Chp Seven: Sassy Spleens

It was a dark and stormy night. Or it could have been a bright, happy morning; he didn't know.

came in the room. "Fujikazu, today you are going to-"

"Yeah, yeah. Just kill me already and get it over with." Fujikazu sighs against the door of the cage.

The doctor sneers. "I'll fix your sass eventually."

"If that experiment you did to me last year didn't fix it, I doubt it's curable." Fujikazu snarks.

The doctor tilts his head curiously. "Which experiment was that?"

"You know," Fujikazu gestures. "The one where you took out my organs, put new ones in, and made me watch."

"Ah yes." The doctor smirks. "That was a good one." He walks over to his list of experiments done and looks through them fondly. "You'll be such a good weapon for my master one day."

"Ugh. You keep talking about that recently." Fujikazu groans and falls against the cell bars dramatically. "I'm not dealing with Darth Vader, and have you even seen Tomura? That kid of his is nuts. Besides, how can you serve a guy with a name like All For One? It's a stupid name."

The doctor froze. "How did you learn my master's name?"

Fujikazu puts his hand to his chin and starts talking with his hands. "Oh, Well you know Jinni down in section 1? Her half-brother's older cousin knew a dish-washer who works at that one subway station. This dish-washer was dating a chick who worked to make All For One's birthday surprise cake. They needed his name for the cake, so that's how she found out."

Dr. Ujiko blinks a couple times. "What?"

Fujikazu shrugs. "Either that or he told me while he tried to take my quirk again."

The doctor opens the door to the cage and Fujikazu steps out. "Freedom, but oh so fleeting." He looks around the room and cells. His dual colored eyes focus on a cell that had recently been shut. He saunters over to it. "New person?" He questions the doctor.

The doctor comes over to him and tries to lead him away from the cell. "The operating table is this way."

Fujikazu shrugs him off and peers in through the bars. "Hello? Anyone in there?" He says like he barely cares. "Did steal your spleen too?"

A beaten and bruised guy sits up from the cot and peers out. "Don't talk to me. It'll only make whatever torture he's planned that much worse."

Fujikazu glances back at Dr. Ujiko who was tapping his foot impatiently. "Him? I'll take my chances."

Fujikazu watches from the corner of his eye as the doctor sighs and calls for a noumu. Welp, he has to make this fast. "What's your name?"

"Hide Suzuki." The guy then braces himself for a response. He must have thought he was famous or something.

Fujikazu nods. "Cool. I'll see you later. Right now I have an angry monster coming to attack me if I don't get on that operating table."

"What's your name?"

"Fujikazu."

"Last name?"

Fujikazu lets out a pained sigh as he glances towards doctor. "I don't have one anymore."

After a few days, Fujikazu was back to himself, whatever that meant. He rubs the new line of stitches at the bottom of his neck and sighs. The doctor sucks.

After so long with the psychopathic asshole, his body looked like a puzzle. Different pieces were shoved together and sewn on. Sometimes, he thinks he looked more like Frankenstein's monster than himself.

If only he were quirkless like he had thought he was. A quirk that let him continually come back to life really sucked in a place like this.

He got his daily ration and ate it. It was weird trying to eat without his esophagus completely fixed by his quirk. It was almost as weird as when the doctor replaced his stomach.

He really isn't sure how much of himself is actually him and how much is other people. His stomach was from someone with a digestion quirk; his right arm had a hardening quirk. His legs from mid shin down were from someone with a jumping quirk. His left arm was intangible, but only up to the point it sewed into his elbow. Sometimes, it would fall off if he used the quirk on too much of his arm.

Fujikazu sighs and follows the worker who got him for training. Since he was 'obviously' going to be happy to work for Tomura, the doctor has Fujikazu training to master the quirks that had been forced on him.

He actually met Tomura at one of the early training sessions. The guy was only a few years older than him, and he had been naive enough to want a friend. It had been a nice couple days; the doctor allowed him out of testing to spend time with All For One's star pupil. All Tomura wanted to do was play violent video games. Fujikazu nearly allowed himself to feel normal.

Then things came crashing down.

He beat Tomura at something; then Tomura got mad. Suddenly, Tomura was using his quirk on him. His left arm disintegrated up to the stitches. Tomura tried to go for more, but Kurogiri separated them. Fujikazu walked back to the doctor with a bleeding stump of an arm and a strong desire never to get near the other again.

They had seen each other infrequently since then, and each time he saw the same old Tomura.

Yep. He would totally want to work for that guy.

Fujikazu follows the worker into the training area and waits until the doors shut and his chains come off. He tilts his head curiously as he notices the other guy from the doctor's lab. Ooohhh. He winces. Looks like some of the cronies were using the guy as a punching bag.

