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- Hmmmm... I've thought up a few different routes on Hisoka's and Eri's relationship would be - like mother and daughter, sisters, companions, etc. And we'll see the starting of the internships starting now. Man... Dragon Ball is oldddd... Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Chapter 52
To Questions and Answers
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: September 12, 20XX
"Regarding the first years' Hero Internships, the results of yesterday's discussion made it abundantly clear..." Aizawa-sensei stared, his gaze as bored as usual. "With the principal at the forefront, the vast majority of teachers had the following to say, 'call it off'." Black eyes narrowed as the shouts rang throughout the class.
"HUHHHHHH?! Even after that whole 'explanation'?!" Kirishima-san cried out, slamming his fists on his desk in distress.
Hisoka sighed. She saw this coming... "Given the whole sequence of events that led to the implementation of the boarding school system, I suppose it was a given..."
Bakugo-san screamed, body stiffening, "'s whatcha get!"
"However," Aizawa-sensei's voice cut through the now silent chatter, "There were also those of the opinion that the current policy keeping you all constantly under our protection wouldn't raise you into strong Heroes. So, we reached the conclusion that 'If it's limited to offices that have a good track record when it comes to internships, the first years shall be allowed to work under them'... So, says the new policy."
"Goddamnit!" Bakugo-san hissed, glaring at the wall.
Uraraka-san stated thoughtfully, "I wonder if Gunhead's place will be alright..." She tapped her chin.
"I suppose I should try and reach out to Selky," Tsuyu muttered, looking at her desk.
There was the off chance Hisoka could get in contact with the Hero Agency in Hosu. She hadn't done much so there was the chance she could still learn or gain something from Manual-san. After doing a bit of research of known Healing Quirk Heroes, she learned that the nearest one - other than Recovery Girl - was on the other side of Japan and another was in China, and she knew she was not going to be allowed to go that far away. There was also the off chance that the one on the other side of Japan was not affiliated with a good Hero Office or even allowed internships for the Hero Work Study. Plus, Manual-san was bound to be a good teacher. From the little she had worked under him, she did learn a few things about what it took to be a Hero and part of the everyday job of a Hero as well.
There were always new things to learn, after all.
Then again, maybe it was best to go under a doctor or someone who knew a lot about medicine. There was bound to be some Heroes like that who did not have a Healing Quirk. That might be a good opportunity.
Maybe.
Hisoka glanced at the clock. Homeroom would be over soon.
While her mother may have taught her a lot in her young life, she didn't know everything. There were many situations she had yet to experience so how was she to know what to do if something came up and she didn't have the necessary tools to help her. Her Quirk, knowledge, and combat skills would only take her so far. There were many potentials and factors to take in as well. Use too much of her Quirk and she would put herself at risk in a situation where she would absolutely need to be conscious.
She let out a soft sigh.
Now that she thought about it, there was another opportunity here as well.
The bell rang. She would try at lunchtime.
Location: Infirmary, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: September 13, 20XX
With no luck the day before, Hisoka counted her blessings that Recovery Girl was in today. The elder woman was out all day yesterday, her schedule packed to the T. She got lucky to see the Pro Hero inside the infirmary during lunch, after morning classes were over. As she slid open the door, brown eyes blinked as two female students dressed in PE uniforms laid on two beds. One, a cat-eared girl with orange and black striped hair, had some broken fingers and bruising along her arms while the other, a tiny girl with dragonfly wings and pale blue skin, had a broken arm.
Recovery Girl was tending to the dragonfly girl when she noticed Hisoka and called out, "Good timing, Matsushita-chan. Put on the coat beside you and take care of Tora-chan." Upon that, the short, elderly woman kissed the other girl on the arm. She whimpered as Recovery Girl's Quirk activated and her broken arm slowly healed.
She shrugged silently, immediately grabbing the coat and swinging it around to put it on over her school uniform before pulling her hair back in a small ponytail. Walking over to the other injured girl, Hisoka introduced herself before asking how she had gotten the injuries.
"Training session," Tora-san answered, scowling. "Tonbo-chan," she gestured to the other now blushing girl, "is a little speed demon and I wasn't watching where I was attacking next and it caught us both off guard... sooo..." She trailed off, her uninjured hand scratching the back of her head as her orange and black striped tail wagged in slight annoyance.
Hisoka nodded in understanding. "Do you have any other feelings of pain anywhere else, any headaches or dizziness when you move around?" She looked over the girl. She must have a high pain tolerance for taking this so well.
"Nah. I'm good." Tora-san waved it off before flinching and muttering an, "Ow..." She gave Hisoka a sheepish grin. "Whoops... I guess so..."
"I see," Hisoka muttered; reaching into the pockets of her borrowed lab coat, she grabbed a syringe in medical plastic wrap. She took it out of the wrapper and smiled slightly at the wide-eyed girl. No finger sucking this time around. "There is nothing to worry about, Tora-san. Do not be freaked out, I'm only going to draw some of my blood."
