Fujikazu looks down at himself as he staggers down the alley.
All For One's cronies had found him again. He fought as hard as he could, but they were ruthless. One trapped his left arm. The only option he had was to use the arm's intangibility, but in his panic he took it too far. His arm fell off.
He left them holding his arm and ran away again. He has to go further; he's still way too close for comfort. He holds the stab wound in his bleeding chest with one hand, and lets the limb missing an arm bleed out. He tried to stop the blood earlier, but it was useless.
He is leaving a blood trail, and All For One's goons could follow it and find him again. He just knows he is going to end up back with Dr. Ujiko.
He crawls into a dumpster and lets a few tears roll down his face. Hopefully he would go to the junkyard before they found him; it wasn't likely to happen though.
He feels himself beginning to drift off, his body only lasting so long after the damage he received.
"What the heck died here?!"
Fujikazu hears someone speaking outside the dumpster and struggles to stay conscious. He would have to fight the thugs off sooner than he'd hoped.
Footsteps approach his hiding place, and the lid gets pulled off. A pink haired teenage boy stares down at him. "Oh my gosh." The boy says, looking nauseous. He opens the other side of the dumpster and throws up in it.
Fujikazu barely manages not to get hit. He groans in annoyance.
"Oh my golly gee jeepers! You're still alive!" The boy stares at him with wide, horrified eyes. He looks like a badly done Easter egg. His left eye is a soft yellow and the right is a pastel green. His pink hair is light and fluffy like cotton candy.
Fujikazu was probably hallucinating. It happens sometimes with blood loss, right?
"I gotta get you out of here." The boy mutters. "I'm going to get my car. Don't move." He winces, talking faster apologetically. "Not that I expect you to 'cause you literally look dead, but don't die on me, okay? Okay?!" He seems like he might have a nervous breakdown.
Fujikazu manages a glare. His vision is nearly gone. This idiot would be driving his body back to All For One. If there was a lackey that didn't deserve a promotion it was this one. He nearly puked on him!
Fujikazu's consciousness faded out as the boy's head appears back in view.
Fujikazu wakes up on the way back to All For One's base. He's shoved in a stupid trunk! And he wasn't even put in nicely. He scowls and twists himself into a more comfortable position, trying to ignore his wounds.
Then he looks at the dark carpet where he laid. He hates his quirk. He's still losing blood like a sieve because his body refuses to fix itself. He had to fix it somehow.
His body catches up to him, and he passes out again.
Fujikazu wakes up on a cot with an IV running into his remaining arm. He looks up at the walls around him and lets out a depressed sigh. He was back. The concrete floor and wall are proof enough. He doesn't recognize the low ceilings though. Usually, Dr. Ujiko had the ceilings at least nine feet high to accommodate his noumu. This ceiling is maybe seven feet high.
He looks for a door and finds one across from his bed. Wait. This door is too nice; it doesn't have any bars on it. He must be somewhere else this time. Maybe since the doctor realized he could escape, he moved him. ...but why would the doctor put him in a less secure room?
An unfamiliar woman with bright red hair and pointed ears comes into the room. She doesn't look threatening, but looks can be deceiving. "Hello." She waves slightly. "I'm here to check on you. You seemed pretty hurt. Are you feeling any better?"
Fujikazu looks around for a weapon, but he can't find anything to use. He notices he's not restrained, and the door doesn't appear to be locked. He smirks, maybe he could escape after all. He rips out the IV and makes a mad dash towards the door.
He opens it, only to be faced with a light blue haired man.
"Calm down." The man says while gesturing with his hands. "Let us expla-"
Fujikazu hits the man with his hardening quirk and sends him tumbling to the ground. Fujikazu runs down the hall until he finds a set of stairs.
That pink haired boy from earlier is heading down them, carrying something. "What the?" He stops, looking worried. "Calm down. What are you doing?"
Fujikazu pauses and braces himself to dash up the stairs, intent on beating the guy up and getting out.
Then a yellowish orange blur of wind surrounds him. He feels so tired. He blinks his eyes sleepily and collapses to the ground. The last thing he sees is the yellow orange wind going back to the teen.
