Hello! Welcome to this seemingly new account. I've actually written before on a different account, which I have forgotten the information to. If you can guess who I used to be by my style of writing, then congratulations!
So about this fic. I will be giving it whatever attention I feel like as writing for me is just a hobby. Don't expect consistent or scheduled updates, and you could probably expect me to disappear for months at a time while I'm busy with IRL stuffor working on different fictions. You could also probably expect me to post on my AO3 account @Vitiligo, but that's in the air right now.
Here's hoping you enjoy what I make, because I put the better part of two weeks into this. Thank you and enjoy.
An incessant din of beeping rang in her ears. It kept up at a steady pace, one beep every second at consistent intervals. There it was again. That same loud beep that rang in her ears. Then again.
And again.
And again...
Should she be able to move a single inch she would rip the source of the noise in half. If only her whole body wasn't in so much pain. She could barely open her eyes without the pain of something pushing down. Still, she pushed on, wincing in pain as she forced her eyes open.
To her surprise she found herself in a hospital. She was laying down in a clean hospital bed in an even cleaner white room. She found it hard to look, her eyes blurry somewhat as she tried to keep them open. To her right was an IV drip hooked into her arm with two separate tubes hooked into two different bags. One for blood and one for another for a purpose unknown to her.
On her left hand side was a window. Turning her head slowly she was met with a clear blue sky, clouds all parted into slivers but not fully gone. If she had to wager a guess she was on the fourth floor of the building, given the distance between the window and the ground.
The human world. Only a handful of people could be responsible for Yoruichi winding up here. Either Uryū Ishida or Ichigo Kurosaki would be able to provide her such a thing, and even then why not just go to squad 4's barracks. They specialized in healing after all.
Even then, if this was the human world (which it had to be, given the expansive skyline she could see from her room), she couldn't think of any reason why Uryu – a Quincy – would even consider taking a Shinigami into his father's hospital. The only logical reasoning would have to be that the person who took her in, was Kurosaki Ichigo. The only issue being, his family's clinic only had two floors, and almost no equipment like this in their possession.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Yoruichi reached over to the tubes in her arm and made a move to take them out. Taking care not to damage the equipment or herself, she gently pinched the miscellaneous tube, and made an attempt to remove it. Before she could even pull, the sound of a panicked woman could be heard from the hallway.
"Don't remove that!" She yelled in a panic, rushing into Yoruichi's room like she was carried in by a flash step. In a matter of seconds, almost like she teleported to Yoruichi's bedside she calmly removed the Shinigami's hand from the tube. "I know you must be eager to leave, but please refrain from touching hospital equipment. You could not only injure yourself, but also damage the equipment."
"S-sorry," Yoruichi replied, an embarrassed smile forming across her face. Now that she got a good look at the girl, she didn't look like any member of the Kurosaki family. It wasn't Yuzu, Karin, Isshin or even Ichigo himself. Just some random girl, barely five and a half feet tall, probably not even past her mid-thirties. "Excuse me, but I don't think I've seen you before."
The doctor laughed a little. "I doubt you would have. But I've seen you before. I've gotten to know you for awhile now."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, right." She paused, sitting down in a round, backless swivel chair and rolled it across the room to Yoruichi's bedside. "You've been unconscious for at least a week now. We found you in pretty rough condition."
She had been out for a week? They had found her? By they, Kurosaki had better have been in the mix because the only reason another person should be able to see her would be if they were Fullbringers or Quincies. Normal humans should not be able to see her.
"You had multiple wounds all over your body, from lacerations, to bruises... cuts, puncture wounds, breaks fractures and even internal bleeding." What a list, Yoruichi thought. She never knew Askin could've done so much damage. "Frankly, you still need to be here for another few weeks. If Recovery Girl wasn't here to save you-"
Yoruichi paused at the sudden name drop. "Who?" She asked, entirely confused at the name of her mystery healer.
"Oh, I understand. Recovery Girl isn't all too known among the hero world. While her quirk has garnered her a lot of fame, she doesn't really get a whole lot of publicity-" she was cut off mid-sentence by a confused Yoruichi.
"Can you slow down a bit please. I have zero idea what your talking about."
It was her doctor's turn to look confused. "I'm sorry?" She asked, not offended but definitely concerned. "Recovery Girl. The pro-hero-" she was cut off again, this time by Yoruichi muttering to herself.
