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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Now To Answer Some Reviews:
Prince- Eh. Happens to us all so don't be hard on yourself. ^^ Nope, the guy was nice enough to volunteer to be bandaged up! Yes~. Yesssss~! Haru is more twisted then we had all realized and had sort passed that onto an adorable little Hisoka. Well, it explains a few things that have already happened in the story, doesn't it? Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Mercenary 10- It's not that with just a chat for Hisoka to tell Tsuyu (and everyone else) all of her secrets. Some of them maybe but not all. So, let's see how things go and we'll start with here. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Ninni51- Wanna know something funny? I've actually had the scene way before yanderedev had posted it on his channel had done it as I had remembered something similar in a different fanfic. I don't even remember what it's called but I remember faintly what it was about, and that scene had been something that stood out the most, so I wanted something similar. It's eerily funny how alike they are. It's also common knowledge, to me anyway, to use luminol to clean up blood. So... ^^ Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Spacey no Ocean- Oh, you will be. Enjoy it while you can though. ^^ You'll see what I mean later on. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Chapter 41
To The Home Visits
Location: Living Room, Tokoyami Household, Itō, Northeast Corner of Izu Peninsula, Eastern Shizuoka Prefecture, Chūbu Region, Honshu, Japan
Date: August 21, 20XX
"And so, taking into consideration all of the recent Villain attacks, and Tokoyami-san's capture, we've come to the conclusion that the children are in need of closer supervision," Aizawa-sensei explained, bowing his head to the two staring parents as his gaze met Fumikage's mother's own.
Fumi scratched the back of his neck, glancing from his silent parents to the two teachers in front of him, from his place on the couch. All Might looked better than before, though still bandaged up with one wrapped around his forehead and a cast on his left arm. Red eyes looked away guiltily when electric blue eyes landed on him.
He knew it had been the ex-Pro Hero's choice to fight, to stop that... evil (to run and run and run, to not look back, leave everything behind, and escape. -Unadulterated fear. Helplessness. Failure. Anger. Darkness. 'I don't want to think about it; I don't want to have to think about it.' Desperate to get away. Unable to escape. There was no way out. Knowing that they could very well die by this man's hand if they moved even an inch out of place.) and lock him up but it had not stopped Fumi from thinking it had been partly his fault. If he had not been captured, he wouldn't have gotten in the way. If he had only been stronger, to have not been pulled away into that black portal, then everything could have been different.
He could have not been involved at all.
But he understood it had been an inevitable thing, that something big would have happened in the end, and it had been All Might's own choice for that to happen. He understood that perfectly, however, that had not lightened the guilt he felt about this.
"That goes without saying," his mother's chilling, angered voice spoke of the protectiveness he had felt from her, from both of his parent, since childhood. "And because of what happened, that I fail to see how, with so many Professional Heroes there, that this could have happened. I don't see how I can let my son go back."
He opened his mouth in protest, "Mom-" The boy was halfway out of his chair.
"No," she stated, holding up a hand to stop him from speaking, urging him not to interrupt. "Let me finish. I told myself that you would be safe at U.A. and I support your dream to become a Hero. But, as your parents, we both feel like we've failed you when you had gone missing. How can I know that this won't happen again?"
His father grabbed her hand in comfort, watching the blond-haired teacher bow his head, looking away from them. "I have to agree. How do we know that you are capable of protecting him and all the other students if this happens again?
"Mom... Dad..."
"I cannot say for sure that this will or will not happen again. The world is unpredictable," Aizawa-sensei said after a moment. "And it is certainly our fault for these past events. I understand that this request may make you uneasy, but I promise on my status as a Hero and educator, that I will take good care of him and ensure that he is brought up to be a splendid Hero we all know he will become. Please, if you can find it in you, we would like you to place your trust in us and allow us to take him under our care."
His parents looked at one another as if having a silent conversation with simple eye contact before they turned to look at him. He gave them a hopeful look. Fumi didn't want to leave the Hero Academy, not his friends, not Hisoka, or the dream he had since he was a child. They then returned eye contact with his teachers.
It was his father who spoke up, "Knowing what has happened and knowing that this could possibly happen again with any of your students, not just Fumi, I don't feel comfortable with this. However, knowing that he will be under the care of Professional Heroes, I think it would certainly be for the best if he stays at U.A."
"Dad..."
