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Mirai sat on his chair. The meeting room's seats were occupied with fellow heroes and hero interns. He stared at his phone's clock to check the time. It was almost time to start the meeting- he waited for the newcomers to settle down in their seats.
He consciously laced his fingers together on the table and closed his eyes to ease the strain on them. He had been reading investigations and files these past few days. He needed to be thorough and to execute this without any further casualties. He counted seconds in his head.
When he reached sixty, his eyes snapped open.
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When Mirai saw the female step back from him and thanked him, he had thought that the world that worked against her finally eased up a little. The way that his charge's eyes brightened a bit with emotion and smiled, he was reminded of his former partner's smile. The smile is real. It was why he valued laughter and smiles from people he is supposed to work with.
He wanted them to show real smiles and waves of laughter on their faces as they help people.
The corners of his lips had twitched upwards that night when his charge thanked him. It was easily one of the moments, that Mirai could count, that he had physically smiled.
The female in front of him tilted her head slightly and her hair followed, he had thought that she had a quality to her that screamed innocence. He knew Sakura is far from it.
Sakura wiped the tears off her face and told him something quite vital.
"Your sidekick, Centepider, found Overhaul being led by Twice to somewhere."
A buzz sounded in his pocket. He picked up his phone to see a notice from his mentioned sidekick.
Possible collaboration of LoV and Shie Hassaikai
At this point, Mirai gave up on wanting to know how the female knows things. He hadn't seen her mention how she did in his visions, he probably won't find out anytime soon. His charge had a knowing grin on her face when his lips had thinned.
"You shouldn't hide these things, Sakura." He chastised.
"I wasn't. I waited for you to tell me the vision before telling you about it." She countered. Mirai gave out a tired sigh before adjusting his glasses again.
The female with him feels lighter somehow. She felt ethereal to him. The glow of the moonlight shining down on her skin and hair made it feel like she wasn't part of this imperfect world. Sakura studied the moon above them.
"You look like the moon." Mirai thoughtlessly blurted out. Sakura snorted in response. Her thoughts drifted to the Rabbit Goddess she fought.
"Moons and crazy people go together and I'm not one of them," Sakura replied to his statement to which his brows rose questioningly.
"I'm not!" Sakura threw her hands out irritatingly. "And I am incredibly strong which makes me different." She added.
Mirai shifted his feet as they were getting stiff from the stillness. Another buzz was felt in his pocket. Mirai picked the phone up to see additional details about the event before putting it away again. The female with him stood soundlessly on the rooftop, even with the breeze fluttering her clothes and hair which was odd.
Sakura's lips were thin and her brows furrowed, clearly deep in thought. Her eyes then hardened before her lips parted to say something. Mirai didn't hear what exactly she had said at that moment but saw what her lips had said.
"Believe it."
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Everyone in the meeting room quieted. A picture of a recent event is shown in the presentation. A blue-skinned female spoke up with a clipboard filled with details upon details.
"...the police believed it was an accident, there are many suspicious elements. So we started an investigation."
Mirai blinked slowly, acknowledging the decent presentation of the introduction. He eyed the interns among them. All wide-eyed and nervous. This would make their eyes open if the League of Villain attacks weren't enough.
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Mirai surveyed the vision before him. He sees his charge standing in front of one of the most notorious villains to ever exist. He could see Sakura opening up her mouth to speak in varying tones. Her eyebrows, almost touching, as if frustrated and angry.
His eyes trailed to the person, no, monster, in front of the female. His lips were twisted into a smile. Mirai was sure it didn't sound as one with the amount of menace put into it.
The ground beneath them shook and Mirai did not see what had happened next.
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Mirai thought that his charge is crazy. Crazy enough to solo a criminal with an unknown background. He had seen how she came back with a torn sleeve. The shirt tinged with dried blood, he was sure it was hers, and her skin was slightly pink than what she had left with.
He remembered the vision he had seen of her before she had left. He had seen exactly what had happened as it was still a recent event and not that far from the point of time where he had used his quirk.
