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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Prince- You did! Congratulations on entering into the adult life! I wish you luck and hope you survive! Yes! Let there be so much gun lore! There will be so much you'll be puking it from your brain! -insert evil laugh here- There will be more fluff on the way. There are three light novels and they're pretty short chapters and fun from the translations I've seen on the internet. You'll be able to see some here, like in the last chapter and in this one too, so there's no need to worry about reading all of them... Mostly... As they've been changed all that to suit my needs! Hehehe. Hisoka needing therapy? Psssshhh! What are you crackin? She needs no therapy! Ahahahaha... -_-''' Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.

Merc 10- Yeah! It's always cool to see when a character comes up with something new! My favorite Hero is tired between Aizawa and the Wild, Wild Pussycat Team! My favorite Villain is the Hero Killer: Stain as well (the main reason why I had him as Hisoka's father and all that). All For One is cool. I like how they executed his character so far. I'm sure he'll appear later on in the story as well like maybe they will do a Jailbreak Arc or something. You did get all the names right! Good job! Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.

Chapter 46

To Hyakumonogatari and Sessions

Location: Fumikage's Room, Second Floor of Heights Alliance, South Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan

Date: September 2, 20XX

There were five days before the term began. Hisoka was training hard on anything she could think of, such as this morning was spent with Snipe-sensei working on her marksmanship once more. This time they had gone onto moving targets. Not much progress had been made so far... But some progress is better than no progress at all! And in the early afternoon, she was in the school's clinic due to Recovery Girl's request (who had been wanting her in there for a while now...) due to her being extra busy with dreaded paperwork. Hisoka got to heal a few students, and their disturbed reactions towards her Quirk made her rather gleeful; it was fun to discuss different techniques with the older woman in regard to dressing different types of wounds.

She had been able to take the rest of the day off after that. It was nice to finally have a little break from everything. Too much of something wasn't always good, after all.

"...At last, the boy begins to fear for his life. But it's impossible to turn back now. With trembling feet, he takes step after step in the pitch-black tunnel… now he's reached the center.

So now, Hisoka found herself inside Fumi's dark, dark room, as dimly flickering candlelight revealed pale white skulls of deer and men, gothic structures lining the walls, and thick, velvet Victorian themed curtains covering the windows. A few figures could be seen in the circle of candles that sat in the middle of the room as if performing some mystic ritual.

"A slightly warm breeze tickles the boy's hair. But how strange! There should be no wind from that direction..."

Hisoka had to suppress a yawn, if only to be nice, as Sero-san told his ghost story, her back resting on a pillow she stole from the top of Fumi's bed while said pillow rested against the side of Fumi's bed. She sat between Tsuyu and Sero-san as Ashido-san took up the other side of her girlfriend. Shoji-san sat between her and Mineta.

At Sero-san's foreboding tone, Kaminari-san, who sat on the other side of him, swallowed hard. "W... Why is that?"

The lighting from the candles turned Sero-san's ever-present smile creepy, pearly white teeth glinting in the darkness. "...Because that end of the tunnel had been closed off the year before, by a landslide. There should be no airflow..."

Ashido-san shifted nervously, squirming like a worm. "It's a lie, right...?"

To the terrified group around him, Sero-san continued quietly, "The boy stops in his tracks. Something cold and wet drips down onto him. Drip... drip... with no sign of stopping. He fumbles for his flashlight, which he'd turned off earlier to conserve the remaining power. And above him..." He leaned forward, the group silent in anticipation, and Hisoka had to pinch herself from falling asleep. "...is a mangled, bloodied corpse!"

"Uwaaaaa!" Mineta shrieked, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, as he latched onto Shoji-san's arm. He looked a bit like a koala clinging onto a tree. Ashido-san and Tsuyu hushed him impatiently. He was ruining the atmosphere of the story. Hisoka wanted to kick him out but a look from Fumi told her otherwise.

