A Short Trip Down Memory Lane

Everyone in the infirmary stared at the projection, waiting for it to fill up with color and begin to replay her memories. Fumikage shifted uneasily.

"What do you think was so bad that it still affects her now?" Present Mic wondered aloud.

"I'm not sure… but hopefully it's not horrible.." All Might responded. Fumikage leaned forward. Staring at Present Mic.

"With all do respect, from what I can tell, she only trusts Aizawa and All Might fully, I'm not sure how she would react to find that you sat here the entire time and saw what we will see." Present Mic opened his mouth to say something back, but someone beat him to it.

"He's right ya know."Everyone's eyes landed on Yamiyo, she was facing the group, her eyes a gray color

"How.." All Might began. Yamiyo giggled a bit, looking back at Haruki.

"This is actually my first time having enough strength to overpower Yami… took a lot out of me… but Yami is locked away for now…" She looked at her right hand that was gently placed on top of Haruki's.

"Who are you, and who is Yami?" Aizawa demanded as he stood up. She looked at him with a blank expression.

"For now… just call me Aneko, I'm, as you could say, a mental guardian for her. Yami is... well... shes like the more violent part of Yamiyo's conscience, she also protects Yamiyo, but not in the way that would be best for her... think of Yami as a bully, but also like a protector."

"Are you part of her conscience as well?" Recovery Girl questioned. A heavy silence filled the room.

"No, I am my own person, with my own quirk." That made everyone look at her like she was crazy.

"How…" Fumikage muttered. She sighed and leaned back in her chair. Chocolate-Brown hair fell around her shoulders as her tail twitched.

"Because of my quirk, I was able to send my body into her… mind? It's complicated…"She sighed while tugging at the wolf ears. "Jeez how does she deal with these.." She mumbled. She looked back at Present Mic, her eyes narrowing a fraction as she moves her head from the door back to him in a swift movement. He looked upset as he looked at his fellow heroes.

"What are you looking at us for? Go on, get! You have to head back with the other teachers!" Recovery Girl stood up and started ushering Present Mic out.

"What about Eraser?! Hes a teacher too!" He pointed at the bandaged up hero. Aizawa glared at him through the face full of bandages.

"He has to wait for two of his students, you don't! Now go!" She pushed at the back of his legs and closed the door behind him. She huffed and turned, freezing with her eyes glued to the light above Yamiyo's head. The others looked as well, noticing a memory was playing. Recovery Girl returned to her seat as they looked at the projection like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"I must go, but I have one request." She looked at everyone in the room. "Keep an eye on her. Even though it doesn't seem like it, she's really hurting… and could use some comfort, even if she doesn't look like she wants it. I can only do so much as being a voice in her head."

"Ok." Fumikage nodded, the others nodded as well. She smiled and looked back at Haruki, the gray fading from her eyes as her shoulders dropped and she had the same blank expression she had a few minutes ago. They all looked at the memory playing above the girls head, the room deathly quiet. Fumikage shifted uneasily in his seat, Dark Shadow emerging from his abdomen and looking at the projection.


"Come on, Yamiyo. Keep up!" The girl stumbled after the man. She was about eight and was covered in black and gray.

"Only speak when spoken too, and don't be afraid to spill blood." The man looked at the little girl. She looked back up at him with a deadpan expression.

"Yes.."

"Yes Sir." She sighed.

"Yes.. sir." The man huffed and turned into an alley, the girl following him, hot on his heels. She fiddled with her hands, the shadows swallowing them up, they beckoned to her. She slowly lifted her hand to only have her wrist tightly gripped by the man in front of her, he glared down at her.

"What's the rule?" She inhaled shakily as she started at her moving feet.

"Not to use it in public, only for training or battles." She recited. He grunted and roughly let go of her hand, he rubbed her now red wrist. She stepped closer to the man as they sharply turned a corner, entering a wider alley. They walked for a few more moments before stopping in front of an iron gate with no handle on the outside, it was almost just an iron slab. The man knocked on it two times before waiting.

"Whos there?" A voice called from the other side of the steel rectangle. The man sighed.