His mother continued, "It will put our minds at ease, knowing that there are those who are capable of protecting them."
Aizawa-sensei shot a wayward glance at All Might, who was seated beside him. They both nodded their heads in understanding. "I see. In that case, we are very grateful that you have chosen to entrust him to us. We promise to take care of him."
The look in her eyes told them that they better or they'd be in a world of pain. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned or an angered mother in this case.
They slowly stood up, heading for the door as they prepared to take their leave. Fumi looked at his parents, hugging each of them tightly as he muttered to them both, "Thank you..." They hugged him back, a moment of familial bliss surrounding the family before Fumikage was released.
"We'll head over to the apartment in a few days once they talk with Hisoka, okay?" Mizuki told him. They had no need for the apartment then if they all knew Hisoka's answer so packing everything up would be helpful before they'd sent over what Fumi and Hisoka wanted to the school.
Fumi nodded, all too happy to hear that (though sad as he was losing a piece of himself that he had carved and created with Hisoka, memories of all feelings carved into the little place they had called home for just a few months) as he moved quickly to follow both male adults out the front door of his house. He watched the two leave before they stopped, turning sideways to look at him.
All Might smiled kindly at him. "Yes? What is it, young Tokoyami?"
He fretted for a moment; seeing all of his injuries up close had made him stop. Yet it would not stop him. Things wouldn't stay the same forever; he knew that, and things would, that already have, change before he could see it happen. This fight All Might had chosen, and it had run its course. And he knew now the man would do it again and again and again if had he the choice. That was what All Might was like. Fumi stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Will you be heading to Hisoka's next?
"Yeah, since she lives near you, she's next on the list." Aizawa-sensei scratched his cheek with his pinky, shoulders slumped.
"She lives just down the road," Fumi explained, telling them quick directions as they got into the black car.
He was given a nod and a grunt goodbye from his homeroom teacher. "I cannot wait to see you when you return to U.A., young Tokoyami!" All Might waved excitedly at him from the open window after having closed the door behind him.
Fumi watched the car leave, red eyes staring out at the back as the car turned a corner and vanished to its next destination.
Location: Living Room, Second Floor of Matsushita's Home Clinic, Itō, Northeast Corner of Izu Peninsula, Eastern Shizuoka Prefecture, Chūbu Region, Honshu, Japan
Date: August 21, 20XX
Pale hands let the extra water ring out of the white and red checkered cloth over the kitchen sink before Hisoka had made her way to the living room and began to clean a bit. She wiped down the table with a wet rag first, hearing a soft squeaking noise with each swipe against the wood that made her chuckle. Such a simple thing to make such a sound, she couldn't help but find it amusing. Always trying to find the joy in the little things, after all. After she was finished cleaning, she moved onto the shelves nearby, moving mementos and picture frames to clean the dust off them and the shelving taking a moment to glance at each memory each picture held from her past.
It showed her growing up with her mother, each time with smiles and happiness dawning on frozen faces of young and old. It told a story. It said what had happened to her in this house - the only place she had called home. She took a few of them, some she knew her mother would have to decorate her room and set them off to the side to pack in a bag she already had halfway filled with things her mother had asked her to bring the next time they saw one another before Hisoka had left.
She withheld a grimace as she had remembered the angered and disappointed faces of Fumi, Aunty, and Uncle when she had come back that evening. In was understandable, she had made them worry with only leaving a note that she'd be out for the day. She had not thought to mention where she was going to go and so that in turn had made her phone blast up. She had only realized that when she had left the hospital she turned off her phone, so their time together was not interrupted. Who knew when the next time she could see her mother in person. Phone calls only did so much, and the hospital gave them limited time each week. Hisoka was only glad Aunty and Uncle was angry for a little bit (Fumi was more understandable, knowing more than anyone what had happened that time) and after a cooked meal by her, she was forgiven. (It helped that she sort of bribed Aunty and Uncle with their favorites. It had always helped her before, so why would was now be any different?)
Hisoka was finally finished cleaning the living room to her satisfaction, moving to ring the rag out once more and left it to dry out over the side of the sink. Grabbing the pictures, she laid them gently sideways inside the bag that was resting in the hallway of the stairs leading to the first floor. She then turned and moved down the hall to stand in front of her mother's bedroom door, closed and almost feeling colder the longer Hisoka stared at it.