Still holding onto Shoji-san for dear life, Mineta protested, "Hey, aren't you scared? You guys are girls, after all!" He pointed an accusing finger at them.

Sero-san snorted, rolling his eyes. "Screaming and hugging people, aren't you the girl here?"

"It's your creepy stories," Mineta whined, glaring at the Tape Hero. "They're way too scary! I don't know why I joined at all!"

"Probably so you can sneakily hug people," Tsuyu scolded, as Hisoka scowled at him. "Really, Mineta." Fortunately, though, Mineta was seated between Kaminari-san and Shoji-san, not next to any of the girls. Fumi wouldn't allow it unless he wanted Hisoka to become stab happy. Tsuyu was her's. Brown eyes stared blankly at the cowering boy.

"Che, it's all because that busty girl from the Department of Support went and did unnecessary things!" He glared at the ground, unable to face the almost now red eyes borrowing down heavily on him.

Certain that Mineta would eventually try to sneak into the girls' baths to peep on them, the Class 1-A girls had taken precautionary measures. They'd asked 1-H's Hatsume Mei to design something, so Hatsume had created a system to keep Mineta out of the area altogether. It worked wonderfully. Hisoka still snickered at the shrieks the grape had when he had tried to sneak in on them more than once. He still tried to do it. Hisoka, or any of the other girls for that matter, had yet to skin him due to Hatsume-san's system. Something about the blood being too tough to wash from the hardwood or something...

Still...

"Seriously though... can't you guys do this in someone else's room?" Sitting apart from the group was Fumi. He shifted restlessly on his dark throne, the back lined with gothic symbols as he sat on the dark red cushion it provided. If she remembered correctly, Aunty had gotten it for his tenth birthday...

"Well, it's the only room that's always completely dark in the middle of the day. Also, the skulls really add to the spooky atmosphere." Ashido-san grinned impishly, letting out a happy snicker. The skulls were fake, of course, but in the candlelight, they looked eerily real.

"I didn't decorate my room so you guys could enjoy your story times," Fumi muttered darkly, even if he did like it when others complimented it. There were few he allowed in his room for extended periods of time. Hell, it even took Hisoka a few years before he allowed her to stay the night in his room! Fumi could be so complicated sometimes.

She sighed as she remembered childish memories.

"And there are even candles!"

"For fuck's sake." Fumi's head leaned back, black feathers hitting lightly against the headrest, red eyes looking up towards the sky as he prayed to whatever dark god he was into this time. He liked to cycle between them.

"Okay then!" Completely ignoring Fumi's protests, which caused Hisoka to snort, Ashido-san flashed a winning smile. "I'll just tell you guys something that will terrify even Tokoyami!" That was doubtful. There weren't many horror stories that scared him anymore. Aunty had basically desensitized them with bedtime stories from an early age. So, she began her story, arms waving dramatically as she tried to scare the pants off everyone. "...The psychic looks around the room. He suddenly jumps back with a shriek. The drawer is full of ghosts! Terrifying, isn't it?"

Mineta again clutched onto Shoji-san, but everyone else just blinked at her. It would have been scary if she hadn't told it in such a bland manner...

"To make a scary story even scarier, you need to have your listeners on edge." Hisoka shook her head, stretching her arms in front of her. "Use an appropriate tone of voice and make meaningful pauses to build suspense – like what Sero-san did earlier. The delivery is just as important as the actual story, you know," Hisoka advised the pink skinned girl.

Kaminari agreed, nodding quickly. He'd really been terrified earlier by Sero-san's story. The said boy grinned happily at Hisoka, glad she found his story interesting enough.

Ashido pouted at the criticism but suddenly perked up, her grin showing a 'devious' plan forming in her mind. "Then let's have Tokoyami tell one too! He definitely has the kind of voice for ghost stories!"

"True, true," Kaminari-san mused, hand on his chin. "His usual tone of voice is already spooky and dark."

