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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AubreyKuwata- Who knows~. Who knows~! ^^ Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
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Chapter 11
To Blank
Location: Sports Festival Stadium, North Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 30, 20XX
There had been little people there when she arrived, her breathing rather heavy as she slowly caught it. Hisoka's shoulders slumped as she saw Fumi standing nearby. Tsuyu was close behind her as were a good portion of her own class mixed with the others. She wiped away the sweat she had conjured with her sleeve, taking a final breath to try and calm her heart. She would not have much time before however many would come across that finish line.
Hisoka muttered, "You made it."
"So, did you," Fumi answered, arms crossed over his chest as his red eyes peered over her.
"We all did," Tsuyu said, looking between the two of them.
They were at a standstill, the others not up for talking, as Hisoka took a moment to look around the stands. Her eyes roamed over the Pro Heroes and civilians gathered - the teachers of the school and leftover students, who either choose to or could not participate in the Sports Festival, mixed in.
No sight of her mom.
Maybe she was just not able to come in person. (She pushed down the disappointment slowly welling up in her chest. There was no need. Her mother was a busy person, after all.) Well, there was always the TV option.
"And so, the first game for the First-Years is over!" Midnight said into the microphone, posing with an arm stretched behind her. "Now everyone, here are the results!"
A hologram of the leaderboard popped up, showing forty-six openings, for whoever placed where. One by one each name was revealed beside a number.
Twelfth place, huh...
It was not a bad place, and it even had placed her between Fumi and Tsuyu too.
"Only the top forty-six have earned the right advance to the next round, and I am sorry for the kids who were not able to make the cut. Take heart, though! This Festival's showstoppers are still being prepared so you may all have opportunities to shine," she said as she then licked her lips.
Was she a bit sadist or was that just Hisoka's thoughts?
No.
That look the woman had definitely shown something sadistic inside her. She must be having a lot of fun seeing them like this.
"Now the real fun can finally begin!" She cheered. "From here on out, even the Press Corps will teem in the white heat of excitement, so go all out! Now then, let us see what we have for you all next!" As soon as she cracked her whip, the hologram changed to the slot machine format that had been used to determine the first event. "I already know what it will be, but the suspense is killing me... What could it be!? Well, I'll tell you! Prepare yourselves... Behold!" Midnight waved her hand towards the screen as it stopped, revealing the next event to be a Cavalry Battle.
Cavalry Battle...
Okay. She could work with that.
Overall, they were able to have up to four people per team (with two being the minimum) and go at each other to try and get the points distributed, based on each character's performance. Whoever had the top four scores of points would only be able to advance to the next round.
This was a way to show how one worked as a team.
And apparently, first place was ten-million points.
Everybody turned towards a terrified-looking Midoriya-san. He would be an obvious target judging by those looks.
Poor Midoriya-san.
But now, Hisoka had to focus. They had fifteen minutes to choose, and from how the thinning of the crowd was going as groups were formed, she had less time than what she had thought. Soon, a split occurred in the crowd and she made her way over to Fumi.
Might as well go with someone who knew the other's abilities well enough to help them.
Tsuyu already seemed to have an idea of what group she wanted.
Midoriya-san was standing by himself, shaking like a scared puppy and glancing nervously at the people surrounding him. He was being avoided like the bubonic plague.
"Fu-!" Hisoka tried to say.
A figure suddenly stepped in front of her, breaking her contact with Fumi. Hisoka dug her soles into the ground to force her body to brake just before she rammed right into the male.
Looking up, she looked into tired purple eyes, the same ones from the confrontation she had over two weeks ago. The bags under his eyes was deeper than last time. Frowning, she opened her mouth to ask him to move.
"Hello," the male said simply, his tone flat. That tone of his made the hair on the back of her neck stand, her heart beating uncontrollably.
Hisoka huffed, exhaling out of her nose. "If you could-"
The world went black after that as her brain felt like a blanket of cotton had been pulled over her.
Location: Unknown
"-ot funny!"
Fumi wouldn't wake up.
Why?
"Wa- up!"
