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 7
To The Battle
Location: Unforeseen Simulation Joint, East of U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 7, 20XX
So close...
Just inches away yet she couldn't grab his hand. They had been so close before she had been wrapped in the cold darkness. It was as if she was in a dark abyss, forever falling. Her body felt like it was being tossed around like a sock in a laundry dryer, her sight blurred with sweeping colors - shifting from black to colorful. She heard voices and screams echoing in the distance before falling through holes, the colorful openings closing seconds after.
What was happening?
Where was she?
How long had it been?
Was she going to be stuck in here forever?
Ah, it mattered not. Soon enough, a speck of color entered Hisoka's vision. It grew larger, pushing the darkness away before she fell through it high above the area. It felt like she was suspended in zero gravity in slow motion. Her heart was beating against her ribcage as brown eyes widened. Hisoka could see everything below her - the different zones that held little specks of movement.
Fighting.
Sucking in a breath, it had taken a moment to realize that she was falling, the ground - a very hard surface that could very well kill her - and people. Villains were waiting for her it seemed, ready to gobble her up.
She couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. It had looked like she was not teleported to any of the Zones, so it was most likely somewhere in between the Zones.
Hisoka wondered if the area was near her sensei as the ground neared her face. 'Tuck and roll!' Her body moved at the mental command, curling into herself and braced for an inevitable impact. Just as she was feet from becoming a splat on the ground, she flipped, twisting her body around so her legs were up in the air. As she stretched her legs out, she delivered kicks to whoever was nearest.
Landing in a crouch, she sucked in her breath, the impact shaking throughout her body. Her body shivered, standing as she let out a long breath. Opening her eyes, she looked at the Villains surrounding her, ready to attack.
A lanky guy with grey hair covering the upper part of his face came at her with the intent to kill, claws drawn back. She bent backward, landing on her hands, as he flew over her. Hisoka moved into a split handstand, body tight as she took a cheap shot to his family jewels with a swift kick, landing on her legs.
The males within the group wrenched at the move, pity for the fallen Villain. Cracking her neck, she stretched her arms up in the air, eyes cold at the ones surrounding her. She got into position, her Kaiken within her hand.
A purple skinned man with a gas mask rushed in with others following his move. As they moved in, Hisoka clicked her tongue.
Annoying little bugs.
She wasted no time, allowing herself to gather a study number of cuts and bruises as she tried to take out as many as she could as well try to get closer to where her homeroom teacher was. She felt a punch connect with her gut, sending her back as she coughed up some saliva. Rolling on the ground, a groan escaped her, pain racking her body.
"Fuck," she uttered, spitting out a bit of blood mixed saliva to the side. Blood splatter and downed Villains surrounded her. The cocky over muscular one (They must have had a whole lot of milk growing up...) gave a vile grin down at her. She was weaponless, her blade to the left of her just out of her reach.
Well then, what was she to do?
The answer to that question was given by the sudden toss of human bodies raining down on them. Dashing to the right, she rolled to avoid a head-on collision with the rain, able to grab her weapon on the way. The bulky Villain did not have much luck since they were at the bottom at a pile of twitchy limbs and painful groaning humans.
Rain, rain go away come again another day!
Well, that ended quicker than she thought. Yet, just as she had taken a breath of relief, she felt her body freeze up causing him to fall unceremoniously onto the ground. She heard a scratchy crackle, trying to move any of her worthless limbs which was all for nothing. Nothing would move on her command.
'Damn... it...'
"Ehehehehe. You won't be able to move at all when I'm around, girly," the same voice said. A webbed hand gripped her hair, pulling her head up to see a wrinkly face grinning down at her.
She glared coldly. His Quirk must be the result of this - make the body unable to move for an unknown amount of time. That was what worried her the most. She was at his mercy until she could figure out the weakness of this or wait until the Quirk's clock ran out. The hunched over Villain laughed again, dragging Hisoka forward by the roots of her hair. She struggled to move as much as she could, yet the Quirk was still in effect, rendering her motionless.