"Just what do you mean by that?" Fumi muttered back, disgruntled.

"You do have the tone for it, Fumi," Hisoka added as they made quick eye contact.

"I want to hear it too – a story by Tokoyami!"

"Go, Kaidan Prince!"

"Tokoyami, you don't have to tell something super scary. Just a little scary is fine too..."

Everyone turned to Fumi, eyes gleaming with anticipation, as he shifted uncomfortably but eventually cleared his throat and began to speak, "I don't know if this will be terrifying enough for you guys, but here's a story my grandfather had told me when I was a child... A long, long time ago, the young people of a village began a game of Hyakumonogatari*."

Ah. That story then.

Excellent.

She came prepared. With a swift movement, she unlocked her phone away from prying eyes when no one was looking and pressed open an app that made random noises at the right time.

"In this village, Hyakumonogatari was one of few amusements for its younger residents. To make sure they didn't actually invoke any spirits, they always stopped the game at the 99th story." Fumi threaded his fingers together on his lap, red eyes slowly going from one person to another. "One day, a visitor arrived from the city, a woman with long, flowing blond hair. She was traveling the world, and the village was one of her stops along the way. When she heard of the game, she was eager to try it too. Everyone welcomed her warmly to the group. She listened to the blood-curdling stories without a word. But at some point... she began smiling." With a pause and bated breath, he continued, "The villagers became gradually more and more nervous about the woman. Finally, they finished the 99th story and prepared to stop the game as usual. Breaking her silence, the blond woman suddenly began the 100th story. The teenagers frantically tried to stop her to no avail. As the woman finished the story, the final candle went out – untouched. The room was plunged into darkness."

Mineta let out a squeak as Ashido-san bit her lip. Kaminari-san was staring wide eyed, jumping when a creaking noise was heard in the room as the others were startled by it as well. Tsuyu gripped her hand.

Fumi continued on as if it never happened, "Well, it was just the light going out. Everything was fine. One of the young men quickly lit a new candle… The woman had vanished. She wasn't anywhere nearby. In the morning, the police and villagers searched the area. There wasn't a single trace of her. The villagers decided she'd probably just gone back home, or perhaps had been taken by a wild beast. Time passed." His voice took a deeper, sinister tone, "The rumors about the woman faded away. Yet one day, a young villager claimed that he'd seen the golden-haired woman. The villagers wrote him off. He'd clearly been mistaken, even if he'd been there the night of the game. But the next day the man was found dead. Eyes wide, face frozen in an expression of terror, long blond hair tied around his neck… On the third day, another person who'd attended the game was found dead. And the next… Finally, all the villagers who'd been at that fateful game of Hyakumonogatari had died. A rumor began among the remaining villagers – the blond haired woman must have been a demon that fed on human souls."

"Eh? Why is it suddenly a demon?" Sero-san cut in, fingernails scraping unknowingly against the wood floor.

Fumi's red eyes glinted ominously in the candlelight. "You see, there was this legend in the village. Many years ago there was a happy couple in the village. The wife was pregnant, and everyone was thrilled. But the newborn infant was golden-haired! Suspecting his wife of infidelity, the husband dragged the woman and child out into the mountains to die. The abandoned wife vowed to get revenge and left her newborn child in the care of the demons of the mountain."

Ashido-san asked, voice shaky, as she stuttered, "T-then the blond haired w-woman became a demon and returned to the village...?" With growing fear, Ashido-san clutched Tsuyu's arm. Tsuyu's grip on Hisoka's hand tightened, showing what her blank gaze did not.

"That's indeed what the villagers thought," Fumi nodded, hands waving slowly before holding it up. "But the story isn't finished." He relished in the frightened group that strayed over their welcome in his room, grinning mentally when they grew even warrier than before as Hisoka did her part. "You see, my grandfather heard about this story from his friend, whose family moved away from that very village. When this friend grew up, he went back to visit his hometown. But it'd become a ghost town. According to the neighboring villages, an epidemic had spread throughout the village, killing all the inhabitants. Whether or not it was really a disease is unclear. But apparently, all the bodies had one thing in common – they were always found with a single strand of long blond hair."

