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:
Lortee- You got that right! And here we thought she was going to be a wonderful parent~! Yet now here we are. I wonder what will happen next... Oh Aizawa, always be there for Hisoka. Just be as you have been. She'll be needing it. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Youneedtogoback- Well, you can't please everyone. Even if you don't like the story, I know there's a lot more who do enjoy reading it. ^^ Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
DragonBorne10- Hopefully. Maybe. But with how this story is going currently, there's no way that's happening. Maybe it'll never happen. Stain will make another appearance soon enough. I've got plans for them all. Yeah, I've seen Frozen 2 when it was opening night at about 11 p.m. with my sister who's a big Disney fan. I really liked the movie - thought it was funny - but there were a few parts that made me question things. The animation was awesome and the songs, overall, were pretty good. Into the Unknown was nice but after being basically forced to hear it over and over I kinda don't like it anymore. It's just a regular song. It had been the same when I heard Let It Go a million times... Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Vedahzii- Hisoka would be of the Cleric Class but that was kinda obvious because of what her Quirk is. She'd mostly be sarcastic and sadistic who has a dark and sick sense of humor. She'd have very high Wisdom with Strength and Agility being next. I am unsure what kind of weapon she'd have but I like a war hammer would be amusing for her to use. Maybe a crossbow would be nice or hell... an enchanted kitchen knife for the heck of it. That'd be an amusing picture to see! She could also bitch slap the enemy with the power from whatever Deity she'd be under. I also drew a picture of what she'd look like as a Cleric and it's on my DA. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Guest- I always love hearing that. It makes me a bit more motivated to write chapters, knowing that people get excited or are at least happy to see whenever I update. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Chapter 60
To Slowly Sinking
Location: Unknown
Hisoka was swinging her blade, cutting down one Villain after the next, a grin on her face. She was almost there… She could see them fighting, worn out! But she would help them!
Blood… It was raining everything… All drowning in Red…
Of course, she would! She was her, after all!
"Fumi! Are you okay?!" she called out, panting as she finally climbed to the top of the mountain.
Piles and piles and piles of corpses below. Battered and bruised.
Dead.
A Stain.
The bright blood moon shined down, encasing everything in a magnificent red light. She could finally save them! Nearing him, she frowned as they faced away from her. Fumi held his head up. "Fumi? What's wrong? Why aren't you answering?" She approached Fumi, an arm reaching out.
"Why…" he croaked out, head snapping right at her; milky red eyes stared into the frozen sky while the lipless mouth hung open. Blood flowed, thick and sluggish, from a slash across his neck, spilling out like a nest of glistening grey snakes.
No!
Nononononoonononono!
"You… did this…" Then it slid, blood spraying everywhere as it came as a red fountain to spread over the mountain, spraying in every direction as it combined with the rain, spreading and spilling all over her. He raised his hand to his neck before falling to his knees, eyes wide.
What… No…
It can't be…. She backed away, feeling nothing. Why?
What was happening?!
It couldn't be real!
All around her were scattered corpses of those she knew. Lifeless. Scattered in multiple places, stained with dried blood, crimson. Slumped over, half-sitting, half-laying, broken. Battered. Almost devoid of skin and pitted by burrowing insects. They were staring at her. All at her. Like dolls. Everyone. No one was left. Why?
It couldn't be real! It couldn't be real! It couldn't be real!
She backed away, unable to find her voice before she felt something grab her ankle. She tripped backward, falling down, down, down before she hit something solid. She sat up, groaning, head throbbing. Why… Her eyes glimmered with watery tears and she felt as if the whole world was about to crumble. She dropped down on her knees and screamed with all her might.
It couldn't be real!
"Could it though?" Her eyes snapped open, staring down at the reflection. Herself. Red eyes stared back. She tilted her head. "You think this isn't real? That this is simply a bad dream?"
Hisoka shook her head, eyes tightening and yet she could still see them. The red. She could still hear her!
"You can never protect your precious people. Your friends. Your family."
Stop it!
That wasn't true!
"This is what you truly are."