"You know who I am." He responded coldly. There was a 'tch' on the other side.

"How do I know? There's voice copying quirks out there! Tell me your name!" The voice demanded. The man's hand twitched dangerously.

"Serizawa Yukichi.." He answered in a low tone. There was silence before a few clinging sounds echoed throughout the empty alleyway. The iron door swung open to reveal a scrawny teen with a mop of disheveled hair on top of his head. He bowed.

"Sorry, Sir. It's just a precaution-"

"Don't do it again. " She man's voice was dangerously low, the teen shivered at his icy tone. "When you hear my voice for the first time, you answer, got it?" The teen stood up straight and stepped to the side of the doorframe, allowing them inside.

"Yes sir.." He mumbled as the two talked past the threshold. She stared at her moving feet. The smell of dust and sweat filled her nostrils and she pinched her nose to keep from sneezing. She fiddled with the iron collar clasped around her neck, it wasn't too tight, wasn't too loose. Suddenly, Yukichi stopped and turned to another iron door, it sounded as if the sound was barely being contained behind the iron block.

"Don't do anything to embarrass me, and keep your head down." He ordered. The little girl only nodded. He placed his hand onto the door handle and turned it downwards, it swung open to reveal multiple people surrounding a fenced in box. They slipped through the door and weaved through the crowd of cheering people. She looked through the woven fence to the inside, where she saw two men, both bloodied and bruised.

Both men were panting and waiting for the other to strike. The man to the far left yelled and charged as his hands morphed and turned a light gray color and taking the shapes of hammers.

She was suddenly pulled forward, a familiar cold and hard hand gripping her wrist as she was dragged her through the crowd. Her hand started turning an unhealthy shade of purple until they reached, yet, another door. Yukichi swung the door open, threw her inside, the light from the overhanging lights illuminated the shape of his body, somehow pronouncing his big build even more.

She quickly stood and dusted herself off, facing the door and the man. He stared back at her, even with his face covered in a shadow, he could feel the anger from his eyes burning into her skull.

"You don't win this battle, you wont eat for a month, you hear me?" He growled. She nodded in response, not saying a word. The door slammed shut and she was left staring at the wooden frame. Tears brimmed her eyes but she only dug her claws into her arm and furiously wiped her eyes. Yukichi said that crying was showing weakness… and she was not weak!

She sighed angrily and faced the concrete wall, she got into a fighting stance and slightly jumped between her feet, punching the air as if there was someone there, she then drew her claws and started slashing the air, she will win this battle, not for food, but to prove that she isn't a pathetic mutt that can be discarded.

Just then, the memory grew fuzzy and the young version of Yamiyo was suddenly standing in the caged in fighting arena.

She could feel the nervous sweat rolling down her back as she stared at her opponent, it was the man she witnessed fight earlier. His roots were a shade of blonde while the rest of his shaggy hair was a brownish gray color. She got into her fighting stance, however, the man only laughed.

"Really? A child? Is this some kind of sick joke?" Some laughter arose from people in the crowd. She huffed and held out her hands, her fingers turning into claws.

"Start!" The referee called. She charged forward at an angle, running forward, but also towards the fence walls. A few more strides and she was next to the wall, about 10 feet or so from the man, who looked at her bordly. She jumped up, placed her foot on the fence and kicked off, straight towards the man. He yawned and sidestepped.

"Boring-" His eyes widened as Yamiyo landed next to him and pushed off of her left leg, slamming into his shoulder. As they fell, Yamiyo stuck her fangs into his shoulder and her claws into his arm and back. He screamed and staggered upright, he tried to shake her off, but her jaws wouldn't unlock. He turned and slammed her into the fence, forcing her to let go before she lost a tooth. She quickly rolled to the side to avoid a knife-hand from hitting her head. He glared at her and sprinted towards her.

"You stipid brat! You'll see, I'll make sure your a bloody smear on the wall!" She charged to meet him, he lunged and she got onto her knees, sliding under him and racking her small claws along his chest and stomach, his hand barely missed grasping onto her tail as he twisted in mid air, making a grab at her.

