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- Okay. I hope everything is better now. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Prince- Fuyu? Why Fuyu? And no, it's more on the flashback side of things but I could see where you are coming from. More Hisoka-Tsuyu hugs will appear! Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Vedahzii- I thought it was obvious to who she's going to be paired with... It's in the Author Notes and up in the description area. And yeah, she'll tell me eventually though Fumi already knows what happened more or less. The last chapter's phone call made it known to him what happened more or less. ^^ Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Chapter 24
To Give
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: May 25, 20XX
It was a nice Friday - a steady wind had blown all day, rustling the healthy, green leaves on the trees and the colorful, blooming flowers. Birds sang songs and people went about their day. Heroes would save, and Villains would fight. A typical day if one would say, actually. Hisoka sat with her small group - it was growing by one as Ojiro-san would join them most days if he was not eating with Hagakure-san like today - eating their meals on the desk within their class. Hisoka had not batted an eye when Tsuyu had swiped one of her eggrolls (having made more than she would usually make nowadays) while she munched on some of the meat she had in her own bento.
It wasn't just her though.
At one point, it seemed a few of her other classmates liked to swipe food from her plate as well. So, making more was an obvious answer if she wanted to have any food left for herself.
An eye for an eye as they say. Well, food for food in this case.
Why didn't she stop them?
Hisoka was delighted when others enjoyed eating her food. She had for many years now. Brown eyes looked up when she heard her name called, breaking her mind away from her current thoughts.
"Mmmhhh?" She hummed, tilting her head as she glanced at the others.
"What do you say to a study group for the end-of-term exam?" Ojiro-san repeated, looking at her with a smile. "Sensei had said that everything he goes over will be on the test."
Hisoka nodded with a jerk of her head. "It sounds like a good idea."
Fumi agreed with a thumbs up as he had his mouth full.
"I like it!" Tsuyu said, "What days do you think we should do it?"
"The weekends are usually an appropriate time and maybe some time after school might be good as well." Ojiro-san had a thoughtful look.
Hisoka and Fumi shared a glance. "If you don't mind, we could have it in our apartment," Hisoka offered before also suggesting, "And meet up once a week. On the day we do, we could go over what was taught that week.
"Good idea!" Tsuyu's smile made her feel warm inside. (Why? She wanted to know but she kept her mouth shut, focusing on other things. A time would come later for that answer.)
Ojiro-san said, "Sounds like a plan."
"What sounds like a plan?" They looked up to see Midoriya-san coming up to them with Uraraka-san and Iida-san trailing behind him.
"We're trying to figure out what days would be best for our study group."
"Oh! Oh! Can I join?" Uraraka-san popped up, one arm raised in the air as the other was on the desk. "Please!"
Iida-san pushed up his glasses. "It would be nice to study in a group. I know there are many pros to studying in groups! If you do not mind, I would love to join in your study group gatherings as well."
"Could I join too?" Midoriya-san asked, smiling nervously. "It'd be nice if we all could hang out too..."
Well, she had not expected that. (Was it good to be this excited to have so many friends over? It was the first time this has happened to her... And Fumi. He looked so happy - well, his eyes showed it. He was never one to show many emotions on his face. But Hisoka knew. He was happy to have more friends. Good. That made her happier. This tingling feeling was weird. A good weird but still weird.)
It was agreed upon in the end. Correspondence would be easier as they made sure each of them had each person's number when they decided on what day their first group study session would be on. They would help each other whenever it was possible.
Location: Living Room, Hisoka's and Fumikage's Apartment, Third Floor, Sunrise Apartment's, Eastern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: May 27, 20XX
They ate in silence, a simple curry dish for dinner tonight. Silverware clinking against plates and food being eaten were the only sounds for some time until Hisoka opened her mouth, "I'm going to visit my mother tomorrow."
Fumi stopped dead, raising his head as he stared with narrowed red eyes, as he lowered the spoon back to the place. "Hisoka..." He began, voice hard.
Hisoka lowered her own spoon to the half-eaten food. "I still love her even after what's happened." Her eyes never strayed from his.
"Still," he hissed, glaring down at his food.