She wasn't that! How could she do something like that to them?! To hurt her loved ones?! She couldn't hurt them!
Not them! Never them!
"But it's true."
No!
"Deny all you want. This is what your future will be."
Never!
"This is what you are meant to become!"
She would never be that! She would prevent it with all her might!
Brown eyes snapped open when all she could hear was a ringing noise. She felt herself retract; she felt her own hands drench with the oozing red liquid that was as clear as rubies. They floated down her hand. She didn't remember what happened.
Did…
Did she kill someone?
What had happened?
Blood appeared around her, in her, becoming everything, portraying its deadly beautiful shades of red. Her eyes watched as each finger slowly moved, tracing in the air, entranced by the color of her skin. It seemed to be simply no different from wet thick mud, but it wasn't…. It was cold. It was hot… She stared. Red eyes reflected in her own.
It was all around them. Everything began to slowly sink. Everything drowned. So much red then. It surrounded them. The red darkened. They too began to sink into the red.
So much...
She grinned.
"So what's the difference between dream and reality?"
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 16, 20XX
Brown eyes snapped open as her body came back to life. Adrenaline flooded her bloodstream, entering every crevice as it pumped and beat like it was trying to escape. Her heart wanted to explode. Her body wanted to run. She felt her chest tighten, hand gripping at the worn shirt, wet coughs escaping her. Gasping, she greedily inhaled all the air she could, breathing in short pants.
In...
Out...
In...
Out...
In...
Out...
In...
Out...
With her breathing paced out more evenly, she could hear past the rush of blood in her ears and the buzzing in her brain. Together, they were panicking with jump-leads when suddenly it all flatlined. It felt like she was just there. Her mind was fuzzy, and she couldn't really think. Hisoka glanced around after a while of staring at the ceiling. She was in her room.
Herroomherroomherroom
Was it her room? Her room was back home. This was her home now. No? Yes?
Was it?
Home was back home where Fumi and Aunty and Uncle and mother were. Where was Fumi?
Where was everyone?
Fumi was sleeping. Here was there. Where she was. Aunty and Uncle were back where she had spent all of her life before coming to U.A. - the thing that changed her life - and mother...
"I love you, my child."
"I... love you too..." she managed to ramble out, throat feeling thick and voice heavy.
Haru giggled. "My sweet child."
Did her mother even remember?
Why...
How could she have done this? Was this her fault? How did her mother end up like this? No...
It was his fault... If they had never met, her mother wouldn't have ended up like that.
Her fault... Was it?
What was his name again? Her name?
What was happening to her?
"Hisoka. Your name is Hisoka Matsushita," he finally answered.
"Hisoka... Matsu..shita..." she muttered to herself, voice cracking under the strain. A faint whisper for all but the living to hear.
Aizawa-sensei...
Why does he watch her so often? Why did he have - make, force, willing... - her talk to him? Why did he want her to improve so much? Why did he do so much for her? Why did he... care so much?
Aunty and Uncle - familial, caring, took care of her, watched over her and Fumi, encouraged her to be who she wanted to be, came to love her as if she was their own, loved her even now - cared... Fumi - her childhood, someone who she'd die for, someone who'd do the same, the one who understood her most, who had seen her ups and downs, who loved her and she loved him just as much - cared... Mother...
Her classmates - friends, acquaintances, sparring partners, girls that hung out with each other in the evening, late-night studies, cooking together, movies, video games, arguments, so many cookies eaten - cared... Tsuyu - the one she liked the most, the one who she found herself wanting to spend a long time with, the one who she wants to be with, the one who loved her just as she did - cared...
And yet none knew what was inside her...
The Red...
They couldn't know... She wouldn't let them... She would rather vanish than let them know...
Hisoka gripped her shirt again, fingers slowly whitening, just over where her still beating heart was. Calm. Calm down. She was okay. She was there. Here.
But Aizawa-sensei...
Why did he feel different?