"T-Then what?!" Mineta stammered out, trying to cling once more to the silent Shoji-san who wouldn't allow it.

Fumi fixed his audience with a piercing stare, expression unreadable. With a slight incline of his head, he continued, "I heard later that after coming back from the abandoned village, my grandfather's friend became more and more strange. Why was he like this? Apparently, a blond haired woman had appeared while he was visiting, and smiled at him. Because he'd shared the story with my grandfather, he must have been cursed as well. My grandfather told him it'd probably been a trick of the light, but the friend seemed unconvinced. A few days later that friend suddenly died. He had a long strand of blond hair around his neck..."

Everyone was petrified with fear. Sero-san finally managed a shaky smile and crossed his arms, shivering a little. "Oh boy, if you suddenly remember this in the middle of the night..."

"...You made up that story, right? Tell me it didn't really happen!" Kaminari pleaded, hands clasped together as he shook them at the younger boy.

Fumi shrugged, not worried one bit. "I really didn't think you guys would be so freaked out. My apologies. I truly heard this story from my grandfather, but I have no idea if he fabricated the entire thing."

With a single move, Hisoka, who had been slowly leaning forward in preparation while everyone's attention was on the feathered boy, blew out the only candles that sat in the center of the room, earning screams from the others and a shriek from Mineta. No one saw her grin (if they did, they'd run to the hills) as she had made her way to turn on the lights of the room as it was gone before the lights were on. "No need to be so jumpy. It was just a story, after all," she drawled out, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

Mineta glared at her, too shaken up to do anything but go to the bathroom, making Shoji-san accompany him.

"So not cool, Hisoka!" Ashido-san grumbled, scowling lightly at her.

"I have no idea what you mean."

"You blew out the candles! I know you did!" She pointed an accusing finger at her, standing up.

"Nope." Hisoka shook her head. "They blew out on their own."

"Then how'd you get over there?! How'd you know when to turn on the lights?!"

"Because Fumi was done with his story and I knew he'd want them on, so you can all leave and not trip over anything," she explained, earning a huff and agreement from the other two boys.

"I still don't believe you!"

"Believe what you will. I'm only telling the truth."

She received a silently raised eyebrow from Tsuyu before she accompanied the other back to her room. They'd talk about it later. At the same time, Kaminari-san who kept on stuttering and mumbling to himself was led away by a shaken Sero-san, muttering a good night to them before closing the door behind them.

Hisoka turned to Fumi as they both stared at each other for a moment before he let out an amused snort. "Effective as always, Hisoka."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Fumi," she denied with a grin, reaching down to grab her phone and closed out of the app before turning off her phone. "Your story was just that scary."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Hisoka snickered.

She did nothing, nothing at all.

Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan

Date: September 3, 20XX

The next day in class, the group discussed the strange beeping sound they heard last night. It wasn't just Mineta who had heard it – Tsuyu, Sero, Ashido, Kaminari, Tokoyami, and Shoji all heard the same sound. Hisoka had heard something outside but she had been half asleep, so she hadn't been sure if she had been hearing things. It must be some technology malfunction or whatever.

"Hold on, why did the voice only call my name? Tell me it's a lie?!" Mineta panicked when he learned that he'd been the only one who heard his name. "Midoriya, you really didn't hear anything?"

Midoriya-san apologized, holding up a hand, "Sorry, the training was so tiring yesterday that I slept soundly through the night!" He honestly had no idea what the smaller one was talking about. He really didn't want to either...

"Only we heard the voices… then isn't it the curse of Tokoyami's story?" Sero-san tried to joke as he leaned back in his chair, but his smile was forced.