"Hmmmm..." Resting a hand against the door handle, she opened it and stepped inside, moving about to clean and tidy up here and there. She grabbed the few items on the list her mother wanted, a few journals and some old books the elder woman wanted to read again, setting them on the newly made bed. Finally, she had finished and went to grab the final item her mother wanted her to specifically bring back the most. Shifting a box from under the bed, she opened it and nabbed a wrapped box just like her mother said there'd be.
Her body frozen when she saw it, eyelids lowering as she saw the picture of a happy Haru, a smile she had never seen her wear except for one person, as arms were wrapped around her from behind by a young man with black hair and was smirking as his chin was placed on the top of her head, holding the younger version of her mother close. Water droplets fell on top of the glass and she moved to wipe it away with her sleeve.
Those pesky feelings were back.
Damn it.
Location: Outside Matsushita's Home Clinic, Itō, Northeast Corner of Izu Peninsula, Eastern Shizuoka Prefecture, Chūbu Region, Honshu, Japan
Date: August 21, 20XX
"Matsushita's Home Clinic, huh," Aizawa read aloud, bored eyes roaming over the whole building. Matsushita's Home Clinic was a two-story, tan, L-shaped building with windows scattered all over and a three-space parking lot in front. It had a blue roof and a sign hanging overhead with bold white letters that spelled out, Matsushita's Home Clinic, for all to see as a pull-not-push glass door and tasteful potted plants were placed under it. It had a homey but business feeling to it if not for the cold distant aura both teachers could feel coming off it.
"Well, that does explain young Matsushita's medical knowledge. She must have learned it from her parents," Toshinori commented.
"Hn." Aizawa let out a long, tired sigh. "We might as well get this over with. We've still got five other brats to deal with today."
The blonde smiled at him. "Admit it, you're happy that everyone so far has agreed to stay at U.A."
He gave him a bland look, black locks falling over his eyes from his once combed back hair, as he clicked his tongue. "Shut up and let's go." He moved forward and opened the glass door, holding it open for the other to enter first. It closed softly behind him as they entered a small waiting room of sorts. It had fake green plants sitting in the corners with chairs and a desk standing in front while a curtain covered a doorway.
Toshinori ringed the bell on the desk, calling out, "Hello. Is anyone here?"
It was quiet for a few minutes before the soft sound of feet made their way down to them from a doorway to the right. The cloth covering the doorway blocked their sight before it moved to reveal an apron-wearing Hisoka, blinking in surprise at their appearance. Aizawa's eyes narrowed as a slightly metallic, tangy smell hit his nose, eyes dashing to one of her bandaged arms, a common, everyday sight that seemed different than usual. Usually, it was just to her wrists that were bandaged up but now, her whole right hand was covered by the white material.
"I'm sorry to say but- Oh, hello Aizawa-sensei. All Might-sensei. What brings you two here?" She greeted them, stepping in front of them and gave them a small smile.
Toshinori returned the smile, informing her, "We're conducting the home visits today."
Hisoka rested a hand on her cheek as it dawned on her. "I didn't realize mine was today. I'm sorry about my appearance. Please, come up and I'll serve you some tea if that is all right with you." Turning on the heel of her foot, she climbed back up the steps to the second floor before the two could get a word in to answer.
Both men couldn't help but exchange a look before following her.
Location: Living Room, Second Floor of Matsushita's Home Clinic, Itō, Northeast Corner of Izu Peninsula, Eastern Shizuoka Prefecture, Chūbu Region, Honshu, Japan
Date: August 21, 20XX
They choose to take a seat at the kitchen table, her teachers taking up one side as she chose to sit on the other after serving some tea and setting a basket of assorted cookies between them. "How have you been fairing, young Matsushita?"
She shrugged. "More or less fine. I've been keeping myself busy for a while now. Cleaning the house and spending time with friends, that kind of thing."
"Well, I'm glad you are doing well." All Might couldn't help but smile brightly at her.
She took a cookie and bit into it, enjoying the soft tenderness the bite brought. "And you? How are you two doing?"
"Well enough," Aizawa-sensei sighed, deciding to take some of the less sweet desserts.
All Might looked at her. "I am doing better. My injuries are all healing up just fine. Thank you for asking."
Hisoka hummed at his answer. "That is good to hear."
Aizawa-sensei decided that since pleasantries were out of the way they'd get to the situation at hand. "As you know, due to recent events the plan is to have all the students relocate to the U.A. dorms."