He howled in pain as he landed on his shoulder in a roll and faced her on a knee. She sent him a deadpan expression over shoulder and shook her hands out like you would after you wash them, instead little specks of blood rained onto the cement. She's seen the crimson liquid so many times during training that it didn't bother her too much, but she had to hide a gag when she remembered the liquid was all over her chin and teeth. She turned to face him.

"Weak." Was all she had to say. The man's eyes almost bulged out of his skull as he yelled and charged at her, she was about to sidestep, but he was more experienced when it came to fighting like this, thus, she was a fraction of a second to slow and he was a fraction of a second faster than her at that moment. He swung his hand down onto her face, she screamed and dug her hand into his bad shoulder. She used the gathered momentum he picked up and kicked his feet from under him, causing him to trip up and slam into the ground. He raised his head, his nose bleeding wildly, she could sense the bloodlust coming off of him. She backed up a few inches and tensed up her legs, she pinned her ears to her head.

"I'll kill you.." He stated in a hoarse voice. He stood up. She took her chance and jumped into the air, performing a butterfly kick and nailing him in the head. He crumpled to the ground, she took action. She jumped on top of his back and used her feet to hold his hands to the ground and gathered a fist full of hair and lifted his head. She brought her claws to his eyes, the bloodied tips inches away from touching his orange eyes.

"Make a choice, one you won't regret." She stated, her face expressionless and her eyes dull, blood poured from the cut on the right side of her face, dripping down onto the cement and black clothes she was fitted into, her vision in her eye was already starting to get darker and blurry. The man looked at her, confused and, dare she say, he looked… scared. She took a shaky breath and waited a few moments, then she heard three slaps on the cement ground and she hopped off the man, the ref calling the match.

She bowed before turning on her heel and walking to the fence door she had entered before the match. She heard rushed footsteps behind her and spun around just as the man shot a knife shaped hand to her abdomen, she felt the adrenaline rush and her hands turned to claws, she sidestepped and dug her claws into his back, pushing him to the ground.

He lay motionless, she then felt a searing pain in her leg and jumped back, her leg trembling as the pain spread to her knee. She looked down and saw a gash in her thigh. When she looked up, she saw a sharp point in front of her face, everything turned black around her except for the blade, inching closer… and closer...

"Pause." The man froze, his hair was pulled back and his face was stuck into the crazed look he had before charging when her back was to him. Yukichi stepped into the arena, his pupils were shaped into the pause symbol on videos, he looked at her with a disappointed expression.

"This is why you show no mercy." He pulled a gun from his waist and pointed it to the frozen man. Yamiyo quickly sucked in a breath and quickly limped out of the arena, keeping her back turned, even after the two shots.

As the adrenaline wore off, the pain from the cut on her face and gash in her leg quickly appeared and everything started to spin and blur together, next thing she knew she was on the ground, the cold cement pressing onto her warm cheeks.


Yamiyo jumped back in her seat, the chair tipping and causing her to fall on her butt. She scrambled back, confused of where she was for a moment. She clutched her chest as her heart started beating wildly. She felt as if it was being constricted, making her take in ragged breaths. She clutched her head in trembling hands, taking in fistfuls of hair.

"Deep breaths…. Deep breaths… just breathe." Recovery Girl said softly as she knelt by Yamiyo, softly rubbing her back. Her whole body tensed, the room was small… very small. She panicked and shot up, slamming through the door and sprinting down the halls, taking a few turns.

Her lungs burned and her legs ached. She couldn't get the images out of her head… next thing she knew, she collided with someone a little shorter than her. She fell backwards, landing flat on her back. She groaned as pain eased into her chest. She got onto her elbows, panting heavily.

"Are you ok? Ribbit." Yamiyo looked up to see Tsu on her knees, head tilted to the side. She noticed Kirishima, Shoji, and Mina behind her.

"I found her!" She turned to see Dark Shadow rushing towards her. Her eyes widened and her face paled. Uh-oh…

"sLoW dOwN!" She crossed her arms in an 'X' just as Dark Shadow slammed into her arms. She rolled onto her back with an 'oof'. She coughed a bit before sitting up again, rubbing her arms.

