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 19
To The Insanity
Location: Unknown
She couldn't see, couldn't feel...
Those eyes. The red - the hint of red she was for sure were eyes seemed to peer right into her soul - Dangerous.
Then, she fell. She had to run. Time and time again it would not allow her to. She had to do so.
Where was she?
Why couldn't she move?
She had to take her mother and run.
"Mama, what was papa like?"
Everything was wrong. She called out to whoever could hear her. Nothing. Why couldn't anyone hear her?
Nothing at all.
"Well, he's... protective of those he cares for. He trained to help those around him but he..."
"Wa- up! You have to -!"
What was happening?
Where was she?
"Why did he leave?" He made her mama cry!
How long had it been?
Was she going to be stuck in here forever?
"You will be scattered-"
So much red... Nothing but red.
She wanted to hurt something... someone...
She couldn't see, couldn't feel...
(So weak. Something was wrong with them... They felt tired.)
"...And tortured..." (Move... MoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMove!) Then, she fell. She sank into the red - taking everything with her.
"Something happened to him and he never came back. It wasn't his fault, sweety. So, please don't blame him for not being here. You'll be able to meet him one day though!"
"Well, your papa wanted to see you so much -"
(It was dripping all around her... Red. It would drown her if it could right then and there. So much red!) Everything would change back.
She called for help... Why did no one come?
Red.
InSaNIty...
Something grabbed her.
"I just want you two to get along..."
Freeze.
Location: Fifth Story, Abandoned Building, Somewhere in Eastern Hosu, West of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: May 16, 20XX
Hisoka wondered if she was in an alternate world or if this was just what her life was meant to be. That smile... The one that came from the first memories she could actually remember. One that was always reserved for her alone. Yet here it was, directed towards her with a hint of... something she could not describe. But it was the smile her mother currently had on. It was the one she had woken up to after staring at the battered ceiling for who knows how long. A high-pitched ringing in her ear stopped her from hearing what the woman was saying.
She sat up slowly and cautiously, leaning against the wall for support as she caught her breath from the momentary break down her mind had. (She had no weapon. She didn't know where she was. If she was even in Hosu anymore. She didn't know who was around her, either. So many variables to count for with so little time. She was even in chains. Something that most likely negated Quirks. (Hisoka would not be surprised if that was what they exactly were). She felt... helpless... She didn't know what to do... A-Ah. Why... She needed... Wait... What? No. There had to be a way. She could not give up hope right now. She would think of something!)
Brown eyes made sure to have the smiling woman before her within her line of sight as she took in the room around her.
Abandoned...
That was the first word that came to mind and something to be expected when... taken... kidnapped... (teennapped? Heh.) - whatever word used to best describe the current situation she was in. It looked like someone tried to make it clean but failed in a way, yet they tried their best to make it livable... even if it was temporary. It did not stop the shiver going down her spine from a presence not far away. It was the same from that moment - the moment before she had been knocked out.
From them.
Hisoka focused on her mother (at least she hoped it was the same woman), eyes zoning in on the glass of water she had in her grasp. The ringing finally - thankfully - toned itself down and she was able to hear what the bespectacled woman had to say. "You weren't out as long as I thought you would be - which is good - since I'm not sure if dearest's attack would hurt you or not. When I had checked you over, it looked like nothing happened, but one can never be too sure!" Haru fretted about, eyes roaming from one part of her daughter's body to another. "Hmmm... It seems like you're fine. Now, would you like some water? I'm sure you're pretty thirsty."
Her eyes narrowed. Hisoka looked between the water to the hopeful expression her mother had over and over again as she moved her arms a bit. The clinging noise that her chains - on both her ankles and her wrists - made resounded through the air. She wondered if the woman before her was a clone or is someone was using some form of a Shifting or Illusion Quirk to trick her. Hisoka would not put it past whoever it was.
"What age was I when I found out what my Quirk was?" Hisoka asked, voice quiet as her gaze grew blank.