She scooped up a bit of food and stuck it in her mouth, eating it slowly. "I want to see her," the black-haired girl said after that.
"..."
"She will always be my mother, no matter what happens."
Fumi sighed, "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes." Hisoka nodded.
"I'm coming with you," he declared after a moment.
Hisoka stated, her gaze in his direction, "No."
His voice gained a warning tone, "Hisoka."
"I'm going alone, Fumi."
"Hi-"
Hisoka slammed a hand on the table. "I'm going alone!"
"..."
"Fumikage... please..." A hand gripped the necklace hidden underneath her shirt. "Just let me do this."
He had not answered, focusing more on his food. Hisoka's shoulders slumped, as she returned to her curry. When each was finished, Hisoka stood and took the cutlery to the kitchen, placing them in the skin to be cleaned either later that evening or tomorrow morning. She returned, standing behind her chair, and stared blankly at his sitting form.
"Fine," he answered as he rose from his chair to stand in front of her. Opening his arm, he wrapped them around her and pulled her close to him.
"Fumi..."
"I want you to try and be back before five," he mumbled in her ear.
Hisoka smiled, wrapping her arms around him. "Un."
Location: Front Desk, Tokyo Metropolitan Matsuzawa Hospital, Kamikitazawa, Setagaya Ward, Eastern Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: May 28, 20XX
The morning had come sooner than she had thought, her mind to active too get a full night's rest. She ended up leaving the apartment when it was almost eleven, making her way towards Kamikitazawa. It took almost an hour to get there, even by train. On the way, Hisoka spotted a flower shop and after a moment's thought bought some - a mixture of frangipanis and salvias - for her mother.
She entered the four-story building soon enough, heading towards the front desk. A green-haired man with brown eyes and sharp, shark teeth smiled at her when she did. "How may I help you today?" His name tag read Ryunosuke Kajiwara.
"I'm here to visit someone," Hisoka answered, "Her name is Haru Matsushita."
He typed a bit on the computer in front of him. "And what would your relationship with her be?"
"I am her daughter, Hisoka Matsushita."
After a few more questions, some forms to fill out, and her flowers inspected - a precaution she was told - she was given a visitor's badge (and her flowers back) and was told the room number and given some directions.
Location: Haru's Room, Third Floor, Tokyo Metropolitan Matsuzawa Hospital, Kamikitazawa, Setagaya Ward, Eastern Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: May 28, 20XX
She followed what the man told her and soon arrived at the closed door to the room that held her mother. She stared at the white door with the number 302 decked out in silver; a nameplate next to it showed that it was the correct one. Taking a deep breath, she placed a hand on the handle and opened it, not looking back (or else she would never be able to face the older woman). Stepping inside, she saw the room was done in soft colors, mostly white, with a bed in one corner and a dresser in another. There were two paintings, one of the sea and another of a forest, hanging on the right side of the room. Under the barred window was a small table with an empty vase and two chairs. Sitting in that chair was her mother.
"Hello mother," she greeted the brown-eyed woman who slowly turned her head from looking out the window towards her. She held a dazed expression. "I've brought some flowers for you."
"They're beautiful..." She said, voice soft and airy, as Hisoka unwrapped them and placed them in the vase.
"Ah." Hisoka sat in the other chair. "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing wonderful, my child..."
"That's good." Hisoka gave her a small smile, hands clasped in her lap. "Have they been treating you well here?"
"Yes, my child."
"Have you made any new friends?"
"Maybe, my child. There are many people here."
"I hope no one has been mean to you. You would tell me if there are, won't you?
"I will." She gave the younger girl a smile. "How have you been, my child?"
"I am well. Fumi is too. We're having lots of fun in class and everyone there is supportive." Hisoka went on to talk, watching her mother turn her head to stare back out the window. She spoke of her experiences - of training and of homework - and more about the friends she and Fumi had made - of her budding friendship with the males in her class, of Tsuyu, the closest female friend she ever had, and the others she hoped to keep a good relationship with. All those times she had not told her mother over the phone or during their evening chats. Soon enough, they fell into a silence. All this time, Haru had not looked back, her eyes keeping a hold on the endless blue sky before them.
