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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Chapter 5
To Know Or Not To Know
Location: Unknown
"Wh-what..."
Silence...
"Hey... wake up... This isn't funny anymore..."
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
"Wake up!"
So much red... Nothing but red coming out.
"Th-there has to be something..."
Something from the other's hand dripped into the other's mouth.
There was a change.
They cut more. More changes. Something. Something was happening.
Good.
Everything would change back.
Yet... Weak. (No energy. Nothing. Something was wrong with them... They felt tired.) They felt weaker now but that had not mattered. As long as something (No! Nothing was... It was dripping... Red. So much red!) was happening then it would be alright! Something dripped from their mouth.
Red.
More dripped. It began to flow around them. The other sank into the red before they could grab them. Everything drowned. So much red then. It surrounded them. The red darkened. They began to sink into the red.
They called for help.
No one came.
Location: Hisoka's Room, Hisoka's and Fumikage's Apartment, Third Floor, Sunrise Apartments, Eastern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 6, 20XX
Brown eyes opened slowly, blinking owlishly at the ceiling as they adjusted to the dark that was still inside her room. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as if it wanted to escape through her chest. The blanket made things extra hot, sweat causing her pajamas to stick to her. She always hated when that happened. She took time to catch her breathing, slowly willing herself to calm down from the dream. It would do no good dwelling on it. The past was the past, after all.
Turning her head against the pillow, black hair shifting with it, Hisoka stared at the digital clock she had placed on the nightstand that sat next to her bed. Red numbers blinked for every minute that went by.
4:37 a.m.
4:38 a.m.
It was earlier than her usual wake up time. Even then there wouldn't be much time before class would begin. She turned to stare up at the ceiling when the minute passed. Who cared how long she stayed like that. It had not mattered one bit. In the back of her mind, a nagging sensation made her stop from drifting off again - rather it was the 'can't sleep in case it wasn't a dream...' or 'can't sleep because I don't want to go back into the same nightmare...'
"Huh..."
It looked like she wasn't going to fall back asleep anymore that night.
Location: Front Gates, Outskirts of U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 6, 20XX
"How does it feel to be taught by All Might?"
"What do you think of the classes All Might teaches?"
"Has All Might told you what his favorite food is?"
Hisoka blinked blankly at the number of reporters hounding questions at her and her fellow students, microphones constantly appearing in front of their mouths and cameras peering down on the students whenever they passed them. They were blocking the entrance, making it difficult for people to get on campus. All the questions annoyed her, the large crowd just more so. She wanted to get to class. So, she grabbed Fumi's arm and pulled him along passed the horde of humans, ignoring every question directed at them.
They passed the gate; a few reporters were asking Aizawa-sensei questions. His unkempt appearance kept on getting criticized as he waved them away. Hisoka watched one of the reports trying to be sneaky and try to get past the infamous 'U.A. Barrier' (a high tech security gate) but their attempt failed and she almost got smashed by the gate.
Fumi snorted at their appendant stupidity. "Let's get to class." Hisoka rolled her eyes, nodding as they made their way into the building with a few strays left behind to either get their three seconds of fame or to watch the overall commotion.
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 6, 20XX
Sensei had looked tired when he entered the classroom, yawning as he placed a stack of papers on the desk standing in the front of the class. He had looked over their evaluations and marks from yesterday's Battle Trial. He berated Bakugou-san's behavior while he warned Midoiya-san about using excuses when he damaged himself.
They all had hurdles to overcome.
Hisoka rested her cheek against her fist, elbow on the desk. Her gaze held a bored look as she listened to Aizawa-sensei's announcement.
"Now let's get on with the homeroom notices... I'm sorry to have to spring this on you all, but..." He trailed off; the class seemed to tense up a bit.
Why?
Was something bad going to happen?
Hisoka yawned, a hand covering it from the world.
"We need to pick a class president," he concluded, his stare hard.