He had seen how Sakura crept up to the Yakuza leader and had her arm blown to bits from his quirk. Her rhombus erupted into black ribbons and marking her pale skin. The arm grew from the mass of flesh that was left behind from the destruction.
He had seen how the man grew interested in her ability and attempted to talk to her. He was glad that his charge eventually left the scene but quite disgruntled how Sakura painted the target on her back larger.
The information she had given to him later was as priceless as the vision he had seen what had happened. She had given more detail from that small moment than what he could've observed from the vision alone. Pointing that she had experience in intel gathering, which was odd for her supposed civilian background.
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"Shie Hassaikai is suspected to be selling unauthorized drugs and using it as a source of income for the organization," Mirai added.
A ring and buzz came from his pocket. He bit on his cheek. He had a feeling that it was Sakura and her weird-ass timing. He held out a hand for Bubble Girl to continue.
The screen displayed the characters for her name. He swiped at the green button.
"Sakura." He addressed. His one ear on Sakura and the other to the meeting. When Mirai had heard her question, he paused before putting her on speaker for everyone. Additional information regarding the bullets.
He silently berated himself for caring more about the information but he knew that Sakura is old enough to take care of her own. She seemed the type to not let others care for her.
His worries weren't eased though. When he had heard that she had gotten hit by the bullet and according to their information was that it removes one's quirk worsened his worries.
It worsened more when all they heard was Mirko's voice through the phone.
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Mirai stood in one corner of the room. He sees Sakura lying down on the bed in the bare room. On one side, he sees the city in darkness and stark of life through the lone window. Opposite of it was a corkboard filled with notes, strings, and pins. Mirai couldn't make out any of its writings so he ignored it.
The female in the room stared lifelessly at her raised hands. He could see her listlessness from where he stood.
Suddenly, Sakura sat up from her position and picked up a phone, different from what he had given her, and called someone.
Three rings, he estimated, before the call was picked up.
"Hawks?"
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Everyone involved in the operation concluded that Kai Chisaki of Shie Hassaikai is a dangerous man. From his manipulations of the Yakuza's dealings, his invention of the drug, to his overall abilities. His victims, namely Eri- the child with him, were suspected to be the source of the bullet's purpose, and his targets- the public and possibly, the hero society itself.
Mirai's thoughts then came to his previous charge, Sakura, getting caught in the midst of it all made him cringe. He didn't expect to care for the odd female in a short time. He was at odds with himself, glad that it was Sakura as she is capable, and distressed over it for his charge's safety.
He checked his watch again and looked at one of the toys in the store.
Out of the corners of his peripherals, he sees one of Chisaki's men.
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It had been days since that bullet event. Sakura stayed confined inside the hospital's walls the entire time as 'advised' by her watcher. Sakura almost snorted at that. She remembered Mirko warning her and threatening to tie her down to the bed if she left.
Sakura spent that time organizing her thoughts. One of them was about the owner of the body she is using. She still felt like an invader. She sees memories that aren't hers replacing her own. She could barely recall how she had met her girl best friend, Inko? Or was it Ino?
She remembered meeting up with a blonde, a brooding male, and a perverted teacher. She knew they were important from the number of memories she had with them, so she kept those memories close even when she could barely recall their names.
She remembered seeing two males with pale hair like the one she had now. A pair of green eyes like hers and another pair of reds like blood. She knew they were significant to the child as it pointed out that they were related, based on the interactions and genetics.
Sakura huffed out air and looked towards the phone beside her head. She now had the winged hero's number from Mirko. After repeatedly denying them sleeping together or having any type of relations of that particular kind.
Sakura looked at her watcher to see her sleeping in her chair.
Sakura debated with herself on whether to contact Hawks or not. Mirko is not a good conversationalist when it doesn't involve training and wild escapades with various genders. Sakura preferred talking about medicine and books- which she could talk to Hawks about. Other than that, Sakura is grateful to Mirko's way of handling her- capable.
