A/N Everyone, I have rewritten chapters 4-6. Please go check out the rewritten version as things have changed in them. Especially chapter 4!
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Sansa immediately put a call out for an ambulance and to get to the crime scene there. Gently he picked the child up and headed back towards the door. He cradled the child to his chest careful not to brush against the injuries.
It only took a few moments for the ambulance to arrive. The paramedics took the child from him and began to take vitals as well as set up an iv. Naomasa hovered close by watching everything that was done.
They swiftly removed his shirt and began to check his injuries. A moment later the paramedic swore and began to speak quietly into the radio. The second however began to set up the AED. Pads were placed on his chest preparing to give him electric shocks.
Naomasa questioned his voice breaking, "What's happening? What's wrong with him?"
The second paramedic didn't look up as he began to charge, "He has arrhythmia. Not sure how it happens but we need to fix this now. Clear!"
Hands were removed from him and then the shock was given. The child's body jerked up and they watched the machine as it read the heartbeat. It had gone back into the correct rhythm causing Naomasa to breathe in relief.
The first paramedic then said, "We need to go now. Detective in or out?"
He didn't verbally answer instead jumping in the back. Sansa could take care of things here. Someone needed to be with the kid in case he woke up on the way to the hospital. So he rode with them the ten minutes to the nearest hospital. He watched as the paramedics continued to work on the kid. His Vitals were double and triple checked as well as starting him on pain medication.
Naomasa couldn't help the twinge of guilt he felt as he watched them. If he had only searched for his soul child this could have been prevented. Even in cases where there wasn't abuse soul parents were almost guaranteed to gain custody of a soul child. It made some parents fiercely territorial over the kids if their marks didn't match.
Due to his job he had avoided thinking about searching for his. A detective's life was far from an easy one. He was rarely home except to sleep for a handful of hours before returning to work. Even then he was on call due to their vigilante being back in town.
Now, however, all he could think about was protecting the child. The child whose name he didn't even know. His mind trailed back to the emergency call that alerted them to the issue. If the call hadn't come they might have been too late. Or they might not have gone to the house at all. So many possibilities of the day having gone horribly wrong.
The stopping of the ambulance jolted them and the two paramedics were throwing open the doors in seconds. Together they lifted the stretcher out and rushed into the hospital. When Naomasa tried to follow he was caught in the waiting room.
A nurse on duty said holding out a clipboard to him, "Detective you can't go with them. The doctors will examine the patient and will be out here as soon as they can. But we do need information on the patient."
Reluctantly he took it. Sansa was already sending him relevant information to him. With it, he filled out the information and took note of everything he could. Very little was known about the child even with records. They knew he was about to enter High School. Specifically, UA High School as they found the acceptance letter to the heroics course.
Izuku Midoriya, age fifteen, mother Inko Midoriya. Father had left him and his mother alone at four. A quirk diagnosis was no doubt the cause of it. Sansa had promised to pull Izuku's file to learn more.
Naomasa's popped up when he heard footsteps stop in front of him. A man in scrubs stood in front of him. Tired brown eyes looked down at him. It was nearly a mirror of his own eyes for very similar reasons.
"Are you here for the teenager brought in?"
Naomasa said pulling out his badge and showing it as he said, "I am Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa. The boy is Izuku Midoriya and is a victim of child abuse. What can you tell me about his condition?"
The doctor said giving a glance around, "Follow me. This is not a discussion that should happen around the public."
Frowning Naomasa followed him. The injuries were bad but bad enough they couldn't be spoken about in the waiting room? It was rare for a doctor to feel so uncomfortable not to give some semblance of a report out there. Dread filled him at the thoughts of what could be wrong.
Once they were in the doctor's office the man asked stiffly, "Did you know about the scars?"
"Scars?" He croaked out, "All I know was what was being done when my partner and I arrived. The woman I would hesitate to call his mother was using her quirk on him when we arrived. Her records indicate it is a weak telekinesis quirk."
The doctor searched his face for a moment before he said some of the stiffness leaving his voice, "Good. If you had known about the scars I would be asking you and everyone else who knew to also be charged."
Naomasa asked his mouth dry, "How bad is it?"
The doctor rubbed at his eyes as he said, "Bad enough that I wonder how he survived to begin with. It's not all recent either. Some of his scars are years old while the worst I would guess to be around a year. They were definitely done by quirks but whose I don't know."
Naomasa flinched. Someone had hurt the kid more than they suspected. What all had been done to him? Could it be healed? Or were they too late?
When he voiced his thoughts the doctor thought before he replied, "We will heal what we can. I do not believe however the wound to his throat will ever fully heal. There is just too much damage done. We might be able to bring him up to a hoarse whisper. Anything more is a fool's hope."
Naomasa scrubbed a hand down his face as he said, "Thank you, doctor. Do what you can for him."
The doctor moved as if to leave the room before he paused and asked, "Have you contacted Best Jeanist yet? He needs to know that his soul child is here as well."
"Excuse me, what?"
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Tsunagu had just returned from patrol and was writing up his report when his phone went off. Caller ID told him it was Detective Tsukauchi in Musutafu. It wasn't often the man made a call to him. Typically he would only call if they were working on a case. As far as he knew though they were not working on a case together.
Confused he answered, "Detective what can I do for you?"
Tsukauchi said sounding reluctant, "Best Jeanist you're needed in Musutafu immediately."
Frowning he asked, "Is there a bust that I need to be there for? Normally Tsuragamae will send a request to my agency."
There was a pause. As if Tsukauchi didn't want to put something to words. Tsunagu pulled up the news for Musutafu looking for anything that might give him a clue. There wasn't anything of interest, however. A few burglaries, a few purse snatches but nothing of interest. As expected Musutafu was quiet. Few villains dared to go there because UA was in the city.
Tsukauchi said finally, "There is a child here."
A child? What would they have to do with anything? Tsunagu didn't have any children. Kugo was his soulmate but they were both asexual and given their jobs had never considered adopting. It was simply too dangerous. Too much of a risk that someone would go after their family to get to them.
Like most people in their world, he also had soul children. For the same reasons he didn't adopt he hadn't gone looking for them. Nothing had ever come across the bonds until a little over a year ago. That was when he first felt anything and what a thing he had felt.
Burning as if someone had thrown him headfirst into a first. It started across his throat making him unable to make a sound for nearly a week without pain. It was followed by similar levels of pain in his side and abdomen. The pain had been bad enough for him to go to the hospital and get his soul marks registered. Just in case the child came in. They never did.
It honestly surprised Tsunagu that neither of his marks turned to burns that night. One mark which had faded at several points that night was a green river otter with the brightest green eyes he had ever seen. It lay across his left forearm. The other was on the opposite arm, an ash blond dog with blood-red eyes.
"A soul child," Oh that certainly made more sense, "He's badly injured but the doctors are doing their best to repair it. You need to get to Musutafu General Hospital as soon as you can."
Tsungu was standing half a second later and headed towards the door. His only reply was a sharp, "I'll be there." Before he cut the connection. Fear over what could happen overtook the need to know his soul child. To know that they were alive and would be okay.