Fujikazu strains against the strap as he wakes up on the cot again. Whatever the 'strap' was isn't designed to be used this way, but that didn't stop it from working well. He bares his teeth at the three people standing in front of him, keeping him captured. He would make them pay.
"Oh great! You're awake!" The pink haired boy says. "I was so scared you'd hurt yourself earlier. I'm Haruhiko-"
"I don't care." Fujikazu rasps out. Even if he is imprisoned again, he still has some fight left. "You tell All For One that he can go to hell."
"What?" The pink haired guy says innocently, looking at everyone in confusion. "Who's All For One?"
The blue and red haired older people share a look. "We don't have anything at all to do with that monster." The red haired woman says with a frown.
Fujikazu stops. If they hadn't captured him for All For One, why did they do it?
The red haired woman takes a deliberate step forward. "I'm Mrs. Takahashi. This is my husband," She gestures to the blue haired man. "and my oldest son." She gestures to the pink haired teen. "He found you and brought you back to our house because he thought you needed help. You aren't in any danger."
Fujikazu scoffs. "I'm always in danger."
The woman watches him with some emotion he's unfamiliar with. He frowns as he looks closer. There is pity in her eyes too. "You are staying here until you recover. I'm not sending a kid like you out on the streets with a missing arm and a knife wound to your chest. You could die!"
He lets out a wet chuckle at that. "Hah, I wish."
Another look passes between the wife and husband.
Then the pink haired boy cuts in. "I brought you food and it's getting cold. Mom, Dad, could I take the bedsheet off so he can sit up?''
"Sure." The dad says flippantly. "If he tries to attack us, we'll just knock him out."
The mom is less convinced, but eventually her pity wins out. "He probably hasn't eaten very well. Fine."
The pink haired teen undoes the bedsheet strap and takes the sheet away.
Fujikazu sits up, only to be handed a bowl of some sort of Udon.
"It's leftover from yesterday." Pink hair explains as he puts a big pillow behind Fujikazu. "My mom made it."
Fujikazu is really confused. Maybe he's still hallucinating from blood loss? He leans against the soft pillow and brings a noodle to his mouth. It's the best tasting meal he'd had in over four years. It has to be drugged or something.
He is suspicious, but he's also starving. He eats almost all of it. During that time, the mom and dad exit the room and leave pink hair alone with him.
After awhile, Fujikazu gets bored. He glances at the other. "I could be a serial killer. Why'd you help me?"
Pink hair smiles. "Because you seemed like you needed it."
Fujikazu rolls his eyes. "Uh-huh, now the real reason."
Pink hair shrugs. "That is the real reason." He steps closer to Fujikazu and gags. "Whew, I can't wait for you to get well enough to walk. You need a shower... or five."
Fujikazu scowls. "I'd like to see you live on the streets and not stink."
The mom comes back in the room. "Haruhiko, we need your help out here."
Pink hair, Haruhiko, grins at Fujikazu. "I got to go; stay there and get better."
Fujikazu looks at Haruhiko as he leaves and frowns. What the hell is wrong with that family?
Fujikazu is extremely confused by these people. They are imprisoning him, even though they say it's only temporary, but it is not the harsh treatment he's used to. They seemed upset at him when he tried to escape again yesterday and accidentally tore out the stitches in his chest wound, but they didn't do anything about it. They just helped him back into bed and gave him some soup.
It was weird.
"You feeling any better today?" Pink hair, Haruhiko, smiles as he comes in the room. Haruhiko always smiles; that's another weird thing too.
Fujikazu nods. "I'm completely fine. I'll get out of your hair."
He goes to move out of bed, but Haruhiko hands him some food and sits down in a folding chair beside him. "You shouldn't go without eating. Stay a bit longer to make sure you don't accidentally bleed out. If you really want to go though, I won't stop you."
"Uh-huh." Fujikazu raises an eyebrow unconvinced. "So if I leave right now, your mom and dad won't force me back into bed?"
Pink hair rubs the back of his neck with an apologetic grin. "I'm sorry about them; they really do mean well."