Sakura turned on the television. Flicking through different channels until she came across the news. What she saw made her want to get out.
A ruffle of clothing indicated that the other room occupant moved. Mirko stood above her, eyes blazing.
"Stand down."
Sakura now knew why they kept her here despite her healthy state. They must've known how she had become attached to her previous watcher and wanted none of her interference as she is an unknown. She had an inkling that someone among them predicted that this would happen and proceeded to have her away.
She knew she should as a good soldier would. But this wasn't Konoha despite them treating her as an able civilian. Sakura looked back towards the box again then back to her warden.
"No." Sakura pulled the sheets off of her and stood up. Phone in hand she marched towards the door, Mirko blocking it.
"Sakura, you are not permitted to leave," Mirko stated.
"Well, I permit myself to leave." She retorted with raised brows. Her ears picked up the arrest of Chisaki again. Mirko will have to use force on her if she wanted her to stay. She needed to help Mirai.
He needed her like how she needed him without even knowing it.
Sakura heard a snarl before her breath left her lungs.
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Mirai believed that his visions were absolute. All his life, he thought so as they always never deviate from events that are supposed to happen. Sure, some details might be detailed but most events are usually spot on especially when they aren't that far from the future.
He had seen multiple futures of different people. Different possibilities but they always had the same events.
He had seen All Might's, years ago and had wanted to change it but had failed to do so. He had seen Sakura's and they were pretty bleak.
Now, he wasn't so sure of his visions. He had seen them change as they fought against Overhaul. He had seen a deviation from its intended path. For the first in a long time, he had felt hope in the change. If it was possible to change his visions, there was a possibility for a deviation for All Might and Sakura.
Even at this moment, he had thought of his idol and his charge. He had felt hope for them when he changed trajectory to avoid the pillar coming towards him. He had felt hope when he had bought a chance for Deku to charge ahead. He had felt it.
It was the shortest sensation of hope that made him want to change everything. But alas, every action has its consequence.
With the briefest flash of hope came the briefest exhale of his breath. The pillar pierced through his skin and insides. His blood painting his landing point.
At that moment, he had felt hope for his hero and charge despite his chances of survival. He knew that there is always an equivalent to anything. This must've been the equivalent for their victory.
His tired eyes blinked slowly. His eyesight blurred from the unshed tears of pain and he choked out a pained grunt. He tasted iron on his taste buds. The smell of rust overwhelmed the scent of debris.
His eyes trailed towards the other green-haired male. Izuku Midoriya. He had felt hope for the boy.
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Sakura sees a raven-haired man crying alone for his dead brother. He now knew what to do.
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Sakura woke up to a place she was unfortunately familiar with. The barren room before her indicated that she was transferred to the Commission's quarters. The annoying ticks of the clock grated on her nerves. She checked her pockets to see if she still had her phone, it wasn't in her pockets.
Sakura let out a groan and slouched her back when she placed her face in her hands. Her hair fell into gentle waves, following her movement, indicating that she had lost her hair tie in the brawl. She winced at the memory.
She could imagine her master snickering at her embarrassing defeat. She had lost due to holding back her strength as she didn't want to cause any casualties. Fighting indoors with people inside wasn't her ideal fighting setting.
She tried to bypass the hero with genjutsu but Mirko's impressive hearing and instinct proved her efforts futile. She acknowledged Mirko's fair win.
The light in the room barely made the fixtures in the room visible, indicating that it was near evening. The subtle oranges and yellows fade into blues and purples. She huffed out a breath.
She then eyed her appearance in the only reflective surface in the room, a mirror. She still donned the same clothes as before, albeit a bit more rumpled. She tucked in the loosened white shirt in her stretchy black shorts, it was easier to control her noise this way.
She walked towards the door, casting a minor genjutsu over herself, and twisted the knob open.
She rushed to leave the room when a wall of flesh bumped into her. Her green eyes meet ambers. She squeaked out,
"Hawks!"
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So here it is... I love Hawks. Sue me.