Silence...
This was all her fault. She had to do something about all this. There was just so much coming out!
Anything!
She would do anything to help him! (Nothing would come to hurt him if she could help it. Nothing...)
Why?!
This had to do it!
Now!
"Hisoka!"
Location: Sports Festival Stadium, North Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 30, 20XX
"-ird place, Team Tetsute... Wait, huh!? Hey! It's Team Shinsou!? When the heck did you make it so high up!?"
Hisoka blinked slowly, something bumping her shoulder to shake the cotton that had fuzzed up her brain. She felt her body jerk, lunging forward a step as a shiver went down her spine from the blank gap in her recent memories. Flexing her hands, a frown marred her face as she looked at them with a blank gaze.
Looking up, she saw Ojiro-san - the quiet blonde fellow with the tail in her class - watch her with a hardened look on his face. A grey-haired male was a foot away from them, a blankness within his wide eyes as he blinked owlishly.
"Were you..." Hisoka started, eyes narrowing dangerously close. Something happened, and it had to do with that male. Shinsou-san, if she had heard correctly - the very male from last time and this time as well.
Ojiro-san nodded. "Yeah..."
Her fist tightened, the slight sting of her nails creating deep crescents on her palm. She had not known it, but several eyes snapped to her as something deep within her boiled (a part of her had to admit that the boy's Quirk - something along the lines of Mind Control or some form of Hypnosis - had its uses) at being used as she had been.
"Hiso... err... Ma-Matsushita, are you okay?" Ojiro-san looked at her with worry, sweating a bit as if he was straining against some type of pressure pushing down upon him.
Hisoka jerked her neck to stare at him silently.
Ojiro felt shivers go down his spine from the stare he got; something in the back of his mind was telling him to run and hide. Then just like that, it had vanished and every sound that had felt like it was muted was turned up as he could hear once more. The announcement of an hour's lunch break was heard then. The Tail Quirk male let out a breath as his shoulders slumped.
"I'm fine," Hisoka answered, her voice flat as she moved past him. The look in her eyes said otherwise. "I'm fine..." She muttered to herself, eyelids lowering to a half-lidded look as she passed by other students, ignoring the glances she got as she trailed after the students of A-1 - remembering the distance of the lunchroom when she had been...
What had she been doing?
Hisoka had felt like - an eerily familiar feeling from not long ago (something remote from her childhood) - she had wanted to cut, to let it rain the blood of those who had wronged her.
She took a deep breath.
Calm.
She had to calm down and let everything wash away. So, she counted down - something she learned had from her mother when she had let her anger get the better of her - and felt her emotions tie down once more.
She heard Fumi's voice ring in her ear, "Hisoka..." Brown eyes looked up to red ones, worry shining in them. The unspoken question was loud and clear.
Hisoka let out another breath. "I'm fine. Just... tired, I guess," she mumbled, running a hand through her hair, her bangs falling back to their original position in front of her face.
"What had happened?" He had noted the unusual action she had taken during the Cavalry Battle. Fumikage had thought she would have teamed up with him or maybe even Tsuyu to go against each other - which would have been fun - or maybe they could have all been a team. But she had gone with someone else. A total stranger.
Hisoka wouldn't have gone with that right off the bat.
"...I wanted to do something different," was her answer. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat while we can, okay?" Hisoka walked ahead.
Fumi nodded, following after her.
Location: Cafeteria, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 30, 20XX
Lunch began and Hisoka had chosen to get some ramen - all the food made by the Pro Hero Lunch Rush and his team of helpers. It was good though Hisoka could be a bit bias and say that her cooking could be better than that.
Maybe...
Tsuyu sat right across from her, Fumi to her right as they sat together in a corner off to the side of the room. Her class was scattered about, clumping together with familiar faces of friends and students. Hisoka ate silently, the sound of quiet slurping was the only sound she made, eyes focused on the food.
"Congrats on passing, Hisoka-chan!"
Hisoka looked up at a grinning Kirishima-san as he took a seat with Kaminari-san, and few of his other friends took up some of the seats at the table.