Location: Central Plaza, Unforeseen Simulation Joint, East of U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 7, 20XX
Her body was pulled along until they made it to Central Plaza, dragged in front where the main group of Villains was. Her eyes widened at the largest of them, their bulky frame sat on a severely wounded Aizawa-sensei, a pitch-black hand holding up his broken arm. The pale, skinny man dressed in black and hands all over his body stood in front of that annoying teleportation Quirk Villain. She mentally winched at the cracking noise as the thing - the Nomu as that skinny man called it - repeatedly slammed his head into the ground.
No...
Why...
She wanted to do something.
She could do nothing.
Her eyes caught the Villain's red ones, a large hand covering most of his face as his head slowly turned to her.
"What is this?" He asked the Villain holding her, head tilting slowly. His voice was like chalkboards and she wanted to shut it out. He moved closer, inspecting her like a curious toddler when faced with something new.
"Just a little girly thinking she could play Hero," the other answered, amused.
The silence was thick, making beads of sweat roll off Hisoka's forehead. This feeling radiating off him felt just like what she had felt the other day. Was this...? The dots connected themselves. This place was supposed to be secure from outsiders. The event that caused the alarm. They, no, he must have infiltrated the school during the commotion! Just with knowing that, Hisoka felt like she had escaped death that day. She had been lucky.
The hand neared her face.
"Weak. Let's use her to take the Symbol of Peace's pride down a notch!"
Was this what it was like facing the Shinigami?
"Leave her alone!"
The hand stopped.
In the fountain stood Midoriya-san, a fist raised at them with a glaring Tsuyu and a frightened Mineta-san. No! They had to run! They wouldn't be able to take them! These Villains were a league above the rest! Her breathing quickened as she tried to get her body to move. They were nearing on them.
Dangerous.
Everything was wrong.
No...
No!
NO!
Something snapped, all things falling into place when she felt her body regain movement (she'd thank sensei after this was over), moving her hand to stab the weasel in the foot. He howled, letting the grip he had on her hair go before she shoved herself up and reared back her arm. "HAH!" She shouted and let her fist fly. The bug flew back and crashed against the ground, his eyes rolling into his head as he fell unconscious.
Move... MoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMove! Move!
She was before the trio in the fountain in the blink of an eye, Kaiken reared back as she screamed, "Get away from her!" At the same time, Midoriya-san moved to punch him from the other side.
"Nomu."
"Eh...?" Midoriya-san blinked, eyes widening.
"Wha..." Hisoka was unable to finish, the pitch-black hand holding onto her arm.
The attacks were blocked. It had not worked! The Nomu's attention was on Midoriya-san, his arm in the monstrous Villain's hold as the head Villain's hands reached for Tsuyu once more, the other reaching for Mineta-san. Tsuyu tried her tongue around Midoriya-san while Mineta-san was crying hard, a hand on one of the purple bulbs on his head.
Hisoka was able to pull her arm out and rear back once more, the urge to draw blood reaching forth. Its claws sunk into her and would not let go. She wanted to slice the man in half. But then, everything stopped, as if frozen in time, when the doors of the USJ burst open, the walls of metal flying over the students near the front and smashing to the ground.
In stepped All Might, "Have no fear for I have come!" He said, voice booming as he tore off his striped tie. He wasn't smiling... This was more serious than any of them could imagine.
Mineta-san exclaimed in relief, "All Might!"
"Ahhhhh..." The Villain sighed, "we got a continue." A mad grin in place. "We were waiting for you, Hero. Or should I say, you 'Hero' Trash." He spread his arms out as if welcoming the other to a grand show of all things.
All Might wasted no time jumping from the front gate, finishing off the group of Villains standing in his way before landing beside a downed Aizawa. Picking him up gently, he moved the man to over his shoulder.
Silence.
No one moved.
"Gah!?" At the drop of the pin, Hisoka felt something latch onto her body and pull her back. Blinking, she was dropped softly on the ground next to her unconscious sensei. She blinked slowly, not hearing what the Pro Hero said before he jumped back into the fray before turning her head when she felt a sting on her cheek and heard her name being called by a worried Tsuyu.
