There my love, keep on running
Gotta keep those tears at bay, oh
Oh, my love, don't stop burning
Gonna send them up in flames
In flames - Flames by David Guetta feat Sia

The helicopter touched down with a thump on UA's campus grounds. Kahui was happy to be on the ground again. The plane ride from Honolulu had been brutal, especially when they landed in Tokyo. It was a madhouse. We'd gotten the information a little over ten hours ago, and diligently studied every word. The scene that unfolded was every sane person's worst nightmare - the Villains have ascended.

The casualties were lining up, and the healers in Japan and surrounding areas had already been run to the point of exhaustion, but Kahui had been called almost immediately. As the top healer within a day's travel, he was here for one Aizawa, Shota. He'd lost an eye and a leg. He was unsure what he could do about the eye, but Kahui was determined to fix the leg. Something of that magnitude would pay his rent for the next year.

Kahui and Mara stepped off the helicopter, retrieved their go bags, and walked over to a child-sized, suit wearing mouse-bear-cat… thing. Kahui had never seen an animal with a quirk, and he'd done his research; Nezu had never been human. Mara pushed her sunglasses up to rest in her complicated mess of pink braids and synthetic blue dreads, and walked over to the mouse. Kahui decided to stop on mouse as he folded his Tom Ford originals and slid them into the pocket of his silk Hawaiian shirt.

"Welcome to our campus," the mouse spoke in cultured English. "You are the healer?"

"If you are a talking mouse, then you know exactly who I am." Kahui frowned, did he not understand how precious time is right now? "Take us where I am needed; we require some privacy. Well?"

Nezu beckoned to a short girl with wide, almond-shaped eyes, long earlobes, and a bright red streak running from one cheek to the other. "This is Jiro Kyoka, I thought she'd be the most helpful to you. She can speak English well, and is good at listening." He smiled, "Off with you all, then. I will call and have a room set aside for Kapu to work from."

The girl offered a hand. "Kyoka at your service," she said, a slight tilt to her head. "Kapu, is it?"

"I believe one of your teachers needs me," Kahui snapped with a dismissive gesture. "Let's not keep him waiting."

Mara slapped him in the chest. "He's a jerk. I'm Wrest. Nice to meet you, Kyoka." Mara grabbed the girl's retreating hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Follow me." The girl's mouth had gone hard, but she left at a trot.

Kahui only had an hour or two before the leg was unusable. He followed her while he silently rerun the plans for his procedure.

The room they were shown to was a private room set up with OR equipment and a bed with Kahui's patient. A set of nurses stood to the side, one guarding a cooler that held the patient's limb, the other organizing tools.

Kahui went with a burst of curiosity to look at him, but Mara stopped dead. Shota was quite scruffy, though he had obviously undergone a scrubbing. His shoulder length hair was damply curling on his pillow, his features dimmed by whatever drug they'd given him.

"It's him." Mara stared at the man on the gurney.

Kahui gave her a sly look, but turned back to the other women in the room. "I told you the man would be in pain," he arrogantly argued with a nurse as Kyoka tried to translate. "I needed to get him awake enough to cooperate with me."

The nurse spoke, bowing her head, and Kyoka translated. "Ishida-sensei says your instructions were followed; his medication was changed to a local anesthetic. He is groggy, but he can speak."

Kyoka turned her head, her eyes tightly closed. Kahui frowned and turned to the girl. "What is your problem, girl? I need a translator. Your mouse said you could help."

"He's our principal." She turned irritated purple eyes on him, "And that's fine, but…" She shifted her gaze to her teacher, "I can't look at him like this."

"Yes, pain is hard to look at." Kahui watched both nurses shrink and Kyoka hug herself. "The nurses may be able to help, but I need someone who knows him, who has a closer connection. I need you to be brave."

Mara had crossed her arms over her chest, her brows drawn in an angry vee.

"I thought you knew me too well for such theatrics."

"Of course," Mara replied meekly, belaying her angry expression, "it's just that…" She shook her head. "It's not a problem, Kapu. I just remember exactly why I hate you so much."

"You don't hate me, Wrest, darling. Just do your job." He poked Kyoka, but lifted his face to speak to the nurses. "Nurse?" They both glanced up and frowned as he mimed washing his hands. Kyoka translated, and one of the nurses bobbed her head and said something in Japanese.

