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:
Ceralyn- Ah~! That is so nice of you. Well, I always do wonder if I make them OP or whatever someone considers to be the current definition of 'Mary Sue' because it always seems to be changing day in and day out! Anywho, I am just happy whenever someone likes Hisoka. I think of all my OCs like my children, so it makes me soooo proud (of myself and of them) when someone likes them. ^^ There shall be more family stuff added too! That should make you even happier! Yaaa! Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
AubreyKuwata- Really? That's nice of you. Thank you very much for making them. Will they be posted on DeviantArt for me to see them? Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
zerom1v- Mmmm, yeah. I just wanna hug him and wrap Shinsou in a blanket and make it all better! Ooooo! I just know her words will have an effect on 'em! I just know it! Maybe it will affect maybe it won't it all depends on the writer a.k.a me! So... Well, yes it will but I am not sure how so let's just see how things are taken for now. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Vedahzii- Hehehe. I know! She is just too adorable not to draw all chibified and all that! Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Lightlyy- Yup, poor guy. Hisoka knew what Shinsou would try to do during the battle and use his Quirk so she would not allow him to do so and she really, really wanted to punch him in the face - which she did and is more than pleased to do it. Now she does not care anymore - the past is in the past - so if she was to talk with Shinsou she'd treat him just as any student. If they were friends? Hmmm... I think he would have to try and use his Quirk to get her out of the battle (if they were to battle each other) and that'd be that. For her own good! Maybe... ;) Anyway, the next battle. Hehehe. Who knows~. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Chapter 13
To Comfort and Love
Location: Second Floor of Matsushita's Home Clinic, Itō, Northeast Corner of Izu Peninsula, Eastern Shizuoka Prefecture, Chūbu Region, Honshu, Japan
Date: December 10, 20XX
There was a time when she could remember the pitter-patter of rain beat against their home in a steady beat. It was a calming sound for her at times, something to listen and fall asleep to or get lost in their daydreams. She could remember waking up one night when she was seven; the sound of rain was soft at the time. She had woken up, some nightmarish dream rousing her sleepy mind from its depth when her young ears strained to hear an almost muted noise coming from her mama's room.
It raised questions in her curious mind.
So, as any seven-year-old child would, they went and sought out what the sound was.
Walking from her bed, she moved across the wooden floor and raised her arms to open the closed door slowly. Creaking open slowly, Hisoka peered out of the doorway and looked around.
Nothing there.
She stepped from her room without hesitation, small feet making their way to the closed door of her mama's room. The tall door felt like it loomed over her as she stared upward. But she was not afraid of it! There was no such thing as the boogeyman! Mama said so! Mama never lied to her! Plus, her mama could be in trouble. So, she pressed an ear to the door, face scrunching about to try and hear if there was anything there. She would go in then.
"Mama?" She called out quietly as she made her way into the master bedroom and looked around. She spotted her mama in her bed, covers knocked off her as they were bundled up on the floor. She covered her mouth with both hands. Mama was asleep. It wouldn't do good to wake her up.
She heard the sound again, louder now.
It was coming from her mama.
Hisoka tiptoed over to the sleeping woman, rounding the bed to see a tear in the corner of her eyes. She tilted her head. Why was mama crying? Was she having a bad dream like she did sometimes?
She made sure her voice was soft enough to not wake her up. "Mama..." Brown eyes traveled down, staring at the piece of wood cradled in her mama's arms. Looking back up the elder female's face, stray bangs stuck across her damp forehead, she slowly waddled the wood out of her arms, so she wouldn't wake up and set it on the nightstand. Shifting a bit, she pulled the blanket from the floor and did her best to cover her mama back up.
She nodded to herself, proud of her accomplishment before turning back to the wood, seeing that it was actually a picture frame. Hisoka frowned, staring at it and picked it up again. Seeing just which picture it was, the frown turned into a scowl - well, as much of a scowl a seven-year-old's face could make.
Mama was crying over him again.
The man who frequented her bedtime stories.
The man who was the other half of mama - her soul mate mama had told her about. (She still did not understand how a soul could have a mate.)
The man who she told her was her 'dad' or 'papa'.
She hated when her mama cried (so a part of her hated the man who was the cause of those tears her mama made) whenever she looked at this picture. She noticed her mama liked to look at this picture a lot.
Hisoka turned to look back at the sleeping woman, giving her a smile she would never see, and muttered, "I love you, mama." She moved from the room, closing the door as silently as she could and made her way back to her own room.
She loved her mama and she would do all she could to make sure she wouldn't cry.