"I really must've hit my head something hard, because there is no way this is real."
"Sweetie?" The girl asked, worry building up in her voice. Yoruichi couldn't help but feel like a vain had popped in her forehead. The word itself didn't bother her, but being talked down to like a child wasn't something she was very fond of. "Can you tell me what todays date is?"
Silence filled the room, primarily on Yoruichi's part. "Uhh..." she started, not even sure herself. "March?"
"March..." the doctor pressed.
"Third?" Yoruichi asked. The doctor shook her head. "Fou- fifth?" Continuously she shifted from date to date, one by one, even going over the first two she skipped on her first answer.
Slowly, but surely, Yoruichi was left on the last day of the month before asking, "It's not even March, is it?"
"No," the doctor said. "It's June."
"Oh..." more silence.
"Okay, miss..." the doctor looked at Yoruichi expectantly.
"Yoruichi," she introduced herself, finally.
"Given name?"
"That is my given name," Yoruichi answered.
She watched the doctor furiously draw off the first marking she made then rewriting it just a little further right. She looked up at Yoruichi who had a snarky smile on her face. "Surname, please?"
"Shihouin."
"Okay," she mumbled to herself. "Shihouin, Yoruichi. Date of birth?"
"January 1st."
Silence.
"Year?" The doctor asked. Yoruichi shrugged. "Okay then. Appears to be in her early or mid teens, the current year is 2278-"
Yoruichi's eyes opened wider and wider as the doctor weren't on. It wasn't long until the Shinigami felt the need to speak up. "I don't mean to interrupt but can I use the restroom, I gotta pee."
"Oh, of course!" The doctor exclaimed. "Just give me one second."
Yoruichi I watched the doctor, again, move so fast across the room as if she were teleporting, grab an inward folded chair and appear back in front of the former captain. At this point she may have just been doing that, or it was some kind of advanced flash step. Before the doctor unfolded the object, she could already tell it was a wheelchair.
"You still have some anesthesia running through your body. We can't let you walk on your own for awhile."
The doctor unhooked the IV drip from Yoruichi's veins and proceeded to help the Shinigami to stand. Yoruichi could her legs start to wobble. Whatever they had her under was strong.
Now sat into the chair, ready to 'use the restroom', she was guided out of the door and into the hallway.
The moment she exited the room, three people greeted her with a smile, one she was a bit hesitant to send back. Smiling back regardless, she it hard for herself to take her vision off the tall, skinny man gills on his neck. The man's fingers also seemed to be webbed, and his skin a pale blue color.
Just something to add to the list of nightmare fuel.
Looking up at her doctor, back at the fish monster, and back at the employee again, she felt her mouth move without thinking. "What's up with the fish guy?"
"Oh, he's just a visitor."
"Yea, but... he's a fish."
"That's... just his quirk. Do you have an issue with mutant quirks, Shihouin-san?"
"What's a quirk?" She said without thinking again.
"I'll add that to the list," she heard her doctor think aloud. "Quirks are... think of them like super powers, like the ones from old manga and western comic books. Things such as: Spider-Man, the Incredible Hulk, Aquaman, One Punch Man, The Flash and others like them."
"Is that all?"
"Yes and no," her doctor admitted. "You see, 80% of the planet has a quirk. Something you don't have-"
"How can you tell?" Yoruichi asked, cutting her off. At this point she was just curious, clearly trapped in a dream or some zanpakuto's hallucination.
"Because your pinkie-toe has two joints. Bodies that have quirks are more streamlined."
"So I'm forever doomed to be mundane?" Yoruichi asked with mock sincerity.
"If that's how you want to look at it." Yoruichi could see her her doctor's face twist into forgetfulness, before finally getting struck by remembrance. "Right- as I was saying... 80% of the planet has a quirk. While these quirks can range from cryokenesis* to teleportation (such as yours truly)," so the doctor can teleport, "others can be underwhelming or just strange. For example, Recovery Girl can speed up the body's ability to heal itself by giving you a little kiss on the cheek."
"I assume that falls under the 'strange' category?" The Shihouin assumed.
Her doctor nodded and proceeded to continue. "If we go into the underwhelming category, I once went to secondary school with a guy who could talk to plants."
"Doesn't that fall under both ' underwhelming' and 'strange'?"
"It does," the doctor admitted with a slight nod. "But it's an example nonetheless."