Fujikazu starts eating; he still isn't used to being fed three times a day. It was strangely nice, and he actually felt himself gaining a little weight.
Pink hair chatters the whole time about a lot of things, but nothing important. He filled the silence that Fujikazu hadn't realized was so lonely.
"-and then Hideshi got stuck in the netting near the ball pit. My little brother and I were really terrible kids. Add my dad and other siblings to that, and I'm not sure how mom survived." Haruhiko pauses, tilting his head as a thought occurs to him. "You know, I never asked if you had anything you wanted to chat about."
Fujikazu smirks. "Really? It's been two days of this, and now you think to ask?"
Pink hair shrugs. "You haven't exactly been talkative. I was trying to fill the silence." He scratches the back of his neck again. "Sooooo... How'd you end up in the dumpster?"
Fujikazu glares defensively. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Are the stitches in your neck some emo trend?"
"Don't want to talk about it."
"How about before the dumpster, do you have anywhere to go?"
"Don't wanna talk about it."
"At least tell me your name. Sheesh." Pink hair sighs. "You've lived in our house for four days now."
"I was kidnapped." Fujikazu deadpans.
"Rightttt." Haruhiko shoots him a look. "All I know about you is that you're a snarky asshole, you have some weird thing about medical equipment, and you prefer me being with you instead of either of my parents. Oh, also that it takes longer than four days for dumpster smell to go away."
Fujikazu turns up his nose.
"If you don't tell me your name, I'm gonna call you Frankie." Haruhiko says like he's naming an angry cat.
"What? Why Frankie?"
Haruhiko shrugs. "1. Because you look like Frankenstein. 2. You seem like you were part of the mafia."
Fujikazu just stares at him. Eventually he sighs. "I'm Fujikazu."
"Cool. I'm Haruhiko Takahashi." Haruhiko grins.
"You already said that."
He shrugs. "I didn't want you to feel alone in introductions."
Fujikazu huffs out a chuckle. "You're weird."
"You're one to talk," Haruhiko laughs. "You were found in a dumpster."
"You shoved me in the trunk of your car and took me to your parents' house." Fujikazu shoots back.
"Well you..." Haruhiko puts a hand to his chin and frowns. "Nevermind, I'll come up with a scathing reply to that later."
"I officially win." Fujikazu's eyes widen as he says that. He's actually having fun, and he doesn't feel a pressing fear for his life. This was a weird feeling.
Haruhiko rolls his eyes, oblivious. "Sure. Of course you do." He gets out of the chair and holds his hand out. "Hey, do you want to walk around the house with me? You must be getting antsy."
Fujikazu sighs and looks down at himself. "Ehh, why not? My stab wound's looking good. I have three limbs left. Might as well get some exercise."
Haruhiko watches at him in concern. "Um, I-I didn't mean anything by it. If you don't feel good enough, it's totally fine if you don't want to."
Fujikazu shakes his head. "I want to. I was just giving you shit." He stands up and winces a little. He definitely needs to get moving again; he's getting soft.
Haruhiko offers his hand again.
Fujikazu doesn't take it. Instead he takes a step forward on his own. Without all the adrenaline, he feels the pain of his injuries a lot more. He learned not to let his injuries get the better of him back at the lab though, so he pushes through the pain.
Haruhiko worriedly watches him get up. "You sure you want to walk around?"
Fujikazu nods. "I'm sure."
Haruhiko steps in front of him and opens the door with his grin back on his face. "Let me give you the grand tour then. This room on the left is my little sister's." He looks back at Fujikazu warily. "Don't ever go in there."
"Why?"
Haruhiko winces. "Her quirk is coma. Last time I went in her room, I woke up a month later."
What? Why was that quirk even an option? "... okay then."
"This is my room." Haruhiko opens the next door. Inside is an eclectic mess of pastel colors, mainly greens and yellows.
Fujikazu blanches. "Why is it such a weird combo of yellow and green?"
Haruhiko looks affronted. "My room? Weird?" He mock dramatically crosses his arms. "I like those colors, thank you very much."