Location: Hallway, Sports Festival Stadium, North Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 30, 20XX
Stretching her arms up, Hisoka let out a deep breath as she walked down the hall that led to where the spot her class was designated to sit at. She walked at a steady pace, knowing it would not take too long to get to her destination, and stuffed her hands in her pockets. She had time to spare. She knew Fumi would win. Should she wait for him?
Hmm...
Nah.
He wouldn't care either way. They'd be facing each other either way. Fumi would keep his word and win this round.
Rounding a corner as she turned right, Hisoka could still hear the cheers from the crowd vibrating even through the concrete structure they used to build the stadium but that had not mattered as she looked ahead. Brown eyes widened at the person before her, shock running through her veins.
Long lab coat.
Half-rimmed red glasses.
Black pants with a blue shirt.
Long familiar light brown hair tied in a loose ponytail that flipped over the shoulder.
The brown eyes so very like much her own.
Thin lips held a kind smile. "Hello, my child," the sweet voice of the woman said as she opened her arms.
"Mom!" Hisoka blurted out, running into the woman's arms. She wrapped her arms around her, feeling the warmth her mother's body gave. She missed her mother's hugs. She looked up, her chin resting against her mother's chest and beamed a smile at her. "I didn't think you'd make it."
"I wouldn't miss this for the world," Haru told her daughter, holding the younger girl close. She offered a smile back down at her as she ran a hand through the messy black hair - the untameable mess must be from Hisoka's father, he always did have hair sticking out - trying to at least attempt to tame some of the stray strands of hair. That bird's nest was always a curse to tame, especially in the morning. The thought could always make her chuckle and it did not help that she had secretly taken pictures of Hisoka's cute morning face. (Those pictures were buried deep away for her eyes only. Only she would see that cuteness.)
"What about the clinic?
"I made sure that it would be in good hands. Tsuki-chan knows what to do." Fumikage's mother had helped from time to time when Hisoka was younger (it was around two or three years after the two children had first met, if she remembered correctly), the unemployed woman stating she needed something to do other than housework so Haru had decided to take her on as a part-time employee years ago. Haru had taught many things to Tsuki, the two best friends found that they easily worked together.
"Unn!" Hisoka nodded, accepting the answer. She was so happy that her mother had been able to make it. Her heart pounded in her chest in excitement. "I couldn't even see you in the stands! Where were you seated?" She asked, stepping back from the warm embrace.
"Up high, near the top of the stadium. I saw your fight. I'm so proud of you, Hisoka," Haru gushed, beaming at Hisoka. She gave a coo at the blush her daughter got, grinning. "You've done well against the boy. Your techniques have gotten better, and I see your speed has increased as well. You have been keeping up with your training, correct?"
The younger female jerked her head. "Yes."
"Good. It's always best to be prepared..." Haru began.
"...because you never know what could happen," Hisoka finished. The motto ingrained within her from an early age when her mother had begun to train her.
"Good girl."
"Un."
They continued to talk, giving updates on what happened and how they were doing.
Haru really was proud of the girl. She was coming along nicely - even if she still had a lot to learn - that would not diminish the effort her daughter gained had over the years. Oh, if only her father could see her now. He would be so proud of her! Well, he was bound to see the broadcast - wondering who the possible up and coming Heros of the next generation could be. He would want to meet her - already figuring out the relation between them easily. (Ah, that man was a genius after all.) She would need to do something about that. And it seemed that fate held the answer to that.
Her mother's phone rang, it was a bright and cheery tune to show the piece of metal required its master's attention, as she picked it up and opened. Hisoka peered at her curiously, eyeing the sudden change in expression.
"Is it work?"
"I'm afraid so," Haru said, nodding as she smiled. "It seems that Tsuki needs me back earlier than I thought."
"I understand," Hisoka sighed, giving a small smile back to her.
"Thank you, my child." Haru hugged her again, pulling her in close and tight. "Say hello to Fu-chan for me and good luck with your next fight." She pulled back, hands on her daughter's shoulders. "I know you will do your very best."
"Unn." Hisoka nodded, determination alit in her eyes as she watched her mother walk away, feeling the warmth of the final kisses and good-bye hugs.
"I'll be sure to watch when I can!" Haru called out, voice echoing as she got further away.
Hisoka waved a final farewell, a smile on her lips as she finally watched the last bit of her mother's lab coat vanish. Hisoka let out a huff, lowering her arm. She was glad to have someone like Haru as her mother.
She really did love her.
Hisoka turned on the heel of her shoe, hands stuffed back in her pockets, before making her way back to where her classmates were.
Location: Class 1-A Seating Area, Upper Area, Stands, Sports Festival Stadium, North Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 30, 20XX
"Where do you see 'fragile'?"