"She says everything you need is in the restroom." She pointed at a door. "She will follow you with fresh gloves and a surgical gown."

"Gloves only," Kahui barked. "Tell her." Kyoka spoke and Kahui continued almost on top of her. "Alright, please speak to him and see if you can get him to wake up. Ask his name, just get him talking if you can." He pointed to her earlobes. "You can use those to poke? Try that, too."

Kahui left to scrub up and glove, while Mara wearily kept an eye on the injured man in front of her. He came back to find a sleepy-eyed Shota groaning while Kyoka spoke softly to him. His eye was just as dark as Kahui's endless pools of obsidian.

"Kyoka, was it?" She looked up at the sound of her name. "Does he speak English?" Kahui looked thoughtful for a moment, then shifted his gaze and spoke directly to the patient. "Eigo o hanasemasu ka?"

"I do." Shota's voice was hollow with pain. "Who are you?"

"My name is Kapu. I'm going to fix you." He smiled warmly. "Can't believe that worked. I haven't needed to speak Japanese in a long time." He pinned the nurses and Kyoka with another haughty look. "Everyone except Mara needs to leave." He waited with his frosty expression for the three other women in the room to exchange confused looks. "Now?"

Kyoka spoke to them, and he was treated to more shocked looks, but the girl stood and shooed them out the door. They must know that quirk healers simply didn't need the help. Kahui waited for the door to close to retrieve the cooler, dragging it to the foot of the bed and flipping the lid open.

"Shota, what kind of girls do you like?"

Shota sputtered, "What!?"

"Boys work, too." Kahui smiled but Mara groaned. "My quirk, it is not easy to trigger, but the results are usually quite amazing. So, I need you to try and not think about your pain, but think of pleasurable things." His one eye followed Kahui as he uncovered his severed leg. Gently, he began to unwrap the bandages. "Mara or I can help, if you like, but you may have to close your eyes."

"Pleasure? I don't think I can," Shota breathed out, his very breath shaking with barely disguised agony, though the drugs should have been suppressing most of it.

Kahui unwound the meters of good hemostatic gauze from around the stump. "This may hurt quite a bit. It is best if you can tell me what you like. What gets your engine running? Don't think about pain, think about what makes you climax and lay in bed shaking with remembered ardor." He spoke low and watched Shota's eye widen. "The drugs I could use to stimulate your limbic system will take too long to work, even if I knew there were any here. Even had you taken them on that battlefield." His dark eyes shuttered for a moment. "Your leg will die within the next hour or so." His voice was almost hypnotic in tone. "I need you to trust me." Mara frowned and turned away, "Tell me what you like."

"What do you want?" Shota's head was back on his pillow. "What do you need for your quirk?"

"I need testosterone. For this…" He pulled another wad of gauze, making blood start draining, bright red heart blood. "I will need more than you or I can produce cold. Please, do not make us wait any longer."

Kahui's eyes softened. If he himself could not go cold to hot in a moment, Shota could not while in pain and alone. His eyes flicked to Mara, her quirk would have been helpful here, but she respected the laws more than he did. He knew that this was his biggest use of his quirk to date, but what did Shota know? Nothing except two Americans were being crazy while he was in too much pain to do anything about it.

"You need the leg; no one could do the surgery in enough time. It was pure luck that someone had heard of me while you'd been bleeding out on the battlefield." Kahui beckoned to Mara, who moved forward to join him.

"You are strong. I know what happened; what you did to yourself. To save your students, like the girl who brought me to you."

Shota surprised him, breaking Kahui's line of thought. "Women, not girls." Kahui raised his brows. "I like it when dawn breaks and I'm still sluggish and warm in my blankets." His breath shuddered, "I haven't…" Shota shook his head, "I can't."

"That's alright," Kahui whispered as he bent to grab his leg. He pointed at Mara and she took her que.

"You're quite beautiful." Shota transferred his look to her, "My name is Mara. I can help you if you let me, or I can use my quirk on you." Her eyes were edged in moisture. "I'm sorry."

Kahui lay the limb next to the stump. "Not helpful, Mara. I'm ready. It's time." He reached for the tray of medical implements and syringes. He uncapped the first, a strong antibiotic, pushing the sheet higher to reveal his tourniquet, hip bone and lower abdominals. Shota was in delicious shape as a pro hero. Kahui selected his spot, and placed the needle. "Mara will make you feel great if you allow her." He depressed the plunger, and pulled it out quickly.

