There are facets, pieces that when aligned together create the masterpiece of a human being. Those small facets make-up the personalities, thoughts, dreams, hopes, fears, desires and regrets of every person.
We bury some of these pieces of ourselves, the pieces we don't like, in the darkest pits of our souls. Praying that no one else ever sees them. Sometimes through the cracks in our masks, the pieces that we hide, shine through. Some may call it a momentary lapse in judgment, the loss of control or even moments of defeat; however, science has a different name for it.
These moments in the scientific observation are known not as breaking character, but rather as defining pieces of our character. These moments can be defined as mental disorders, disabilities or a byproduct of the environment.
Many people live with them. Some don't even know they have them. Hundreds of people think that they are strong enough on their own to fight the battles. Some of these people manage. And some don't win at all...
Mental illness isn't a joke. Or something that can be made fun of. Thousands of people battle with things like eating disorders, depression, panic and anxiety, PTSD, Multi personality disorders and the list goes on and on; and yet we as a society choose to overlook them.
That's where I come in. My name is Remy. Remy Grey. I refuse to let those who need help go it alone.
These are those battles…
Prologue: This should be fun
Todoroki Hero Agency, Japan - 23:45
Enji frowned as he glanced down the hall from the bullpen. The Training Room door was open with the soft echoes of someone moving coming from within. Curiosity gnawed at his insides. He came back because he thought that everyone would have left the building for the night. He grimaced at the sound of a body smacking against the sparring mats.
His feet started to, of their own volition, move down the hallway. He stopped short when he heard a feminine voice swearing harshly. He sneered. There was only one female that he knew of in his Agency that cursed like that.
Enji moved to lean against the door frame. There in the centre of sparring mats was a woman he could only describe as the most untamable, unwilling, most American person to have ever graced his Agency. He watched her carefully, drinking in her movements as she ran through a few different forms of martial arts.
She was average in height for a woman, he supposed. Her skin was sun-kissed like she'd spent a great deal of time outside, even though he knew her Hero Uniform covered practically every centimetre of skin she had. Her arms were well defined and muscled, as were her legs, and not in an overly disgusting way. The woman's stomach was thin and had a variety of scars crisscrossing the athletic plains of her torso. Enji noted the size of her petite waist. He could have easily encased it with his hands, even with it not being on the extremely small side.
Sweat glistened dully against the black backdrop of her various tattoos. He grinned, he'd never taken her to be a body art kind of woman. The woman, while outspoken and brash had always seemed proper. Almost even uppity. But there dancing over her moving muscles, were several glyphs down the left side of her rib cage. As she turned Enji noticed the black raven which seemed to be perched on her right shoulder surrounded by smoke. He could see three different series tattoos and curiosity gnawed at him as to just how many her scant clothing hid.
Her blue and black hair, which he had always seen pinned or tied back in pristine, was down flowing about her face and shoulders in fluid waves and curls. The blue which started at her roots was pale and muted. Around her chin the hair slowly melted into black, blending into a seamlessly perfect ombre. Enji half wondered if she dyed it that way or if it were natural. As the thought wandered idly through his head, it drifted to more inappropriate guesses.
Still leaning in the doorway, he watched her complete a series of kicks ending in a roundhouse. It drew his attention to her shapely calves and tiny feet. They were both covered in a pair of training boots that seemed to wrap up the leg stopping at the knee. Her black leggings that showed off her powerful thighs ended just below her navel. He studied the scattered scarring and puzzled over just how much the little woman had suffered in her life.
He shifted his weight as his eyes danced up her body glancing over the blue sports bra. It seemed to be coloured the same blue of her hair. Enji raised a brow briefly at the realization. He hadn't thought her to be that vain. But then her Hero Uniform was black and blue as well. Little things like her boots, the clasp of her cape and the pouches on her utility belt were all the same shade of blue.
Her voice was soft as she uttered yet another string of curses that caused his gaze to snap up to her face, away from her breasts.
It was pretty. The light dusting of freckles and small button nose gave her a child-like presence. The woman's face was slightly heart-shaped with high cheekbones and slanting jaw. Her skin had the soft glow of youth, making her seem younger than her real age. The age only showed in her eyes, which were the colour of steel. Enji noticed that her eyes never stayed the same colour, rather it drifted from a light grey to a dark stormy colour. He could see the joy that flickered through them as she continued her workout.
Enji shifted again, trying to get comfortable as he stood awkwardly against the door jam. His heavy feet shuffled against the floor rather loudly. He jerked in surprise as she spun to face him dropping into a defensive crouch. Her eyes flashed in recognition as she drank in the sight of him in his civvies. He smirked at her, enjoying the noticeable level aggravation that stiffened her body while she straightened to her full height.
"Endeavor," her husky voice echoed in the Training Room. "I didn't expect anyone to be here. Sorry if I bothered you." She said, turning away from him to start gathering her things. She bit her lower lip to keep from twirling round to ask him what he was doing back in the building. It was best, she decided to ignore him and leave as quickly as possible.
"Aura."
She froze, turning her head so she could peer over her shoulder. Endeavor's smirk curved the corners of his mouth. She cocked an expectant eyebrow at him; but when he said nothing, she turned back to the small bundle of clothing that she left on the floor.
"Aura," Enji started again, stepping into the brightly lit room and slowly moving towards the mats. "I'm certainly surprised to see you here. Do you often train this late?"
