The more days went by, the more Bakugou found himself confused in this situation. The only thing he could remember was living far inside the forest, attacking all who came near him, speaking with a friend from time to time and suddenly living in a town full of strange people. He knew it was his childhood home, and he remembered their hate towards him, yet he couldn't figure out how all about that "Saving the town" event happened.
Events following that day remained the same. Everyone thanked him constantly through his adventures in the town, a girl with a frog's name and frog like features attended his wounds every now and then, that shaky cook always made good food for him, those green and blue haired boys that let him borrow some clothes always made good company even if Bakugou didn't want to admit it, and the grand hero... He had seen him somewhere before but couldn't remember where...
Still, something was missing...
On that day, the beast wondered the grounds, watching the same routine of the villagers as every other day. He found that the villagers seemed like a happy big family and... he honestly felt excluded.
To distract his mind from the trivial things, Bakugou walked through the large remains of some of the burned down structures, wondering their reason. The closer he got, the more remnants of the events from the week before appeared. His gaze met the sad reality of lost history... and memories.
Before he could finish watching the other structures, his eyes immediately landed on a sunken cabin, the one he had sat in front of before on the day of his awakening. He still wondered why he had done such a thing in front of that cabin. It was as if he knew more to it than he should.
He gazed at the structure, watching every inch of exposed wood and brick. Maybe searching for a clue. Bakugou then decided to approach the structure, being careful of every exposed debris and entering like if he belonged in the place.
His eyes scanned the area, seeing pieces of furniture still slightly intact, a pale spot on the ground of what once was a bedroom, pieces of a broken frame and... a knife...
A shiny metal knife, obviously made by hand. Bakugou seemingly couldn't take his eyes off of the cutlery. Something was familiar about it... too familiar.
Then, a pair of brown eyes met his beyond the barriers of his memory. The mouth of it's subject moved to the rhythm of it's word... "The child..."
Bakugou awoke from the strange vision, jumping away from the metal and shaking his head to forget the images in his mind. His gaze shifted with his breath, getting caught on a burned picture on the ground. In it, the half burned image of two posing bodies and in it's center a girl with the biggest eyes.
His mind went back to the name he was warned not to mention again. Uraraka…
Once again, he awoke from the trance he had gotten to and grabbed the picture. He still didn't understand why that name was in his head and why it had gotten brought up by the mere picture of a simple girl... Or why his heart responded to the image...
Bakugou went on his way, trying to keep his mind as far as possible from his interaction with the cabin. It had shaken him so to the point of making his nerves reach a boiling point. The borrowed clothes on his body had been slightly torn in the places his nails dug in.
The beast took the path that was most further from the town, colliding with a dirt road aligned with a wooden fence
Beyond the fence was a beautiful valley. Since it was mid spring, beautiful flowers sprung in every possible way and form. It brought a certain peace to the beast's mind.
But Bakugou's fate couldn't be all that peaceful.
Suddenly, at high speed, a carriage ride by, crashing on the fence a few feet in front of him.
The beast stood in his place, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He watched as dust raised from the ground hiding the crash in a large cloud of dust.
His first instinct was to leave and escape without a track but something in him told him to stay.
Bakugou's gaze kept still on the side door of the tilted carriage, watching as the dust revealed a pair of hands reaching to grab the sides of the door and pull itself up. On top of the emerging head was a hair colored in a very particular way.
A weak voice emitted from the figure. "Help... me..."
And without another thought, Bakugou reaches the carriage, climbing on top and pulling the figure out. The figure could only cough out the clouds of dust around it.
The beast fixated his eyes on the figure that he carried to the ground and found that it was only a young man... with hair of ice and fire.
"Are you ok idiot?!"
But the boy couldn't focus on the questions he was being asked. "My mother... my mother is still in there..."
Mother!
Bakugou shook his head at the loud female voice he heard in his head, trying to maintain his focus on the young man. "I-I'll go get your mother!"
He then left the young boy on the ground, climbing back to the carriage and finding the mother the boy talked about. The woman remained unconscious on the side door that faced the ground, her hair like snow around her head.
Bakugou entered the carriage, pulling the woman out as he did her son.
Soon both were safe and sound away from the accident. Bakugou had remained by their side, aiding the young man and his mother in their consciously weak state.
"Thank you... sir. If it weren't for you my mother wouldn't have made it out alive..." the young man rested his hands atop of his silent mother's hands.
Bakugou looked away, his pride on high. "No problem, icyhot."
"Icyhot?" The young man stared coldly at the beast, ignoring his remark and proceeding with his question. "May I know your name? It is of very importance to me if I were to-"
"Cut the pleasantries! I don't need any of those silly words you high class people use." Bakugou smirked. "I'm Bakugou, the fearful beast of the forest!"
"Fearful beast? Yet no beast would have done what you have done now..." The young man extended his hand towards the beast. "I'm Shoto Todoroki and I have a request for you."
Bakugou stared at the young man with curiosity. "What may that be?"
"I want you to return with us to our home... just as a thank you for aiding us in our need."
Bakugou grinned. "Will there be food?"
"Yes."
Then, the beast's hand met the young man's. "Then sign me in!"
Day turned to night, signifying the end of another crucial day in their plan.