A silence fell on the duo as the rounded the next corner. The restroom was just ahead, past a small group of nurses in scrubs who seemed to be talking to a man in a tan trench coat with a matching colored hat held in his left hand.
He approached the pair with a friendly wave. Seemingly ready to enhance in conversation. Yoruichi spoke before the man got a chance. "I'm about to use the toilet right now, so can it wait?"
"Apologies, it can wait." The man said.
"Right," the doctor spoke up. "Let me help you with that."
"No thanks, I can walk on my own."
"Shihouin-san-"
"Yoruichi," the Shinigami corrected. "Call me Yoruichi. And I can, and will, walk on my own."
Without a chance for her doctor to intervene, she pushed herself up out of the chair with her legs wobbling only slightly. Some feeling was back but not all the way. The moment she was fully standing she was forced to catch herself on a nearby wall.
"Shihouin- Yoruichi-san," The doctor corrected herself in a panic. "I told you, you shouldn't try to stand on your own!"
"Okay, sorry. Help? Please?"
"Here," her doctor said, gently hoisting the girl by her waist and sitting her back down in her chair. "Let's go."
"Officer, could you open the door please?" The doctor asked the man in the trench coat, to which he happily obliged.
Doctor rolled Yoruichi into the single-toilet restroom, all provided with a hand dryer, sink and mirror – to Yoruichi's delight – alongside the toilet. Yoruichi's doctor offered her a hand up, using the other to assist her patient onto the seat itself.
"Okay, I'll be just out here. Call me when you're done."
"Will do," Yoruichi said while giving a smile, waving her doctor off.
The doctor closed the door on Yoruichi, leaving her patient with privacy. She shifted her attention to the detective and the skinny twig of a man who was standing with him.
"May I help you two?" She asked, her head tilting slightly in a form of curiosity.
"Yes. My name is Naomasa Tsukauchi, and this is Toshinori Yagi. We were the ones who called the ambulance to pick her up."
"Oh, so it was you two!" Her voice sounded delighted to meet the young girl's saviors. "I'm Fuyuko Kaneko, Shihouin-chan'sdoctor."
"Pleasure to meet you. Now, you said her name was Shihouin?" Naomasi implored, pulling out a pen and note pad.
"Yoruichi Shihouin, yes."
"And she's just now waking up, I assume?"
The doctor nodded again. "She seems like a nice girl. She's been cooperative so far."
"Good to now," the detective replied with a smile. "Anything you can tell us about her condition?"
Kaneko placed her hand on her chin, going into thought for just a brief moment. "According to Recovery Girl, even with her quirk, Shihouin-chan should still be here for about another three weeks. She had multiple lacerations, several bruises, at least five broken bones, a fractured femur and a large gash across her forehead that had to be stitched." The doctor paused, watching the detective write down information on his notepad. He motioned for her to continue. "She also has amnesia. We talked about quirks and heroes, and didn't have a clue what I was talking about. Oh, and she is also quirkless."
"A quirkless kid survived all of that?" Yagi spoke up. "I can't even think of some kids with quirks who would've survived all of that."
"Her date of birth?" Tsukauchi asked.
"That isn't something I'm at liberty to give. You'd need to ask her or her parents- speaking of," Kaneko said, interrupting her train of thought.
"We haven't made any progress in finding out who she is or where she lives," Tsukauchi replied. "We've put out missing child posts everywhere. On various SSNs, nationwide phone alerts, we're even trying to contact local news stations to help spread the word."
"Coming from the experience of someone who's dealt with similar issues, when children go missing the police are called first. She had been here a week and may I ask, have you gotten any calls from anyone looking for a child matching her description."
Tsukauchi paused for a moment. "You're saying she could be an orphan?"
"At this point it seems highly likely-"
A loud yell from inside the bathroom cut off any conversation between the three adults. "Motherfucker!"
Awkward silence followed by the adults rushing to the door.
"Is everything alright in there?" Fuyuko asked, hand on the doorknob ready to help her.
"Everything's fine, just elbowed the sink."
"Okay..." the doctor replied in a worried tone.
There was no way someone as short as her could have elbowed the sink, she didn't have the reach. Even then, she shouldn't be able to feel much yet with all the anesthetics still in her system. Unless it was wearing off before she woke up or what she had wasn't that strong – both scenarios that should be wrong – she should just barely be able to move her limbs.
