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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Onyx- I haven't seen the Super Broly movie yet. Never really was interested in Dragon Ball, to be honest. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Guest- Yeah, I get that reaction a lot. I love HxH Hisoka and it's a reason why I wanted to name my OC Hisoka. I've also loved that name since it first came out but never had the right opportunity to use it. If the first chapter got your attention, then I hope the rest of the story has. If you catch up to this chapter before I have the next one out, then enjoy! (Fumi is also one of my favs! How could I not give him a role?! ^^) Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Guest- There doesn't always have to be fully blown interactions between characters, but the little things really add to it. The darts actually already have auto-injection/an auto trigger for when they hit the object they go off/inject whatever into the opponent. Thanks for the idea though! Don't worry, she'll be breaking something soon enough. It might be heads or something else. You'll just have to see when it happens. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
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Jarhead- Indeed it has and it'll still where I am, and I am glad for that. Summers here are very hot, and I hate the heat. I get hot easily... -_- Anyway, I'm happy that you like the little bit of info about Hisoka's extended family. (And your reason for the fall out is half right but that's a story for another time.) D'aaaawwwww~! Thank you for that and thank you for reading this story that I am writing. I'll happily continue writing until the end and I hope you continue to read it! Tsuyu is just fine and Toga didn't get enough blood to transform into Hisoka during their fight in the woods. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Chapter 55
To Tears
Location: Car Heading Towards Jikei University Hospital, Nishishinbashi, Minato City Ward, Eastern Tokyo Prefecture, Honshu, Japan
Date: October 4, 20XX
It had been nine in the morning, first period, and Aizawa-sensei was nowhere to be seen when Hisoka had received a message from Recovery Girl via pager to change into her PE Uniform and lab coat (She denied the fact the coat made her look so similar to her mother. A wonderful woman. Someone who stayed in the office. Not an actual Hero but considered one to too many in their hometown. This was her choice and Hisoka would stick by it.) before meeting her at the bus parking lot quickly. All Might had been there and that had sparked her curiosity to its peak, needless to say. However, she had received the news that her Quirk was needed as there had been an emergency situation.
Did it...
"What happened?"
Recovery Girl considered her options, All Might silent as he stared out the window with a grave look in his normally cheery, blue eyes, before she mentioned, "You are not to say a word about this to anyone, not even your classmates. This is confidential information. If you do, then you will be expelled from U.A. Understood?" Her tone expressed the seriousness of the situation, eyes hard.
With a nod, Hisoka said, "Yes, I understand."
Hisoka would not admit to the cold feeling inside the pit of her gut appearing the more Recovery Girl spoke. Tsuyu, Midoriya-san, Uraraka-san, and Kirishima-san with their senpai and Aizawa-sensei, along with a bunch of other Pro Heroes, had made an infiltration attempt on a Yakuza Group called the Shie Hassaikai - the Eight Precepts of Death - led by the Villain Overhaul. They had wanted to take down the group and help rescue a little girl - Eri-chan she was called - they were experimenting and using her to create some weapon to cancel out Quirks.
Hisoka wondered - a faint memory from long ago if this was one of the people that had been on the board when she had been in that room...
Nope.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
She was not going there right now!
No need for that or thoughts of her or thoughts of him or anything of the sort. Hisoka's focus was needed on this. A wave of relief washed through her knowing that none of her classmates died. Tsuyu was okay. No one had died.
"With the critical injuries that were sustained during the infiltration, our Quirks, especially yours, are needed to help them out," Recovery Girl explained. Hisoka nodded again. She would do her best. "Hisoka-chan, you will be working with non-life-threatening injuries unless something comes up."
Hisoka frowned. "Yes."
Yet.
A feeling in the back of her head told her otherwise - a nagging voice in the back of her mind that spoke of nothing but doom ahead. This wasn't going to be a happy visit.
Hisoka hated this feeling.
Location: Room 403, Fourth Floor of Jikei University Hospital, Nishishinbashi, Minato City Ward, Eastern Tokyo Prefecture, Honshu, Japan
Date: October 4, 20XX
The Jikei University Hospital was a tall, white building with large windows and connected with a smaller building in front of it and a glass-like structure to the left with a rooftop garden with the branches of huge trees hanging over the edge, bushes of colorful flowers peeking around it. There were other connecting places around it, bound to be the University itself. As they had arrived in a timely manner, All Might still silent as he hurried out of the car and raced inside through automatic sliding glass doors, she was led by another doctor to the first room that held the Pro Hero Fatgum-san after Recovery Girl had barked out order after order.