He was her teacher - her homeroom teacher to be exact - sure, but he wasn't the only one. They had lots of teachers, each encouraging them to do their best, to work hard and get better in order to be their best Hero in the future. But Aizawa-sensei... He looked after them. Her. He seemed more invested in her future - in herself - more than anyone. She saw the looks he gave her, as blank as they were, and the subtle hints and tips he gave them.
He cared.
In his own way.
She let out a sigh, head beginning to hurt. Closing her eyes, she slowed her breathing - In and out... In and out... In and out... In and out... Just like she was taught - and stayed like that, entering what seemed to be limbo before sunlight slowly filtered in from the curtains, brightening up the room ever so slightly.
People were starting to get up, some already have, and others would wait until the last minute, as the noise began to ever so slightly echo in the building. It was not long after that Hisoka heard a soft knocking on her door. Brown eyes opened, half-lidded. and listlessly looked at the door to her room, locked.
"Hisoka?"
The knocking grew louder. "Hey! C'mon it's time for class!"
"You're going to be late if you don't get up soon!"
Hisoka ignored them all, closing her eyes again before she turned on her side as she pulled the covers over her head, trapping herself inside her own world.
"They'll never be able to understand you..."
"They'll abandon you if they knew..."
"How could they ever accept the true you?"
"They'll only hurt you..."
Her body stiffened, curling more into itself, her shut eyes tightening as she cupped her hands over her ears. No... No... Leave her alone! Go away!
"Never."
Location: Unknown
"Hey... wake up... This isn't funny anymore..."
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
"Wake up!"
So much red... Nothing but red coming out. This was all her fault. She had to do something about all this. There was just so much coming out!
"Th-there has to be something..."
"You will be scattered-" (Move... MoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMoveMove! Move! They couldn't have her!)
"DON'T GO!"
Where was she?
The bodies... They were all around her... This was all her fault. herfaultherfaultherfaultherfaultherfaultherfaultherfault
Everyone... There was just so much coming out!
She had to do something about all of this. "My sweet child."
Something grabbed her hand and she turned, staring straight into red eyes. Those eyes. The red - the hint of red she was for sure were eyes seemed to peer right into her soul - Dangerous.
She wanted to hurt something... someone...
Who?
She. Her. The one in front of her. (It was dripping all around her... Red. It would drown her if it could right then and there. So much red!) Everything would change back. Sounds, whispers, and rustles.
Light on a blade. Death on a blade.
She called for help... Why did no one come?
Pain and weightlessness.
"Go away!"
"Give in."
"Why are you here?!"
"I've always been here."
"For how long?"
"From the beginning. Always."
"Why can't you leave me alone?!"
"You know why."
"Are you even real or just a hallucination?"
"Is anything even real?"
"Who... Who are you?"
Red eyes flashed. A grin. "You know who I am."
Mirror.
Freeze.
"I'm the only one you can truly count on in the end."
Location: In Front of 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 17, 20XX
That morning, Tsuyu frowned as she set down a plate of rice balls she and some of the other girls had made, plastic wrap over them, in front of Hisoka's room. She had taken the other plate from last night, still filled with uneaten food. She placed a note next to it. She really hoped Hisoka would eat it this time; she must be hungry from not eating yesterday. It worried the others a bit when she hadn't been in class yesterday but had been quelled down when Aizawa-sensei told them she had become rather sick after catching something and so had the next few days off when one of the boys had asked about her. He had mentioned that she should be better by the end of the week and to just not bother her.
If Hisoka had really been sick, she would have at least mentioned it over text to her or even to Fumi or one of their friends, but she didn't answer her messages or anyone else's apparently. That worried Tsuyu and the others quite a bit. Hisoka wasn't like that. She'd at least say to not bother her.
Tsuyu knocked lightly on the door, unsure if the occupant would hear her but hoped she would. "Hisoka, I left some rice balls for you so please eat them. We're heading to class now. Everyone says that they hope you'll feel better soon and to answer their messages when you can. I'm heading out now..." Tsuyu rested her forehead against the door. "Please... Get better soon... I love you..." She took a step back then, giving the door one last glance before heading out for the day.