Yoruichi wasn't lying when she said she had to use the restroom, but her main goal was to see why her doctors was treating her like a child. First with the 'sweetie' like she was barely twelve years old, then describing her as a young teen.
When she finally got to the restroom and saw that it had a mirror, she internally sighed with relief.
Should she be standing on her own? No, she should not. Even she admitted this, but the mirror was so close and she had to see for herself.
Legs wobbly and numb, arms weak and thin, she did her best to balance herself and push her way to the sink. Each step was careful, as not to make the sound of bare skin smacking against tile floor. Luckily, even if she did make some noise it would be canceled out by the door and the three others talking just outside the bathroom.
Though that didn't silence her cursing when she finally looked into the mirror.
"Is everything alright in there?" She heard her doctor ask from the other side of the door. Yoruichi could hear the door handle move a little, causing her to panic just a bit.
"Everything's fine, just elbowed the sink." It was a piss-poor lie and she knew it. Yoruichi even doubted if her doctor believed it.
"Okay..." she heard her doctor end, in a suspicious tone that made Yoruichi think that she wasn't buying it. It would surprise her if she did.
In the mirror, Yoruichi saw a body she hadn't seen in a long time. Centuries of age gone as if they weren't there. Not even a moment ago from her perspective she could damn well pass for a mid-twenties year old woman, maybe just a bit older. Now? Now she little more than a small child, stuck in a body that would make teaching the middle shelf a hard task.
She couldn't let Kisuke see her like this. She wouldn't hear the end of it. Maybe Ichigo, but then again he might blabber just for the fun of it. Yoruichi would not be the but end of a joke she didn't start.
This did leave Yoruichi wondering however. How did this happen to her? How did she age backwards? It couldn't be Ichibe because as far as she knew he didn't have the power to do that. It couldn't have been Askin because his power revolves around poison. It definitely wasn't the hogyoku, because that was destroyed a long while ago.
Then she remembered Nel, the former Trés Espada. She remembered her story; how she was ambushed, her mask cracked and her reishi constantly leaking out, forcing her body to shrink into that of a child. In all fairness, Nel had a gradual leak over time, her results weren't instantaneous. Still, it made her wonder.
Is that what happened to her? Did her fight with Askin annihilate that much of her reishi? Maybe if she waited it out it would replenish. Or maybe not.
Then there was the matter of the people outside. Who were they? How could they see her? They weren't Quincy, that much she could confirm. She could also easily rule out them being hollows or other Shinigami, from the absence of a hole on their body and an a lack of a shihakusho. This left the only conclusion for her to lead to was for them to be Fullbringers.
But there was one issue with this.
While the other people did exhibit some minor Reiatsu, it was nowhere near enough for these people to be able to see her. At least it shouldn't be.
It had to be some sort of zanpakuto ability. There was no way any of this was real. Did Aizen do it? No, he wasn't anywhere near her battle. Maybe it was a different Quincy who interfered in her battle. There was no possible way for this to be real.
A knock came on the door. "Shihouin-chan, you've been in there for awhile. Are you doing alright?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Yoruichi started moving towards her wheelchair, legs still wobbly from the numbing agent still in her body. "I'm done in here!" She announced, fully sat down.
The door opened, her doctor and the two men from before still standing outside. Her doctor, Fuyuko if she heard properly through the door, grabbed the wheelchair and rolled Yoruichi out of the restroom.
The man in the trench coat walked up to her, kneeled down to face level and introduced himself with a polite smile. "Hi Shihouin-Chan-"
"Please just call me by my first name. Drop the honorifics too." She didn't mean to come across rude, but it looked like the man took offense to her tone of voice. Or maybe he was just confused by the request.
"Okay then. Yoruichi, right?" The Shinigami nodded in confirmation. "I'm Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi. Is it alright if I ask you a few questions?"
Yoruichi hesitated a response. She couldn't be too sure if this was an illusion or not, and even if it wasn't she wasn't sure if she should be freely giving this information away to random strangers. "Sure," she answered with a strange emphasis on the word.
"Thank you for your cooperation." He pulled out a recorder, pressed the button and made a red light on top of it to flash bright red. "When we found you, you were in critical condition. Do you know what happened to you."
Yoruichi could see his eyes start to strain, like something in them had lit up. "I was attacked," she answered semi-truthfully. In truth it was more like a death match, not a random assault.