Seeing the confused look, Hisoka summarized her Quirk to the other girl. "Huh..." was all she had to say. With cautious eyes on her, Hisoka uncapped the syringe and found a vein quickly in the crevice of her elbow between the median cephalic and the median basilic vein. Wiping the injection site with a bit of alcohol, she angled the needle at a thirty-degree angle and injected it in one fluid motion. Drawing ten milliliters was enough from previous experience to know it would heal her patient easily. Pulling the needle out, she then placed a bit of pressure on the site as it healed up easily before another drop of blood could escape from the teeny tiny hole.
She swabbed Tora-san in the same area she did on her own arm with a bit of alcohol before holding out the syringe. "With this, I will inject it into you, and my Quirk will activate and begin healing the injuries you've succumbed to from the last twenty-four hours. It will be painless except for a small sting when I prick the needle into you, but then you'll be as right as rain after a few moments."
"That's it?"
She nodded. "Yup."
"Cool!" Tora-san exclaimed.
"I will now be pricking right here," Hisoka pointed to the area, "and injecting you. Understood?" Getting a nod in return, she did just as she told the injured girl, injecting her blood into the other. It wasn't long before her bruises slowly vanished into thin air, her fingers righted themselves, and Tora-san was healed up. It was fascinating to watch her Quirk in effect and the flinches and winches her got in return. Tora-san had glanced away when her fingers had healed up before flexing her hand and arms when everything was done and over with. The duo soon left, and she was finally alone with Recovery Girl.
The Youthful Heroine gestured to sit after taking a seat in the high back rolling chair in front of the desk stationed inside her infirmary. Hisoka moved the seat so the two were sitting face to face. The work desk included a computer with a rotating U.A. logo on it and a drawer with unspecified medicine next to it. The whole room was decorated with medicinal posters on the walls.
Recovery Girl threaded her yellow gloved fingers together as she regarded the young Hero-In-Training. "Now that there is some spare time, tell me what brings you here, Matsushita-chan."
"Well... You know how they're allowing the Hero internships for the first years?"
"I do," she answered, nodding. "Go on."
Well... She might as well get to it. Hisoka had a feeling the elder woman didn't like it when someone kept beating around the bush... "Would you please be willing to allow me to intern under you?" Hisoka bowed her head to Recovery Girl. "I would like to continue studying under you if you would have me."
"Straighten up that posture, young one." Hisoka felt her knee probed with a cane designed like a syringe and did as she was told, looking Recovery Girl in the eyes. "So, you want to train under me then?
Hisoka nodded. "I do."
"Well, if that were to happen then your free time outside of class will become more limited. You will be working with me more often than not on different days of the week as well as be on call in case of emergencies. There is also the fact that there will be times that you will miss out on Hero Training courses, any course really, to train under me and/or to work in the infirmary. This will be no walk in the park, dear. I know you have some experience already and are quite knowledgeable for your young age but that does not mean you know everything."
"There are always new things to learn and experience."
"That is good to hear. But know this, being a Hero that specializes in first aid and emergency first response is no easy task. There will be times that it will be extremely dangerous, and Villains will want to target you first in battle just because of your Quirk. Going after the healer first could be fatal for not just you but for the civilians, but also your teammates if you were to work in a group with other Pro Heroes . There are also the tough choices that you will surely face if you were to go down the path."
"I know."
"Then let me ask you this. Are you willing to take this chance and go down the path of becoming a Hero that specializes in emergency first response and first aid or not?"
Hisoka stayed silent, looking down at the hands in her lap.
Was she?
It was true she always considered herself a healer first and a Hero second... But as time went on, she couldn't help but think less of that and was slowly coming to think that one was the same - in some form, anyway. She could be both... A specialized Hero...
Would that mean she would have to give up her current training on her newest weapon? Would she have to give up her Kaiken?
Did she truly want this?
"I-"
Recovery Girl held up a hand, silencing any answer she was to give, peering up at her. "Before you answer, I'm going to task you with two assignments. You will have the rest of the week to figure out your answer and give it to me on Monday. Understood?"
"I understand."
She held up one finger. "Your first is to think long and hard about your first question." Then another was held up. "The second... What does a Hero mean to you?"
What?
Huh?
Hisoka gave the nurse a confused and stumped look, making the woman laugh heartily before saying, "Think of this as a starting point for a new chapter in your life." She nodded slowly as the Pro Hero hopped off her seat then. Hisoka followed her move to stand up; her somewhat stiff back cracked a bit making her mentally winch. She did not like that noise. "Well, Matsushita-chan. It was nice talking with you but there are things I need to get done. I will see you this Sunday for our first session together."
Oh... Yeah...
Hisoka had hoped the other had forgotten about that...
"I will see you then." Hisoka bowed in a good-bye to the elderly woman, making her smile and wave as the younger girl left, sliding the door closed behind her.
