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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Vedahzii- Yes, things will be... weird. Yeah, let's go with that. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Prince- Codependency can be a good but bad thing, I am sure you know that. So... Who knows how much codependency they have on one another. Hisoka off the deep end? I thought she already was~. :) Hahahahaha! I love that quote! And I loved how everyone just went along with it. Todoroki is such a good sport, offering himself up and being a good sport as Hisoka buried him! Heh. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
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Chapter 39
To The New Dawn
Location: Police Station, Northern Kamino Ward, Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture, South of Tokyo, Kantō, Japan
Date: August 12, 20XX
Dawn broke out and society was in a state of chaos. The sun peeked over the horizon behind them, just as it did any other day, casting long shadows before them as they walked from the shelter where they had reunited with the others, taking a rest and to change back into their normal clothes. Gradually it rised, a defined circle in front of a vibrant backdrop. Brilliant orange poured out of the sun with delicate yellows and bold reds, slowly and subtly consuming the once black night sky, millions of stars hiding their brightness as the giant ball of light steadily rose higher and higher. Against the tri-colored sky, trees, power lines, and the roofs of houses were like shadows. Wispy cotton clouds gradually accumulated high above across the streaks of bleeding pink that made its way into the symphony of colors that glimmered in the sky as the colors melted so perfectly together; no one could see the horizon line defined.
Hisoka felt a cool, easy, and much-welcomed breeze brush against her skin, sending chills all around her body. Sparrows chirped an explicit background melody as they all walked together side by side, making their way towards the nearest Police Station. The walk was quiet, no one preferring to talk to one another as the sound of their footsteps melded together. People passed them, paying them no attention as they made their way to work or to wherever they needed to go. As the sun fully revealed itself it seemed to swell, looming over them all, losing its focus and spreading in contrast to the slowly growing blue sky; they had finally reached the Police Station.
Hisoka looked at each of them, eyes bolting from one body to the next when they had stopped. There was no need to ask - no one was hurt, after all. She glanced at the feather-haired boy next, catching his red eyes.
"I'll be okay," he told her, placing a hand on her shoulder, giving her a soft smile. "Trust me."
Hisoka bit her lip, an arm wrapping around her waist before she nodded. She trusted him even if she didn't want to leave him behind. "Okay."
It was for the best.
She blinked as she felt something rest against her forehead, emotional red eyes staring straight into her own. Fumi muttered to her, "Everything will work out in the end. Go home and rest. I'll see you soon."
She nodded slowly as he backed away, feeling the sudden cold touch as his hand left her shoulder, her hand tightening as she watched him turn. Brown eyes gazed at his back as her childhood friend left with a rather subdued Bakugo-san. Three policemen had escorted them away, surrounding them from the crowd of civilians that were muttering and whispering at their appearance, recognizing them from being caught on from the news camera. Hisoka turned away.
"We should leave," she started, stuffing her hands in her pockets. She just wanted to go home...
Home...
She stared blankly ahead, eyes gazed as she heard the others shuffle after her quietly. She felt Yaoyorozu-san grab her hand to hold and gave a comforting squeeze which Hisoka returned, and Shoto came up to her side as Kirishima-san and Midoriya-san walked closely behind them. They all offered their support silently, Hisoka offering it back, tired and battered from today. She was glad... Really, really glad to have people like them inside her life now. She wouldn't be who she was if not for facing all the experiences and hardships with friends and people who she knew would look after her back.
(Yet a part of her doubted, just as it always did, whispering into her mind and twisting her thoughts in the deepest parts she always kept hidden from others. [Madness- 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. Mocking- Agony.] The dark thoughts of cutting and spilling a sea of RED around her. The very thoughts she knew must roam within his mind. [It was dripping all around her... Red. It would drown her if it could right then and there. So much red!] She didn't want them to see it. What if they knew? Hisoka didn't want to go back to that time... She wouldn't say a thing.
Not then. Not now. She wasn't ready. In the future?