"Go and train." The worker says when Fujikazu hasn't moved.

Fujikazu turns to the worker with a smirk. "Part of my training is to learn how to attack groups right?"

"Yes?"

He points towards the group beating up the new guy. "And part of those guys' training is to expect the unexpected."

"I suppose so."

"So can I attack them?"

The worker thinks about it. "There's no rules against it."

Fujikazu stretches his arms out and goes over to the group. "Hey guys, mind if I join?" He punches one of the goons in the face with his hardening quirk. The goon went down.

The rest of the gang don't seem too happy about that. They turn to him glaring. "You piece of shit experiment." One says. "We're going to make you regret your very existence."

Fujikazu raises an eyebrow. "Really? That's the best you could think of?" He dodges an attack and hits another with his hardened arm. "Get creative. I've spent four years of my life in a lab already. You think I don't regret existing?"

He kicks another in the nuts, using his jumping quirk to add more oomph to the kick. The man went down hard onto the training mat. "Now you guys, I could easily make you question your existence."

There were three left out of six. The ones Fujikazu dropped were still lying on the mat, groaning in pain. The three standing share a look before all deciding to attack.

Fujikazu jumps right before they reach him and watches as they run into each other. Then he lands on top of them. All four fall to the ground. Fujikazu gets up first; he ruffles his black and blue hair before charging in again.

One of them lands a lucky punch. Fujikazu drops down to the floor holding his eye. He winces at the pain and a sickening sounding crack. That hit was enough to knock his head loose. He gets up and slides his head back in place.

The group looks at him in horror.

He glares. "Boo."

They all jump.

He only has a little bit longer before his body realizes what happened and dies again. "If you know what's good for you. You'll leave now. Otherwise, I'll make sure all of you look like me."

All six goons flee the area.

Fujikazu glances at Suzuki, who was watching from the other side of the mat. Then he feels his knees give out from under him. He falls to the floor like a ragdoll.

Suzuki runs over to him, despite probably having broken bones, and kneels down by his side. "You can't die now! Damnit, why'd you have to protect me like that?!"

Fujikazu lets out a wet chuckle despite his vision darkening at the edges. "See you in a little while."

"Yeah," Suzuki gives him a sad smile. "I guess."

Fujikazu closes his eyes.

Fujikazu wakes up back in his cell. The doctor was there to berate him.

"What were you doing interfering with another experiment's training?" Dr. Ujiko says.

Fujikazu scowls. "That wasn't training; that was a group beating."

"Still," Dr. Ujiko frowns. "You aren't getting attached again are you?"

"No." Fujikazu huffs. "I barely know the guy. I'm not trying to make friends again." He gets up off the cot. "I just, I felt like beating up a bunch of people. They happened to be the easiest targets."

Dr. Ujiko is unconvinced. "Uh-huh. Well, given how broken up your friend seems to be, maybe you should set him straight."

Fujikazu rolls his eyes. "The guy saw my neck snap, and then I died. Anyone would be messed up after that."

"Go over and talk to him."

Fujikazu tilts his head from side to side, cracking his neck in. "I just came back to life. Give me a minute to get used to breathing again."

Dr. Ujiko's mustache ruffles like it does when he's annoyed. "That might have worked the fortieth time this happened, but you have done this enough to not need a minute anymore."

Fujikazu meets the man's gaze with a tired glare.

The doctor undoes his shackle. "Go."

Fujikazu gets up, looking at the doctor with annoyance in his mismatched blue purple and bright green eyes. He leaves anyway and goes to Suzuki's cell. The doctor unlocks the door for him, and Fujikazu goes in.

Suzuki changes from being morosely balled up on the bed to sitting up slack-jawed in astonishment. "What? But how? Are you-?"

"Fujikazu is one of my prize subjects." The doctor interrupts. "Thanks to certain upgrades, he is unable to stay dead."

Fujikazu rolls his eyes and leans against the cell wall. "He's lying. I just have a shitty quirk."

Suzuki still seems confused. "Um, what?"

The doctor glares at Fujikazu. "Despite some continued attitude problems, Fujikazu is a good example of how far I take my experiments here. You didn't seem to understand the gravity of your situation before. Hopefully you do now."

Suzuki glares back despite his broken form. "I'm not going to be a lackey to you or anyone else." He coughs wetly into his hand. "I refuse. You can take away my quirk, but I'm still not going to cave."

Fujikazu was uncomfortable from the start of this. Now he's legitimately concerned. "What? Why'd you guys want his quirk? No offense, but this guy looks pretty wimpy."

Suzuki bristles. "How was that not offensive?"