Hisoka nodded, taking a sip of her tea. "Yes, we were all informed about it in advance. I've read all the information from the notification you had sent out." Her eyes stared at them intently, a weight in them that neither teacher had never seen before in them. "My only question is, do I even have a choice in the matter?"
Aizawa-sensei laced his fingers together, elbows resting on the table as his hair shadowed his features. "You do have a choice. However, due to your situation, there isn't much but to move into the dorms."
"I see..." Brown eyes moved from him to All Might, staring as he ate one of the tea treats silently before they moved back to the black-haired man. "Well, I don't see any way around it but to continue at U.A." Her answer made the ex-Pro Hero's eyes shine with hope and had pleased the other. Well, if they were happy then that was that. "...Will I... still be able to visit my mother?"
"I don't see why not," All Might informed her. "As long as you have one of the teachers with you and plan ahead of time for when you would like to visit her then it should be okay. Right?" Aizawa-sensei shrugged, looking bored once more. "Well, we'll see to it when the time comes, Matsushita-chan. Okay?"
"I understand." It was the best she was going to get. At least it wasn't a no.
Black eyes studied her as they talked, taking in every movement from the beginning of the talk and the look in her eyes - normally blank, most of the time with a small light that sparked when around friends or when training. They were well concealed from other emotions to an untrained eye but he had seen and experienced enough to know cues and small ticks (like Midoriya's mutterings, Iida's correcting habit, or Bakugo's shouts) for what they were worth - to the tone of her voice when she said or asked something.
He had noticed it from the beginning, it was small things, not-so-obvious things, something that most, even Pro Heroes, would have a tough time noticing. But he was trained in this for a reason. Nothing had to be said but he saw what he saw. It was only recently that others had begun to notice. The twitchiness. The mutterings he had caught what she said to herself. The flash of red in her eyes. The sudden increase in abilities when there shouldn't be any. To say the least, he was worried (not that he'd admit it allowed or Hizashi would never let it go) that did not stop him, however, from having a certain conversation with the Principal days ago.
Location: Principal's Office, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: August 18, 20XX
Aizawa watched as the small Principal had looked over Toshinori, a request from the man himself to call him that, to make sure everything was okay as they were in a meeting with Blood King, the homeroom teacher for Class 1-B. Toshinori had said he was okay as Nezu watched Toshinori with genuine concern.
"Really, I'm fine," Toshinori promised. "My arm is almost healed up, and the rest of me will follow with time. I don't know what you're all so worried about!"
"If I was just worried about your body, I'd get Recovery Girl in here. I only wish for you to understand how important you are to me. To everyone." Nezu had gone back to his chair behind his desk, spinning it back to face them as the other hung his head slightly. "You have done many things throughout the years I've known you and through your sacrifices, an even greater number of lives have been saved. It's all because of your efforts." The Principal sorted through some papers as he spoke, not looking up as they stood before his desk.
Toshinori wouldn't look up from the floor, Blood King stood stiff, and Aizawa had to stop himself from sighing. Nezu went on, thanking him even if it wasn't enough, while the other took a long, slow breath. The Principal explained about the dissenting opinions if 'All Might' was to continue as a teacher at U.A. and that now, with his state of health so low, wouldn't that put the children in even more danger?
'From the very beginning, the problem was All Might transferring to U.A. Everything that transpired can be traced back to that. If he's in a state of health where he can no longer fight, won't that put the children in even more danger?' A quote Aizawa could clearly remember reading somewhere from some article after the aftermath of Toshinori's battle.
Nezu sighed, "The situation is causing everyone great anxiety. And that is exactly why, now more than ever, we must do everything we can to strengthen the threads you wove for us, All Might. It's because of you that we have such unwavering faith and confidence in heroes. If we squander that now, we'd be doing you a disservice."
Blood King clenched his fists, pressing a hand against his chest, and straightened his shoulders. "In the wake of this incident, I have become all too aware of the great burden which we forced you to bear all by yourself..." He looked at the worried blonde then, his smile softening. "I never realized before just how monstrously large it was."