The hospital corridor was stuffy, and the air had an undertone of bleach - a common smell. It always did. The floor was a slate grey and the walls were a light magnolia with pictures lining the walls of cheap benign prints of uplifting scenes, and above the double doors were large plastic signs with the areas of the hospital that lied ahead. The ceiling was made from those polystyrene squares laid out in a grid-like frame. She pulled her hair back into a small ponytail, black bangs clipped back on the side so she could see with both eyes.
She was led to her first patient of the day. A yawning, bandaged Fatgum-san, who had been mumbling away about his hunger, was quickly seen to. He only had suffered from numerous bone fractures, but he was doing just fine.
That would be easy to heal.
It took a bit of coaxing with some cookies she had on hand - there was always something sweet on her to help replenish her energy on quick notice - for her to take her blood via syringe - something about a minor fear of needles or whatever. It wouldn't even take that much to heal this. She had healed broken bones far too many times to count. The Pro Hero would be out by the end of the week; the news made Fatgum very excited who was already drooling and daydreaming about all the food he was going to eat when he got out.
She was then shown to where the shared room of Kirishima-san and Amajiki-senpai was, opening the door quietly after being informed that one of the patients was sleeping. Her guide left her to her own devices, spotting the softly snoring Amajiki-senpai in the first bed with bandages all over one side of his face. He wasn't the only one. On the second bed, an injured person sat upright, back leaning slightly against a large, fluffy pillow and just looked like a mummy, wrapped from head to toe in bandages, but she spotted all too familiar red spiky hair poking out of the top.
"Hisoka-chan!" Kirishima-san greeted, grinning. Both of his arms were in some form of a sling and there was a brace around his neck. One of his legs was strung up in the air. The position he was in must be a wee bit uncomfortable. "Look! Imma mummy!"
"Congratulations," Hisoka said, snorting. She moved to the end of the bed where a plastic bid filled with a folder, a clipboard, and some papers sat. "You've come back from the dead. I hope the world of the living will be to your liking. If it is not, then I can point you to the nearest sarcophagus and pyramid." Picking up the clipboard, she glanced over the information, learning what injuries he had - immense bruising and lacerations all over his body.
Not life-threatening.
Good.
"Hah!" He barked, head tilting back, before groaning and mumbling a curse to himself. Letting out a sigh, he finally asked, "So why 're you here?"
She raised an unimpressed eyebrow, setting down the clipboard. "To heal you, Kirishima-san."
"Oh, yeahhhh." He nodded.
"Yeah..."
"Well, thanks then."
She shrugged. "It's no problem. It's what I'm here for after all." Cleaning off her hands with some disinfectant, wiping them off before taking a boxcutter she had on hand (don't ask her where she got it), she looked at the mummified boy. "How are you feeling right now?
"Shitty."
She walked over to the side of the bed, getting closer to him. "Understandable. So... The Yakuza, huh?"
"Yup," he said, popping the 'p'. "I was very manly out there! Everyone was!" He tried to puff out his chest.
Eyes narrowing, she cut her finger deeper then she should have, the blood surfacing and dripping down her hand quickly and shoved it into his mouth and hissed. "Well, there a limit to how far you should push your manliness! Now, suck it you, idiot."
Red eyes widened as the boy choked for a moment on the finger and began to suck on it. Hisoka felt the instant her Quirk became effective, bits of her energy slowly leaving her after a few moments.
After pulling it out, Kirishima-san looked up worriedly. "I uhm... I'm sorry...?"
"Damn right you are." She grabbed a bandage from her medical package and began to stop the bleeding before wrapping a white cloth around her finger. "You better be happy that I'm not like Bakugo-san or I'd be blasted off to become a star." Even if the boy didn't admit it, they were best friends and he worried in his own... explosive... way. "Though, if I had the choice, you'd become mincemeat..."
She could see the other begin to sweat nervously. "I-I... Please don't cut me!" He exclaimed, arms beginning to flail around. "I have a good reason! I was protecting Fatgum and-and...!"
"Stop that," she said after a sigh, placing a hand on his arm. "You're going to hurt yourself again if you keep doing that. It'll take a bit of time before my Quirk will begin to take effect so take it easy for the rest of the day."
Kirishima-san sighed in relief before dropping and giving her a hurt puppy look. "Hisoka-chan..."