Seemingly satisfied with the answer, he moved on to his next question. "Were you able to identify your attacker?"
"Yes," she answered. She felt like lying would get her nowhere in this conversation, so she decided to either evade what questions she could, or give vague answers if possible.
"Can you describe this person then?" He asked, pushing for more details.
"Probably half-way dead. I got a few good hits on him, someone else is probably dealing with him now."
Yoruichi could hear him mutter something under his breath. "Male, likely also in critical condition." He paused the recorder to write down the information that was given. "Anything else you can give me?" He asked after unpausing his recorder.
"Not sure," Yoruichi replied, still suspicious of the man in front of her.
'She's on guard. Probably not too comfortable talking about it.' Naomasa sighed impatiently. He turned his recorder off and put it back in his pocket. "I feel like that's as much information I'm going to get out of you. Let's move onto a different topic..." Yoruichi glared at him warily. "Do you have any family?"
Finally, a question she could lean into the amnesia for. If she could use it as a crutch, she would. "Probably."
"Probably?" Naomasa parroted. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know much about this world- or remember a thing about it, whichever one makes most sense. I mean, I was born here, right?" Yoruichi felt like she could lie more comfortably now that the look in the detective's eyes was gone. She still felt the need to be careful though. "It feels like the first time I'm hearing about quirks, heroes and other things like that. So you ask me if I have family, and expect me to remember-" she stopped herself quickly, realizing she was about to sound suspicious. "Well, I was able to remember my birthday and name, so I guess it would make sense I'd remember my family if I had any. Sorry to say, maybe I do maybe I don't."
Yoruichi could only sigh internally, hoping they buy the most roundabout answer of saying 'I don't know'. If anything it might get them off her back if only for a short while.
"Well, Yoruichi, I'm sorry that you can't remember."
"We can keep her here until her wounds are all better," Fuyuko decided to speak up. "She should be alright in three weeks, maybe sooner if Recovery Girl visits regularly. But her memory though..." her doctor put a finger on her cheek. "The brain is a delicate thing. No matter how many times Chiyo-San comes through she won't be able to heal her memory. We'll probably need some psychologists to come in and help, and even then that's not a guarantee."
"What would happen if she doesn't regain her memory?" Toshinori asked.
"What will likely happen is that – if no one claims her as theirs – she'll go into the foster care system," Naomasa answered. He turned to Yoruichi again. "You're positive you can't remember any family."
Yoruichi could only nod, making sure to give a non-verbal response. "So I'm gonna be stuck here for the next few weeks?"
"It seems so," Fuyuko answered. While not visible through her medical mask, the way her cheeks shifted upwards let Yoruichi know that she was smiling.
Yoruichi shifted uncomfortably in her seat a bit, not sure why she suddenly felt a tad bit of paranoia wash over her. "Yay," she sighed halfheartedly.
With a polite and courteous bow, she bid goodbye to the two strangers. They did the same. The farewell was brief and to the point, only a few words exchanged while they lingered only shortly.
That would be the last Yoruichi saw of them for awhile. She couldn't say when she would see them again, if ever, and how much she would pray for the detective to not show up. She felt like she always needed to be on guard around that man.
Several days had passed since then. Yoruichi was already walking on her own, but not without the assistance of crutches. Ultimately her attempts to stand only furthered her stay in the hospital, but only by a few days due to Recovery Girl's interference.
Yoruichi's first met Recovery Girl personally the day after she woke up, and her impressions of the old lady weren't at all negative. If she remembered she introduced herself as Chiyo Shūzenji, but shortly after that stated her hero name. The old lady seemed kind but firm, ready to scold any young idiot who would readily get themselves injured.
The old lady would tell story after story of her hero days, reminiscing fondly about the friends she made. She would tell tales of the various students who would do something so incredibly dumb, that their arm would end up backwards and in need of repair. But that was only when she stayed for long enough.
Currently Yoruichi found herself in the hospital courtyard. She would do little more than walk around and enjoy the scenery. It was nice out today,a bright blue sky with puffy clouds dotting the sky.
Even though it wasn't all at once, it did eventually dawn on her that this placewas no illusion. It was too complex, too elaborate to be an illusion. Wherever she was, was real. The people, the sounds, the sights, all of it... was just too real.
