Title: 逃げる手 - The Hand That Bleeds
Rating: T
Summary: "I don't want to be a Hero. I want to be a Healer. My Quirk is made for healing, like my mom's, not fighting so I train to fight like a Hero to be a Healer. I want to help others to the best of my abilities." Hisoka Matsushita, raised by her mother and who never knew her father, never could quite understand where the path she would eventually take would lead her to.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia. Boku no Hero Academia is written and illustrated by Kōhei Horikoshi-sensei. No profit was made in the writing of this fanfic.
Beta: jilnachtaugen and Ana-DaughterofHades
Now To Answer Some Reviews:
AubreyKuwata- Heh. Were the chicken tenders good? I hope so. ^^ Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
IcyHeart12- Then here is more! Hot and steaming right out of the oven! Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
treavellergirl- Yeah, her Quirk is basically healing blood. Her mom has a healing quirk - hence the clinic - and her dad's Quirk has to do with blood. One baby later and ya get the healing blood Quirk. ^^ You can read more about it in her profile if you want - it's in the first chapter. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Chapter 3
To The First Day
Location: Hisoka's Room, Second Floor of Matsushita's Home Clinic, Itō, Northeast Corner of Izu Peninsula, Eastern Shizuoka Prefecture, Chūbu Region, Honshu, Japan
Date: March 14, 20XX
Time had passed. Hisoka had been surprised with how busy they had been - from packing to finding a reasonably sized apartment for Fumi and herself. Their parents had come to the agreement that they could move closer to the Academia if they shared an apartment (and if they visited on holidays). The two of them saw no problem with that. They were used to sharing rooms since their childhood sleepovers.
Looking at the final box packed with old memories and miscellaneous items inside her now mostly barren room, she gave a nod of pride as she crossed her arms over her chest. Hisoka was rather excited, to say the least. This would be the first time she would be out on her own. She was lucky to know that her mother trusted her enough to do this. Her mother has always worried about her, keeping her inside the house and close to her more often than not since she could remember.
Hisoka could not blame her.
Her Quirk had been rather detrimental to her health whenever she healed others. Her mother had never been pleased whenever strays would follow her home. She could not have helped it - the worry that she could lose someone precious to her would not allow it to stop. It had only been after she had begun her training that things changed for the better. Now, things were different.
"Hi-chan! Come here, please!" Haru called from the living room.
"Coming," she said, looking around once more before heading out of her room. Once she entered the living room, she asked, "Yes?"
Haru was sitting on the tan couch, smiling as she gave a pat as a signal to sit beside her. As there was something on her left side, Hisoka sat on the other side, giving the elder woman a curious, questioning look.
"Hisoka," her mother began, "you have grown into a beautiful and wonderful young lady and it makes me so proud watching you grow. It's crazy how time flies, Hisoka; I can remember when you were just a little girl - now you're so grown. You have your whole life before you and I want to give you this." Brown eyes widened when her mother had taken off the necklace her father had given her mom, something she would never dare to take off before, without any hesitation. "Turn around." The daughter did as she was told, feeling the coolness of the chain rest against her neck as her mother closed the clasp.
"Mother?" She looked into older, kind eyes on a face marred with lines showing age and laughter before her gaze turned down to the charm she held in her hand. The silver glinted against the light when she moved just a bit, the grooves of the flower carving within the oval metal charm. It was aged, showing a tale of an unsaid past, yet cared for with all the love in the world.
"Your father gave me that."
Hisoka snapped her head back up to the other, eyes boring into them. Father. Someone who had never been there. Someone who she wondered if she would ever meet. Someone who she'd love to punch - maim, cut, kill... a variety of words for mixed feelings - for making her mother cry all those nights. Someone who mother spoke of with endearment and longing.
"Why?" was the only thing she could say.
"He would have wanted you to have it," she answered, embracing her daughter. "He would be so proud of you, Hisoka, to see you today."
She could feel herself tear up, so she closed her eyes and calmed herself slowly, snuggling into her mother's warm embrace. "Thank you," she uttered, enclosing her arms around her.
Haru smiled, holding her precious child close. Oh, how she wished he could see her today. Haru knew he would love her just as they did each other. "Hisoka, there's something else." When they separated, she grabbed the black box beside her and handed it over. "Go on, open it." She grinned happily upon the excited gleam in Hisoka's eyes when she caught what was inside.
"Mother..." Hisoka smiled, admiring the dagger she took out. The hilt and sheath were a dark red with an aged look to it. Unsheathing it, she looked at the blade itself, noting just how sharp the edge really was. The metal lit up when the light hit it. "I love it." Putting the blade back in the sheath, she placed it in the box, putting the lid back on. "Thank you," She hugged her again, "...for everything."
