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 9
To Train
Location: Hallway, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 10, 20XX
After their fourth period had ended and their lunch break began, the whole class was filled with talk about the Festival. Someone must have turned some knob to make the levels of excitement (and shouting in addition to that) rise up to eleven.
Don't get her wrong, she was excited too!
This was a good chance for her, just like anyone else. It was a way to get the attention of others to see what potential they had - for the Pro Heroes to scout possible sidekicks and interns. It was just one of the many steps one could possibly take in their course for the future.
A challenge.
She liked to have a challenge every now and then.
Just like now.
The challenge?
Trying to find All Might and give him one of the last few bags of cookies she has left at her disposal.
Challenge...
Accepted!
She had stepped out of class when the loudness was getting too loud for her - after informing her always worrying childhood friend of course - and had gone on her quest to find the man. Now, if only she could have a hint as to where the gigantic man was, it would make her life just a bit easier. How hard was it to find him?
Harder than she had thought.
Even asking teachers to see if they had seen him or not only helped so much. It still didn't stop her.
So...
She went to find Midoriya-san. (It would have been easier to do that from the start. The Pro Hero seemed to have a special interest in him - didn't stop the fact that their Quirks was rather similar to each other too - and she had not been the only one to notice that.) The taller teen had been talking with his friends near the end of the hallway near the lunch room. Just as she was nearing them, they turned to her and stared at her for a moment.
Hisoka tilted her head, asking as she came to a stop, "What is it?"
"Hisoka-chan! Hisoka-chan!" Uraraka-san jumped to her, smiling with a flushed face. She placed both hands on her shoulders. "Why do you wanna be a Hero?"
Iida-san nodded quickly, agreeing, "Oh! I'd love to know too!" He pushed up his glasses from the bridge that connected each lens to each other. Midoriya-san watched her silently.
"I don't want to be a Hero," she explained simply, blinking at the shocked expressions she received. The reactions she got promoted her to explain further, "I want to be a Healer." She glanced at the sky with a small smile. "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." She then walked up to Midoriya-san, holding up a bag of cookies. "Could you give this to All Might, please?"
"Y-yeah," he mumbled, looking anywhere but at her.
Hisoka nodded her thanks, turning when the others said nothing and went back to the classroom.
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 10, 20XX
Hisoka made a beeline over to Fumi and Tsuyu and they proceed to have lunch on Fumi's desk.
"This will be an interesting experience," Tsuyu muttered, snatching a bite from Hisoka's bento with her chopsticks. "The Sports Festival."
The brown-haired girl narrowed her eyes at the other, a scowl present on her face. "You have your own food."
"Your food is better," she stated, reaching to take another bite when Hisoka's own chopsticks blocked her.
Fumi watched the lightning pass between the two sets of eyes, snorting at the 'fight' happening in front of him. The dramatic moves. The speech between the 'Hero' and the 'Villain'. If it was possible, he would even hear battle music playing in the background.
He took another bite of his lunch happily.
"Unattended fooooood..." Mineta tiptoed over to the girls' bentos while they were distracted, frozen on the spot when he had three stares directed at him. He deflated, shoulders hanging down and walked off.
Tsuyu took the moment take another swipe at Hisoka's food, successfully taking her last egg roll.
"Oi!"
The green haired girl let out an amused "Ribbit" as she looked at her glaring friend happily. As Hisoka opened her mouth, Tsuyu stuffed a sausage octopus into it causing the other to choke for a moment before having to chew on the meat in order to swallow it. Tsuyu still smiled as she was given a glare that the still scowling girl had. She was so happy to have friends.
Soon enough the lunch bell rang, and students returned to their classroom as lessons resumed. All too soon was it the end of the school day and everyone gathered their things to leave.
Uraraka-san, prepared to leave with her two friends, opened the door when she came to a halt. A bit curious to see what had everyone unable to leave, Hisoka blinked at the number of students waiting outside the doorway.
Wow.
They came later than Hisoka thought.
Naturally, the rest of the student body was fascinated by their top opponents for the Sports Festival, and thus decided to state their curiosity by scoping out the competition.
"What the heck?!" Uraraka-san shouted in surprise.
Iida-san held up his hand in their direction, standing at attention. "Do any of you fellow students have some sort of business with our class?"