"It's so bright out today as well."
"Un," she mumbled in agreement. So bright, even brighter from within here.
"It was bright out yesterday too and the day before that as well. Cloudless. Free."
"Mother..."
Haru recounted absently, "It reminds me of those days..."
Hisoka turned to stare at the blue sky, not a cloud could be seen from the window. The bars were stationed there like a gilded cage. "...Before you had me?" Her grip tightened.
"In a way, it could be but, in another way, it isn't..."
"Mother..."
"My child, isn't it such a wonderful day outside?"
"It is," she sighed, looking down at the hands in her lap with her thumbs playing with each other.
"Birds are singing... Flowers are blooming..."
"I guess they are."
"Your flowers are beautiful. Thank you for them, my child."
Hisoka gave her mom a small, eye-closed smile. "I'm glad you like them, mother." Hisoka wanted to talk more but time had ticked by faster than she thought - she wished she could stay but the hands on the clock were slowly ticking to the time Fumi had asked her to be back by - and so she stood, giving her mother another smile. "It's time; I have to leave, mother."
Haru turned towards her, tilting her head. "Is it really?"
She nodded, opening her mouth to speak yet nothing came out. Brown eyes looked away, a hand clutching the metal charm under her blue and purple striped shirt. Taking a short breath, she looked into her mother's eyes. "Mother, there's something else I wanted to give you."
"What would that be, my child?"
Taking the hand off of her shirt, she moved her hair out of the way and unlocked the necklace's clasp before relocking it in front of her. "Here." She set it gently on the table in front of the elder woman; her face stayed the same.
Hisoka had come to terms with where she came from, with who her parents were - even if she will never accept him as her father, and her mother was not like she was before - but she would not go down the path either had wanted for her. To be honest, she didn't really know her mother as much as she thought she did. But the woman was still her mother - remembering the sweet smile the woman would always give and the only parent to have raised her from birth, remembering the food and the kisses and the hugs she would always give, never deny, whenever Hisoka wanted one, remembering the night time stories of Heroes, Villains, and a young girl her mother told her about who would always do her best with a grin and give a helping hand to those who needed it. Everything... - and she would always love her.
"I love you."
"'ove you too..."
Hisoka gave the woman one last smile. Haru didn't seem to notice it – the sorrow and the heartache that smile held, the broken pieces the girl was still trying to piece back together bit by bit, the love she would always have - looking back out the window.
"Good-bye, mother," Hisoka said, "I'll come and visit you as soon as I can." With one final look, Hisoka left, closing the door behind her.
As the door closed with a light dunk, Haru turned and watched the door for a few moments. The air slowly changed to a darker mood as her eyes moved from it to the piece of jewelry on the table before her. Sunlight glinted off the shiny metal causing a slight sparkle to appear when pale fingers picked it up; lips turned upward into a warty, mournful smile. Fingertips brushed against the silver-colored metal, feeling the groves as they traced the all too familiar shapes of engraved cherry blossoms on it.
1. Frangipanis - Shelter, Protection – portrays security for someone so they will be free from any harm or wrong doing
2. Salvia - Latin: To Heal
Author's Note: New chapter! A filler one? More or less. But an important one. (Depends on how you see it.) There is like a big gap here, so I am taking advantage of it! Yeah! So, my dearest readers, what do you think? There will be a few chapters like this before the Boot Camp Arc happening. It is to help develop a few things I have ideas for.
Images! Since I was done with homework (among other things) and the term has ended, I went on a drawing spree (though not all were posted on DA)! Not all are up, though, cause... Eh. (Take out the spaces and the link should work.)
Link 1: nightmarezanez._deviantart._com/_art/_Hisoka-Matsushita-Swimsuit-741467900
Link 2: nightmarezanez._deviantart._com/_art/_Haru-Matsushita-Cherry-Blossom-742393978
Question Time Too! You know how in the End-of-Term exam they have the battles against the teachers. They specially made for each duo to try and overcome. Which one do you think Hisoka will have the most trouble against?