"You are welcome, my child."
Location: Hisoka's and Fumikage's Apartment, Third Floor, Sunrise Apartments, Eastern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: March 18, 20XX
The apartment was small but had a homey feel to it - enough space for the two of them to have separate rooms with shared living facilities. It was theirs. They finally finished unpacking everything after arriving the day before. Before that, there had been sad goodbyes and promises to call once a week between them and their families when all had seen them off. They were given a set allowance each month for food and other necessities until they were able to find jobs and handle it themselves.
Stomach growling, Hisoka saw that time had slowly shifted into the evening. She moved out of her room, passing Fumi's, and to the joint living room and kitchen. "Fumi, are you hungry?" she questioned the taller boy when he came out of his room moments after she passed.
"Yes!" He said, nodding excitedly. Kuro - the name she had given Fumi's Dark Shadow Quirk when they were children - popped out from behind him, the shadow bird copying his nod.
Hisoka snorted, putting on a blue and white apron that she had hung up beside the fridge. "What would you like?"
"Curry," he requested.
"Unnnn." Nodding, she took out the supplies and began to cook.
Location: Classroom 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 3, 20XX
Springtime had come with birds singing and bright flowers blooming, and the first day of high school officially commenced. Fumikage and Hisoka were experiencing a mixture of excitement and nervousness - neither wanting to make a bad first impression. Arriving at their class, the sign above the door had the letters 1-A painted in bold red on it, Fumi opened the door; Hisoka closed it behind her after they entered.
Glancing around, she saw there were only a few people there already: Asui-san - the sight of her there caused a bubbly feeling in her gut - was sitting in the front next to a girl with pink hair and skin. A guy with wild blonde hair who wore his uniform messily was there as well, scowling as he mocked a tall black-haired guy wearing rectangular half-rim glasses who berated him to take his feet off a desk. A few others with varying degrees of strangeness were around.
On the chalkboard upfront was the seating chart. Hisoka was happy with Fumi sitting behind her. Taking a seat, she was between two males - one with red, spiky hair and the other with brown, choppy hair. Looking forward, she saw Asui-san staring over her shoulder with a smile and a wave. Hisoka waved back as the door opened again; another student - one of red and white hair this time - came in.
The red-head to her left decided it was time to say hello to his new classmate. "Yo! I'm Eijiro Kirishima! Nice ta meet ya, partner," Kirishima-san greeted, grinning wildly as he sat sideways.
Partner?
"Hisoka Matsushita..." She muttered, staring at the almost blinding smile. His grin widened before he turned and faced the other person beside him - passing comments easily between each other. Blinking a few times, Hisoka glanced at the muscular male on her other side.
He held a neutral, almost bored look, a head resting on his fist. Catching her glance, he nodded to her. "Rikido Sato," he said nonchalantly. "I am in your care."
"Unnn." Hisoka looked forward again, hands in loose fists on top of her desk.
She stayed silent, observing those around her until the last two students arrived, a freckled, curly green-haired guy who looked ready to wet himself, Izuku Midoriya, and a chipper looking brown-haired girl, Ochaco Uraraka. The tall boy introduced himself, Tenya Iida, to the two, stating something about how the freckled boy got the point of the exam.
"If you're here to make friends, go someplace else," a voice sighed. "This is the Department of Heroics, not social sciences." The door opened wider and a sleeping bag rolled in before unzipping, and a tall, lanky man stepped out of it. His unkempt, black hair hung in front of his face, the lower part hidden a bit from the dozens of loose bands around his neck laying over his black baggy outfit. Tired eyes looked around the room, the gaze almost boring into Hisoka's soul when it had landed on her. "Hmm... It took you lot eight seconds to quiet down. Life is short kids; you are all lacking in common sense. I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta. Pleasure meeting you."
Homeroom teacher?
Oh.
'Well, he has to be a Pro-Hero to. He must be good.' Hisoka thought, biting her lip unconsciously.
He dug into his sleeping bag, pulling out a red, white, and blue tracksuit and thrusting one into Midoriya-san's face. "Wear these. Immediately. And then shove off to the P.E. grounds."
Wow. Such a charmer.