Location: In Front of Heights Alliance, South Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: October 17, 20XX
Fumikage Tokoyami stared up at the fifth floor with worried eyes before turning to follow after his classmates, hands stuffed in his pockets. He walked at a slow pace, mind wandering all over the place, from last night's homework and what would be taught today to what would be for lunch before finally landing on his childhood friend. The one who seemed to want him to get gray feathers from how much worry he gave her over the last few months with whatever was happening now just adding to it. He'd rather wait for that thank you very much.
He knew she wasn't sick.
She had never gotten sick since he had met her. Her Quirk wouldn't allow it or that's what he was told by her mom - something about their healing Quirks making sure their bodies were healthy and in peak condition in order to prepare themselves to use their Quirks. Or something like that.
But Fumikage said nothing when Aizawa-sensei told his class that.
He knew something had happened that day she had left with him to go see her mom. (It seemed to be because of her a lot lately or so he assumed.) She had been so excited to see her mom too, expressing the rare full smile he got when they had talked about it at their last hang out.
And yet now...
Fumikage knew that Aunt Haru wasn't doing well - not for the last few months - and it had landed her in the mental ward (the same one that Todoroki's mom was at, he had learned a while ago) and he knew it had to do with who her... dad was. Hisoka never outright told him who he was but he had a pretty good guess to who it was. If one took the time to look, they would be able to guess it. He knew others knew who he was - he knew that some of those people were his classmates.
Was he disappointed that she hadn't told him yet?
A bit.
Was he hurt that she wouldn't trust him enough to tell him?
Somewhat.
Was he sad that she was unable to trust him with this?
Yes, yes he was.
However, Fumikage knew that some things were beyond their control and some things took time, sometimes never, to tell others. So, he had decided to wait until she told him no matter how long it took. But that still didn't stop the worry from seeping out. There were a number of times he could count when she got like this, when she isolated herself from everyone.
He had learned it was best to wait for her to come out. It was hard for him to leave it be - he had wanted to burst open the door - but he knew from experience that that wasn't the best course of action personally. She would come out when she was ready and even then she might not be.
Fumikage took out his phone, one hand still in his pocket, as he arrived at the school, and turned it on. Swiping and clicking a few things on the screen with his thumb, he ended up at his text messages with Hisoka. He clicked a few times, sending another message before he exited out of the app and turned off his phone before entering his classroom.
'I'll be here when you come out.'
Location: Common Room, First Floor of Heights Alliance, South Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: October 17, 20XX
School was well over and evening had sprung upon them so quickly that it felt like it was still morning. Shoto looked around at his classmates, the atmosphere just not the same as it usually was. It was rather thick, so much so that he could cut it with a butter knife. They were lounging around on the couches, watching whatever was on the TV or chatting quietly to themselves if they weren't already in their rooms as Yaoyorozu and Sato worked on dinner for them. He frowned lightly, feeling a bit strange to see them when it was usually Hisoka there, dressed in her apron, and cooking like it was second nature. Seriously, it was like she had super speed whenever she stepped in the kitchen with how fluid she moved in there.
Don't get him wrong, he knew how to make his own food - cold soba was his expertise even if he didn't make it as good as his sister - and Hisoka wasn't in charge of every meal, though a majority was cooked by her. He had seen how Hisoka would get whenever people ate her food. She may not express many emotions physically, but he could see the way her eyes lit up. It was one of her ways of showing she cared for them.
So when he noticed her presence missing in class and Aizawa-sensei's announcement of her sickness and her time off, he wondered if she'd be alright. That worry had increased when the food made for her had not been touched and she had yet to answer any of the text messages he had sent. They had been looked at but ignored. Sure, she liked her solidarity and quiet like he did but she would at least answer them.
This wasn't like her.
He wondered what was wrong. It had to be something else than being sick. Did it have something to do with her mother? He remembered her mentioning going to go see her sometime last week; she and Aizawa-sensei had left Saturday only to come back late into the night. They had not seen her since. He hoped she wasn't starving herself. Hisoka must be hungry from not eating for at least two days from the still untouched plate Tsuyu and Momo had brought back.