Location: Hisoka's Room, Fifth Floor of Heights Alliance, South Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: September 16, 20XX
The week was pretty much the same as it always was - classes in the morning, training in the afternoon, homework, healing or bandaging up whoever got injuries from said training, making food (and cookies) for all those hungry mouths... and whatever else was on her list of things to do. They finally had a break from classes and training this Saturday - for most of them anyway. Hisoka was not the only one making themselves busy on their day off. Shoto and Bakugo-san were going to Provisional License Training courses over the weekend, Momo was doing a study session, and it looked like Midoriya-san wasn't the only one to have someone take him under their wing for the internships.
Fumi had mentioned about going under Hawks again like he had done during internships earlier that year. And Tsuyu had told her she was going to be busy today as well... She had left with Uraraka-san to meet up with one of the Big Three not long ago, parting with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to hang out when they came back when she had seen the two off. Kirishima-san was on the same boat, apparently. Good for them.
It seemed that there was a lot of things happening.
She sat at her desk, one of her few notebooks opened before the laptop on as she compiled a lot of different things. Such as some new medical texts that had come out recently as well as a few she didn't have that she was thinking of getting; she was also recording some of the injuries her classmates had gotten recently into her self-made medical files. It was nice to keep around and keep track of - something she updated on the weekends, compiled with little notes scribbled on anything and everything to keep track of everything (by far, Midoriya-san's file was the largest, and both Aoyama-san and Hagakure-san were, by far, the thinnest out of the bunch). Each of her classmates had their own mixture of wounds, both big and small.
That was beside the point... Right now...
Hisoka let out a huff, closing her notebook after finishing up a few more notes and adding it to the drawer where the self-made medical files were, locking it after she was done and putting the key somewhere safe. After that, she bookmarked the tags she wanted to view later and now stared at the empty Google search engine bar. She tapped a pencil against her desk, her foot tapping at the same speed against the wood floor.
What was a Hero?
Google said it was 'A person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.' Similar to a knight or a warrior.
Hisoka considered herself neither.
Heroes saved others at the risk of their own lives. They could be anyone, really. They could do something, even if they had fear, but were still brave enough to do it. Bravery was usually the biggest trait of a Hero.
All Might was brave.
Aizawa-sensei and all her other teachers were brave too.
So was her mother... And so was Stain.
There were all sorts of brave people in her life.
But Hisoka didn't consider herself brave. There were a lot of things she feared... So many things. And that list only grew with time. She may be able to fight and heal and do many things, but, in the end, Hisoka was still Hisoka. This was all just some part of her. It didn't make her any less human. It was the same with people who were fast, people who could fly or control some element for their Quirk, people who were smart, and people with a strong perverted mind. It was just all another characteristic to call their own.
And yet...
What did she want to do? Did she have anything she wanted to do? Did everyone else have something? Something enjoyable? Something she was envious of?
Hisoka let out a sigh, letting her head fall to the desk with a soft thunk and a grumble. Why was this so hard? She thought this was going to be easy... All she wanted to do was help people...
Why didn't she become a doctor then like her mother?
Well, she wanted to do more than help inside an office or a hospital. She wanted to bring hope to those she helped out. She had wanted to be like the Heroes she saw on TV and those she had seen in her city. That saved lives. Even when she knew her Quirk wasn't especially flashy or good out on the field... That's why mother taught her how to fight. To fight and save.
To fight and heal.
That's what she was best at.
Was it easy?
No...
But this was the path she chose, and she was going to stick with it. She was already this far in. She was not going to turn back now.
Sigh...
Lifting her head, she stood up and went to the drawn curtains and pressed a hand against the cool glass as she looked to the sky. The bright sun gleamed as the high fluffy, sunlit clouds drifted lazily in the breeze without destination or purpose across a clear blue sky. Gaps between the clouds widened and closed, one sliding right under another and all were always changing their shape in some way or form, her eyes taking in the colors squeezing through the floating puffballs.
Heroes came in many forms in life. It was a different answer for everyone. She couldn't compare to others on what Hero she wanted to be. She wasn't her mother... She wasn't like him... She wasn't like Fumi or like Tsuyu or like Momo or like Shoto or like All Might or like Recovery Girl or like Aizawa-sensei...
She had many questions. She didn't have all the answers.
There was doubt. (The Red… The crazed… The madness… The stabbing... The bleeding… Time and time and time and time and time again. Forevermore.)
She was weak. (The want of everything around her to bleed. To hunt down everything. To let it rain Red. The pressure from everything. Spinning and spinning and everything going up the clock. Letting it skin back down.)
But despite that, she wanted to go ahead and overcome this.
"Ah..." Hisoka felt a smile tug on her lips.
She had her answer.
Author's Note: And there we have it. Done and over with and I hope you like cuz this chapter felt like it zapped a whole lot of energy to do. But I'm happy with it. I feel like Hisoka is slowly becoming to understand herself more and moving on to be her own type of person (and Hero) away from what Haru wanted or what Stain was wanting her to be. She still has a lot to learn and overcome until she becomes the best Hero she can be but Hisoka is getting there slowly but surely. Though… It won't always be easy.
Lookie! Lookie! I made a character card of Hisoka! (Just take out the spaces and the links should work.)
Link: www._deviantart._com/_nightmarezanez/_art/_Hisoka-Matsushita-Character-Card-784084477