Location: Outside Courtyard, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 3, 20XX
Hisoka had learned the names of her female classmates while they had been changing. They had seemed nice enough - each of them was unique in their own way. Mina Ashido-san was bubbly and excited, wanting to become friends with them all. Ochaco Uraraka-san was nice - a buoyant and lively person. Kyoka Jiro-san was soft-spoken and told Hisoka that she loved music. Toru Hagakure-san, though invisible, wanted to make them all laugh and smile. Momo Yaoyorozu-san was well-mannered and a rather level-headed and calm woman. Asui-san was happy that they were in the same class and exhilarated to see her. Hisoka was just glad she was better than the last time they had met.
Yet... Why did everyone seem to want to call her by her first name? She thought it was supposed to be the last name. Well, Yaoyorozu-san did but the other females had already stuck themselves with either just Hisoka or some 'cute' nickname. Hisoka would just leave it where it was.
When they had arrived with the boys to the P.E. field, she caught a small boy with grape-like hair staring at them with a lecherous expression. He was simply ignored in favor of their teacher as he went on to explain that they were going to do a Quirk Apprehension Test.
Well then...
"What about the Opening Ceremony!? And the Guidance Counselor Meeting!?" Uraraka-san questioned.
Aizawa-sensei sighed, groaning out, "If you want to be Heroes, we don't have time for frilly niceties. You all understand the school's reputation for freedom on campus. Well, that 'freedom' goes for us senseis', too." He went on to list the things they would be doing, "These are all activities you know from middle school, naturally. Physical tests where you were barred from using your Quirk. The country still hasn't gotten around to standardizing those sorts of records or keeping track of average performance levels. Well, that's negligence on the part of MEXT.* Bakugo." He looked at the student with blonde spiky hair who Iida had been arguing with. "How far could you pitch a softball in middle school?"
Bakugo nodded. "Sixty-seven meters."
"Try doing it with your Quirk," Aizawa-sensei said as he tossed him a softball. Bakugo walked over to the circle to pitch. "As long as you don't exit the circle, anything you do is fine. Don't hold back." He stepped back.
Bakugo stretched his arms. "You got it." Taking a step, he launched the ball with a shout of "DIIIIEEEEEE!", an explosion coming off his hand, propelling it through the air.
Die?
Did he want the ball to die or was it just a natural reaction? Hisoka was going more for the latter than the former.
"Before anything else, one must know what they're capable of." When the ball landed on the ground, Aizawa-sensei showed them that it was 705.2 meters away from them. "This is a rational metric that will form the basis of your 'Hero Foundation'."
While the others had thought it would be fun to use their Quirks so freely and how awesome it was, Hisoka didn't like the look the Pro Hero took. But...
"It looks fun, you say?" Aizawa-sensei's tone turned serious and grim; he gazed intently at the group of students. "So, you were planning to spend your three years here having a good ol' time? What happened to becoming Heroes? All right then." His aura filled with warning doom. "In that case, new rule: The student who ranks last in total points will be judged 'hopeless' and instantly expelled."
Hisoka felt dread at the sinister grin the teacher sprouted, gulping when his eyes passed over her.
He combed his hair back with his hand. "Our 'freedom' means we can dispense students as we please. Welcome, to this Department of Heroics!" He saw the looks the students had and his grin grew larger. "If that's a problem, you can head home right now."
No... No. Her hand gripped the necklace under her tracksuit. No! She wouldn't be sent home! Hisoka would not allow that to happen. She already came this far! She would not allow herself to be expelled.
"Expelled?! Go home?! You just can't do that!" Uraraka-san exclaimed. "This is our first day here! But even if it weren't... that's just too unreasonable!"
"Natural disasters... Massive accidents... Ego-mad villains... All kinds of calamities can happen when we least expect them. Japan's now positively drenched in 'unreasonable'." The older man combed his hair back to its original place. "And it's our job as Heroes to reverse it all and restore order. If you were counting on a friendly chat at the local McDonald's after school, that's too bad. From now on, for the next three years, all you can expect from your life at Yuuei is one hardship after the next. This is 'Plus Ultra'; I expect you to overcome these trials and climb to the top!"
Hisoka gripped her charm tighter; her already pale knuckles turned a paper white.
"Now, a demonstration is in order." Aizawa-sensei's smirk turned cocky, making a 'come at me' motion at them. "Time to step up to the plate."
Location: Outside Courtyard, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 3, 20XX
Softball pitch, standing long jump, 50-meter dash, endurance running, grip strength test, sustained sideways jumps, upper body exercises, and seated toe-touch. Those were the activities Aizawa-sensei talked about. (Turned out he was the Erasing Hero, 'Eraserhead'.)
