Ch. 2
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Samiko was released from the hospital a week later. She had the option of choosing a color for her new cast, but rather she chose black.
Aila, as promised, sent him the information about Mira's funeral. And for the first time in a long time, he wore a suit.
It was an open casket funeral set in the evening. Samiko went home with Aila to get ready, but Aizawa stood with her during the funeral, holding her left hand.
The Wild Wild Pussycats, an aspiring Hero couple-he thinks Mira joined the Pussycats along the way-Hizashi and Nemuri with many other of their classmates from U.A., Mira's brother, sister, and mother, several other pros, her sidekicks, and many devoted fans came as well as one or two news stations, covering the death of Pro Hero Mirawr.
Quirk: Tele.
She could see long distances, transport herself to various locations, speak to the mind as well as read minds, make things float, and move without touching them.
One of the greatest pros to exist.
Ranked number three on the poll, number two on the approval rate.
She had gone underground in France for a few years and suddenly showed up here.
And now she was gone.
He thought he even saw All Might and Joke.
Aizawa stood there idly, staring at the black casket, contemplating how he would be able to parent Mira's-his-daughter.
He just couldn't believe she was dead. She was so young. She deserved to live her life.
Well, that was the risk of being a hero, he supposed.
He would know.
Mira's family had provided money and medical insurance to cover Samiko's hospital bill (and all other on-demand medical emergencies) which was nice. Now all he had to worry about was feeding and clothing her.
And emotional support.
And school transportation.
And babysitting…
Ugh…..
It was now time to say some final goodbyes-drop some flowers and personal 'symbolic' things into the casket before she was lowered into the ground.
The Pussycats placed her old gloves and support item into her casket, Ragdoll kissing a kerchief and setting it on her folded hands.
Her mother and brother set flowers on her chest and returned into the crowd. Her sister placed a single white rose-Mira's favorite flower-in her hair and kissed her pale forehead, wiping her tears as she hurried to stand next to her family.
Now it was their turn.
Aizawa squeezed Samiko's hand and they walked forward.
Samiko wasn't tall enough to see her mother, let alone set anything in the casket so she reached up to her father to be lifted up.
He did and she froze. She gazed at Mira's stilled form-her mother-unable to know what to think. She was only five years old.
Her short arms reached out to touch Mira's face one last time, and Aizawa leaned forward to let her do so, carefully tracing her cheek before setting Mira's watch on her wrist. He watched a single tear stream down her cheek.
Aizawa set her back down, placing a single bouquet of flowers on top of the casket itself.
Samiko watched her father take hold of her hand and walk back to the crowd, listening to the whispers bounce around it.
"Is that Eraserhead?"
"Who is that? One of her sidekicks?"
"No, I heard that they were high school lovers or something."
"He has a kid?"
"I don't think so…?"
"Who's the kid?"
"Is it Mirawrs?"
"Why didn't she ever tell us?"
"Maybe she had an affair."
Samiko looked up and around, listening and looking at the glares she and her dad earned. She then looked at her father, seeing that he seemed fairly indifferent about the gossip. He acted like he didn't even hear it. His thoughts reflected only sorrow-no reaction to the whispers or the glare that Aizawa received from Mira's mother, but Samiko noticed it all.
"Why are they looking at us?" Samiko asked quietly.
Mandalay, Who was standing with her group next to them, rubbed the girl's shoulders. "They just think you're pretty, Sami-chan."
"They….They think I'm Mom's...?"
"You're pretty like your mom, Sami," she repeated, "Just like your momma."
"M...Momma…." she copied, looking down at the ground, feeling her father tighten his hold on her hand. She looked back up at her father, and she knew that he was comforting her.
Strangely enough, she didn't feel as sad as she thought she should. After all, everyone, including Na-chan, was upset. She could tell. She seemed more...Mad though...
"Why is Na-chan mad?" She asked Mandalay, looking at her grandmother.
No one answered her question and she just stood there.
She caught her grandmother's hateful glare, Aizawa catching the last of it. He felt his daughter stiffen, and pushed her behind him, away from her hateful gaze.
He felt her grasp onto his coat, and he kept his hand on her head, ruffling her previously treated hair.
He wasn't going to let Mira's Karen of a mother instill fear in the mind of his child.
Of Mira's child.
The ceremony ended and those who chose to watch Mirawr's casket be lowered into the ground did, then a reception would be held at her mother's residence, but Shota almost immediately left, taking Samiko with him after she said some final goodbyes to her Aunt Aila and the Pussycats.
Now, the real work started.
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A/N: So, I've decided to catch up on all platforms where my story is published, so enjoy these next few chapters! Don't forget to leave a review-they mean a lot to me and i love reading them. No hate, please, and thank you for reading my story.
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