Chapter 16: His Story – Part Three
Hey derre! Now, I know I haven't been the best at writing the story, since every chapter just gets messier as the story gets longer. I hate myself for forgetting some details of the story. I hope that this is a good story for you.
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"Where is he, Alan?!" Alice shrieks at Sokudo's ears, worried for Connor.
"… I don't know. Maybe with Ryu."
"Why would he leave?!"
... Sokudo can't answer the questions leaving Alice's lips. It was very hard to phrase everything he saw in his visions. But he had to try. If he doesn't explain everything to her, every sacrifice leading up to it will be for naught. But he will lose something. Or someone.
"Are you listening to me?!" Alice shrieks once more, making Sokudo jump off his train of thought. Sokudo stands to look at her. His brown eyes gaze at her golden eyes. Alice jumps from his hands snaking to her shoulders. "W-What are you doing?" Alice asks with a questioning tone. She looks back at his face. She knows that look. He's getting ready to confess something.
His brows furrow with his eyes, forming a pitying look on his face. His breaking voice picks up on volume as he stands on. She can feel his hands trembling like his heartbeat, bumping fast in his chest. Her cheeks take on a tinge of pink, seeing how this is leading up to the confession. But something is not right. "H-Hey… What is it?" Alice asks him, with worry for her friend, growing as her friend's mouth slightly quivers by the minute.
Sokudo's eyes tear up slightly, and he opens his mouth to speak his mind finally. "You can tell me." Alice titters to him, her hands rising to hold his in hers. Her fingers tense from Sokudo's cold hands, and the touch makes her worry even more.
"… I… I am afraid."
9 years ago – Infernal Hokkaido
Sokudo looks up to the helicopter about to take off. "C'mon, Alan! C'MON!" Sokudo shouts at himself, speeding up through the building. He dashes by the lobby and to the stairs, going up in lightning speeds to the top. He spins round and round, only getting faster. He huffs once as a pant, but he doesn't let anything stop him to get to Peter.
He sees the maintenance door leading to the top, and does what he's gotta do. He crashes through the door, knocking it flying off to the ground. He whips his eyes to the helicopter, in the air and rising up. He shoves his hand into his pocket, taking out a grappling hook. He puts it on his right, aims it at the helicopter and shoots it onto the side of the helicopter.
Inside, Peter exclaims from the spearhead popping up before he shoves the Quirk Vials into his purse. "Pick up the pace, bro!"
"Oh no you DON'T!" Sokudo grunts, yanking down the helicopter. Instead, he is dragged off with the helicopter. He pulls down on the wire, getting closer to the hull of the chopper. As he goes closer, he is thrashing to the chopper, no sign of gaining better footing. The helicopter rises in altitude, and Sokudo's legs shiver from his fear of heights.
Then, the door opens, with Peter stepping out to look back at Sokudo. "Oh! It's the thorn in my side! Eat lead!" Peter shouts back at him, with his SMG trained at him, letting the bullets loose. Stray bullets miss Sokudo by his head, and to the inferno as it ensues below.
He blocks the bullets with his arm, and the shots puts a dent to the armor in his costume. Peter runs out of bullets in his SMG, so he tosses them off and results to using his Trusty Sword. "They say that Quirks can be applied to anything! ," Peter shouts back at Sokudo, grabbing a Sunblast Quirk Stone from his satchel. "Let's test it, shall we?" He shouts once more before slamming the stone onto his Trusty Sword.
The Sword surges with the Quirk, Sunblast, and its energy, and its energy travels up to Peter's Arm. The hitman laughs in short cackles while the energy surges and shines on his right. He aims the sword's tip at Sokudo, and the hanging hero stares at the hitman agape from the sight of bio-warfare in the making.
But not deciding to be target practice, He hastily rummages his belt for another grapple attachment. "TASTE THE SUN!" Peter shouts at Sokudo, and he blasts out the surging energy from his Sword. The beam travels in the blink of an eye.
He turns off his blast to reveal the charred side of the helicopter. He didn't remember seeing the speedster blasted. "HEY!" Peter hears a shout from his right before he is punched to the face by Sokudo with the momentum of a grappling hook before he was hit.