"Un..." She grunted, staring blankly at the boy.
Uraraka-san raised an eyebrow, leaning over from the far end of the table where she sat with Iida-san and Ashido-san. It looked like her class was all over the place. Some exchanged looks between each other. They were used to the stoic expression the girl wore by now, the flat tone she had when she spoke - which was not common for them to hear except when she was with Fumikage or Tsuyu - and the quietness she usually had - the occasional smile some would love to see her do more of - yet something did not feel right.
Hisoka ate silently as her classmates chatted around her, giving mumbles of answers to show she paid attention when asked something or another. It was fine like this. She had not wanted to speak much, anyway.
"You alright?" Tsuyu finally asked, nudging her arm to gain her attention.
"I'm fine," she mumbled, standing with the now empty bowl. She set her chopsticks down on the tray the bowl sat on. There was not much time left in the break, maybe twenty minutes if she counted correctly, so she stood with the empty dishes in hand. "I'll be right back."
"Hurry back," she heard as she walked away, giving a wave of her hand that she understood before making her way over to where the dirty dishes station was. Placing them there, someone came up beside her, her shoulders stiffening before lowering when it was just Ojiro-san setting down his own tray of dirty dishes.
Hisoka glanced at him, the tired determined look directed at her, making her blink. "I'm going to quit," he said, voice low.
"I see." Hisoka led him to the side so they were not in the way.
Ojiro-san rubbed his arm, looking away. "It doesn't feel right to me... We got to the top in the last few seconds because of that guy's Quirk. It did something to me when I was going to answer his question. It happened to you too, didn't it?"
Hisoka nodded. "Brainwashing... or some type of hypnosis Quirk," she offered.
"You think so?"
"Yes."
Their eyes connected.
"What are you going to do?
"I am unsure."
"Oh." Ojiro-san's expression turned downtrodden.
Hisoka scratched her cheek. "I want to punch him in the face." Even when she had agreed with herself with the useful way he had used his Quirk, that had not stopped the feeling of wanting her fist in his face.
He snapped his face up to stare at her with wide eyes. "Really?"
"Yes. He messed with my friends." Most of her classmates were more along the line of acquaintances but it would be nice to have more friends.
Friends...
She liked the sound of that.
"We're really friends?" Ojiro-san stared at her.
She tilted her head a bit, giving him a questioning gaze. "Do you not want to be?"
He shook his head quickly, a small smile on his face. "I'd like to be friends." Ojiro-san stood up straight, the look in eyes softer.
"Mashirao Ojiro." He stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you."
She nodded. "Un." She took his hand in hers, shaking it lightly. "Hisoka Matsushita."
"Matsushita-san we were looking for- Oh my," Yaoyorozu-san said, looking over to see the Student Deputy with her hand over her mouth, Jiro-san with a surprised look, and Uraraka with a goofy grin.
Hisoka gave them a raised eyebrow. "Yes?" She let go of Ojiro-san's hand.
Yaoyorozu-san cleared her throat. "I'm sorry if we had interrupted anything but I wanted to let you know that we apparently are supposed to be participating in a cheer battle between the other courses."
She heard nothing of it. "Who told you that?"
What exactly was a cheer battle, anyway?
"Mineta and Kaminari."
Well, at least she knew it was fake.
"He told us he had heard it directly from Aizawa-sensei," Jiro-san sighed, a lazy look expressing her disagreement with the situation.
"I see."
"We need to get to the locker room before the recreational events start..." Yaoyorozu-san stood firm, head held high.
Did she see no suspicions in this?
"Okay." With a wave to the blond-haired student, she was partly dragged by Uraraka-san, an arm wrapped around her own.
She passed her earlier lunch table, glancing at Fumi. When given an inquiry look, Hisoka shrugged as she was dragged away. Tsuyu joined them along the way, and judging by the amused look, she had a kindling of what was going on.
Location: Sports Festival Stadium, North Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 30, 20XX
Noonday break was over.