"It looks like something threw up on your walls." Fujikazu deadpans.
"Okay, now I'm actually offended." Haruhiko pouts. "You really think it looks like puke?"
Of course it does. Was that even a question? Haruhiko kept waiting for an answer. "...yes?" Fujikazu gestures with his remaining arm.
Haruhiko huffs grumpily. "Fine, moving on." He closes the door and continues down the hall. "Here's the bathroom, you've been there before."
"Have I?" Fujikazu cuts in sarcastically.
Haruhiko rolls his eyes, but continues walking down the hall like nothing happened. "Laundry room. Here's the open rec area. You've already seen this when you tried to bust out of here. Then, here are our stairs. We have such lovely stairs don't we?" He gives Fujikazu a smug grin.
Unimpressed, Fujikazu flips him the bird.
"You better not let my Mom or Dad see that." Haruhiko chides. "They're trying to set a good example for Gaku."
"Who's Gaku?"
"Youngest brother. He's like five; super cute! Maybe he's upstairs and you can meet him!" Haruhiko actually looks him over, taking in the pungent smell and bloodied clothes. "You know what, you need another shower before going upstairs."
Fujikazu sighs. He was so close. "Really?"
"Yes." Haruhiko says seriously. "Gaku would run away screaming if you came upstairs smelling and looking the way you do now. You sure you used soap last time?"
Fujikazu rolls his eyes and crosses his arms sarcastically. "Soap? I never even thought of using soap in the shower. It's obviously only for fancy shit like clothes washers."
Haruhiko is unimpressed. "Calm down, sassafras. Don't-"
"Sassafras?" Fujikazu smirks. "What the hell kinda curse word is that?"
"One for a person with-" Haruhiko starts counting on his fingers. "-six younger siblings."
Fujikazu whistles. "Your parents must have been busy."
"Actually, over half of us are adopted in some shape or form."
Fujikazu looks at Haruhiko in confusion. That whole sentence just had one confusing thing after another. What?
Haruhiko rubs back of neck sheepishly. "Mom and Dad kinda like to take in strays."
Fujikazu raises an eyebrow. "You realize most people mean cats when they say strays, not other people."
"They find us various places and take care of us." Haruhiko explains poorly. "They found me wandering around in an alley many, many years ago."
Fujikazu tilts his head. "You're adopted? But you've got the same type of quirk as your Dad."
"Actually, I just trained it to be similar." Haruhiko shrugs before continuing in a more excited tone. "My quirk is a lot more awesome than being able to put people to sleep. I manipulate flower pollen!"
"... And you're proud of this."
Haruhiko rolls his eyes. "Yes, yes I am." He starts gesturing. "Have you ever seen the statistics for hay fever? I can practically incapacitate thirty percent of the world's population."
Fujikazu's eyebrows go up. "You've got that big of a reach?"
Haruhiko stops in his tracks like a fly that had been hit in the face with a flyswatter. "... Well, no, but I'll just have to travel in an airplane or something... It might work."
"Sounds like you've got a foolproof plan for world domination there." Fujikazu says sarcastically.
Haruhiko either didn't get the sarcasm or ignored it. He smiles "Right?" He points back down the hall. "Now go take a shower so I can show you the upstairs!"
Fujikazu rolls his eyes and sets off down the hall. "Sure. I'll definitely do that."
A few days later, Fujikazu gets ready to leave.
"You sure you don't want to stay a little longer?" Haruhiko asks.
Fujikazu shakes his head. "If I stayed in this house any longer, your parents would try to adopt *me*. Your dad was asking what type of room I'd like, and your mom tried to get me to take a school placement test. I'm going."
Haruhiko smirks. "Well, you're always welcome here if you need a place to stay, and if you ever want to just come over and hang out, you've seen our video game collection."
"Yeah."
"Hey, almost forgot." Haruhiko adds. He gets a flip phone out of his pocket. "Mom saw you didn't have a phone, so she got you this. She and dad are at work now; that's why they couldn't see you off. Anyway, it's nothing fancy. It has our house number and my cell number in the contacts list."