It's the first time she regretted discarding her zanpakuto. Had she possession of it she would be home by now. Just a simple forward push and a clockwise turn, and the dangai would be open.
That only left with the questions of where she was and how she can get back. Can she get back?
Yoruichi sat down on a bench, crutches to her side and staring off into the sky. With the sun behind her she wouldn't be blinded.
As soon as her trance began it was broken. The familiar voice of her doctor entered her ears. "Yoruichi, you have a visitor?"
"Who would wanna visit me- oh." She cut herself of the moment she laid eyes on the man. "It's twig man," she said playfully.
"Been a while," Yagi replied.
"It's been seven days," Yoruichi specified. Her eyes shifted left slightly. Green hair, green eyes, freckles, plain face. "Who's the kid?"
"M-Midoriya Izuku," he answered with a nervous stutter. "It's a pleasure to meet you... um..."
"Yoruichi Shihouin. I prefer to be called by my first name, drop the honorifics."
"Yes Shihouin- I mean Yoruichi-chan- er... Yoruichi..." The Shinigami couldn't help but stare in surprise at the nervous wreck of a boy. She couldn't help but wonder if her was like this with everyone or if it was because he was speaking to girl.
"You okay kid?" She asked.
"He just gets a bit nervous around new people," Yagi answered. "Here." From a few meters away he threw the girl a canned drink. "I'm not sure what you like, so I just grabbed what was most popular with people."
She turned the can to its front to read the name of the beverage. 'Allmight-Cola' it read. She couldn't help but laugh. "I know that the guy who's the number 1 has gotta have an inflated ego, but this is way too much." Her words seemed to deflate the two a bit, but only a little. "I doubt this guy actually agreed personally to this."
"Hero agents can be a real pain in the ass. Always making deals you never agree to," Yagi commented, nice to see someone who finally understands.
Yoruichi cracked open the can and took a small sip. "Not bad. Not the best, but not bad."
"You have a preference?" Asked Yagi.
"Not really. I drink what I like." She took another sip of the drink. "Thank's by the way. So what brings you back my way? And why bring the tag-along?"
"We were actually going to the beach for training. He's trying to get into U.A and I'm helping with his training routine."
"U.A?"
"Oh, right," Yagi said in realization, remembering Yoruichi's amnesia. "U.A is a school for upcoming heroes. As for why I'm here, I felt the need to apologize."
"Apologize? For what?"
"It's just... if I had gotten to you a moment sooner, I doubt you would be here in the first place."
Yoruichi tried to suppress a chuckle, but failed. "It's not like you knew what was going on. Even if you did, you would have been too late regardless."
"What does that mean?" Toshinori asked.
"Just... forget I said anything at all. You don't need to be guilty over something you didn't start." Yoruichi stared back up at the sky, going back into the trance she was almost in before she started.
She couldn't help but wonder, what were the other Shinigami doing in the Soul Society? Were they still fighting Quincy? Was everything over? Maybe something entirely new was happening.
"Anyway, sorry to bother you," Yagi spoke up, interrupting her train of thought.
"Don't worry about it," Yoruichi replied dryly, taking another sip of the soda she was gifted.
The two were about to walk away when a commotion was heard on the floor just above them. Muffled voices, glass breaking, equipment being moved. Not everyone payed attention, only those close enough. When the window opened however, all eyes shot towards the noise.
The voices became more clear, but the distance made them more quiet. The source of the noise, a patient, was facing towards a window. Yoruichi could see in his eyes he was on something and clearly not in his right mind.
"I am Hawks! I can fly!" His voice was heard booming across the courtyard.
Yoruichi could immediately tell this was not going to end well. He began to climb onto the edge of the window while also being pulled down by hospital staff. Yoruichi recognized one of them as one of the male nurses who would bring her dinner. The clearly drugged out patient kicked him in the face, sending the guy to the floor and a tiny blood splatters to appear on the window.
"That's a broken nose," she heard Yagi comment.
With no staff left available to stop the man, either rushing to his location or already fought off, the patient leaned forward and fell.
"Goddamnit," she cursed.
Why she cared to save a man she didn't know was beyond her. Yoruichi wouldn't call herself an altruistic individual, but also wouldn't call herself selfish. She was willing to help others if need be, but someone who was clearly drugged out was better left to those who could do it properly.