They might not be all that close like he was with some of the others, but she liked Kirishima-san. He was fun to be around and was someone who you could count on in tough times. Kirishima-san really was like a puppy. He just needed the ears and tail. She cared for her classmates... friends... They were one big ass, dysfunctional family - not including all the issues (from daddy to mental, they were all there) each of them carried - that would make Aizawa-sensei's hair go gray by the end of the year. (If she remembered correctly, that was one of the bets some of the boys had made earlier in the year... You didn't hear it from her!)
They just might make Hisoka's hair go gray instead with how often Hisoka seemed to patch them up.
Yeah...
A dysfunctional family they were.
"Just..." Hisoka huffed before giving him a small smile. "You did good, Red Riot."
He stared at her for a moment, eyes watering before he beamed at her. "Hisoka-chan! Thanks!"
"Just finish healing and come back."
"Yes, ma'am!" He said before a thoughtful look appeared on his face. "Hey... Am I going to become a vampire now that I drank your blood?"
What?
"Uh..."
Kirishima-san's grin was back in full force. "I could be a vampire mummy! Yeah! That sounds so cool and manly!" He started making vampire noises, earning an eye roll from the girl. Well, at least he didn't have any brain trauma. That was one thing Hisoka knew her Quirk couldn't heal...
"Kirishima-san, quiet down. Amajiki-senpai is asleep."
"Ah... Sorry..." He grinned, laughing lightly as Hisoka made her rounds on the still sleeping boy. It looked like he was going to be out for a while longer.
Taking a look over Amajiki-senpai's own file, it looked like that he sustained a fissure-like wound on his face but that it would heal up soon enough and without a trace given time. Amajiki-senpai was lucky. Many would love to have that opportunity. Hisoka gave him some blood. Just a little. Just to help speed up the healing process. There were a few others she was to check over.
She couldn't have herself fainting, after all.
With another glance at the third year's sleeping form, she promised, "When you come back, there'll be some cookies waiting for you and your friends."
Kirishima-san perked up. "I want some cookies too! Hospital food totally sucks, dude!"
"When you get out, there'll be some waiting for you and everyone else," she told him, stepping back from Amajiki-senpai's bed after taking some sweets from her pocket and setting it on the table beside him. Something to enjoy when he wakes up. Turning, she placed some next to Kirishima-san. "To tide you over for now.
"Yatta!" He cheered.
Yeah... Just like a puppy.
Location: Hallway, Fourth Floor of Jikei University Hospital, Nishishinbashi, Minato City Ward, Eastern Tokyo Prefecture, Honshu, Japan
Date: October 4, 20XX
It was a few hours later, well into the early afternoon, after she had finally finished her rounds when a tall, thin man with the face of a centipede dressed in a black tuxedo and a scarf that looked like a centipede wrapped around his neck came to her side. Sweat dripped down the side of his face, shoulders shaking and breathing heavy as if he ran a decathlon five times over. "Are..." Finally catching his breath, he asked, "Are you Hisoka Matsushita-san, Recovery Girl's assistant?"
Hisoka tilted her head, giving the other a curious gaze. "I am her. Is there something you need? Does sensei need me?"
"I am Centipeder and I wish we could have met under better circumstances, but we are in a hurry." Centipeder introduced himself, speaking quickly. "Recovery Girl needs to see you immediately. There is an urgent matter she needs your help with!"
"I see," she said, back straightening. "Please lead the way then."
The Pro Hero nodded and led the way. Hisoka followed closely behind him.
Location: Private Room 3, Intensive Care Ward, Sixth Floor of Jikei University Hospital, Nishishinbashi, Minato City Ward, Eastern Tokyo Prefecture, Honshu, Japan
Date: October 4, 20XX
All Might's eyes had pleaded with her. They were hard. They were sad. His eyes glimmered with watery tears and he looked as if the whole world was about to crumble.
The other two dressed in their Hero Costumes - Centipeder and a young woman with light blue skin, short, ruffled dark blue hair, and wide yellow eyes - stared at her with slightly hopefully eyes. Centipeder had wrapped an arm around her shoulders the moment they had come in as those yellow eyes welled up with a pang of sadness her young years should not possess.