Why did it feel like she could hear a 'DUN! DUN! DUN! DUN!' playing ominously in the background?
She was just not going to question it. Yeah... That was for the best.
The whole class sprung up, raising their hands and enthusiastically offering themselves to be the president of the class. When she looked around, indeed everyone, even Fumi, had raised their hands. While she yawned again, she sighed, wondering about the pros and cons of being picked as representatives of the class.
She rested her head against her arms, hunching forward on her desk, sighing. No one bothered her, too busy squabbling with each other on who should be president.
On one hand, it would be interesting to be a class president of a Hero school; one would probably have all these different kinds of duties. Yet, on the other, she had no intention, nor any desire, to have that type of responsibility. She would rather be in the background, helping behind the scenes. She had never liked the spotlight, anyway.
"Be quiet!" She jumped at the sudden outburst, shoulders hunching over as she turned her head to Iida-san. "This is a task laden with responsibility where you must carry and pull everyone else's weight! Just because you'd like to do it doesn't mean you can! It is a holy office that requires the great esteem and trust of those around you! The only truly worthy leader will emerge from a democratic choice reflecting the will of the people!" He raised his hand dramatically. "Which is why this must be settled by a vote!"
Well, it didn't seem like a bad idea. It had merit and was a rational way for everyone to choose. It was obvious his hand was raised the highest, though.
She lowered her head back down and closed her eyes. Shifting went on around her, people moving to the front of the class. Maybe if she quite was enough then they'd forget about her...
She felt something poke her cheek. "Hey! Wake up! You're the last to vote!"
Darn...
Cracking open an eye, she moved her head to the left, shifting her arms a bit to see Kirishima-san looking down at her. His grin widened when he saw her stare. She felt the class's stares on her.
"C'mon, Hisoka-chan! You're in this as much as any of us! Go!" He nudged her some more until she finally stood. "Don't forget to vote for me!" He exclaimed, winking at her with a thumbs up.
Huffing, she went to the front of the class. A voting box sat innocently on the desk, a pencil and a small slip of paper right next to it. Looking back, she saw the hopeful stares and wanting glares all on her. Well, who was she to disappoint?
Hisoka wrote down a name, folding it in half, and slipping it into the box. Making her way back to her desk, she caught Fumi's eye. Giving him a shrug, she took her previous position, waiting for the results. After tallying up all the votes, they found their female representative to be Yaoyorozu-san while the male was Midoriya-san.
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 6, 20XX
Lunch rolled around sooner then she had thought, the small group of three sitting where they were beforehand. Opening their bentos, though, had brought some hungry gazes to them.
"Oh my god! Those are so cute!" Ashido-san exclaimed, leaning over her shoulder, grinning excitedly. She looked at each of them with bubbly eyes. "Did you all make your own?"
"Hmmm," Asui-san nodded, biting into her food. "I always cook for my siblings so it's usually leftovers for me."
"I make them..." Hisoka muttered, biting the piece of sweet egg between her chopsticks. "Fumi can't cook so I do it." The said teen nodded, biting the apples with gusto.
"Wait?! Fumi?!" Hagakure-san bounced over to them. "Are you two dating?!"
"No," Hisoka blinked, confused for a moment. Why did they go to that conclusion? "We're childhood friends."
"That's adorable!" The two females gushed, clasping hands as they laughed.
Really?
She looked at Fumi, the boy concentrating on his food rather intently. Asui-san's black eyes held a curious look, darting between the two of them while munching on her food merrily. Hisoka shrugged before focusing back on her food. The two talked to them a bit more before they moved their way out of the classroom for lunch with a declaration that they all needed to eat together sometime.
"Ah!" She caught a pair of green chopsticks swiping a bit of her food, glaring at Asui-san as she ate it unashamedly.
"It's good," she complimented, returning to her own food.
Hisoka looked down, feeling her cheeks heating up. "Thanks... Asui-san," she added, a small smile on her lips.
"Tsuyu," she responded without hesitation, taking another bite.