Peter staggers on his feet and crashes down to the ground, and Sokudo leans down on him with his fist's claws trained to Peter once more. He slashes and slashes, not letting Peter have a second to react. Peter tries to block and swing out the claws working to get through his SWAT armor. Peter's annoyance from Sokudo grows, and his anger bests him.
Sokudo prepares his sword for a wide swing at Sokudo, and he tries to block it, but he proved too late. The sword hit his pelvis, making his legs ache. The sword's blast of energy from its blunt hit makes Sokudo's body fly out of the helicopter. The sight of Sokudo falling in freefall makes him feel good inside.
Then, his eyes trail to his good work below. The inferno. Something big, then he ends with a light show. And the red plagued over the sky as trails of smoke entailed from the entire city. But something was missing.
… A picture! He whips his hand down to his satchel, only to find its strap was dangling down to where the satchel was. His eyes widen as the realization hardens into solid fact. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
9 years ago - Falling
Sokudo's eyes tear up in the air as his limp body falls down head-first. His eyes flutter from the fall, and he finally passes out from the sword's blunt hit. The wind rushes through Sokudo's body and it whistles as Sokudo nears the ground.
Then, a superhero sees him. Without hesitation, she uses her rocket boosts upward to save him. She streamlines her way to Sokudo, carrying him in his arms. Sokudo feels the entire world slip away, and his half-lidded eyes were going to sleep.
"No! Don't sir! No…" Captain Marble's voice fades as the white set in. The sounds of oblivion coming to his head. His eyes swiftly drifting off to sleep, averting himself from the sight of unenlightened Karen.
Then, the darkness spread far and wide, engulfing all the corners of the space. And the silence set in. It was like death was clawing its way into Sokudo's head.
Then, A flash of light bursts, freeing Sokudo's soul from the darkness. The silencing ringing reaches to Sokudo's soul, making his hearing come back. Sokudo grabs his side hairs to cover his ears, bringing his eyes away from the light and hardly closes his eyes.
The ringing buffers out in Sokudo's ears as his breathing comes apparent as the white surrounds him. His vision comes back and he hears someone's breathing. As if the person was rushing over to something.
"… Alan!" His head shoots up to look at the person calling for him. It sounded like a woman's voice. It sounded familiar. "Don't do it!" He shoots his head to the left, before the entire white landscape becomes a street in Central Musutafu. Before him, he sees himself. Unlike the costume he wears, shiny and hardened, it was dented and bloody, with his blood showing through the fabric and between the armor plating.
His bloody self's breathing turns husky, into wheezing breaths. A syringe shakes in his hand as he brings it up to his arm. "NO!" Sokudo shoots his head to another voice. It was a man. He looks down at him, seeing that he was a humanoid lizard, grey scales wrapped around him. Sharp teeth on his face like jaw. His shirt torn to threads, showing his bruises and blood dripping down. It was Ryusake Tahashi.
Sokudo tries to reach him, but he was too far away. His hands grasping at him. "Kid?" Sokudo remembers before he is interrupted by metal swung through the air behind him. It was Peter, smugly twirling his sword around Ryu. Sokudo stumbles down to his rear as Peter and Ryu circle each other.
Then, Peter charges at Ryu with an overhead swing while Ryu reaches up to block the sword. Sokudo speed-dashes toward them before they can clash. Ryu's raging face glares at Peter's madly grinning on his smug face as his longsword is swung at Ryu's face. Sokudo's legs in speed step onward to them both, just meeting their impact. In the blink of an eye, the scene is changed to a Sokudo trips and rolls to the cement.
"Get away from him!" His brown eyes shoot to himself shouting, being held back along with Alice Smith, Ikari, Akihiro Tachibana, Ichida Ipperi and other bystanders behind them that he can't make out. And Ryu, strapped on a chair, his delirious yellow eyes darting over as his eyes were going half-lidded. "Don't you dare touch him!" Sokudo shouts once more, struggling to be let loose from Takumi's and Kabe's hold on him.
Peter's grin as he twirls the Quirk Injector in his hands and his eyes dart over to the nape of his elbow. He aims the needle at it with ravenous intention. Sokudo grunting free from the hold of the two villains, almost being let free with his Speed. The needle comes close to Ryu's skin, with Sokudo becoming blurrier and blurrier. "GAAAAAAHHHH!"