Hisoka wasn't sure about this. Her legs were numb, and her heart twisted and sunk with nerves that were quick to fray. In her building anxiety, she constructed elaborate rationalizations for why everything would turn out alright, but still, that nagging voice was back. That gut pit feeling came back with a vengeance and ate at her quickly as she stood among them, the surgeon and Recovery Girl urging her to hurry towards the unconscious, pale man - Sir Nighteye-san, All Might's old sidekick, she later learned - that had wires and tubes sticking out of his stomach. Machines - heart monitors and oxygen tanks - surrounded his hospital bed, IVs attached to his arms, and all sort of things she didn't know what their uses were were attached to him.
The light was too bright for her eyes after the darkening gloom outside. She found it abrasive, enough perhaps to bring on the sharp pain of a headache but she ignored it. She was here to help.
She'd do what she could.
This was her purpose, after all.
To heal. (Not to... fight...)
But still. Just from looking at the man's body it looked like he had set one foot through Shinigami-sama's front door.
A step forward; brown eyes glanced back at the small elderly woman and voiced her concerns, "I... I'm not sure if my Quirk can... Well, I'm not sure if it'll heal him with how extensive his wounds are."
She remembered Aizawa-sensei's damaged face - blood crusting all over it and everything smashed into an unrecognizable mask. She remembered Thirteen's back - his suit and back cut open all the way to the bone. He had been lucky it hadn't been a career-ending injury. She remembered bits and pieces of moments she was unsure of. Blood. Tall men and women in shadows. Her mother. (What...) Time and time and time and time again.
"You don't know that if you don't try," Recovery Girl rebutted.
Even then. To where it had all begun-
"-ot funny!"
Fumi wouldn't wake up. She tried shaking him. Nothing. His eyes were dull. Like those animals. The cat from the alleyway. The little birdies from the background. The neighbor's annoying dog. Blood pulled from his head, staining his black feathery hair, and his legs were bent at an odd angle. (Something felt wrong. It didn't matter... Why?)
Silence...
"Th-there has to be something..." This was all her fault. Fumi was different. She had to do something about all this. He accepted her no matter what. There was just so much coming out!
Anything!
Why?!
So much red... Nothing but red coming out. She would do anything to help him! (Nothing would come to hurt him if she could help it. Nothing...) They cut more. More changes. Something. Something was happening.
This had to do it! (It was dripping... Red. So much red!)
Now!
"Hisoka!"
Hisoka glanced at the short woman, some odd feet from her. Oh, yes. This. Her shoulders felt stiff. Heavy. (The world. Only a second had gone by. She felt a drop of sweat trickle down the back of her neck. She hated that.) They wanted her to save him. They thought her Quirk was that powerful.
Was it?
She took a step forward to the patient's side. She had to let go of her emotions. The headache was back. It was not a good thing to have.
Hisoka never really figured it out, to be honest. The full potential of her Quirk that is. Never really thought about it. It was to heal. That was it.
Nothing more.
Yet so much more.
Her body was made for this. It was in her blood. So, she would do her best. She would offer herself then. And so Hisoka did just that, slowly cutting open her arm and using the syringes one by one into the man's decapitated arm. It felt like forever. Eternity - a state to which time has no application; timelessness.
It did little to help.
Something inside her twisted around. It was an ugly feeling. She hated it. It happened even when she couldn't help it.
Her head began to feel fuzzy. Was she swaying?
Ah... Did she give too much again?
She did give a lot today... She really needed to work on that.
Hisoka felt something warm rest gently on her hand, stopping her from giving more, droplets of blood dripping onto white sheets and staining them. She blinked, glancing downward at the man before her. Why were her eyes wet? Why weren't they stopping?
Oh...
Oh.
He was smiling, the strikingly bright irises of his eyes soft. Ah. He understood.
She would only prolong his inevitable death.
"It's okay... Everything... will be okay," he muttered, voice raspy. His eyes, tired but filled with peaceful hope, seemingly shimmered for a moment but that could have been a trick of the light! Brown eyes slowly widened - what did he mean? - as she was slowly pulled back by Recovery Girl, guided away from his form. No...
She could do something! (Why?)
Her Quirk could help him! (No matter what, it wouldn't change anything.)
She had to. (No.) She had to!
Shehadtoshehadtoshehadtoshehadtoshehadtoshehadtoshehadtoshehadto- (What? Stop.)
"Hisoka..." She turned to look down at the Pro Hero, blinking slowly as she was led to the door. No. She... "Go to the restroom and wash up."
She...
"I..."
"You did all that you could. There is nothing more we can do for him," Recovery Girl said, turning away from her before repeating, "Go."