The other female stayed silent for a moment, glancing at her childhood friend. He gazed right back at her. It was her decision in the end.
"Thank you... Tsuyu-san..."
"Don't add the 'san'. Makes me feel old," she grumbled, a faint ribbit sound ending her sentence.
"Tsuyu..." Why did her cheeks feel like they were on fire?
"Hmmm..." She was gifted with a smile.
Fumi stated, "Fumikage."
"Tsuyu," Asu... Tsuyu acknowledged.
She glanced at the clock at the back of the classroom and stood, nature was calling. With a quick mumble of "Bathroom..." to the two, she made her way out of the classroom to the nearest women's bathroom.
Location: U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 6, 20XX
As she came out, the hallway was empty of both human and sound. A large window stood before her; the floor which she was on was high enough to give a clear view of the Academia's closed front gate and the reporters still lingering behind it. They looked like ants from up here, ready to be burned from the sun's rays via a magnifying glass at a moments notice. The comparison made her snort, rolling her eyes at the buzzing reports down below. They would always try and get the story they wanted - some going as far as by any means necessary even at the risk of their own lives for that one story.
Idiotic was what she called it.
"..."
"Ah! Young Matsushita-chan!" All Might greeted from her right, his large grin almost blinding when the sunlight hit it. "Good afternoon!" He even wore a gold suit that nearly matched his blond colored hair with a blue tie to match it. He stuck a classic Hero pose, balled fists on his waist with his feet a shoulder length apart.
"Hello, Sensei..." She bowed her head to him. "Was there something you needed?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Yes! There's something I wanted to say to you!" He clasped a hand on each of her shoulders as he said, "I wanted to thank you for helping young Midoriya."
"You're welcome?" Hisoka arched a confused eyebrow. "I was only doing what anyone else would do."
His grin widened as he let out a boastful laugh. "And humble too!"
What?
Seeing her frown, he patted her on the shoulder. "Nothing to worry, young Matsushita-chan. I shall see you soon! And away I go!" He left in a whirlwind of speed confusing Hisoka even more.
She did not have time to think about it as everything was interrupted by the loud sound of electronic wailing.
"Security Level 3 has been breached," a feminine electronic voice repeated in the intercom, "Students, please promptly evacuate."
Security Level 3?
Hisoka glanced up at one of the nearby speakers, the alarm still wailing. "Uh oh..." That did not sound good.
Not one bit.
The sound of stampeding footsteps echoed around her yet her hall remained empty and then silence. She sucked in her breath, her heartbeat steadily raising. This was strange. Something felt off. It felt... wrong. It felt like it was closing in all around her. It felt like ants were crawling all over her, causing goosebumps to appear. It felt like she was... going to die. She pressed her back against the glass, slowly moving into position but then, just as it had appeared so suddenly it vanished.
She stayed there, looking all around her until she knew nothing was there. It was only then when she let out a sigh of relief and moved forward. Sighing, her shoulders slumped as she brushed her hair back, shaking her head to clear it, and used the sleeve of her jacket to wipe the sweat from her face. Taking a deep breath, she made her way back to class 1-A.
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 6, 20XX
"Are you okay?" Fumi asked when she arrived to the class, walking towards him. She was not surprised to find the rest of her classmates already inside. They were gathered up near the front of the class, Midoriya-san, and Yaoyorozu-san standing in front of the group.
"Un... 'm fine..." She mumbled, sighing as she sat in her seat. Not really surprised that the rest of her food gone, her empty bento lay innocently on her desk. Raising an eyebrow at Fumi, he diverted his gaze to Au-Tsuyu who shrugged. Well, she wasn't that hungry anyway. "What's happened?" She then asked, looking at the excited Iida-san. It was as if he had a pair of puppy ears and a tail that wagged ecstatically for getting what he had wanted most.
"Midoriya handed being class president over to Iida," Fumi explained, "You didn't miss much."