Haru raised an eyebrow, amusement lighting up in her eyes. "A trick question for you, my child. At age four, like most children find out, but you only found out what your Quirk does at age six. When Fumi-chan fell from that tree," she answered and Hisoka sighed silently, knowing it was true.
If only this had been a bad dream...
"Would you like some water now, my child?"
"..."
The elder woman quirked another eyebrow. "You honestly think I'd try to drug you?"
"It's always best to be prepared... because you never know what could happen," Hisoka quoted, staring straight into the brown eyes she inherited.
"I've taught you well," Haru said before she took a drink of water and they waited. "See? Nothing happened."
Seeing that, Hisoka gave a curt nod to the answer and opened her mouth when the glass was in front of her lips. She drank slowly and relished the feeling of cool water rushing down her dry throat, happy to have something to chase it away. Watching her movements, her mother set the now empty glass on the table to the far right - the far left had a broken door taped back together. It most likely led to the hallway, and judging from her location, this must have been a living room at one point.
Haru smiled at her once more.
The air grew tense the longer they stayed silent.
Location: Hīringu Clinic, Nearby Akadia Junior High School, Northern Sendai, Miyagi Prefecture, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 4, 19XX
When he had first met her was when he and his class had a training regimen and a few of them got hurt. He had gotten wind of a nearby clinic that someone with a Healing Quirk was volunteering their time to help out with some of the more dangerous wounds a few of his classmates had gotten recently. Since he was one of those who had gotten hurt - a rather bad break in his right arm, enough to put it out of commission for some time, from what their current school doctor said - he might as well get it looked at. He needed the full function of both of his arms for his style of fighting, after all.
So, when he had come in with a cast on his arm, he was directed to a seat where a bobbed brown-haired, bespectacled brown-eyed, smiling girl wearing a white open lab coat came to his side not even thirty seconds later. A teen - most likely older, maybe a year or two, than him from the way she stood - not very tall either. Thin but definitely female with the body he noted she had. Haru. That was what her name tag read.
"From your uniform, I take it you're from the high school. I can also see you're wounded, let me take care of that," was the first words she had spoken to him.
And all he did was grunt. "Un." He glanced away when she began to look over his arm, red eyes boring holes into the kitten 'Hang in there!' poster and hoped it burned in hell.
Why?
Why the hell not.
"How did it happen?" She asked, voice soft and full of something he had not known, nor had he not really cared about. "...if you don't mind me asking, that is." She smiled at him again, running a hand over the cast when he blinked and blinked again when he saw her take out a knife. His body stiffened, eyes widening just a bit when those brown eyes gained a mirthful gleam.
"Hn." He looked away again when she cut the cast off - not really wanting to see the bruised skin and most likely still deformed arm - and threw it to the side, landing in the trash bin easily; his body still did not relax until he saw a faint green glow that made him turn to stare down at his arm.
"..."
"..."
She smiled brightly at his slightly awed expression as the green energy around her hands healed his arm, eyes widening when the purples, yellows, and reds on his skin slowly shifted to the usual paleness the rest of his body had. He watched as the muscle and bone straightened out. It was only moments later that he lifted his arm, moving his fingers slowly with a calculating gaze. It looked as good as new - like it was never injured.
"Healing, huh..." He mumbled, not knowing he had said it allowed.
Amazing...
"Yup! It runs in the family too," Haru commented, patting his shoulder. "There you go, all healed! Take it easy for the next twenty-four hours, no heavy lifting or training whatsoever, and everything should be good. But if anything else happens, call this number and we'll see what we can do, okay?" The woman handed him a piece of paper. He watched her move about a little more before he was made to leave by another.
To have such a Quirk...
A sharp grin slowly made its way on his face as he began to walk. He had some planning to do.
Location: Fifth Story, Abandoned Building, Somewhere in Eastern Hosu, West of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: May 16, 20XX
Her mother had left, stating that she had to take care of something (Hisoka found it really hard to care at the moment, seeing as this was sort of her mother's fault for her current situation yet she had said to take care because she still loved the woman - she was the one who raised her), and that she should read the book the said woman had given her for now.
Human anatomy.