But-
A sharp pang rushed through her head, making her stuff down the sigh that almost escaped past her lip. Not now. Her shoulders slumped, heavy and stiff more so than before as she turned on the heel of her foot and walked out of the room, past them all. She felt their eyes on her immediately, All Might standing upon her appearance, and before they could say a word to her, she ducked her head and left.
Location: Female's Bathroom, Sixth Floor of Jikei University Hospital, Nishishinbashi, Minato City Ward, Eastern Tokyo Prefecture, Honshu, Japan
Date: October 4, 20XX
Crash.
Hisoka blinked slowly, tilting at her head as she stared, eyebrows knitting together into a frown. It was music to her ears as bits of glass rained to the ground - fragments sharp enough to cut on contact - as the image of a falling foul to an errant stone was broken and warped within the mirror before it broke into a thousand glittering fragments. Bit and pieces stuck themselves into her fist, the other hand gripping the side of the white porcelain sink, droplets of blood staining the white. It mixed with the running water before it went down the drain.
Her eyes would roam critically from one feature to another and catalog it in her brain. Brown eyes. Pale skin. Black hair.
She was her.
Her was she?
She took a deep breath and counted to ten, turning off the water as blank eyes stared at one another. Ears perked up; she heard nothing but the strained, suffocating silence within the bathroom. Someone would have come by now. She was not silent.
Like her heart.
It hurt.
Crack... Crack...
Calm.
She needed to be silent. (Sane. Mind in check. Unable to hurt her friends and loved ones. Done and down and done and down the little mouse went. Mother... Him... Silent!) What was becoming of her?
Hisoka brought back her hair into the tight ponytail once more after she rinsed the blood off her hands as brown eyes glanced around her. Ah...
What a mess...
Why was she so angry? Why did she cry?
This was a part of the job. This was what she wanted. (Yes?)
Death was inevitable once you were born. It was part of the cycle. Everyone's story came to an end one way or another no matter how many chapters they had or how long the story was. She had seen it before.
Her mother told her many times about it. She had seen it before. Mother had shown her what it looked like. Death. (Why did this affect her so much?)
As always, death was so blunt that it seemed to mock everyone in its simplicity. It was like trying to catch wild butterflies; it always escaped your reach when you were longing for its embrace. And like trying to escape a consuming darkness, it always found you - ready or not. Death defined the very existence of nature, the never-ending cycle, and taunted all those around it with the vastness of its almighty power. Death has the ability to be both merciful and merciless.
Death was fair.
Life...
No matter what, you couldn't save everyone no matter how hard you tired.
She needed to get a grip.
Silence.
One...
Two...
Three...
She took another deep breath.
Four...
Five...
Six...
Carefully, she slowly took the pieces of glass of out her hand one by one. The cuts stung (for a second then nothing...), bleeding more with each one she took out, but she continued until they were all gone. Then it stopped. Nothing was there. She reapplied a bandage. It looked like it did every day. (Strange. Heal... Who?)
Seven...
Eight...
Nine...
She was okay now. Everything was okay.
Ten.
Crack...
Time to go.
Location: Hallway, Sixth Floor of Jikei University Hospital, Nishishinbashi, Minato City Ward, Eastern Tokyo Prefecture, Honshu, Japan
Date: October 4, 20XX
"Hisoka-chan?"
"Matsushita."
Hisoka turned her head to look over her shoulder to a frowning Aizawa-sensei - same posture, same tired expression. Seemed to be favoring the right leg though. There were bandages under his shirt. Most likely stitches too. He didn't have his capture weapon... - who stopped a few feet away with Midoriya-san - the damage on his Hero Costume suggested more injuries then what was seen. His arm collected more scars. His fingers looked more warped then before.
Hmmm...
"Midoriya-san... Aizawa-sensei..." Hisoka turned fully and tilted her head. "Are you both okay?"
The green-haired boy grinned, raising both arms and mimicked his personal Hero. "Everything is alright!" His eyes covered his sadness.
Brown eyes wandered over to her teacher. "Sensei?"
He shrugged as he let out a yawn. "I'll heal up in time. Nothing I really haven't handled before." When he saw her raise a hand, his eyes narrowed as they flashed red.
Hisoka lowered her hand, scowling in return. "Hmmm..."
Midoriya-san, oblivious to it, asked, "Ney, Hisoka-chan! What're you doing over here?"