"Shota," Mara prompted tenderly, "I like that, too. Early morning." She smiled at him, her pink braids slithering over her shoulder. "Warm sheets and the cobwebs of sleep."

His breath trembled out. "Will your quirk hurt?"

"No," Mara assured him quietly. "But if we play it out, then maybe you'll talk to me later." She watched him as she wrung her hands. Kahui sighed loudly, breaking her spell.

"I don't know you." Shota's eye closed and he turned his head away. "If you can help me get to where I need to be for his quirk to work, I'll try not to hold it against you."

She looked away, a radiant blush riding her cheeks. "Sure." She readjusted her gaze. "Please forgive me, Shota." She used her empathic quirk while big blue eyes dripped tears. Mara turned to Kahui and gave a small nod. She walked to the edge of the room. She obviously did not want to watch what would happen next.

Shota whimpered, his eye going glassy with desire. He whispered, his vocabulary reverting back to Japanese. Kahui lay hands on the man, and felt the answering surge that awoke his quirk. He carefully removed all the tape, bandages, and gauze. He positioned the leg and pressed hands into the meat of the severed thigh. His dark eyes flicked to Shota's very evident arousal, and smiled, it was filled with teeth.

"Alright," Shota gave a harsh cry, "there it issss…." The leg was suddenly whole. Kahui's breath shuddered out like he'd just experienced the same orgasm Shota had. He snatched a pair of shears off the table of instruments and snipped Shota's tourniquet. The skin began to suffuse and Kahui sighed in relief. "Blood's coming back."

Mara swiped her teary eyes as soon as Kahui finished speaking. "I hate you." She rubbed her head, and chanced a look at Shota who was out cold. "I hate you so much."

"There's enough in you to try the eye." Kahui's voice was hard. "If you can hold onto your feelings for a moment. You can help him, too."

Mara's cheeks flamed anew, "Fine. He is pretty in his way." She issued a watery smile, "I had a crush on him, you know?" She managed a soft chuff of air. "When I was a kid."

Kahui palpated the eye, "His quirk is emitted from here?"

Mara nodded, "Yes, he erases quirks. I watched him win it all as a First Year."

"Can you twist your own emotions? You're losing it." Kahui gave her a sharp look. "Tell me what you'd do for him on that warm bed."

"I'll fantasize. That's all I can do." She watched the sleeping man, then her eyes closed and her face went soft. Her breathing steadied then deepened, and Kahui felt a twinge of conscience. This was more than she allowed - ever. How adorable. A childhood crush sex fantasy.

He smiled as he felt her hormones surge just slightly. He lay a hand over Shota's eye, and sent his quirk questing for her, and found what he needed. His eyes closed and he pressed on Shota's orbital bone, feeling his quirk engage.

He sagged back, "That's enough. I'm going to pass out."

"Did…" She chewed her bottom lip, "did it work?"

"I'll check him tomorrow. For now, it's probably usable as an eye. That's all I can say."

Mara walked to the door, her eyes shadowed, and opened it to find Kyoka leaning against the wall. Only one nurse was present and she scurried in to see to Shota.

"I may need to translate. I'll be right back to show you to your rooms."

Kahui stopped her just inside the room. "He's as well as can be expected. He will sleep now, just tell that nurse to prepare him for recovery. I want to be apprised of his location and a guide provided tomorrow." He snapped off his gloves and tossed them in the medical waste. He bypassed Kyoka and went to wait beside Mara.

"What is your problem?"

Mara wiped the expression off, presenting him with a blank face, "I know why we work together well. I know you need what I can help you get, and for an injury like that, I am glad I can help. But I can't pretend that this isn't hard on me. I can't forget that another human on this planet will hate me for saving his life."

"Mara." Kahui dropped the arrogance, "You're my friend. Maybe my only one. I know this causes you pain, but he will not hate you. He asked for your help, and you did what he needed you to do."

Kyoka rejoined them and her smile was real and radiant as she thanked them for healing her teacher.

AN/ I must thank xSteleAliniax and Mosevic for making this chapter, this entire story, a possibility. A humble thanks guys. They're both writing so check out their work as well!