"Eh? What kind of story?" Kirishima-san wedged himself into the conversation, perking up with a grin. He reminded Hisoka of an excited puppy when their owner finally came home. As Kaminari-san opened his mouth to speak, the seated Bakugo-san and Shoto suddenly moved.

Bakugo-san stood up with a clatter, hands slamming against his desk in anger. "So, fucking loud! Stop saying strange things around other people!" He kicked the door open and stormed out. They could hear distant explosions and curses until there was no more.

Izuku reanalyzed Bakugo-san's actions in his head and wondered aloud, "Could it be... he's afraid?"

Jiro, who'd been silent the entire time, admitted a little timidly, "Um, actually I heard it too. A weird beeping sound that went on until dawn." Even Class 1-A's top expert on sounds could testify! The other students fell into a panic.

Hisoka sighed, voice cutting into the panic, "You do realize it could just be some technology. There's nothing to be afraid of. Fumi's story was just that. A story."

"How can you be sure?! Huh?! You heard it too!" Ashido exclaimed.

She shrugged. "Just look around. I'm sure it'll be found one way or another." She stood from her desk after a look at the time. "Now, I've got somewhere to be. I'll see you all later," she told them, closing the door silently as she heard that Iida-san would take responsibility for figuring out the true face of the mystery voice. With a huff, she was on her way.

Location: Development Studio, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan

Date: September 3, 20XX

Hisoka stared in wonder at the finished weapon, Hatsume-san grinning wildly as she explained its features. Power Loader was nowhere to be seen, most likely doing something important. It was small and sturdy, made of grey and black hued light material so it was easy to carry around. She was happy they were able to include that built-in silencer. It would make it hard for others to hear where she was shooting from. Hatsume-san added it could even withstand extreme hot/cold temperatures and so it wouldn't easily be crushed.

There was even an attachable scope!

This was wonderful!

"You've really outdone yourself on this! Thank you, Hatsume-san!" Hisoka offered a small smile, glancing from the weapon that sat in its metal case towards the yellow-eyed and pink locks for hair girl.

"You haven't seen anything yet!" She exclaimed loudly, presenting another silver case. "Meet baby 1342!" Upon opening them were the bullet darts! There were nine different types and they were even color coded. Hatsume-san began blabbing about each type.

The red bullet darts or Blood Darts were the ones where Hisoka would fill with her blood. They were specially made with cooling technology to help the blood last for longer amounts of time. The blood would be able to last for about eight hours before the healing properties would vanish and become normal, everyday blood.

The yellow bullet darts or Paralyzing Darts had both microbots and a specially made liquid within them that could take a full-grown man down with enough force. Depending on the person and if they had an electric-based Quirk like Kaminari-san, the dart may or may not work.

The grey bullet darts or Smoke Bomb Darts were just that. It would best be used to either blind the enemy to get in a sneak attack or make a quick getaway.

The pink bullet darts or Sedative Darts were used to help slow down the target. She was warned that at higher doses, it could result in slurred speech, staggering gait, poor judgment, and slow, uncertain reflexes. However, at lower doses, it could cause a peaceful effect to help relieve anxiety. That would come in handy for the more... rowdy patients if needed.

The blue bullet darts or Comatosing Darts were made from materials that hospitals used to get the target into a medically-induced coma. It would be temporary, of course, brought on by a controlled dose of a barbiturate drug. Depending on how many or who it's used on, it can last from up to one hour to a few days. If used repeatedly, the medically-induced coma could last up to a few weeks and even a few months.

The orange bullet darts or Exploding Darts (Hisoka wondered if they were inspired by Bakugo-san...) would cause an explosion upon hitting its target. It was made from easily explosive dust and was mixed with a material that activated quickly and efficiently. The more that were shot, the bigger the explosion.

The white bullet darts or Flash Darts could blind someone with a white, bright flash. It could also cause confusion.