Who knew...
It was never set in stone, after all.)
There was no talk - there was no need to be - as they made their way over to the train station.
Location: Tokyu Train Station, Southeast Kamino Ward, Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture, South of Tokyo, Kantō, Japan
Date: August 12, 20XX
The sun was high above as noon rolled around when they all went their separate ways home. Hisoka glanced at each of them, relieved expressions on all their faces. She scratched the back of her neck, wondering if she should say something in between the slowly growing awkward silence.
"Well then," Iida-san spoke up first, breaking the silence with his voice, body stiff and tight as he still had the drawn-on mustache.
Kirishima-san was grinning, red hair laying down as it wasn't in its normal spiky mode, waving at them as he kept on repeating, "Thank you, everyone!"
"The four of you are going straight home, right?" Yaoyorozu-san eyed each of them, arms wrapped over one another across her waist. Hisoka nodded when she looked at her.
Arms bandaged up once more, Midoriya-san smiled. "Yep." He told her before telling the whole group, "Really, thank you."
"See you guys back at school," Shoto told them, half turned toward an awaiting train.
"Yeah," Hisoka mumbled. "See you all later." She watched each of them turn and leave silently before she too turned towards the train that she needed to go home, making it to an empty seat near the end of the cart. It was not long before others arrived, some alone, some in small groups before they were moving.
She let out a sigh, tired eyes looking down at her phone, thumb tapping away at the screen. Articles of all kinds were opened and closed, all commenting about All Might's true form in one way or another - some cheering him on, saying they would always be behind him, while others took a negative route, asking why the 'Symbol of Peace' would hide such a thing from the public. Some complained. Some encouraged to not lose hope. Some tried to have their five minutes of fame. Some didn't want anything to do with him anymore.
It was more or less the same as it always was. Soon enough, the news would pass on to something else and the cycle would start again.
There was one question, however, that everyone wanted to know - What happened now?
Hisoka decided that now was not the time to think about that. Later... Just... There was time for everything later.
She watched as her screen was blown up again with messages from classmates (she had been unknowingly added to a group chat with the whole class, not that she minded but she would have loved to have been told first) and missed phone calls that were just added to the slowly growing list. A few taps later, Hisoka exited the group chat, closing all the articles, and silenced her phone.
She didn't feel like talking right now.
Brown eyes turned from her phone, pocketing it for now, towards the scenery outside. She watched it become a blur as the train sped up, mixing the colors of the blue sky with the buildings and the land below. Sometimes her eyes would land on something and bring it into focus, becoming detailed for a spilt second before it became one with the background, moving along and away from her sight.
She stifled an oncoming yawn, jaw clenched closed to make sure it didn't escape. She was so tired... So very tired... Right now, Hisoka just wanted to go home, bundle herself up in her favorite pajamas, wrap the thickest blanket she could find, and sleep for a thousand years. But there were things that needed to get done, stuff to do and be checked off the list, before she could even think about falling asleep.
She would go home.
But she had to gather some things first, some clothes and items she was sure Fumi would be grateful she had grabbed, food to throw out and make sure the apartment was locked up tight.
There wasn't going to be anyone there for some time.
Then home...
Hisoka closed her eyes, willing down the sting that had made its way up, and let her head rest against her knuckle. It was going to be a long train ride.
Location: Outside Hisoka's and Fumikage's Apartment, Third Floor, Sunrise Apartments, Eastern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: August 12, 20XX
"Finally," she mumbled, pulling the key from the door handle as she finished locking up the apartment. There were two bags, each filled respectively of her and Fumi's stuff, with a few trash bags she'd have to take to the shared trash cans. With the click of the lock, she stuffed her keys into her shoulder bag and pulled out her phone, turning it on with a swipe. With a few taps, she pulled up Tsuyu's number and stared at the picture she had as the contact profile image. Tsuyu had taken it with Hisoka's phone, a selfie of a smiling Tsuyu and a surprised Hisoka.