Hisoka stayed silent, the wall hiding her from view as she heard her classmates talk and so a decision was made. It seemed Uraraka-san had lost to Bakugo.
Huh.
Hisoka hoped she was all right.
Why were her feet moving that way and not going to sit down?
Well, she guessed she was going to find out one way or another to wherever they led her to.
Location: Athlete Waiting Room 2, Sports Festival Stadium, North Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 30, 20XX
She passed Midoriya-san, his green eyes blinking at her in surprise.
"I... Um..." He began, glancing everywhere but at her. "Congratulations! You did awesome in your fight! Oh! Good job! I can't wait to seeyournextfightandI'mbeingcalled so... BYE!" He raced off at the speed of sound.
Hisoka blinked, wondering what had just happened.
Did he get nervous around girls?
Oh...
She never got to wish him luck with his fight against Todoroki-san. Well, she would mentally give it to him then!
'Good luck, Midoriya-san!'
Hisoka walked forward, seeing the door to the room her female classmate was in. The sound of crying echoed past it, reaching her ears easily. She reached for the doorknob and twisted it opened, the door creaking open as Uraraka-san was trying to quickly wipe away her tears as she looked up to see who it was.
"Oh... It's just you, Hisoka-chan..." Uraraka-san mumbled, her puffy eyes staring at her. She sniffled a bit, blinking a bit when the Healing Quirk girl made short strides over to her and hugged her.
Hisoka felt arms wrap around her, hands gripping the back of her shirt tightly. Soft sniffles signaled that her shirt would be a bit damp on the shoulder where the taller, gravity-defying girl rested her head. She then took a page out of her mother's book and began to stroke her brown hair like the older woman would do, the comforting move working its magic on the other. That was good.
Hisoka did not like seeing... friends cry. (She was still getting used to that word, the plural of it ringing wonderfully in her mind.) She held the other girl for some time, letting the other let it all out.
"Better?" She asked.
"Yeah," Uraraka-san breathed out, her knuckles releasing the grip she had on her shirt as he stepped out of her hug. Hisoka's fingers slipped from the tan locks.
"Good." Hisoka nodded sharply. "Midoriya-san's fight is up next, let's go watch."
Uraraka-san sniffled again, trying to pull the bit of snot that tried to drip away in some form of escape. "That sounds like a good idea." She was bestowed with a wide grin.
Hisoka looked over the girl then, noting the few nicks and bruises - the bandage on her cheek stood out against her peach skin - here and there. "Uraraka-san..."
"Y-Yes?" Uraraka-san gulped when she saw the glint in the shorter girl's visible eye, one hand pulled at her dagger as the other pulled the bandage off her pointer finger.
"Suck my finger," she ordered, nicking it with the dagger's tip.
"Wh-What?!"
No matter what, Hisoka still got a kick seeing the faces of people when she said that phase. (Not that they saw - the blank expression a natural state for her.)
"There is no room for argument." She used the moment when Uraraka-san opened her mouth to speak, letting the tangy red liquid rush through the girl's mouth. She was forced to swallow the blood, face scrunching in a winch.
Well, she never said that blood was a tasty thing.
She was happy to see one of the bruises on Uraraka-san's cheek vanishing quickly. Good. Uraraka-san was all healed up when she pulled the pale finger from her classmate's mouth, nodding to herself. She gave the girl a pat on the shoulder.
"Let's go. Midoriya-san's fight will start any moment now."
Uraraka blinked slowly, trying to get the gears of her mind going. She felt better than before... She even felt the energy she had lost before return easily. She watched Hisoka walk to the door, opening it. Her Quirk... Uraraka remembered the USJ incident. Hisoka was willing to heal without anything in return, her own health at risk just to make sure everyone was up and ready. Hmmm... She would need to keep an eye on that girl.
"W-Wait for me!" She called out, chasing after her. The distant taste of blood was present in her mouth. That really was a powerful Quirk.
Uraraka decided then, nodding mentally, she would help Hisoka-chan, so she wouldn't worry about her!
Location: Class 1-A Seating Area, Upper Area, Stands, Sports Festival Stadium, North Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 30, 20XX
"Todoroki verses Midoriya..."
Hisoka sat next to Fumi after she had been given congratulations from her classmates on making it to the second round. So, she would be facing Fumi then. Both glanced at each other. She was then given an update on who else made it during her disappearance.
"Where'd you go?" Kaminari-san asked, sitting behind her.
She answered with a shrug, "I was around." Fumi gave her a look. "Mother says hello," she added.
Fumi blinked in surprise. "She made it?"
"Unn." Hisoka nodded. "But she got called back so she was unable to stay. She will be watching when she can though."