Aura nodded, pushing her slightly frizzy locks away from her face as she started shoving things into the small gym bag. She awkwardly battled with balancing the bag and putting her clothes into it. Hissing in frustration, she dropped the bag and knelt to roughly shovel the objects in.
He frowned as she nodded at him but didn't give him a true answer or even face him. He huffed to himself. She really was extremely rude. Americans, they have so little manners. "You do realize, I can't hear a nod."
Aura bit back a snarl of irritation. "Yes, I often do stay late and train," the snark in her voice plain; she stared over his shoulders refusing to meet his ice-blue eyes.
She didn't train to move up. Aura was content being where she was. She liked being away from the prying eyes of the media and the public. A grimace flashed across her face at her thoughts. Aura couldn't understand why she had been selected to be at this man's Agency. Especially when it was well known that Endeavor refused all new additions or Sidekicks. Aura sniffed as she shook off her thoughts, and rubbed at her nose with the back of her hand. She glanced around one last time and noticed her boxing wraps and tape. She chucked them into the bag and violently jerked the zippers.
"Aura," Enji grinned. She was purposely ignoring him now. "Why do this after you've been training all day if you don't put this much effort in during work?" he asked, waving his hand over the area.
She spun on her heel, hair flying about her face in a fierce black and blue halo. Her eyes flashed like lightning and Enji felt adrenaline feed into his veins. He hadn't thought that anyone would be here to interrupt his brooding state. After the particularly nasty confrontation he'd had with Natsuo and the blank stare he'd received from Shoto, the fierceness of the woman was a breath of fresh air.
"I am fine with where I am, sir." Aura narrowed her eyes at him.
"Really?" He asked shocked by her answer.
"Yes, sir." She looked away from him to glance around the room.
"So why do you train? To stay in shape? Emotion release? Sexual tension?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, half wondering if she would take the bait and stay. Hook.
Aura could feel her cheeks heat and rolled her eyes. "My sex life is just fine, thank you, sir," she snorted, reaching down for the bag's strap. Behind her, she heard Endeavor take a small step forward his shoes hitting the edge of the mat. Bag in hand, she turned to face him, "Can I help you, sir?"
"When I told you to call me sir, Aura. I didn't mean all the time." He stepped up on to the pads, the soles of his dress shoes squeaked softly on the vinyl surface. He grinned at her. Oh, she wasn't going to run away. Not now.
"Then I suppose you shouldn't call me by my Hero name should you, sir," she grinned at him revealing her startlingly white teeth. He stared at her delicate lips. Her plump lower lip trembled as her grin slid from her face. His eyes flickered up to her own. Damn, she noticed.
She had been watching his icy turquoise eyes staring at her mouth. She returned the favour, raking over his face. His face was clean-shaven drawing attention to his strong jaw. His new scar stood out raw and red against his pale skin. His nose was sharp and mostly straight. She noted the slight bump suggesting that he'd broken it at one point. Aura sucked in a soft breath as he took a step closer.
She dropped her eyes to his broad chest. His pristine white button-down clung to his chest as if it had been seared onto his skin. Aura unconsciously took a step back, taking in his full body. The muscular brawn of his hips which led to his impressively dominating thighs. His dark wash jeans clung to his thighs in a sinfully wicked way.
Enji chuckled low in his chest, observing the way her steel grey eyes darkened, "Well, what should I call you?" Line.
Her eyes widened slightly, and her breathing quickened. "You've seen my file. Shouldn't you know my real name?" Aura teased taking a small sidestep. The tip of her pink tongue darted out to toy with her sharp-looking canine. It was almost predatory, and it caused Enji's blood to sing.
"But that was so long ago… Six years, right, Aura?" He grinned.
"Yes, but surely you remember." Aura shifted again and Enji could see the way she was still trying angle around him. Her gym bag was swinging loosely from her shoulder, as she glanced passed him towards the door. He slowly shifted to move directly in front of her. Her lips parted and Aura took a sharp breath.
"Oh, I might, but remind me."
His eyes were half-lidded as he stared down at her. The tension in the air so thick that she couldn't think properly. It was plain, he wanted her and wasn't going to let her leave. Not that she wanted too. Her mouth dried as she gazed up at him. She sucked on her lower lip before gently biting. She grinned slowly, watching his nose flare slightly as he watched her mouth.
"Remy," she finally whispered.
"Remy," he hummed, causing a shiver to run down her spine. "Yes, I remember now. Remy." It seemed as if he were tasting her name. Desire pooled in the pit of her stomach. And then, she was gone. Sinker.
Enji took a step towards Remy, his shoes rubbing across the mat awkwardly, nearly causing him to lose his footing. Remy noticed as he planted his feet his stance wide. His hands were shoved into his pockets either to try and pull her attention to the nicely sized bulge in his pants or trying to hide it. She guessed it was the first.
They stood less than 30 centimetres apart. He smelled the salty tang of her sweat and musk of her perfume. He could see the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. Remy glanced him over again, pausing a moment to ponder his shoes.
She raised a black brow at him, her lips twitching slightly before sliding towards him, "I thought per your rules, no regular shoes on the mats."
He grinned and held out his hand to her, "Just like you said, my rules. I can break them if I want."
Remy grinned right back. This was going to be fun.