"And then," Sokudo's bangs shake from his trembling as he explains the rest of the story. For years under the ice that Giran made for him, you thought it would have cooled his head. No. It didn't. The paranoia and stress that was repressed with foolish optimism and cocky retorts for almost nine years.
Oh, how he tried to cover up his grief of losing the love of his life. "I woke up in a hospital bed ten hours later. When I woke from the ice… When you came for me. I knew th-that those visions are going to happen. Sooner or later." Sokudo finally finishes, making Alice change his view on the triumphant and eager friend, to the lowly depressed speedster before her.
Sokudo on his chair, places his hands between his hands to cover the tears bursting through and between his fingers. He reaches to light sobs as Alice stares down at him with sympathetic eyes and frown as she sits down beside him.
She rubs her slender fingers on his shoulders to comfort him. She feels their trembling, Sokudo's sorrow. "… I… I don't know what's going to happen, or wh- or what might happen…" His sobs put a stop to his own shaky rambling as his shoulders droop down, elbows glued to his knees to cover the tears from his face again.
Alice tries to comfort Sokudo, deeply rubbing her hands on his shoulders. The sight beside her sends Alice stricken with fear, distraught and sympathetic sorrow. From a distance, Ichida Ipperi hears from the hallway, before his girlfriend speaks onto the phone.
/H-Hello? Is- is anyone there?/
Back to Sokudo and Alice, the diamond blonde finally breaks the depressing silence. "You… You were thinking about that all this time? And you never told me?"
"You didn't need to know… But now… I thought you should." Sokudo says in between sobs.
Alice retracts her arms to prop her elbows on her knees. She sighs before finally continuing the dialogue. "… If… you ," She starts with a soft voice. ", If you say th-those were visions from… wherever…" Alice shuffles closer to wrap her arms around Sokudo's back. "Then, maybe they were given to you for a reason." Her left snakes down from his shoulders down to Sokudo's cold shaky hands.
Her touch perturbs Sokudo's wallowing and shuddering. His head whips to look at Alice with teary eyes, their staring in the faint electric light making his brown eyes squint at her yellow irises for making that statement.
"… W-Why me? Why would something important be handed down to me? I let Infernal Hokkaido happen. Countless innocents gone. Because of me." Sokudo weakly says to Alice, tapping his rolled-up hand to his chest for his last sentence.
"… You've taught me how to be a hero. And you've pushed heroes to help people who really needed it… aka you've inspired me." Alice reminds Sokudo of the letters she gets from him. Sokudo's eyes perk up a little from her praising. "You've put more bad groups and big bads than when we were together! In uhhh Africa! You stopped the Anarchy Wars! Bands of tribes fighting each other for diamonds! Not even good ones! Now, the polices are standing on their feet, and you've given them hope, Alan! No other hero I know can do that."
Alice rambling speech is interrupted by Sokudo's chuckling. Alice whips her head to stare at Sokudo's soft chuckles. "… You put too much faith in your mentor, Ali-"
"No. Not as a mentor." Alice interrupts his bashfulness, placing both of her hands on his. "As a friend." Alice says, staring seriously at Sokudo. Their staring seemed to stop time for him, which felt unusually right at the moment. The faint light weakly stinging his eyes as his cheeks start to burn and his brown eyes sink into her yellow irises.
As the moment lasts, Alice can feel his hands rise in temperature under hers. She can also feel her chest burning as they stare, almost lovingly at each other. Why is she feeling this way? Why would she feel hot at a moment like this?
She whips her head away from Sokudo and sits straight beside him. She sighs exhaling, composing herself before standing up to tower over him. Sokudo looks up to see her placing her hand on his shoulder. His shoulder tenses up from the touch. "N-Now then, I am going to find my nephew. Will you be coming with me?" Alice asks with a serious face, the red on her face still lingering. Sokudo's face tenses up from her look.
"Y-Yeah… I will." He says snaking his hand to rest on her hand on his shoulder. Then, he says wagging his index finger, "Just a moment." before he stands to scurry to his room for his makeshift costume. Alice stares at his back and admires it. How broad it was and how it moved.
She mentally slaps herself as the sight of Ichida comes into her vision. The teenager in the hallway sulking in the hallway, shoulders slumping, dragging his feet to the door. He passes by the table to slide Sokudo's phone on it.