"Hisoka! Get a grip!" Tsuyu's hands were on her shoulders. Seeing the other girl come back to her, she asked, "Are you all right?"
Hisoka stared at her silently, slowly standing with the other female's help. Aizawa-sensei was held up by the boys, worried glances were sent her way.
"I-I'll be fine..." She muttered, eyes lowering. Her body ached, and it felt like she was going to drop at any moment but couldn't allow that to happen. They slowly but surely made their way up to where the students who weren't teleported away were staying at.
There were too many things happening and others needed to be healed. Aizawa-sensei first and foremost on that list. Yes, she wouldn't fight anymore but she would heal. She would help in any way she could.
It was what she was best at.
Midoriya-san stopped, his bangs casting a shadow over his eyes. "Asu...Tsu... yu!"
"What is it, Midoriya?" She halted in her movement, her eyes moving away from All Might's fight to the green-haired boy.
"Take Aizawa-sensei off my shoulders!"
"Sure... But why?" He handed the man over to her, arms slinging over the frog-like girl's shoulders.
His feet were pushing into the ground, reach to take off. He was heading out there! She had to do something!
"Midoriya-san!" Hisoka uncharacteristically shouted, freezing his tensed up body. Head moving robotically towards her, green eyes widened when he felt something stick itself into his mouth. He heard the command to drink; something familiarly metallic tasting entering his mouth made him instinctively drink it.
Why did it feel like déjà vu?
Midoriya felt his energy return, feeling like he just woke up from a refreshing sleep after a long day of work.
"Go!" He was ordered and, so he went, rushing head first into the fight.
Hisoka felt weaker, her energy zapping away quicker than she thought, but it would pass. She would make sure of that. Nothing would get in her way!
They caught glimpses of All Might's fights -explosions and fighting sounds echoing at them. It showed how dangerous the fight was.
They climbed the stairs, Tsuyu and Mineta-san made sure to try to not jostle their injured sensei. Uraraka-san called out to them, the students moving out of their way as they sat him down gently. Hisoka looked around, happy that none of the students were seriously hurt, but No. 13 wasn't looking too good. The back of his suit was shredded, and he had numerous cuts on his back. But he was better than Aizawa-sensei so the man before her was her first priority.
She kneeled, drowning out her worries and the voices of everyone around her - as well as the gasp when the Pro Heroes arrived - right now her focus was needed here. Moving her hands, she began her work. She followed the directions she had learned from her mother, doing what she could as she used what blood she could spare - taking a few Iron Pills to help replenish her blood and energy - to help him and stay conscious at the same time. Enough to begin the healing process but not enough to fix everything.
She worried not at the stares directed at her as she worked away. Some of the injuries she would not be able to heal up but she could help by wrapping those that she couldn't. She whipped away blood and grime from the water bottle she had kept in her pack, placing gauze and medicine on the still unhealed wounds. Taking a deep breath, she moved onto the still conscious No. 13 who was breathing heavily.
"I am sorry, but I am unable to spare any blood..." She muttered sadly, moving to at least dress the wounds to the best of her ability. If she gave any more blood away then she'd be in Morpheus hold.
"Ah... It's fine," No. 13 shifted a bit, "Could you help me forward, please?" He asked in a panic, already pulling himself forward. She did, and he lifted his fingers and made a vacuum, pulling the Villains closer to the teachers that had just arrived. However, he used the rest of his energy in the attack, collapsing to the ground unconscious, giving the Villains an opportunity to escape, both disappearing from their sight.
Now that was over, Hisoka stood up straight.
It was time to look for Fumi, then see if anyone needed any help.
Location: Outside Unforeseen Simulation Joint, East of U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 7, 20XX
After the Villains were apprehended, everyone had been accounted for outside and no one had been seriously injured - except for Midoriya-san. That relieved Hisoka more than she thought. He would be all right with Recovery Girl. She would help him.