"Oh." Well, if everyone agreed to it then it didn't matter to her. "Okay."
The rest of the day passed with no more interruptions and with more training that afternoon until the last school bell rang, signaling the end of school. Aizawa-sensei announced that they would be doing special training the next day - somewhere off campus that they'd be taken to by bus. They'd get more information about that tomorrow. And so, they all began to leave the Academia.
"Uh... Um... M-Matsushita-san," a strutting, nervous voice called to her just as she was leaving with Fumi and A-Tsuyu (she'd get it correct soon enough...). Turning, she saw Midoriya-san standing with Iida-san and Uraraka-san behind him, holding a shaking notebook. It looked like he could sweat a gallon of sweat right then and there.
"Yes?"
"I-I..." He gulped, eyes darting from side to side before he sucked in a breath, bowing as he raised his voice, "Thank you for helping heal me!" He raised himself back up quickly, his green eyes bright with knowledge and vast amounts of curiosity. "And I wanted to know about your Quirk! Tha-that is if you don't mind... I mean! You don't have to if you don't wanna..." He kept jumping back and forth on sounding like a kicked puppy to an excited four-year-old. Uraraka-san giggled, rubbing the back of her neck while Iida-san pushed up his glasses, a curious look on his face as well.
The green-haired teen froze when Hisoka held up a hand. "I don't mind," she answered.
Midoriya-san smiled brightly, a pencil in his hand as he opened the notebook before he began sprouting off question after question, "When did you acquire your Quirk? How long have you been able to heal? Recovery Girl never explained when she told me! Are there certain requirements that need to be met when healing? Are you able to heal major wounds and minor wounds or is just one or the other? Is it just wounds? Can you heal a sick person? Are you able to heal yourself? How does it affect you when healing others? How exactly do you heal others?"
How he was able to ask that in one breath was a mystery to them all.
Pencil posed to the paper, Izuku was ready to record.
"I acquired it at age four. I heal mostly any wounds that are up to twenty-four hours old. It makes me feel weak if I heal too many wounds or heal one that caused the person major damage. It all depends on how bad the wound is. I cannot heal cut off limbs. I've never healed a sick person before so I don't know; I am unable to heal myself it only affects others. And... I heal others by using my... blood," Hisoka began to explain when the others froze. Izuku paused, head jerking up to stare at her.
"Did you just say... blood...?"
Hisoka nodded. "Yes." A tap on her shoulder made her look at Fumi, his phone raised to show her the time. "Ah! I am sorry but I need to go." She couldn't miss the sale at the local supermarket near them. There was only an hour left! "Good-bye." She gave the boy a pat on the head, leaving with her friends, a muttering conversation going between them.
"Bye! Bye!" Uraraka waved happily before looking at her friend. Sharing a glance with Iida, she waved a hand in front of the human statue. "Deku?" No movement. She tried snapping and clapping her hand but nothing happened. "Huh..." She looked at the Iida. "He's not moving. What should we do?"
Iida thought for a moment before telling the smaller boy, "All Might is going to retire."
"WHAT?!" Izuku screamed, eyes widening. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" His eyes began to tear up. The other two sweat drop as he began to mumble to himself, biting his thumbnail in worry, before he froze, looking up at the others when it dawned on him. "All Might's not retiring, is he?" Iida shook his head. Izuku let out a sigh of relief before he frowned and began writing in his notebook.
Iida and Uraraka shared another look, both a bit amused before following their friend out as he began moving. Nothing ever seemed boring when their friend was involved.
Author's Note: Izuku has found out he's ingested blood! How will he react around Hisoka from now on? Who knows... Well then, read and find out in future chapters! Whenever that happens! Heh. Maybe... Depends on where we go with this. Heh. I think I got him pegged. Heh. You've found a bit more about Hisoka's Quirk too. What do you think? Like it so far?
Ehe he he he... I drew Hisoka again... I hope ya like it! ^^ (Just remove the spaces.)
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