Everyone went back to the stadium and waited for the Recreational Events that were going to be announced. Soon, every course entered and was met with Present Mic's commentary on the next events.
"Get those foam fingers in the air! It's almost time for the last rouuuund! But before we get started with the final Event, there's some good news for those who dropped out of the preliminaries! In the end, this is a Sports Festival! So, to have everyone continue to be able to participate, we've got some Recreational events in store!" He pumped up the crowd, raising a fist. "We even brought in some cheerleaders all the way from America to get your blood pumping and look how- Hold up! What's this?
"What are they even...?"
"Look at that! What happened, Class A!? Wowza!"
Fumi looked to the left to see girls from his class in similar orange, green, and white U.A. cheerleader uniforms like the America cheerleaders were wearing. He felt his mouth grow dry when he eyes landed on Hisoka, the girl shaking her pompoms in front of her. He tried his best not to directly stare, yet it was strange that they were the only ones wearing the outfits.
He could see Denki and Mineta both giving each other thumbs up from the corner of his eye, all too proud of their accomplishment. Yaoyorozu took notice of the too, shouting with her voice, showing that she was anything but amused.
"Mineta, Kaminari! You tricked us, didn't you? You're gonna regret this!" She shouted.
Fumi sighed, shaking his head.
Hisoka tilted her head, looking at the depressed Yaoyorozu-san being comforted by Uraraka to an embarrassed Jiro-san throwing her pompoms to the ground. Hagakure-san and Ashido-san went with the flow, giving a positive spin on the turn of events as she cheered, waving her yellow pompoms excitedly.
She was really into this.
Tsuyu looked like she didn't care either way. "You knew, didn't you?"
Hisoka shrugged. "Who knows," she muttered looking the other way and waved her pompoms again. It was obvious in the end. Mineta was a pervert, after all. (She was still wondering how Yaoyorozu-san was able to get everyone's size right...)
"Now, have fun competing your hearts out everyone, recreation!" Present Mic said. "And after that, it's the final event! From four teams, sixteen individuals have made it through! They will all be duking it out one-on-one in a tournament-style fighting competition!"
"A tournament, eh? Aw yeah! I'm finally gettin' the chance to appear on the stage that I see on TV every year!" Kirishima-san exclaimed, gleeful excitement in his eyes.
"There was a tournament last year too?" Ashido asked.
Hisoka nodded, while Sero explained. "The Final's always a one-on-one competition, but they switch it up every time."
"Okay everyone, we're now going to be drawing lots to determine who you're up against. So, contestants, we're going to continue with the Recreational Events before beginning the tournament," Midnight said over the microphone, holding a box. "The sixteen finalists from the tournament can choose to either abstain or participate in the Recreational Events if those so choose. There is no problem if you'd like to rest and save your energy. I'm sure you all want to conserve your stamina. So, we'll begin with the first-place team." She began to make her way over to Todoroki-san when Ojiro-san raised his hand.
"Um... Please, excuse me!" He said with all of their eyes focused on him. "I... I don't want to participate."
Author's Note: What should Hisoka do? Quit or fight on? Who would she fight then? What would she do if she quit?
Well, who knows what can happen.
Now then, how have you all been? Was your New Year's good? Mine was quiet but I got to watch the ball drop in New York via TV so that was something and I got to see the clock and date on my phone and computer change at the same time. Exciting, I know but it my personal tradition for the last few years. ^^ I like to start out on the quiet note before all the crazy the year is bound to give. Anyway, tell me what you all did? Anyone get drunk?
Heh.
On another note, I am curious to know from you people, if you could change something on Hisoka's Hero Outfit what would it be? Would you change one thing, or would it be the whole outfit? Tell me! *.* I wanna know what you guys really think!
My first drawing of the year of Hisoka! I've had this in the works since the beginning of her creation. I like drawing them a lot and so usually make one or two for them like this. I hope you all like it just as much as I do, if not more! ^^ (Just remove the spaces.)
Link: nightmarezanez._deviantart._com/_art/_Hisoka-Matsushita-Stained-Glass-Ver-1-724042994