The purple and black bullet darts or Poison Darts were the most dangerous out of them all. There were two types – toxin (purple), a poison produced by an organism (plant, fungus, or animal), and venom (black), secreted by certain animals, – that should only be used in extreme emergencies. There were only a few.

"Woo..." She didn't know whether to be impressed, excited, awed, or frightened so Hisoka settled for a mixture for all of them. Hatsume-san went above and beyond with creating them... She had only thought up a few... (If Hatsume-san were to ever take over the world one day, Hisoka did not doubt she could do it. She would be one of the first to sign up on following her too!)

"I know!" Hatsume-san crackled, eyes now covered by her protective goggles. "I'm amazing!" There were tools in her hands. "Whenever you run out, tell me. I've got spares galore!" She then lost interest, turning to work on something else as she turned her back towards Hisoka.

Well then...

Grabbing the cases after closing them, Hisoka left on the spin of her heel with her new weapon. To the shooting range!

Location: Small Conference Room, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan

Date of Report: September 3, 20XX
Class/Department: Hero Course, Class 1-A
Student Name: Hisoka Matsushita
Date of Birth: November 19th, 19XX
Chronological Age: 15 Years Old

Aizawa: How has your training been?

Matsushita: Good enough. There's progress in everything, even if it's slow going.

Initial Impressions: 'Matsushita is mostly quiet but formal in her interactions. She can be difficult to read at times but has opened up more over the last few months.'

Aizawa: I have heard some good things from Snipe. I take it that you are enjoying it, then?

Matsushita: [nods] I am. It's always nice to learn new things.

Aizawa: What do you like to learn about?

Matsushita: Different things. Depends on how I feel.

Aizawa: ...How do you feel right now?

Matsushita: Fine.

Aizawa: Just fine?

Matsushita: Yeah.

Side Note: 'It seems that she has become a bit closed off. Matsushita knows why she's here. I have been upfront with her. That does not, however, guarantee if she will be fully cooperative.'

Aizawa: I see. Tell me more about your training.

Matsushita: I've been training with Ojiro-san with hand-to-hand.

Aizawa: How is that coming along?

Matsushita: Ojiro-san is coming along but needs more work. I'll be fine for now.

Aizawa: How would you describe your relationship with Ojiro?

Matsushita: Good. We're friends.

Side Note: 'Future inquiry with other relationships in both in class and out of it will be needed. Family as well.'

Aizawa: Ah. That's good to hear.

Matsushita: [stares blankly] I guess.

End Notes: 'This feels like it's going to be much tougher than previously thought.'

**百物語 ("Hyakumonogatari") It's a game from the Edo period in Japan. This is a game to play while telling Kaidan, or ghost stories. Participants light a hundred candles and settle in for a night of storytelling. After every story, one candle is snuffed out. As the legend goes, when the last candle is extinguished, real spirits will be summoned. The game is a great way to amp up the suspenseful atmosphere as everyone tells ghost stories.

Author's Note: -_- I feel like such an idiot... I lost over 3k of weekend writing just because of my mutt (who's eight months now, totally cute, and a pain in my neck!) wanted to play. Long story short: while taking a little break, my computer died while I was paying attention to her and I forgot to both plug in my computer AND save the document... Needless to say, after crying, prying to Kami-sama in futile hopes of saving anything (which didn't work), moping in the corner (which was actually on the couch), playing with my pup a bit more to cheer myself up, crying some more as I had been at the end of the chapter, I was finally able to complete it! Late again but it's here! -throws a pitiful amount of confetti- Yaaaaaa...

Anyway! Look, my people! I've made another picture of Tetsuya

and this time is when he's a kid before he awakens his Quirk. Isn't he cute?

Link: www._deviantart._com/_nightmarezanez/_art/_Tetsuya-Kurosawa-Child-774552108

RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU WANT TO SEE A DRAWING OF HISOKA'S NEW HERO OUTFIT!

Imma go cry now for. Night… -goes back to the corner and weeps for the chapter that never was-