It looked old and well cared for, and there was a lot of detailed diagrams of the human body within it. Hisoka saw little notes scribbled here and there and taking a closer look made the girl close it - she had not wanted to know that shoving a chopstick into someone's ear was an easy way to kill them painfully - before setting it to the side. She let her head rest against the wall behind her.
"..."
There were more cracks in the ceiling than Hisoka would have liked. She was content with closing her eyes and twiddling her thumbs to keep her occupied for now. Who knew how long she had done that, her mind wandering to wherever it wanted to - remembering memories from long ago or strange dreams dreamt where her imagination tended to run wild - when her eyes snapped open. She felt her body go stiff, her heartbeat steadily raising.
This feeling... Something felt off. It felt... wrong.
It felt so much like back then.
Her eyes roamed the room as her hands twitched, itching for something long and sharp. Something preferably sharp enough to easily cut something - to defend herself with, of course.
"Who's there?" Her quiet voice echoed in the silent room, "Come out. I know you're there." They've been there for a long time it seemed.
Oh, how she wished she had that sharp thing when she saw those red, red glowing eyes peering at her then - the same ones from the picture on the news and the alleyway - just as they were now, and if this was her... father... she could see a sense of semblance from the man. Black hair. Pale skin. (Yet he was tall. She hoped she had at least gained some height from the DNA of this man...)
Ah...
Fate must hate her ever so, to be this cruel, to have such a man as her 'father'.
What was her mother thinking?
"Hero Killer... Stain," Hisoka breathed, her heart beating a mile-per-second against her ribcage.
(Father. Someone who had never been there. Someone who she wondered if she would ever meet. Someone who she'd love to punch - maim, cut, kill... a variety of words for mixed feelings - for making her mother cry all those nights.
Dangerous.
Everything was wrong.
No...
No!
NO!
Something snapped, all things falling into place-
Mama was crying over him again. 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.
"I love you, mama.")
The man who killed so many. What drove him to do that? Hisoka wanted to know. So many questions so little time. She wanted answers.
"Chizome Akaguro..." The man corrected as he crouched down, arms bent on his upper thighs as he tilted his head. "Your father... My daughter." She did not like the look that his eyes gave - the crazed gleam was easily seen even from a mile away (that was what madness was, wasn't it? It felt like it was never going to end. It was unsure, but could one outrun this? Some have said you cannot outrun insanity; it was like your own shadow. It was always there - a constant companion beside them. It was there, mocking them. Mocking her. Soon...) - as he looked over her. The lightning and shadows within the room gave those red eyes a haunting image from her position.
She kept staring into those pits, unable to look away when he slowly raised a hand (almost in a mocking way as it touched her cheek in such a tender moment that could only be reserved for a parent and their parent) and scraped his fingernails against her skin. The cold trail the tip of his fingers left behind had not helped it.
If only she had seen the almost proud look he got when he saw the gleaming red in the younger's murky eyes - the anger was strong in this one - and that only made his grin widen. "I can see it," he mumbled, running a thumb along her cheek. He grew... sad (how a storm raged when it went away) as the red gleam that had slowly vanished from her eyes.
What he saw, Hisoka never wanted to find out.
Location: Unknown
Date: December 20, 19XX
"Come with me, please." His voice held a plea, but his eyes showed that he knew the answer the woman before him would give. He had known right from the beginning - from their first eye contact.
The smile she worn for so many was his alone.
"Yes." She would not hesitate, for she had no reason to look back.
Haru slipped her hand into his, and before she could even breath, she was whisked away.
Author's Note: Well... That was, uh, something. I did not think I'd write it like this. It was supposed to go an entirely different way, but I guess my hands and mind wanted it this way so this way it was to be. Eh, I actually like it this way. What do you guys think? Sigh. I wish I could write more, though, but I've got homework to get done as I've been putting it off for the last few days with personal events - one of them being my mother's birthday and there being two parties for it - and to write this. So, I shall see you all next week!
And I made this too! I know you'll all find it just adorable! (Just remove the spaces.)
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