The dragon had done anything and everything in his grasp to please the witch's desires and questions. Bringing valuable information and creating a plan.
On this night, Uraraka awaited for the lights beyond the trees to diminish and slowly turn off. She didn't want anyone to witness her path.
When every light in the town became dark, Uraraka sneeked through the trees making contact with the street she had called her home a few weeks before. Her gaze wondered on the reconstruction of certain houses and places of her childhood, nostalgia hitting the center point in her chest. But she didn't have the time to lament her choices, because she knew it had been the right ones.
As she thought about the choices, she grasped the golden necklace around her hand. "Oh how I'm glad it was worth it my dear Bakugou..."
But the disappearance of her parents hadn't been worth it. It was the last thing she imagined of happening, yet she was sure that they were in good state.
Even though it was nice to remember all of the good memories, the plan was calling her to continue. So, returning the necklace in it's place behind the new dark purple cloak Kirishima had brought her, she set out to meet a dirt road, following it south to her destination.
She walked and walked and walked. Lifting up dirt and gravel from the ground in her path. Her heart raced with every thump of her boot.
In her seventeen years of life, she had never done such a thing as traveling far from home... but she couldn't call that town home anymore.
They had forgotten about her, they thought of her as a monster but that was the sacrifice she had to make for Bakugou to recuperate the life he had lost.
Even if it meant losing hers.
Behind her, the loud sound of heavy wheels made their way to her ears, unnerving the girl. She hid on the side of the road, waiting for the simple carriage pulled by a horse that rode behind her to pass by. To her dismay, or luck, the carriage suddenly made a halt a few feet in front of her.
Uraraka watched from her hiding spot as an elderly man came out of the front, checking a broken wheel and trying to fix it.
She even heard the cue to her plan.
"Damn thing! ugh! Now the Shoto's will kill me!"
At the mention of the family name Uraraka shivered but kept her mind steady on her next move.
She slowly sneeked her way to the back of the carriage, watching for signs that the elderly man would check out the back. But in Uraraka's luck, she had managed to hide behind a few baskets of fruit in the carriage before the old man did as such.
Once she felt the carriage move, she glanced up at a hole in the wooden ceiling of the back and saw a bit of moonlight peeking through. "Oh dear moon, may my fate be decided by your mercy... please grant me just this for they are not at fault of what I have done..."
The moonlight shined brighter than before.
Uraraka's eyes drifted in and out of their sleepy state, threatening to send her off in a deep slumber, yet she fought back. She wasn't about to give in to such a simple thing as sleep. She had more important things to carry out.
What awoke her completely was the sudden halt of the carriage and the deep muffled voices of men that questioned the old man.
"What has brought your miserable carriage to our grounds?"
"Excuse me, but my carriage is not miserable in any way!" The old man fought. "I am here on orders of delivery for the kitchen!"
Then, silence remained in the air. Uraraka shook in her place afraid of being discovered and discarded with an innocent man.
Oh have mercy...
"You may go through... but be brief as we might face the dangers of the night."
Uraraka's heart beat calmed down.
The old man snickered. "Of course young man! Although our fears are way different! Haha!"
And the carriage kept moving despite the rude remark from the old man, stopping in another halt.
Uraraka's new plan went into action, hiding behind the boxes of fruit and waiting to sneak out of the carriage without a trace. Her moment came when the old man started clearing the back and mid way stayed talking with one of the maids, wooing her in a disgusting way.
Uraraka took her cloak as quick as possible, watching her surroundings for anything that could camuflage her as part of the scenario and landing on a maid's dressing gown hanging by a fancy door.
Perfect!
The young girl hid her clothes and any remnants of her old clothing behind an old wooden box in a room on the exterior grounds, of what seemed to be for the servants, where she had changed. She could identify the grounds by the amount of women with the same uniform she had 'borrowed'.
The only thing that remained in her body was the necklace. She couldn't manage to leave it for the world, it was the only memory left of that great man... that loving man.
She had to keep herself on track.
Uraraka walked through the grounds, searching for anything that could lead her to her destination.
But fate had other plans for her.
She was so distracted, that she hadn't managed to see the shiny metal armor that stopped in front of her. Her head suddenly collided with it, making Uraraka Yelp out in pain.
"Ow!"
"You should watch your path maid!"
Uraraka was surprised to hear a female voice emerge from the person, or thing, she had collided with. She didn't even dare look up. "I-I'm sorry! Forgive me-!"
Before she could walk away, another female voice grunted from behind the figure. "How dare you dismiss yourself in the presence of our general Momo Ya-!"
"Shut it, Mina!" The so called Momo tried to lift Uraraka's face to meet her gaze. "And you may be..?"
The girl closed her eyes, trying to avoid any contact. "I-i am..." she thought of a name and spit out the first thing that came to her mind. "U-Uravity..."
"Uravity?"
Uraraka shifted from her position and rushed beyond the general. "Please excuse me! I have orders to fulfill!"
Momo watched as the girl dissapeared behind a wall, something rising from the bottom of her chest. Behind her, the pink skinned warrior grunted in disgrace. "What a disrespectful maid! Who are the Shoto's hiring with so much disdain?"
The general kept her gaze straight on where she last saw the maid and narrowed her eyes. "I don't know Mina... but she seems different..."