"Um, thanks." Fujikazu awkwardly takes it. "You're parents are great, but they shouldn't be paying for stuff like this."
Haruhiko shrugs. "Eh, Mom and Dad make enough. They choose to help people face to face instead of donating to places."
"Your whole family is weird."
He smirks. "Trust me, you don't know the half of it."
Fujikazu finishes packing and looks down at himself, more specifically his still missing arm. He sighs. "You wanna help me with something?"
Haruhiko perks up. "Sure! What do you need?"
"Do you sew?"
"Um... Yeah." Haruhiko reluctantly smiles.
"Could you drive me to the morgue?"
Haruhiko blinks a couple times in confusion. After a moment of thinking, he shrugs. "What the heck."
They drive to the morgue, but it is closed.
Haruhiko sighs as Fujikazu attempts to open the door. "Welp, I guess it's closed. You'll just have to come back some other time."
Fujikazu rolls his eyes. "I'm getting in there. Follow me." He sneaks around, trying not to be seen.
Haruhiko leisurely follows him around the building with his arms crossed. "Why exactly do you need to get in the morgue so bad?"
"You wouldn't understand." Fujikazu says moodily as he hides in a bush near the wall.
Haruhiko rolls his eyes as he stands awkwardly beside the bush. "So we're breaking and entering, but I don't get a reason? Dude, that's cold."
Fujikazu pokes his head out of the bush with a serious expression. "I broke a window here. We'll get in this way."
Haruhiko reluctantly moves the branches aside to get to the window. "This seems like a great place to get bitten by ticks." He mutters a he follows Fujikazu through the broken window.
Fujikazu motions him forward. "Com'on I saw the bodies over here."
Haruhiko stops. "What exactly are we doing here Fujikazu?"
Fujikazu sighs and looks down, ashamed and annoyed. "Look, I just need to find another arm. I'm sure someone will have one I can use."
Haruhiko blinks, unsure if he heard that right. "An arm?" He says slowly.
Fujikazu takes Haruhiko's hand with his own and starts walking them down the corridors. "Yeah. I need a new arm." He says like it's a normal thing.
Haruhiko stops them and puts a hand on Fujikazu's shoulder. "Buddy, are you feeling alright? That's not how arms work. You want a new arm, you'll have to go to the hospital and get a prosthetic. Here, all you'll have is a rotten hunk of flesh."
Fujikazu rolls his eyes and shrugs off the hand, walking down the hall again. "I told you you wouldn't understand."
Haruhiko rolls his eyes right back. Two could play at that game. "Dude, you're not some lone asshole. Actually try explaining your issues with finding a dead arm, and I'll help you. Right now though, it just seems like you're a creeper."
"I'm not a-" Fujikazu huffs and glares at the other. "Fine. I have a shitty quirk."
"I'm listening."
"My body accepts anyone's limbs or other parts. I'm a transplant surgeon's dream." He sighs. "It doesn't matter if the parts are dead or
not as long as it's recent."
Haruhiko looks at him with sympathy and starts following him again. "So the stitches all over your body?"
Fujikazu keeps his head down, refusing to look behind him. "...Yeah."
"That sucks dude. Do you know how much is you?" Haruhiko has to run to keep up the other. Fujikazu was literally running away from the conversation now. "Where exactly is the morgue?"
Fujikazu stops. "Found it." He goes through the door, and Haruhiko follows. "We need to find a male about my size who is relatively new here."
Haruhiko smirks. "You make it sound so weird."
"Shut up." Fujikazu huffs. "Just help me look." He starts opening up the slabs.
Haruhiko gets gloves on and peruses the files on a nearby desk. "Try 12. It should be decent."
Fujikazu rolls out the slab and measures the arm. "That should work. Let's saw it off and get out of here."
Haruhiko's eyes widen. He gulps. "Saw through? Like saw through the bone? No way."
Fujikazu narrows his eyes. "Of course not." He deadpans. "I brought you here and broke in so we could stop now and go home." He finds a bone saw in a drawer and starts hacking.
Haruhiko looks green. "I'm gonna be over by this trash can if you need me."