Hisoka tried her best; it was the only thing she could do, after all. Her Quirk healed - it was to help others, not herself. Aizawa-sensei was not happy with her results, judging by the look he was giving her. Fumi had given her a pat on the head. It made her feel better. Fumi always knew what to do to cheer her up.
Then, she watched Midoriya-san, the final student to hurl the ball, send it as far as Bakugo did. She watched as he clenched his finger, grinning, teeth biting his lower lip as tears streamed from his eyes. "Sensei... I... I can still move..." He hissed.
"Wow, he threw that over seven hundred meters!"
"Nice, he's showing us his true power!"
"His finger appears to be broken, just like in the exam. His Quirk is very odd."
Hisoka's trained eye did indeed spot Midoriya-san's finger swollen with pain.
"What is this, Deku!? Explain now, shitrag!" Bakugo explosively roared as he charged towards a shocked Midoriya-san before bandages suddenly bound him. "Ngah! Guh... shit's this cloth!? I can't..."
"It's my special 'capturing weapon', a steel wire alloy woven with carbon nanofibers!" Sensei clicked his tongue. "Jeez, don't make me use my Quirk so much... I've got dry eye, dammit!" He turned and walked away, hair falling back into his face.
Hisoka watched the boy battle with the pain, Fumi grabbing her arm to stop her from healing him. He wanted her to be in top health for the rest of the tests was his reasoning. She decided to follow his reasoning with a small promise to herself that she would help after it was all over.
Afternoon rolled around when it was time for the results. Her muscles were screaming in pain, but it was worth it. (She had to train more - more so it would go past this level.)
"The total is simply the aggregate sum of each of your scores. If I recited all your scores it'd take a million years, so I'll disclose them all at once," Aizawa-sensei yawned, blinking slowly as he clicked his remote and a holographic scoreboard showed up. "Oh yeah, that whole 'expulsion' thing was a lie. It was a logical ruse to pull out your best performances."
Hisoka knew he was having too much fun with this. That grin of his proved it.
Oh.
Hisoka looked up at Fumi. "Really?"
He nodded. "I figured after a few trials. Sensei wanted us to take it seriously."
"Oh..." Hisoka let out a sigh. That was a relief. She looked at the results. She ranked 12. That's wasn't bad. More or less in the middle. It was better than what she thought she did and it was right under Asui-san too!
"Good job, Fumi," she congratulated, beaming up at him.
He nodded, "You were wonderful. I'm proud." He gave her another pat on the head. "Let's g-" He blinked when he realized Hisoka wasn't beside him anymore. Looking up he saw that she was already moving to the green, curly haired boy. He knew it was only a matter of time before they caught his injury before this happened. Hisoka was always going out of her way to help those around them.
"Right. Yup. With that, it's over. Your curriculum sheets are back in the classroom so give them a once-over." Their homeroom teacher took something from his pocket, "And Midoriya..."
"Yes?!" The boy stiffened, back straight.
Aizawa-sensei handed him a piece of paper. "Go to Recovery Girl and get yourself patched up. Since your eyeballs will doubtlessly pop out of their sockets at tomorrow's absurd ordeal."
"Uh... Okay..." He looked down at the paper wondering what it was about. He felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, his eyes widen as he felt something stick itself into his mouth.
He heard the command to drink, something metallic tasting forcefully entering his mouth made him instinctively drink it. He caught black hair and brown eyes staring blankly at him as she watched him drink before she pulled her finger out of his mouth and rewrapped it with the bandage. The others around him, that had yet to move, stared owlishly at the sudden move.
"Uhhh..." He felt a pat on his head.
"You will be fine..." She stated before turning and walking to the boy with the bird-shaped head, his arms crossed over his chest. They walked back together before the girl with hair tied in bow joined them.
"Look! Your finger!" Uraraka pointed out, gasping as the coloring slowly turned to his normal skin color.
He and the others around him watched in awe at the change. Izuku gulped. That was such a cool Quirk. He had to know more! So many questions popped into his brain. He'd have to ask the next time he saw her. "I... Uh... I'm just going to head over to the infirmary..." He mumbled, moving forward with the signed slip in his hand, staring at the healed finger, flexing it and moving it easily. He'd still get it checked out. Just in case.
*The manga says that MEXT is the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science, and Technology.
Author's Note: I'm back with a new chapter~! Yaaaa! -waiting for applause but gets cricket noise instead- ... Ahem! Anyway, hope you liked it as much as I did creating it. ^^ Not much to say here, though. So, I am heading to bed. Good night.
I got more art made for Hisoka! Yaaaa! I just love her so much. ^^ (Just remove the spaces.)
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