"Dammit Dark Shadow.." She mumbled, her ears twitched when she heard snickering. She turned to Kirishima.

"Oh, something funny Kiri?" She pointed at Dark Shadow. "Do you wanna get rammed into by a sentient shadow?" His face paled as he waved his hands wildly in front of him.

"Nononono! I'm good! Nothing is funny!" He said quickly.

"That's what I thought." She said as she stood. She saw Fumikage and All Might rushing toward the group, followed by Haruki. She exhaled and held her elbow and hung her head. She saw their shadows stretching along the tiled floor, she sighed and rubbed her arm.

"I'm sorry… I panicked.." She sighed as she nervously chewed the inside of her lip. A gentle hand placed onto her shoulder. She lifted her head to see Haruki in front of her, her visor was off and was fully revealing her blind eyes. She smiled gently.

"In all honesty, that was the better reaction I was hoping would happen. But, I must say, I didn't expect you to run so far from the infirmary in such little time, especially with the state of your lungs are in now." Yamiyo chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of her neck.

"Oh, trust me. When she wants to do something, she does it. Once, I had to stop her from running because she had a very high fever and was puking every half an hour, it was not an easy feat." Dark Shadow chirped. She pushed his head down with her hand, a slight blush dusted her cheeks and the tips of her ears.

"Quiet you.." She mumbled. He snickered and retreated into his host. She pouted when she heard the giggling. Her face turning more red, along with her ears.

"Well, it seems you got over that quickly." She looked down the hallway to see Aizawa-Sensei walking down the hall in all his mummy glory. She shrugged, in truth, she had forgotten about it for a moment, but him bringing it up made the memories fly in front of her vision like a slideshow. She shook her head and nodded.

"If your ready to leave, it would be best to go as soon as possible." The students nodded. Aizawa turned to Yamiyo.

"When Recovery Girl comes to check up on you, she will tell you the times you will meet with Mrs. Kimura." Yamiyo and Fumikage nodded. Aizawa-Sensei made a motion with his bandaged arms, moving them forward.

"Get going, you need to catch up with your class." The students quickly walked off, leaving the adults behind.

"How bad is it?" Aizawa asked Haruki. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Pretty bad… that was just the first battle out of the many more she has had in her lifetime. I probably barely scratched the surface of it.." She stared after the retreating forms of her students.

"But… I can help her, and I will do everything in my power to try." She said, full of determination.


"Nice work today. You have the next two days off to recuperate. I'm sure some of the pros who watched the Festival will want to recruit some of you. We'll look over the draft forms and inform you about them when you return." Everyone was back in class, and looking pooped. Bakugo was trembling with rage, his teeth pressed down hard on the metal that he has yet to remove from his mouth.

"Get some rest, you still have a lot of training."

"Yes sir." Yamiyo sighed and rolled her shoulders, ignoring the stinging pain from the movement. She rubbed her eyes and started collecting her things to go. Then a few shadows stretched across the top of her desk. She looked up to find Yaoyorozu, Jiro, and Hagakure in front of her desk.

"What's up?" She placed her bag next to her desk to talk to the three.

"We were wondering if we could get your phone number." Yamiyo tilted her head to the side.

"Why?"

"We were going to make a class group chat and…" Yaoyorozu leaned in a bit. "A girls group chat." She whispered. Yamiyo scrunched up her nose, thinking, before she went to her bag and took out her phone. It had a white case and the colors of the rainbow splattered on like paint. She handed her phone over to Hagakure.

"What's your password?" Yamiyo shook her head.

"Don't have one." Hagakure swiped the screen. Jiro looked a bit confused.

"Why don't you have a password?" Yamiyo rubbed the back of her neck.

"I don't have many contacts, and my phone isn't the most interesting thing, if someone were to steal it, they would only see Fumikage and our parents contact numbers." Jiro shrugged it off and looked over Hagakure's shoulder.

A few more taps later, and Yamiyo had received her phone. A second later, it binged.

Night-Wolfie has been added to the chat.

Zero-Gravity:

Whos Night-Wolfie?