Fujikazu takes the disembodied arm and comes over to Haruhiko. "Sew this on, would'ya?
Haruhiko turns to look at Fujikazu and jumps back. "Geeze, give a guy a warning. I nearly crapped myself at the sight of that thing!"
Fujikazu holds up the arm in his other hand with a flat look. "It's just an arm. It's not like I took out the guy's internal organs."
Haruhiko takes a long breath in and a long breath out. "... You have a distorted sense of what constitutes 'normal' don't you?"
"You're the guy who insisted on being friends with me." Fujikazu shrugs as he unwraps the bandages from his arm. He puts the two pieces of arm together with a bitter smile. "This should work well."
"I'm glad you found a new arm, but could we please get out of here before the cops show up?"
Fujikazu nods. "It would be better if we got out undetected." They head back out the window.
Haruhiko rolls his eyes once they were out. "You said you wanted to be undetected, but you strolled through areas with cameras like it was a photoshoot. You're lucky I used my pollen to shield us, otherwise we'd both be on the wanted list right now." He lectures him on the way back to the house.
Fujikazu sighs. "It's not like the police would find anything. I don't exactly have a file you know."
"You don't need a file for them to look up quirk records. All they'd have to do is match your face to a picture and you'd be done." Haruhiko shakes his head disapprovingly. "That break-in you just instigated was way too messy."
Fujikazu huffs. "I'd like to see you do any better. Besides, I don't have a quirk record."
Haruhiko huffs right back. "You're an idiot. Everyone but quirkless people have a record."
Fujikazu smirks. "I'm someone who fell through the cracks."
Curious at the other's divulging of information, Haruhiko puts on his thinking cap. "For that to happen, you either had no medical anything since before you were four, or you were registered as quirkless. Given the way you look, I'm going with quirkless."
Fujikazu's face is unimpressed. "Great deduction, Sherlock."
"Why, thank you Watson." Haruhiko replies as if he hadn't heard the sarcasm in the other's tone.
Fujikazu rolls his eyes. "Just drive."
At the house, Haruhiko gulps as he gets out a needle and thread. "Um, what kind of stitching do you want?"
Fujikazu just stares at him for a minute. "There's more than one kind?"
"Yeah." Haruhiko smiles a little and starts to explain. "There's loads of stitches like backstitch, running stitch, chain stitch. Oh, you could even be fancy and work some daisy chains in there."
Fujikazu huffs. "Nothing fancy. Just sew it on."
Haruhiko puts on gloves, wipes down the needle, and tries not to think about what he will be sewing. "I think it'd look nice with a herringbone stitch. I'm gonna do that."
Fujikazu rolls his eyes. "As long as it's on I really don't care."
Fujikazu holds the arm up while Haruhiko stitches it. Despite obviously being in pain, Fujikazu doesn't make a pained noise the entire time. His sass, however, drastically increases. "I do have nerve endings you know." Fujikazu sneers as Haruhiko puts the needle in again.
Haruhiko bites his lip. "Buddy, I'm really, really trying not to run off and ditch you. Don't give me another reason to."
Fujikazu scoffs. "We're in the basement of your house. How could *you* ditch *me*?"
"I can always go anywhere else in the house." Haruhiko says as he stops sewing. "When Mom and Dad get home, I'll point them down here, and you can explain to them how some random person's arm ended up in their basement."
"My explanation would begin something like, well Haruhiko said we could get me a new arm..." Fujikazu says as he puts on an innocent look.
"Haruhiko isn't that dumb, and they know it." Haruhiko rolls his eyes.
Fujikazu grins deviously. "How would they feel knowing you'd been out doing a little breaking and entering?"
Haruhiko just scoffs. "They'd probably criticize me because of the mess you made."
"Wouldn't they be horrified that their son had taken up a life of crime?"
Haruhiko takes off his gloves and puts his hand to his chin to think about it. "Actually, I think my Dad would congratulate me on getting a life."
"Okay, fine, fine." Fujikazu huffs. "I'll keep the snark to a minimum.
Haruhiko starts sewing again.