Is there not another way to prevent that from happening? He's practically gagged." He had no doubt he sounded exasperated at this point.
"There's no easy way to prevent that form of suicide." The man sighed, pulling two chairs up to the bed, where Dazai had quieted and was looking on curiously.
Accepting the chair from the man, he sighed, digging his thumb and forefinger into the bridge of his nose, allowing his eyes to fall shut, feeling the burn as he eyelids moisturized his dry eyes.
"So what's going on with him. What course of action are you taking to handle him." Leaning forward heavily, crossing one ankle over his knee, he peered up at the man seated across from him as he spoke.
"Currently, we have no idea. Keeping Dazai somewhere where neither he nor anyone else can harm he is not the easiest thing to do." Ango sighed, leaning in his chair, turning to look at Dazai.
Dazai glared.
"We're looking for a caretaker for him." Dazai squawked out an indignant noise, mouth flopping useless staring in a mix of embarrassment and mortification at the man.
"We'd just need to find someone that can... handle someone as precocious as him." Ango hesitated as he pulled the words out.
"I am right here! I object to having a glorified babysitter!" The teen had managed to shuffle into a sitting position, something he had no doubt he was not meant to be doing yet.
"Somebody needs to watch over you. Someone with a clean record and won't do anything regrettable."
"Regrettable..? Please do specify, Ango, why would someone do something regrettable?"
"Dazai, you aren't the most cooperative of people to be around much less have to be with 24/7."
"Oh, I see. So it's my personality that drives people to do bad things?"
"Dazai, it's not that, it's just your very difficult sometimes."
"Uh-huh, name an example!"
"Right now, Dazai! Right now is a wonderful example of your being difficu--"
"How about I live with Odasaku?" That pulled the other man into silence, staring at the teen quietly.
"Whose 'Odasaku'?" Aizawa, who had been silent through their bickering finally spoke up.
"Odasaku is... ah..." the man seemed to clam up, eyes nervously flitting between the bed bound teen and the exit.
"It was that Mimic group." The boys eyes narrowed, all previous amusement falling off his face in an instant, fixing a glare in the bespectacled man's direction, as if daring him to continue.
"Dazai he's no longer... around. He fought Mimic and their leader Gide, both succeeded in their own right... they were both... ah, they were both killed." Dazai's eyes narrowed dangerously, showing him his first glimpse of the Demon Prodigy that stood side by side with the Port Mafia's leader.
"So your saying he went on a suicide mission. They went after the kids didn't they?" His voice was hauntingly monotone.
"They killed the restaurant owner and loaded the kids in a van with a bomb. None of them made it..." Ango began, but was cut off by Dazai finishing his sentence for him.
"...So he thought it best to die taking down their killer." Dazai finished. Ango gave a meek nod.
After a brief, tense pause, Dazai spoke up once more. "...Get the hell out, Ango." Laying back down, there was a serious of grotesque cracks, his hand slipped out of the glove so he could turn his back to them, tucking his now mangled hand up against his chest.
(Wow. He just watched a kid break around of his fingers, and wrist without flinching so he could give them the cold shoulder. He could give Midoriya a run for his money.)
Hesitantly, Ango stood up, gesturing for Aizawa to follow, guiding them out of the room.
Once the door was firmly shut, Ango turned to speak to Aizawa, but the dry eyed teacher continued forward.
Without turning to look at the government agent, he spoke.
"Let me know of any updates with these caretakers your looking for."
What an increasingly difficult situation.
Back at the staff room, Aizawa quietly looked at some prints of the boys on going case, reading through information gathered on his behaviours and medical status as of now. It'd been a week since he'd visited the kid in the hospital. And so far two caretakers had taken on and then quickly rejected after working with the boy for a mere few days the proposition of handling him.
It wasn't looking good for this government pet project.
The kid was taking every possible step to driver everyone who tried to take up the position, from inflicting violence on not only them but himself, to harassing them verbally constantly, driving them out of the room with words alone.
Aizawa was almost impressed.
"Whatcha reading?" Nemuri sidled up behind him, leaning over his shoulder.
"I'm looking further into that mafia kids case." That pulled Yagi's attention to him, catching the broad grin forming on the womans face.
"Ah-hah! You're adopting him!" The cheered, yanking the papers from an exasperated Shouta's hands, sitting on the table, skimming through the first few pages.
"I'm not adopting him." Shouta sighed.
"You totally are! Your looking at pages about his caretakers! Your going to become his caretaker!" She roughly ruffled Aizawa's hair, swinging the papers at Yagi, obviously intending for him to take a look at them.
"...I'm looking into it if they can't find him a caretaker within the next few weeks." Shouta yielded, surprising Yagi who was reading through the papers.
"Your actually considering adopting him?" Yagi asked, passing the papers back to Aizawa.
"I'd have to speak with Nedzu first, since I'd have to have him with me pretty much constantly, considering he's on suicide watch right now, but yes. I am considering it."
A hard smack to the room's doorway pulled the three teachers attention to Mic who stood in the doorway, looking almost teary eyed.
"I'm gonna be an uncle!" He cried out, leaping at Aizawa, causing the office chair the man was on to spin and slid away from the table as he practically sat atop the moody teacher.
"You are not an uncle--"
"I am! I'm uncle Yamada! I've been waiting for this day, Sho, waiting so long!" The blond wailed, practically attaching himself to the raven, who was trying to shove him off, but his arms were pinned because of the man sitting on him.
"Hizashi, get your ass off of me--"
"C'mon Nemuri, group hug!"
"Absolutely not--"
"Group hug!"
(Yagi watched on in a mixed of amusement and horror as the combined weight of the three friends caused the chair to collapse beneath them, the three sprawling across the floor.)
Midway through teaching, the day before Dazai was officially coming to live with him, the door slammed open, violently knocking against the wall, drawing the classes attention to the two intruders, who came wielding a cake, doing this weird stiff shimmy dance as the approached the desk.
Carry the cake was definitely not a two man job, but despite that they awkwardly held it together, Hizashi cocking his leg upwards to kick the everything (nothing breakable, thankfuy) off the table to make way from the cake.
Even worse was that on the cake was "It's a boy!" Sloppily written in blue icing.
Now having their hands free, they grasped hands before grabbing Shouta's and yanking him around as they did an even more enthusiastic version of their previous dance.
Yanking their arms upwards than downwards, the chanted loudly "Uncle Yamada! Auntie Kayama!" Repeatedly, dragging the exhausted teacher around much to the classes confusion.
With as much bang as they entered with, they ran, slamming the door closed with a final "bye Dad-zawa!" Leaving the room in a stunned silence.
"Umm... Aizawa-sensei?" Midoriya finally spoke up.
"Shut up, problem child."
"Y-Yes sir."