Creativity: I

It's Yamiyo. We just received her number.

Froggy:

I had a feeling it was her.

Night-Wolfie:

Yep

Sooo… do the boys know about the group chats?

Acid-Gal:

Nope! They only know about the class group chat!

Never in a million years would the boys have to know about the girls group chat.

Earphone:

Hear! Hear!

Zero-Gravity:

You got that right!

Ivisi-Girl:

No boys!

Froggy:

It's nice to have a conversation without them

Butting in, like Mineta

Night-Wolfie:

Don't speak of that boy's name. His name is a curse

that us girls have to live with for the next 2 years!

"Yamiyo, we should start going. Before it starts to get late." She lowered her phone and nodded toward Fumikage, who had all his stuff ready to go. Her ears twitched and she noticed Mina and Uraraka giggling a bit. She smiled and turned back to Fumikage.

"Alright, gimme a second." She turned back to her phone.

Night-Wolfie:

I gotta go, I'll text you later when I get the chance!

Bye girls!

Creativity:

Bye Yamiyo!

Acid-Gal:

Bye!

Froggy:

See you later!

Zero-Gravity:

Cya!

Ivisi-Girl:

Bye girl!

Earphone:

Bye

She put her phone away and swung her bag onto her good shoulder, waving to everyone and following Fumikage out. When they exited the classroom, she sighed and her bag felt heavier.

"You still tired?" She nodded. Fumikage slowed down so he was at pace with her.

They walked in a comfortable silence, well, almost comfortable. She kept catching people sending her side-glances and whispering behind cupped hands. She sighed and raised her shoulders, trying to hide from their gazes.

Suddenly, a shadow passed over her, literally. She looked up to see Dark Shadow covering her from view, and glaring or snapping at those who stared at her or whispered when they walked by. She stepped closer to Fumikage and laid her head on his shoulder as they walked down the halls.


The sun was setting by the time they had gotten home. Yamiyo was sitting in the living room while Fumikage was making something quick for dinner. (She had insisted that she cook, but Dark Shadow lifted her out of the kitchen and is laying on her lap to keep her there)

She turned on the news and leaned forward a bit.

"Earlier today, a well known hero called Ingenium was scouting Hosu. Sadly, the police found him critically injured, they could only think that his injuries were caused by the Hero Killer, who was said to be in the area, sources say that Ingenium was on the hunt for the Hero Killer before this event took place. Currently, he is recovering but there is no word on his cond-" She paused the tv with a sigh.

"Almost done?" She called into the kitchen.

"Yeah, just need to wait for it to finish cooking." Fumikage walked into the living room with a towel in his hands. He plopped down next to her.

"Something bothering you?" She leaned forward a bit.

"The Hero Killer has been attacking heroes for a while know, it just bugs me that they haven't caught him yet…" She stared at the paused image of a woman with a screen behind her. The screen was a picture of an alleyway blocked off with yellow police tape and surrounded by a flock of bystanders.

"Some criminals are harder to catch than others.." She sighed and rubbed her eyes. She placed her hand on Dark Shadow and rubbed his head.

"Who do you think sent you applications for you to intern with them?" She looked at Fumikage. He placed a hand on his lower beak.

"I'm not sure, only time will tell I suppose." She nodded and leaned on the back of the couch. She fiddled with the fur on her tail.

The house was silent until both their phones went off. They looked at each other and picked them up, turning them on and finding out that the source was a new text message from a very old group chat they made a while ago. Yamiyo audibly gasped as she stared at the message she had just received.

Mum & Dad:

Nice work during the Sports Festival! We're very proud of you! Sorry for not being there, we are very busy over here, but we will try to be in touch more often. Love you both!


Guys, I am so sorry about the weird updates! There's just so much stuff going on and I havent had too much time to work on this, also, it doesn't help that I had major writers block while I was trying to write this chapter.

I will try my absolute best to update this story more!

One more thing! I have an idea for a story that I wanna do, but I don't want to do it right now in fear that I'll forget about this story or not post on this one as much, so be prepared if I randomly make a new story while I'm still doing this one! That's all for now! I'll see you guys in the next chapter!