After a moment of time, she sent out a message to Tsuyu, finally answering her worried texts. I'm okay, Tsuyu.
Her reply was immediate. Are you home right now?
Hisoka: No. I'm heading over to Fumi's house.
Tsuyu: What took so long?
Hisoka: There was a hold up because of the fight.
Tsuyu: Is he okay?
Hisoka: Yeah.
Tsuyu: Are you okay?
Hisoka: I'm fine.
A few seconds later her phone pinged with Tsuyu's reply. Alright. Talk to you later?
Hisoka ran her thumb over a few letters, before stopping just over the send button. She had to say something. Tsuyu would be angry with her if she didn't! ('She won't just be angry,' her mind whispered, voice hissing in her ears like a snake traveled from her feet, wrapping itself all around her. 'Once she knows everything, she won't want to be with you anymore.')
No...
Everything would be okay... Right?
Yeah! All she had to do was hit send and everything would be okay. She'd know and Hisoka would not have to say anything again. Sure - ('You know how she'll be. She won't trust you anymore.')
But-
('Nothing will be the same. She'll never want to talk to you and she'll find someone else.')
She wouldn't do that...
('Oh, yes she would. We both know that. Someone better. Someone who wouldn't lie to her or keep so many secrets from her. Someone who isn't worthless. Someone who wouldn't go behind her back like the little sneak you are. Someone better who deserves her and will treat her right.')
Hisoka's shoulders deflated, hitting the back button as she watched one letter disappear after another before she sent out a simple: Ok.
('Coward.')
She let out a long, tired sigh, rubbing her eyes to make sure they stayed open. Hisoka then picked up with one hand Fumi's bag and swung her own over her shoulder, as her other hand held the trash bags, walking down the steps and tossing the trash bags into the trash cans before she made her way to the nearest train station.
Location: Tokoyami Household, Itō, Northeast Corner of Izu Peninsula, Eastern Shizuoka Prefecture, Chūbu Region, Honshu, Japan
Date: August 12, 20XX
That evening, the light grey door to the Tokoyami two-story household opened up quietly. There was soft talking between the three-membered family as Mizuki flicked on the lights so they could see. After taking off their shoes, Fumikage had made his way to the living room, the light from the hallway illuminating his way and saw a lump on the couch. Upon closer inspection, he saw a sleeping Hisoka, her body thrown on the couch with her legs hanging over the edge. On the floor at her feet were bags filled with their stuff (which he was thankful for and would thank her in the morning) and he moved around them to get a closer look at Hisoka when he saw her hands clutching her phone like a lifeline. Frowning he saw red puffiness around her eyes and streaks across her dirty face.
Shifting a bit around, he scooped her up, an arm under her knees as the other was tucked under her shoulder blades, a bit surprised she didn't even stir. "Mom. Dad," he called to them quietly as to not wake her.
Tsuki peeked her head from the hallway, tired, worried lines marring under her eyes. "Honey? What is it?" Red eyes widened at the sight as her mouth shaped into a small o.
When his father took a look, his mom had stopped him from turning on the light. As he gave her a questioning look, she pointed to where Fumi was. He gave an understanding nod, watching the sleeping girl in his son's arms. They would all talk about it tomorrow. For now, sleep and rest. He told them that and the two nodded. Fumi made his way over to the guest room on the bottom floor, Mizuki and Tsuki following close behind him. Mizuki opened the door for them and Tsuki pulled back the blankets before he sat her down, taking her phone slowly from her grip to set on the nightstand placed on the right side of the bed. After pulling the blanket over her and tucking it under her chin, they all stepped back to glance at Hisoka's sleeping form.
Fumi's hand tightened. He needed to try harder. He would try harder. He had to. After everything that had happened, he had to step up his game. He would become better. He would become someone who wouldn't be captured so easily again. He would train and fight to protect.
To become the Hero he knew he could be.
For himself. For Hisoka.