Mineta-san shouted in protest, holding up a fist and shaking it, "Why are ya all blocking the doorway? I won't let you hold us hostage in here!"
"They want to see who their competition is," Hisoka explained, eyeing the students outside their classroom.
"They wanna see the gang who came through the Villain ambush," Bakugo-san grunted as he made his way past them, his face in angered focus. "They're checking us out before the big battle, asshole.
The smallest in the class pointed at the explosion teen; Midoriya muttered a sorry to the shaking boy, saying that that was his neutral mode. This was his neutral mode?
Hisoka sighed.
"It's pointless to try, so why don't you just fuck off, you goddamn mob." He stopped in front of the doorway in front of the horde of students.
She felt a headache slowly appear. If this was going to be how he always acted, then Hisoka was better to stay out of his way if she wanted this headache to dissipate.
"I came to see what you kids are made of, true, but I didn't think you'd be this arrogant," a voice in the crowd spoke up. A slender male with messy indigo hair and sunken tired, purple eyes pushed his way to the front of the crowd. "Are all the kids enrolled at the Department of Heroics this way?"
No. No, they were not.
As he talked, Hisoka made a note of students either backing away or who seemed to be fearful of him. Did he have a fearful Quirk or something? The more the boy continued to speak the more Hisoka's frown deepened.
Hisoka was no fool. It was true that many students made it into other Departments even when most aimed for the Heroic Department. There were many that would look at them with jealous eyes. But she knew anyone could be a Hero, no matter where they came from.
Would... would she look at them like that if she never made it to the Heroic Department?
Did she really care?
Who knew.
She glanced at Fumi as he came up to her.
Time to go.
Hisoka made her way past the students, walking past Bakugo-san and the General Department students when she stopped, staring up into the same blank indigo eyes such as her own.
"It does not matter which Department you are from, anyone can be a Hero," she told him as she walked past him, the horde parting as she stepped through them. Fumi tailed right behind her.
Hisoka felt the burning stare of others but would not look back. She said her bit. She would not take it back. Instead, she asked, "What do you want for dinner, Fumi?"
"Ramen, if you do not mind," he answered.
"Ramen sounds good, make sure to make enough for three," Tsuyu said, coming up on her right.
"Why? You'd just end up taking from mine," Hisoka muttered, scowling lightly. She turned that scowl when she heard another amused "Ribbit!" come from Tsuyu.
"I'm coming over. I already told my mom that I'll be home late," Tsuyu stated, clicking away on her phone. "And to not cook food for me."
Fumi and Hisoka blinked, glancing at each other because of the suddenness. They've never had any friends over. Well, there was a first to everything. Fumikage shrugged, he did not mind it. He rather liked the fact that a friend was coming over - no matter how sudden it was. Watching the interaction between the two females, he could tell that Tsuyu would be good for Hisoka.
He truly was glad.
Location: Park, Near Hisoka's and Fumikage's Apartment, Eastern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 14, 20XX
Even while they went to class, each student put all their effort into individual training even when they did exercises together in preparation for the Sports Festival. Hisoka was no different. She came up with a training plan for herself until the Sports Festival - both training by herself and with a few friends. It's always nice to have someone to have a mock fight with.
Saturday morning was spent doing stretches and running along the park by herself. She wore a simple tracksuit - something breathable and could contain her sweat easily - and began her stretching exercises before her run. She woke early so there were few people out; a male jogger passed her as she sat on the floor with both feet out in front of her. Reaching out with both arms, she leaned forward and grabbed onto her toes and held for a few moments.
Fumi was most likely still sleeping before he would go out somewhere, doing some training himself. It had been decided between the two of them, outside of class, that they would not train together. It was for that just in case moment if they were to fight each other - which was possible - but the chances were rather slim with how many students were going to be in the Sports Festival. Still, Hisoka could not rule out that option. One could never know (unless that said person had a Quirk to see the future or something) what could occur.
Anything could happen.
Hisoka sat up straight, opening her legs to a right angle, one straight ahead and the other to the side. She leaned forward to her right leg, wrapping a hand around her foot and held the position. She repeated the motion with the opposite leg. Taking a breath, she moved her legs to a ninety-degree position, leaning forward between her legs with a straight back with her arms stretched straight in front of her. Waiting in that position for half a minute, she continued on with her usual stretches relaxing her body into form until she began her run.