"I've been helping Recovery Girl with the injured all day," she sighed, suppressing a yawn before stuffing her hands in her pockets, reminiscent of Aizawa-sensei. Sleepy... (She didn't want to dream.)
"Really? So, you've seen everyone then?"
"More or less... I guess." She still hadn't seen the girls yet. She was worried about Tsuyu. "Are you two heading somewhere?"
He nodded, green eyes becoming watery. "Yeah."
"Which room?"
"Three."
"I'll take you there." Hisoka turned on the heels of her shoes without another word, the two males following after her a second later. She disliked the burn on the back of her neck. It itched.
Location: Private Room 3, Intensive Care Ward, Sixth Floor of Jikei University Hospital, Nishishinbashi, Minato City Ward, Eastern Tokyo Prefecture, Honshu, Japan
Date: October 4, 20XX
They walked in silence until they made it to the room; she turned to look at Midoriya-san. "I-is he..." Hisoka turned away, a nervous sweat dripped down her cheek, as the two double doors slid open and the boy gasped in surprise, "Recovery Girl! All Might!" Stepping out of the way, they allowed him to move into the room, seeing everyone had moved inside while she was gone. "But why are you here?!"
He looked back at his hero who was frowning as they entered the room, then over at Bubble Girl. Hisoka turned away when All Might took a quick look at her, stepping to the side with her teacher as they watched the scene play out.
"I asked him to come. Be-because..." Bubble Girl started crying and put her hands over her eyes. "S-Sir was always thinking about All Might..."
Centipeder took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket, handing it over to her before wrapping an arm around her shoulders, consoling her. "Awata..."
"Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do..." The surgeon began; a medical face mask was over the lower part of his face. "Honestly, it's a miracle he's still alive right now."
Recovery Girl's expression was solemn as Midoriya-san's hands began to shake. "At this point, my Quirk nor Hisoka's was any help." She sighed. "I'm sorry to say... But we don't think he'll last to see tomorrow..."
"But..." Midoriya-san's adam apple bobbed as he gulped and looked up at all the machines in the room, hearing the weak beeping sound of his heart monitor. Green eyes turned to the bed, growing wide.
Hisoka wrapped her arms around herself, fingernails digging into her pale skin, leaving behind indents while keeping herself in check. Silent. Brown eyes side glanced when she felt something lightly tap her. Aizawa-sensei stood close to her, hunched over like usual. Was he worried?
There was no need to be.
She was fine. (finefinefinefinefinefinefinefinefinefinefinefine)
"Nighteye!" All Might walked over with him, his tone a sad worried one. Midoriya-san felt a sickness inside his gut as his whole body turned cold, biting his lip as he saw all the hoses and wires, all going inside the hole of the hero's stomach. Nighteye-san opened his eyes weakly as they stood at his bedside.
"All... Might..." Nighteye-san's voice was hushed, hindered by the oxygen mask he wore to keep him breathing. "You finally came to see me... When I'm on my deathbed...?"
All Might gazed down at the dying Hero sadly. "I don't even know how to reply to that... I've... done such an awful thing..."
"Nighteye!" Midoriya-san put his hands on the bed's railing, tears starting to collect in his wide eyes. "You... You can't go...! You have to live! Hang in there, please! There's has to be something that can be done!"
"Hah... It's okay... Midoriya..." Nighteye-san's breathing was shallow. "All Might... You humble yourself too much... It's not like I blame you... or anything... all I wanted... was for you to be happy... That's why... If you've decided to fight against fate... I'm fine with that..."
"I want you to fight against fate too! Please!" All Might's voice was filled with grief and regret as he too leaned on the bed rail. "Let me make amends for everything I've done!"
"Making amends..." Nighteye-san laughed out, "I also owe a lot of people... for troubling them..." He opened his eyes again and looked up at them. "Up until now... I've been searching for every possible way... to change your future. I wanted to change the future where you... are killed... Searched... Searched..." He struggled to speak, coughing weakly. "Searched all this time... But nothing worked... I couldn't... change a single thing... But then..." He stared at Midoriya-san. "Midoriya showed me a way... I just couldn't... clear these doubts away... 'I can't change anything...' 'It's impossible to change...' Those thoughts always stuck in the back of my mind... Looking back... I think... it was all about energy..."
"Nighteye..." All Might mumbled, hand tightening on the railing as his knuckles turned white.