Fujikazu ignores him.

Dr. Ujiko slowly shrugs. "It's a useful quirk. Unfortunately, due to its drawbacks, it should only be used on missions. When it's not being used, it will be put back in Hide."

Fujikazu glances back at the somewhat defiant guy. Suzuki seems like he's trying to be strong now, but after dealing with All For One playing Keep Away with his quirk, he would probably fold like a cheap deck of cards.

Fujikazu knew from experience it was painful to lose or gain a quirk, and painful was putting it mildly. Depending on how much they needed his quirk, Suzuki might endure almost constant agony. He might not even get used to his quirk again before it would be snatched away.

Fujikazu looks down with a sigh as the doctor continues posturing. "This seems pointless." He crosses his arms and pushes himself up off the wall. "You don't need me here to threaten him."

The doctor turns his attention to Fujikazu. He smirks. "While that is true, I do have a specific project that I require both of you for."

Fujikazu feels a shiver run up his spine, jump over a few vertebrae, and crawl up the rest. When the doctor plotted, it was never good. "Look, whatever top-secret, super-special project you wrote in your diary can stay there." He looks at Suzuki, who's staring at him in awe. "I vote no. I'm pretty sure Suzuki here votes no." Suzuki nods his head. "That's two against one."

"And that's never been the way this worked." The doctor sneers. "You are such an annoyance. I hope you don't survive the next experiment with your personality intact."

Fujikazu's eyes widen at the implication of the doctor's words. "Hell to the no! There is no way you'd switch our heads. We'd both die!"

Hide gasps. "There's no way he would do something that crazy!"

The doctor smirks. "Actually, I was thinking just your brains, but heads might work too. I'll think it over." He turns around and opens the door. "Have fun getting to know each other. It might help."

The doctor lets the door close behind him; Fujikazu catches it and puts a piece of loose cell wall in between the door and the frame. He motions for Suzuki to get up. "Com'on." He whispers. "Let's go before he comes back."

Suzuki holds up a shackled hand. "Bolted to the wall." He mumbles. "Thanks anyway."

"There's gotta be a way to get those off."

"Yeah, but not without Dr. Ujiko noticing the noise." Suzuki sighs, looking down forlornly at his feet. Then he looks up again. "Go. I'm beat up; I can barely walk. I'm quirkless, and they have my dad too. If I don't do what they want, they'll kill him."

Fujikazu gazes down at the teen and nods. "Good luck. I hope we see each other in a better situation next time." He glances through the bars on the door and opens it.

Fujikazu creeps out of the cell. He had tried escaping before, but the doctor usually remembered to chain him to the wall. He was good, but he wasn't All Might. There was no way he could break through a chain like that.

Fujikazu looks around for the doctor, seeing the man working on something on the other side of the lab. He ducks out of the doctor's view and makes his way to the lab door.

He tries it, and the door opens. He grins, allowing himself a brief moment to hope. Maybe he could escape this time. He leaves as quietly as possible.

Then he finds himself in the halls. He knows his way around well enough to know about where the exit could be. That was the perk of being captured long enough that both he and the enemy thought he would never leave.

He dodges all the guards and finds some clothes to change into that don't scream escaped prisoner. It's just a janitor's outfit, but it should work to hide most of his scars. He grabs a mop and a bucket to make it more believable.

He strolls back down the hall towards the exit. People take one look at the outfit and don't question him. He's about twenty feet from the door when a worker he knows turns and gasps. "Fujikazu." The man whispers; he instantly hits the backup button and starts towards Fujikazu.

"Yeet!" Fujikazu throws the bucket of dirty water at the man and dashes towards the exit.

A small group of workers come in and block his path. Fujikazu uses the wet mop to ward off the workers. One tries to attack and gets a mop to the face. He shoves the wooden end into another attacker, flings the mop at the third, and dashes towards the door. They follow him.

He knows they are only trying to stall until the noumu get there. He isn't sticking around until they do.

Fujikazu opens the door and sees the dark night sky for the first time in four years. It's so beautiful. He isn't going to let that be his undoing though. He runs as fast as he can away from the workers, jumping onto some small buildings for good measure.

Once he is far enough away, he looks around. He doesn't know where he is. In fact, he forgot to look at the outside of the building where he was held. Damnit. He curses at himself. He should have at least paid attention to something.

He sighs and looks up at the stars. At least he's finally out.

yogurtqueen. "Hope you don't get lost in this chapter its long."

Eucidator83. "Hey, wrote this chapter, its shorter then the ten thousand word version."

yogurtqueen. "Big shout out for Eucidator83. If she ever writes something go check it out."

Eucidator83. "Hey, i'll get there eventually!"