Before she moved on, she plugged her ears with some headphones and turned up the music on her phone, cranking it just loud enough to block outside noise but not enough to hurt her eardrums. Hisoka then stretched her arms above her head one more time. Taking another breath, she took a step back on her heel and started to run, breathing evenly as she bobbed her head to the beat.
Location: Hisoka's Room, Hisoka's and Fumikage's Apartment, Third Floor, Sunrise Apartment's, Eastern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 16, 20XX
Hisoka sat on the wooden floor inside her room, the sun already set and stomach filled with dinner made hours before. She kneeled directly on the floor, a pillow tucked under her knees as she straightened her back. In front of her was a cleaning kit* and one of her used daggers sitting over a large pile of newspaper in front of her, she would clean it at home after training with it during the day.
Opening the cleaning kit, she pulled out a nuguigami, a soft wiping paper tissue exclusively for wiping the excess oil and unnecessary dust on the sword, then an older, flannel cloth for a quick cleaning after handling. After that, a bottle of choji oil was sat next to the cloths. It was a superb rust preventive oil and helped quite a bit, unlike clove oil which would cause your blade to rust. Hisoka scowled at that. A simple mistake like that had caused her to lose a dagger when she was younger.
Well, she learned her lesson after that.
Shaking her head, she took the oiling cloth, that would be used to apply the choji oil and the uchiko ball - a finely ground stone powder (a mixture of hazuya and jizuya) in a silk ball - out of the kit. She finally placed the cleaning bit box off to the side before saturating the oiling cloth. She began to clean after removing the blade from the sheath; she let her mind be at ease. It was one of the few times where she could let herself wonder as she cleaned, her hands moving on autopilot from doing the movements since she was young.
Her thoughts turned to the Sports Festival.
She was glad she had been able to find some records in the rather large library (that had like five floors of books and material in there) that had taken longer than she had thought to find. She was able to find a pattern of sorts of the events - each chosen at random from a wheel of chance right when they were going to begin each event. There would be something that would have a one vs. one option at the end of the Sports Festival. One time there had been an obstacle race while another was when they had to do something related to laser tag and find the other person in some type of maze. She even went on the internet and scored a few takes from old alumni from the Academy.
This would be an interesting experience from their usual take on the Sports Festival, to say the least. It put their middle school version to shame. Well, this was the Academy, so she expected that it would be over the top in some way or another.
Hisoka began to wipe the choji oil from the third blade with a clean piece of nuguigami as she wiped it away from the handle to the tip. She ran a thumb along the back of the blade, eyeing to make sure it was done correctly. She repeated the process once more before she moved on.
She wondered who would pass each event, a thoughtful look appearing on her face. Hisoka knew her class; while at the top as Bakugo-san had said, there were many students with useful Quirks and if they knew how to use them just right could actually pull the rug from under them. She would have to make sure to keep herself - and hopefully her classmates as well - from going blind with arrogance.
Maybe.
Who knew what could happen unless that said person had some type of clairvoyance Quirk then that would just be plain cheating. They could see whatever they saw and use it to their advantage, Hisoka just knew it!
Well, let it be said, she could not wait for the Sports Festival.
*I've actually looked up proper ways to clean blades and swords in different ways. While I was going to use the Japanese method - cause, ya know, it's set in Japan - I've found other methods while similar some had differences in them. All of them were fascinating! Still went with the Japanese way though.
Author's Note: Yea... Yea... I know its late. Ugh... I feel so horrible! Damn cold... Why must the cold weather I love so much do this to me?! Why?! -_- No chapter last week because I went out of town with family and now I got sick during the middle of the week so there wasn't much I could do but sleep it off as the days neared the weekend - which was Christmas. Shiny and bright new things distracted me next from writing like I wanted to. This head cold and shiny things are still distracting...
What did all of you get for Christmas?
So much has happened and now we've entered the next Arc and soon enough more drama and all that will happen... Well, at least the next chapter will be filled with more action.
You know what would make me feel better?
Reviews.
I can make reviews soup! Heh.
Merry LATE Christmas and have a Happy Holidays.