The Boy Who Loved Candy:
CHAPTER TEN
The faintest taps of bare feet on tile echoed in the quiet room, followed with the soft hum of a melody that drifted in the air like dust. The thin figure spun slowly on the balls of their feet as the silver rays of the moon illuminated the once dark silhouette; eyes murky and brimmed with tears that weren't allowed to fall as the melancholy tune still drifted in the dim room like a threat looming from within the abyss. Toes were pointed as they gracefully were lifted to the heavens and arm following suit; tearful eyes gazing towards the sky as the limbs were lowered back to the ground as several steps were taken to cross the cold room.
Like a broken ballerina the figure danced in the shadows; piercing eyes from the darkness burnt into the small figure as the harsh clicking of heels clashed against the white floor as a slap echoed in the gloomy room; silence suffocating all sound as the young figure now sit on the ground, a female voice hissing, "Disgusting, you lack all grace. You're nothing but a worthless boy who has nothing except me! You should be grateful for the pity I give you!"
The boy was mainly motionless as his green hair covered his features as emerald orbs were clouded with ushered tears; biting his lower lip as a red hand-print flushed his right cheek. The thick smell of liquor drifted in the air as a shaky voice quietly mumbled out, "Yes, you're so generous Mother."
A humourless laugh drifted from crimson painted lips as narrowed brown stared down in distain as they looked away, disappearing into the darkness as they shouted, "Clean this room and then go to bed, understood?"
"Y-yes, Mother." The small boy quickly nodded as he shakily pushed himself to his feet; crystals slowly running down plumb freckled cheeks as a door slammed in the distance. Thin fingers curled into tight fists as a faint sob left his lips, voice breaking a he spoke to himself, "P-please… Anyone… A-anyone… Save me…"
He uncoiled a fist and reached towards the heavens with pleading eyes, tear stained cheeks glistening in the moon light. A loud rumbled caused his eyes to widen as the ground underneath him shook faintly; staring in horror as the building quickly began to fall to pieces around him like a house of cards. In a quick blur he tried to make his way to the entrance, diving out of the road of a falling beams as another struck him; pain spreading across his back as a sharp object pierced his skin like soft butter. Dust clouding his vision as a strained cry passed his lips; pain blossoming in his side as he felt something sticky and wet spread across his stomach and side.
No, this is not how he wanted to be saved. Tears shamefully cascaded down his cheeks as he clawed at the ground, desperate to be freed from the weight that was slowly crushing him. 'So, please, anyone! Anyone! Save me, again!'
The crunch of footsteps met his ears as he stopped digging his fingers into the ground; a dark figure lurking over him with piercing red eyes that stared at him with interest, kneeling as ivory fingers rested on the broken debris. "Hey kid… do you need help out of this mess?"
He sniffled as he struggled to fight back the tears that blurred his sight, clawing at the ground once more to try and free himself but slouching back onto the dirt as it was a fruitless task. The metal rod through his side causing his mind to go a little fuzzy as blood pooled out in the shape of a puddle beneath him, his voice wavering as he struggled to stutter out his response. "P-please m-mister… M-mama didn't push me out of the way quickly enough… M-mister p-p-please..."
Play innocent; he would be saved if he played pretend just a little bit. Pretend that his 'mother' wasn't as mean as she was, that she didn't hurt him, belittle him and make him dance through life like a broken doll being controlled with restricting strings. A smirk curled at the other male's features as the debris began to disintegrate and slowly drift away; eyes wide with wonder of this boy's quirk.
The world around him began to darken as the pressure on his back was removed; half lidded eyes trained to the dust particles that drifted in the air like snow dancing down to the ground. Thick lashes brushed across his freckled cheeks as emerald orbs were slowly hidden by fluttering lids, crimson staining his clothing as it clung to him uncomfortably but nothing could be done to stop the discomfort as he fell into unconsciousness in the arms of a stranger – his hero.
. . . . .
Ivory lids twitched as thick lashes slowly fluttered open to reveal exhausted evergreen – slender fingers curling into the material gently wrapped around him – orbs gradually scouting the room as a firm hand gently brushed through his pastel green locks. A content sigh parted rosy lips as a fond chuckle met Izuku's ears, "Have a pleasant nap; you slept soundly for an hour."
The childish boy merely hummed as he shifted his position so he was staring up at the mist being, a soft smile gracing his young features as he leant into the touch, "Of course I did Giri, I dreamt of you and Shiga saving me. You carried me and saved me…"
Izuku moved closer to Kurogiri, outstretching his slender arms and wrapping them around the other's waist; squeezing and tightly closing his eyes. Tears gathering in the corner of his eyes as he curled his fists into the other's suit, voice barely above a whisper, "I love you, Giri and Shig. I love you so much…"
His small hands trembled as the taller gently rubbed circles on his back, resting his other hand gently on the top of Izuku's head; combing through curled locks. Letting his gloved hands fall to slender shoulders as he pushed Izuku away slightly – evergreen staring into honey gold – as a loving smile curled at Giri's thin lips. Words as sweet as sugar and soft as cotton candy dripped from his deep voice as it enveloped Izuku like the sun's rays, "Indeed Izu, we adore you and even love you. Don't ever forget what…Mama-Giri taught you, anyone that hurts you unleashes the hell that is Shigaraki."
A smile that slowly shifted into a gradually widening grin spread across Izuku's lips as he jumped up, wrapping his arms around Kurogiri's shoulder, nuzzling into the crock of his neck as he laughed softly, "Yeah and no-one should have to deal with Shig's, I mean, we can barely deal with him in a good mood."
Kurogiri chuckled at the comment as he shook his head fondly, resting his arms around the boy as he grew concerned about Izuku's movement, "I'm glad you're feeling better but do be careful about you wounds, I don't want you injuring yourself further."
Izuku snickered as he hide his face in the collar of Giri's suit, a playful grin widening his lips further, "Yes, Mama-Giri, I will be careful~"
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