So when Yoruichi found herself hanging from her crutch that had been imbedded at least a foot into the hospital wall, grasping the arm of the individual who nearly killed himself, she could only ask 'why'. She was too high up to let the man go or he would definitely break something.
...
Quirkless. That is what Toshinori Yagi was told about this girl. A quirkless girl who looked to have been stabbed, beaten and cut in such a way that even he would need medical attention for. Not to mention the traces of poison in her system that were quickly removed.
No quirkless individual would have survived that.
No quirkless individual should have survived that.
But she did. Yoruichi Shihouin survived what would have been lethal to most people.
Now she's just twenty meters in the air, holding a man more than twice her weight and hanging onto a crutch she forced into the hospital's walls. It all happened in less than a second. One second she was sitting on a bench and the next she was gone.
This girl had a quirk, even though she was not supposed to. He was there when the doctor said she had no quirk. You don't just make mistakes like that. There are only a two situations in where a once quirkless person could ever get their hands on one.
All of his senses were on high alert.
He kept repeating to himself that she should not be able to do what she just did. Not in one million years. Was she working for Him? Did he give her strength in exchange for service?
Is he going to have to tell Izuku about his nemesis now?
But she has amnesia. She can't remember her family, her home. Only her name and birthday. Unless she's lying about it.
Should he give her the benefit of the doubt? Would it backfire.
"Shihouin-chan," He called out to her. "How did you do that?"
"Can you get someone over here first? I can't hold him forever."
Yeah, he should probably do that.
Yoruichi sat in her hospital bedroom surrounded by a mix of staff and police. It was her doctor, the male nurse who had been kicked acting as a first witness, Yagi and Midoriya acting as second and third witness, one other police officer, and Detective Naomasa.
She already didn't like the line up, specifically the very last one.
Yoruichi was already on guard around the strange detective, but now with her suddenly saving the day, he was definitely going to ask about that. She was honestly hoping she would never have to see him again.
Yagi was an unkown, alongside the green haired kid. From what she could tell, Midoriya had no relation to the detective, but Tsukauchi and Toshinori seemed to be on familiar terms.
The thing was none of them had to follow her, but did anyway. From what Yoruichi knew about laws in the living realm, was that witnesses did not need to be all together to be questioned. Or maybe this world had different rules about that.
Midoriya was first, recounting everything up to that point before letting his mentor take over. His story was the exact same as his pupil's, though he wasn't as nearly a stuttering mess.
After those two was the nurse, who gave a different perspective.
Apparently the man in question was picked up by a few officers who thought he may have been on some kind of narcotic. After getting his compliance they managed to get him in their patrol car and drove him to this hospital to get him in a safe environment where he wouldn't hurt anybody. Both of the officers had left for only a short while to pick up on a call for petty theft. After that, he lead the patient to a room where the whole fiasco went down. The nurse tried to get the patient in bed, the patient refused, he thought he could fly, kicked the nurse in the face breaking his nose the process and jumped out of the window.
When Naomasa questioned Fuyuko she merely explained how she just grabbed Yoruichi and wheeled her back to her room. She was on the opposite end of the hospital when the event happened.
Finally, moving on to the hero of the day, Yoruichi was questioned, to which she gave a similar story to Yagi and Izuku.
"I was talking to those two, sitting around and heard some noise from behind me. I didn't think much of it because patients in general can be difficult. It wasn't until the guy decided to jump out of a window that I decided to pay attention." She ended her statement with a sigh, tired and groggy. Yoruichi picked up just a bit just to prevent further questions. "He jumped, I jumped and sped off to catch him. Didn't see anyone else about to act so I stopped him from breaking his legs."
"You jumped?" Naomasa inquired. "You didn't teleport?"
"W-well, I guess that makes sense. I-if she teleported then how would her crutch get stuck in the wall. Something like that can only be done with immense amounts of force and-" Midoriya's ramblings were cut off by a gentle smack to the back of his head from Toshinori.
"Young Midoriya, you weren't asked."
"S-sorry, it's a bad habit of mine."
"Right," the detective noted, granting the green haired boy his attention for only a second before going back to the girl. "So you jumped? No teleportation?"
"It was more like speeding across the courtyard. I'm pretty sure I stepped on air at one point."
"Speed based quirk?" Naomasa thought out loud, looking at Toshinori for confirmation. His friend shrugged in equal confusion.
"So... what now?"