"And the threat has not yet been eliminated," Nezu agreed, face tilting forward to show the seriousness of this. "From here on out, more firmly and more strongly than ever, we must protect, nurture, and raise all our students." Nezu steepled his paws. "And so, based on discussions with the Board of Trustees - my apologies for not including you in the conversation, All Might, as you were still in the hospital at the time - we shall act accordingly. We're putting into effect a plan of mine that I've been mulling over for some time. Now more than ever, it is needed. Blood and I will see to Class B, which suffered the most injuries at the summer camp. All Might, Eraserhead, you will speak to Class A."
Of course; Aizawa already knew what he meant.
"Home visits. I ask for your cooperation."
The three agreed, nodding. Blood King slapped a fist against his chest. "We understand and shall do our best."
"That is all I ask for. Thank you." The small being smiled gratefully at them. "We shall begin tomorrow afternoon, so gather your things and be prepared. Aizawa-sensei, can you stay behind? There is something I must talk to you about."
The other two teachers had exchanged looks behind the black-haired man before they left, closing the door behind them. "What is it?"
Nezu turned his chair to look out the ceiling high windows, watching the view. "A student of yours: Hisoka Matsushita."
Black eyes narrowed. "What about her?
"I don't know if you know but I think of every child in this school as if they were one of my own and I do what I can to help to care and nurture each and every one with the best of miy, of our, abilities both mentally and psychically. It has been brought to my attention that from many observations Hisoka Matsushita has slowly been not in good mental health lately. That worries me greatly as I do not want any of my students to go down the wrong path." He paused, turning to look up at the white fluffy clouds today has brought. They lazily flew through the blue sky at a steady snail's pace. He spoke up, "I am sure you know what I am talking about, don't you?"
"I do," Aizawa muttered, sighing a long, tired sigh. "I had not realized it had gotten this bad, though."
"Indeed." He turned his chair to look at the taller male. "I have already talked with Recovery Girl about this and she had mentioned a few things I do not like. This is why I want to nip it in the bud while we still can."
"And what are you suggesting we do?"
"Therapy." Why did that sound more ominous then it should have?
He crocked an eyebrow. "That's it?"
"No." He didn't like the smile the Principal was giving him. "You shall be the one conducting the sessions with Hisoka Matsushita. I see no one better than you with your background and experience. Of course, you don't have to do it alone. Recovery Girl has offered to help you with this."
Of course...
He gave a look to the other that conveyed what he felt about this. Aizawa had never wanted to go to nap in his sleeping bag more than ever. "I understand, sir." He understood perfectly.
Location: Outside Matsushita's Home Clinic, Itō, Northeast Corner of Izu Peninsula, Eastern Shizuoka Prefecture, Chūbu Region, Honshu, Japan
Date: August 21, 20XX
"Matsushita."
She walked them out, only to be polite, watching All Might get into the car first. Aizawa-sensei stayed back and Hisoka gave him a questioning look. "Yes, Aizawa-sensei?"
"When you return to U.A., you will be meeting with myself and Recovery Girl weekly for therapy." He was given an owlish blink before a narrowed look overtook her face.
"Can I ask why that is necessary?"
He gave her a side glance, watching her carefully. She could see his eyes full of wary and other mixed emotions. "Among various reasons, it is a requirement for you now to do these sessions unless you wish to be expelled."
"I see..." So, it was that way then. Wonderful. Just more added to her plate. "I understand, sir."
"Good. It shall be explained more when you move into the dorms. I shall see you then."
"Good-bye, sensei."
She watched them leave, waving to them when All Might did, sticking his arm out the window. She sighed, eyelids lowering to a blank look, going inside only when she was sure the car would not come back. Hisoka couldn't help but worry more than ever as that feeling of dread spiked up once more.
And so, another chapter closed on her life as another opened up, bringing more than she thought, both good and bad.
Author's Note: And we shall end it here. ^^ What do you think? Was this a good Arc overall? I think it had its ups and downs and everything in between to make it better then before. ^^ And next we have the dorms, coming up with super moves and more training, many therapy sessions, and finally the Provisional Hero License Exam. Wonderful. Well, I've got some good plans for this Arc.
Questions: Which Arc do you like overall in THTB? And how do you like how Hisoka has grown/changed overall the story?
What do you all want to happen next Arc? I'm open to suggestions and ideas. If I like them enough, I'll see what I can do!
And, hey, what do you all think if I did a fanfic for Tetsuya? Would you read it?
Well, I shall say see you later (in two weeks) with a fresh new chapter of THTB! Good night, be merry, and review!