The bird-headed boy accepted the answer. "I see."
"STARTTTT!"
Location: Recovery Girl's Branch Nurse's Office, Sports Festival Stadium, North Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 30, 20XX
Well, the fight was... something, to say the least. It was intense. Even when it had not started. Both had strong minds, and strong Quirks. Either could have won and in the end, Todoroki-san was declared the winner, after burning half of his shirt off, as Midoriya-san was defeated via out of bounds.
Todoroki-san had been clever in the beginning, knowing and cautious of Midoriya-san's attack. Midoriya-san had not held back, damaging his limbs more than he ever had before today. They countered against each other - strength against ice and eventually fire.
In the end, they both fought with all their might and Midoriya-san had to be taken to Recovery Girl's Branch Nurse's Office set up in the stadium. She had followed Tsuyu and the others who rushed to where the boy was held, Iida banging the door open as the five of them - Uraraka-san and Minta-san came as well (Fumi had decided to stay behind but told her to hurry as there was little time before their fight even with the break for repairing the stage's total pulverization) - and then she saw his injuries.
She had to bite her lip to stop herself, her right hand gripping the left long sleeve of her P.E. uniform when she heard he had to get surgery. She caught the glare Recovery Girl gave her. "Don't even think about it!" The old lady said firmly, eyes narrowing in a way her mother did when she would get into trouble.
"But I-"
"No! You have a fight coming up. Young Midoriya would want you to fight, not waste energy," she explained as she began pushing her out with the others. "Now all of you go. Go! I need to finish preparing him for surgery!" She moved back, the door closing with a soft click.
The others had exchanged looks when they heard Mirdoya-san say the words "Please... Forgive me..." and it was decided they would go. Hisoka wished she could help but Recovery Girl was right. Midoriya-san would want her to fight with her full strength. It still didn't sit right with her.
Hisoka bit her lip again, hand clenching when Tsuyu called her name. "What will you do?" Her eyes showed she would stand by whatever the decision was. She felt three more sets of eyes on her. The silence in the hallway was deafening.
Hisoka decided.
She took out a veil with a cork stopper from her bag and cut her left palm a second later after moving the bandages away. She would give a little, enough that a few Iron Pills would easily replenish it, but it should help Midoriya more than it would if it was just Recovery Girl healing him herself. Corking the veil, she rebandaged the cut palm.
It would heal in no time.
She knocked, setting the veil on the floor, and walked off as she popped some Iron Pills into her mouth. She half listened to the others talking, shoulders slumping as her heart raced and her body stiffened up. It would take a moment for the pills to take effect, but it'd work out in the end.
Hisoka was just happy that she could help.
Location: Sports Festival Stadium, North Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 30, 20XX
Iida-san had gone and won against Ibara Shiozaki-san, his fight before her own. He had been able to stay ahead of her vines using his legs to race around and dodge them easily. He didn't even have to attack the 1-B student and won by getting behind her and pushing her out of bounds by the smallest bit.
Then it was time.
As they both walked up to face opposite each other, Hisoka could see Fumi had crossed his arms, feet a shoulder-width apart. His red eyes tried to make it their job to intimidate her, but it was for naught - not with having to face the wrath of her mother ten times scarier than this. The blank spiky hair bent over as a breeze came through the arena.
"And for our other competitor! She made quick work on her last battle so it's best not to anger this speedster! Give it up for Class 1-A's Hisoka Matsushita!"
There was a few feet between them. Hisoka looked headon into her childhood friend's eyes. She loosened her hands as the crowd cheered.
"Are you ready for this?"
Hisoka took a deep breath, her body moving into position. "Prepare to lose."
"Ready... BEGIN!"
Author's Note: Hehehe! I love it when this happens - well, when I do it (hate it when it happens to stories I read). Don't worry, you'll get your fight! I'm not that bad. ^^ But you got to see Mama Haru! Isn't that cool? I think so! And get a more structured description of her too! I'm just giving it all away.
So, the Arc is almost over soon - in a couple of chapters shall the Hero Killer Arc begin! You know what the means~! Hero names! Yaaaa! But the thing is, I don't have a Hero name for Hisoka yet... Thought I had something when I first created Hisoka, but it did not feel right so I've been trying to find something that could - nothing yet though. Well, I have a few (nothing set in stone), but I am open to anything.
So, I am opening up a suggestion box! Got any suggestions? Give them here!
I want something related to healing and/or blood cause, ya know, her Quirk involves blood and healing... Imaginative I know... Anyway! I'll have the suggestion box open for... um... until Chapter 15!
So, what do you want Hisoka's Hero name should be?
And who wants to see a picture of Mama Haru?