Maybe he should kick down her door? He could ice it easily and have Kirishima or Shoji knock it down. There was also Midoriya who could punch it or Iida who could kick it... Maybe Ashido could melt it with her acid? Or Uraraka could make it float? (Would that even work?) Maybe he could annoy Bakugo enough to blow it up with his explosions?
"Maybe I can knock down her door," Kirishima suggested out loud, earning all different kinds of looks. He made a fist with his right hand, skin hardening before punching it into his left's palm, Quirk activating. "There's no way a door could keep me down! That'd be too unmanly!"
Shoto turned to gaze at the red head with a thoughtful frown. Was he a mind reader too? One could never know...
Iida pushed up his glasses, standing stiff and straight from his chair at the table. He sat next to Midoriya and across from Uraraka. "You can't just destroy school property! That can get you in a lot of trouble!"
"Ahhh! C'mon! I know you're worried about Hisoka-chan too!"
"I never said I wasn't, but you just can't break down her door!"
Kaminari added his two cents, "She hasn't eaten one bit for like the last two days! She must be starving right now! What if she's locked in there?!"
Iida stiffened, vibrating a bit as his arms made that chopping motion he usually did before other people chimed in on whatever was on their minds in regard to the situation, Kirishima still going on about knocking down Hisoka's door. Shoto could only watch from his seat as the drama unfolded as they began to try and talk over one another. It was like a tennis match. Heterochromatic eyes glanced up as Tokoyami walked towards them, red eyes narrowed and seemingly ablaze. His appearance made the others stop and look at him as well.
Tokoyami crossed his arms over his chest. "You will not knock down Hisoka's door. That is not only disrespectful to her, but you could make her very angry for barging in on her. She will be better in the next few days so quiet down and stop bothering her like this. You all know it'll only make her annoyed and we all know what she's like when she's annoyed."
Some of the boys shivered, paling at that thought.
"But..." Kirishima began, looking like a kicked puppy.
"Don't." Tokoyami held up a hand to stop him or anyone else from speaking. "If you want to help Hisoka in any way, then leave her alone."
Kirishima and Kaminari deflated under Tokoyami's piercing gaze. "Okay..." Others agreed as Yaoyorozu came up beside him, announcing dinner was ready to those left in the common room before asking him if she should still leave some food for Hisoka at her door. Tokoyami nodded after a moment's thought. With that, Shoto got up and headed upstairs to his room, having already eaten beforehand, mind wandering to wonder if maybe Hisoka liked origami or not...
Location: In Front of 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 17, 20XX
Hours later and well into the night as others were asleep, a door slowly creaked open. Sitting in front of it was a tray with some rice balls and soup that was covered by a specially made cover created by Momo to keep it warm for long periods of time. There were some things, like a few origami cranes, flowers, and some notes, before a pale hand reached out and grabbed it all one by one before the door closed with a soft click.
Author's Note: And so the aftermath of Hisoka's visit is here and boy... Who knew it'd come out like this? And some people can see point-blank through that lie Aizawa! And look at Fumi taking change! Go my little birdy! And Shoto! No! We're not kicking down any doors, especially one to a girl's room! -_- Everyone's just worried (well, mostly everyone) about you Hisoka. Dawwww~!
And Oh my god! We've finally hit 60 chapters! I'm so happy to have made it this far and I couldn't have without all of your help and patience (aha…. Yeah…) with me! You guys may not know it and even if you do - I'm saying it now, but I really do look love it when people read my stories. It makes me so happy. Thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart, especially you Ana. You've been here with me for so long and I am so happy to have gotten to know you. You do such wonderful work and are so amazing! I can't be grateful enough to have you in my life. Everyone! Give her a round of applause for everything that she's done to help with this story, it wouldn't be as it is now without her help!
Thank you.
Really, all of you.
Side Note: I've also created another BNHA OC and her name is Suzuki. Go check her out on my DA. I've got her profile and what she looks like already up! And! And! Go check out my other story, Wilted Lilac! You can read (and review it )when you're done over here and while waiting for the next chapter!