Following his parents, he glanced over his shoulder at Hisoka one more time as he closed the door silently behind him.
That was a promise.
Location: Unknown
She fell and ran. Time and time again it would not allow her to. She had to... She couldn't see, couldn't feel...
Dangerous.
Silence...
"Hey... wake up... This isn't funny anymore..." No energy. Nothing. Something was wrong with them... They felt tired.) They felt weaker now but that had not mattered. As long as something (No! Nothing was... It was dripping... Red. So much red!)
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
This was all her fault. She had to do something about all this. There was just so much coming out! "You will be scattered-"
"DON'T GO!"
Agony. Sadness. Tears of red were flooding from her. Her heartbeat quickened and breathing wheezed and she could feel her throat close. Drowning into sinking beneath them, she tried to reach out to stop it. Everything drowned. Dangerous. So much red then. Everything was wrong.
This had to do it! (It was dripping... Red. So much red!)
Now!
"Hisoka!" ('Your fault,' her mind whispered with a devilish grin so close to hisherown that was blinding.) What to do… What to do… (She had to move! He was in the most danger she'd ever seen before in her life, right in front of an enemy who just blasted away god knows how many Pro Heroes... She needed to get to him... She had to do something!)
Death. On Shinigami's door... So much more than his...
"Well then... Let's get this over with." The main Villain. The head of it all. Just mere feet away. It was the end and the end of the beginning and the beginning of the end that would start with the end of the beginning at the end of it all.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Don't go... please... Vanish.
Gone. "Everything will be okay now." 'Coward. Always the coward.'
Time... to die.
Location: Guest Room, Tokoyami Household, Itō, Northeast Corner of Izu Peninsula, Eastern Shizuoka Prefecture, Chūbu Region, Honshu, Japan
Date: August 12, 20XX
Brown eyes opened slowly, blinking at the ceiling as they adjusted to the darkness. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as if it wanted to escape through her chest. The blanket made things extra hot, sweat causing her clothes to stick to her. She took time to catch her breathing, slowly willing herself to calm down from the dream. It would do no good dwelling on it, anymore.
Not like she remembered... Heh. Why lie? It never allowed her to forget...
Hisoka turned her head, resting against a soft pillow, looking around to see what the darkness allowed her to see. Where was she?
Familiar things dinged inside her mind as recent memories she slowly remembered. Ah, yes. She was at Fumi's house. She had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for everyone to come back. She had wanted to be awake but it looked like her body and mind were against her, knowing what was best and had made her sleep. Fumi must have brought her in here.
Hisoka wondered how long this would happen - how many nights would this keep on bringing - these dreams and thoughts and memories and shadows and everything in between all melded together like a torch against sheets of metal - and keeping her awake.
Who cared...
Hisoka bit her lip, throwing an arm around her eyes, knowing it was fruitless in the end. It wouldn't help with anything but seeing another ceiling. She was tired of ceilings... Tired of these dreams... Tired of the red... She was so tired of this...
So tired of everything.
Author's Note: Boom! I am done with this and I am happy with this! Did you like it? Oh, I hope you did. Things are getting dark, but it'll all brighten up soon enough! And things will get resolved and more plot will be coming! LOTS of things will be coming and I am sure you will be surprised by more than a few things that do. ^^ -evil laugh- And lookie! We've reached over 150,000 words and it only 40 chapters! Neat! And there are only two more chapters for this Arc. Thought I'd let you know.
Oh! I've made progress on Tetsuya's profile image! It should hopefully be up sometime this week so keep a look out on my DeviantArt page (and you all know there'll be a link next chapter so... Hehehehe.)
I dressed Hisoka up last year as a vampire for Halloween (my favorite holiday other than my birthday). What should I go with this year? I'm thinking maybe a Pokémon. What do you think? Hisoka as a Pokémon. Heh. -thinking pose- Which one though? Hmmm...
Well, read and review to let me know what you think.
Good night and good-bye!