Hisoka might not have much longer to stay awake; she just wanted to sleep forever after this was over. Fumi had her lean against him, his cloak gripped tightly in her hand as her coat was in his hold. When he had spotted her outside, wrapping fresh bandages around one of the cuts on her upper right arm, he had the most relief filled expression she had ever seen him have. He would not let her out of his sight or far from his side since then.
"Eighteen... Nineteen... Twenty. Except for the kid with the crippled legs, everyone's pretty much unharmed," the detective said to them, a brown trench coat over his clothes with a matching colored hat.
The students conversed amongst themselves, Fumi speaking with Kirishima-san she glanced over to where Tsuyu was talking with the detective. She tugged on Fumi's coat, pointing over to where Tsuyu and the detective were. "Fumi..."
He was silent, looking from where she was pointing back to her before nodding. He released his grip on her coat. "No more blood," he warned her, eyes narrowing.
She glanced away, the hand nearing her bag falling to her side. "Unn..." She agreed before moving away to where the two were. She shifted a bit, a hand reaching to take a white bottle out of her bag, opening it to take some more Iron Pills. She'd have to restock the bottle soon, Hisoka noted and took out a syringe, making sure that Fumi could not see what she was doing.
She was still worried about Midoriya-san and the teachers. She made sure to draw just enough.
"...or so I've been told. They have all been brought to the infirmary and are being given adequate treatment by Recovery Girl. However, if it wasn't for the on-site treatment Aizawa and No. 13 had received they would have been in worse states."
Just enough to help...
Yes, just enough.
She felt tired.
She couldn't follow what they were saying, a ringing in her ears slowly taking over, but she still made her way to them. It had seemed that they just stopped, the detective turned to face a man with a cat head. They were muttering something to each other.
Ah, it looked like he was going to leave...
She heard the word infirmary.
No!
"Pl-please wait!" Hisoka called out to the man, black eyes turning to her. "Give this to Recovery Girl... Please." She handed over the blood-filled syringe to a gloved hand. "Tell her it's... from... Hi-Hisoka Matsu-sushita..."
The man had a befuddled look but took it anyway. "Okay," Naomasa Tsukauchi agreed, frowning when he saw the girl sway dangerously from side to side. It looked like she was at death's door. "Hey! Are you okay?" He had caught the pale girl before she could hit the ground, still calling out to her.
A bird-headed, frowning boy was by their side instantly, muttering, "Always so reckless..." He then told the older man, "She's fine. That happens when she uses her Quirk too much. After some rest, she'll be fine." He took Hisoka from the detective's grasp, swooping her up in a bridal hold.
Tsuyu made a worried "Ribbit," biting her lower lip.
Tsukauchi blinked, letting the boy go. He seemed to know more than he did. "Okay then." He watched the boy walk back to the group, a few of them crowding around the two. He looked down at the headmaster of U.A., asking, "Do you know what this is all about?" He held up the item he was just given.
Nezu clasped his hands behind his back. "It would seem she has a healing Quirk," he told the other. "Recovery Girl is quite impressed with the effect that girl's blood can do. If you do not mind, could you deliver that after your inspection, Naomasa-kun?"
"Will do, Mr. Principal." Naomasa gave a tip of his hat to the smiling Nezu, the other waving as he went on his inspection. He placed the syringe in a clean bag, giving the students of Class 1-A an inquisitive look. He felt curious about what this new batch of Heroes-in-training would do. It looked like things would only grow more interesting.
Author's Note: I love these characters. They are so much to watch - Anime wise, anyway, - and I laugh every time Nezu is on screen. He's just too funny! Especially his laugh! Makes me laugh every time I hear it! Ha! It was fun writing some new characters too! ^^
Now, sorry that the chapter is a day late (as I usually post it over the weekend with it like 3 AM on a Monday at the latest) but homework comes first. However, the term is officially over, and I'll be on Winter Break (college starts up in January so that's both a blessing and a curse...) and that'll mean more writing - I think... You never know what can happen... Anyway, I'll leave you to your normal activities outside reading my fanfic.
Good night! (Well, it's nighttime for me...)
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