He looked up at the ceiling. "A future that you strongly wish for... So strongly, that there's no room for doubt... A strong and clear vision... Energy... From wishing... I'm sure Midoriya's not the only one... I think everyone believed so strongly... in a single future that it all just joined together." His voice cleared just a bit as he continued to speak, "I think all that energy was focused into Midoriya, and this was the result of him... Firing it all out at once... The future is never certain... You changed my views on that... I am... very satisfied with that... However... I regret one thing..."
Then the sound of footsteps stomping against the floor was heard. "Wait! Togata-san!"
"SIR!"
The doors crashed open as they all saw Mirio-senpai wrapped in bandages, running into the room towards the bed. A nurse was trying to pull him back or at least make him slow down, gripping the back of his light green hospital shirt. "You mustn't move around just yet!"
Mirio-senpai escaped the nurse's hold, limping as fast as could on his sprained ankle towards the bed. "Sir Nighteye!" Midoriya-san stepped back hurriedly to let him through as he grabbed the bed rail.
Nighteye-san muttered softly, "Mirio..."
"No!" Mirio-senpai leaned over as he cried in sorrow. "Please don't die! You can't go! You just can't! Sir!"
The black-haired man stared softly, quiet for a moment before he spoke to the sobbing boy, "Mirio... I've made you experience... so much hardship... If only I had... been more astute..."
"NO!" Mirio-senpai shook his head. "You taught me everything! It's because of you that I've gotten so strong! It's because of you that I'm still alive here and now! Please, you have to keep teaching me!" He sobbed in anguish, "You can't die!"
Midoriya-san mumbled, tears streaking down his cheeks, "Senpai..."
"Mirio... It'll be alright." Nighteye-san lifted his hand up and rested it against the boy's cheek, clearing away some tears with his thumb. "You are becoming an outstanding Hero." Nighteye-san activated his Quirk. "This is... The only future that we shouldn't change..."
"Sir...!" Mirio-senpai cried out.
"Society needs smiles, laughs, and energy..." Nighteye-san looked up at all of them, his hand lowering from Mirio-senpai's face. "To bring about a brighter future... So please..." He closed his eyes while the heart monitor slowed in its beats. "Keep... Smiling..." With his final breath, a peaceful smile appeared on Nighteye-san's lips as his soul was taken away by Shinigami-sama's hands.
Aizawa-sensei's warm hand resting on her head didn't erase the tears that slowly trickled down her cheeks.
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: October 4, 20XX
Aizawa sighed as he shifted one of his most troublesome students - it was a toss-up between her or Midoriya - to be able to open the door to her dorm room. It was late, almost midnight, and everyone who wasn't in the hospital was asleep. Every one of his students had either stayed with their Pro Hero mentor, such as the girls, or at the hospital. Except this troublesome one. She had fallen asleep when no one was looking so Recovery Girl had asked him to take her back to the dorm.
And so, they were here.
He placed the sleeping girl on the bed, pulling back the blanket and tossing it over her.
With a glance over, making sure that everything was in check, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Location: Unknown
Darkness...
Only darkness...
It was cold. Nothing.
It hurt.
Crack... Crack...
Sometimes hell is not a place or a person but the state of one's mind. Thoughts and fears run wild. Unbound. The mind can make a heaven out of hell or a hell out of heaven. Sweet dreams.
Author's Note: With everything that has been going on in my life currently and as it's the final few weeks of the Spring Term as well as I'm about to graduate, writing has a hit and miss. I was able to get a little done but then other things came in the way and I have missed it dearly! I have missed all of you. I always love reading what you guys say. ^^ It makes me smile, laugh, think, etc. I can only hope to have a normal schedule come the hot, hot, HOT summertime. I'll do my best around the classes (thank god they're all online!) that I've picked to move forward with my next degree and future career.
So, my dear readers, rejoice in this extra-long chapter (full of tears, madness, talking, a lot of thinking, and things you might have not expected to have happened!) as I move onto completing the next WL chapter that should hopefully be out soon!
Drawing Time! Something simple. Nothing extreme. But it's cute. I think. Just go and take a look! Also, I finally did that genderbend I mentioned a while back. (Just take out the spaces and the links should work.)
Link: www._deviantart._com/_nightmarezanez/_art/_Haru-Matsushita-Connection-791167780
Link: www._deviantart._com/_nightmarezanez/_art/_Hisoka-Matsushita-Connection-791168248
Link: www._deviantart._com/_nightmarezanez/_art/_BNHA-Genderbend-793185820
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! (And a bunch of other holidays that've passed!)