Noamasa thought on the question. He processed each individual piece of information, from the man who had almost died to the broken hospital wall.
"Well, the damages are going to need to be paid for. You managed to break concrete walls which is already difficult. Because they have no way of making you pay for it," Naomasa pointed a pen at Yoruichi, "they'll likely have to redirect some of their funds to repairing the wall and replacing the broken crutches.
"In terms of you specifically, Shihouin-chan, your new-found quirk will have to go into the quirk registry. Luckily you haven't been registered as quirkless yet."
"There's also another can of worms that's been opened," Yagi chimed in. Naomasa looked at Yagi, confused but with some idea of what he was talking about. "The Commission. Normally if you were a quirkless orphan you would just go into foster care, but after what happened today, with as many witnesses as they were, orphaned as far as we know and with a quirk, it won't be long until the hero commissions pop their heads in."
Toshinori clenched his fists at the moment he mentioned them. The commissions. Throughout his entire career he hasn't heard a single good thing about them aside from the fact that they made hawks.
He looked over at Midoriya. This isn't a conversation he should be having in front of him. Not that he wouldn't understand, Yagi was sure that he would, but this was more of a private matter to discuss with Yoruichi.
"I think we're done here," Naomasa said much to Yoruichi's relief. "I'll check back in with hospital staff regularly to see how you're holding up." Yoruichi's expression immediately dropped after hearing that. "Now that everything's in order, I think it's about time we take our leave. Yagi-san, Midoriya-kun, we should let them be now."
'Please,' Yoruichi thought, a long exhale exuding from her nose.
Takoba Municipal Beach, 5 hours later
Toshinori watched Izuku haul a refrigerator across the sand. His movements were becoming less strained and the kid seemed to be taking to his workouts more easily. If Izuku was sticking to the meal plan All Might gave him, he should be ready to move onto the heavier objects on the beach by the coming week. Overall the kid was making more progress than he anticipated.
The irony was blatant, really. A quirkless boy hoping to get strong to protect others. Powerless and told he wouldn't make it anywhere in life by his peers, he sought to prove them wrong. All Might found it funny how the world can work sometimes.
Still, there was that blatant issue biting at the back of his head. That girl from earlier. Her doctor said she was supposed to be quirkless; her pinkie toe had two ligaments and those with quirks were supposed to be more streamlined than regular humans.
The only way someone would be able to be quirkless and have a quirk was to artificially inherit it through outside sources. There were only so few people who knew this information and he could count them in his hand. The only two people who could pass on traits artificially were himself and his nemesis – the same nemesis as all his predecessors.
She couldn't be aligned with him, right? Looking at it rationally she had to be. Quirkless but seemingly unlimited speed. But then there was the matter of her durability. Maybe a passive effect of her speed, or a secondary quirk gifted to her by her possible master.
It was biting at him though. Eating away his mind and security, leaving him in a nervous sweat.
"All Might-sensei?" Midoriya called out. "Are you okay?"
He stared at him blankly for a few seconds, not sure how to answer his question. Would he have to tell him this early? Is there a way to avoid it?
Finally, he opened his mouth to speak. "Young Midoriya, you know what was said back at the hospital was private information, correct?"
"What do you mean?"
"About the girl, Shihouin. About her status as a missing child or potentially being a kid without parents." Yagi motioned for the boy to sit down. "Really, you shouldn't have been in the room for that. Any of it past what was said about the patient she saved, really."
"I understand."
Toshinori gave Midoriya a curious look. "You didn't write about her quirk, did you?I know you like to analyze people and there quirks, so I'm asking."
"N-no, not yet, I haven't had the chance-"
"Keep that page blank." All Might's request had Izuku stunned for a moment. "I just don't know if that's a good idea for now."
"Is everything alright?" Izuku asked, this time with a hint of worry to his voice.
"It's..." Yagi's voice stopped, unsure if he should go on. "Just do me this favor. Please? I don't wanna worry you with the details, it's nothing important anyways." But it was important, Izuku just wasn't ready to know that yet.
"O-of course!"
Maybe he would give the girl a chance. Maybe he was overreacting, or maybe not. Just because he would give her a chance, doesn't mean he would let his guard down. But she was just a kid. Maybe if she was aligned with All for One, she just didn't know what she was getting into.
If he was lucky (or unlucky), he might just get her as a student.
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