"Hey, kid!" Alice calls for Ichida, and he turns around to face her. "Yiiee! What happened?! Did you have a fight or something?" Alice exclaims, seeing sunken eyes and a snotty nose on Ichida's face. He breathes in the snot dripping to try answering.
"rue Rueehhh!" All that came out from Ichida were babbles from his throat.
"N-never mind. Take care, then." Alice waves Ichida off with a sweatdrop for the troubled teen. She watches the door slowly closing and the locks latch to close the door. She hears the soft thud before she starts forgetting what she just saw.
"Now, then! If we are to find your nephew, then we'll need to make a quick stop first!" Sokudo says, wrapping up thin cloth on his palms before flapping his jacket on his shoulders. Alice turns to look at a new look. She lets out a chuckle of surprise at how Sokudo looks now.
He was wearing a grey trench coat with buttons on the sleeves, draping down to behind his knees. The thin white cloth looked like a boxer's mitts before a fight. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, tucked into his dark pants. On his face, glasses that made him seem old and a scarf over his mouth to mask half his face.
Sokudo checks to see if his old voucher isn't expired. Turns out that it was. Five years past its expiration date. "Damn. Guess I'll just wing it." Sokudo says putting it back into his breast pocket.
"Why are you wearing that?" Alice mockingly asks, pointing out his outfit and how silly it looked to her.
"My face can't be seen outside. Nowadays, the internet's got bigger eyes." He says, gesturing his hands to his ridiculous outfit. Alice, unwilling to gaze at him, taps away from him to open the door.
"Alright then. Shall we~, Speedy?" Alice says with a slight grin on her face. The call to adventure calls to her. Sokudo can see from Alice's determined look. The tip of her boots pointing to the door. Her shoulders eager to leave. The only thing left was Sokudo. The sight makes his lips tug into a smile under his scarf. Just like the old days, that he would say that exact question to her every time they were going to grab a perp.
Now, there was no time to lose. Alice had to find her nephew and Sokudo had to make sure Ryu lives to that moment. He is his godson, after all.
"We shall, Diamond-head."
In Musutafu underbelly, the moon shines its light down upon the sewers, rats and dripping sewage reign supreme. Stains of trash seeped through the bricks, flowing in the pipes.
"Damn, it stinks!" A thug whines, finishing the last riggings on the napalm bomb. He plants it on the side of the wall, on a pipe before he runs off to avert his nose from the smell.
He stops running to walk over to the ladder. He leans on the bars and looks up to his boss. The blond hitman, Peter, looks down with waging brows. "Well? How's it?" Peter asks down at the Axe thug. The thug looks up at him before nodding yes.
"Looks good, boss." The reply makes Peter chuckle, unfolding a map of Musutafu, slashing off the business side of the city. "Onto the next one, concord." He sighs on how little he did compared to Kabe and Stele. All he did was bash around some guards and leave them for dead in a prison and let out some of the inmates in Tartarus.
… He chuckles now that he remembers he did that. But as he was hitching into the car and putting the keys in, he remembers that night. Nine years ago. This night, it was the night of Hokkaido's burn. How he remembered an entire part of a nation, burning in the night, making the night sky burn, with thick black smoke draping over to the sky.
Now, he was minimizing that on city-wide scale. His employers didn't like that reaching to CNN He needed to keep it small, they said. Don't connect it to us, they said. Damn, they should relax, he curses them in thought.
Then, he peers into the details of Infernal Hokkaido. He remembers a speedster, making off with his bounty and loot. The same speedster that took his new patch of Quirks. Sokudo Satoshi. He grips onto the clutch to start the car, revving the car to start. "Whoa, slow down there, boss."
The thug's suggestion never reached to Peter's head as he thinks of Sokudo, and how embarrassing his victory was to the black market. After Hokkaido, many employers turned him down. One after the other, a turn-down. Before the Crow and his plan, Peter was only starting small fires around the world while doing the job other employers hired him to do.
Because of him with his bloody shenanigans, villains could mount on their horse and start trotting around. Though small, they were very formidable in Africa. Such good times. But then, it goes back to heroes like Sokudo. Because of him, those villains were thwarted and stopped in other nations. America's burnt side was only in Arizona, and it didn't make much of a difference.
None of them actually touched him, until Sokudo. That speedster stole his bounty. The Quirk Vials. And also his camera. That made Peter bitter. And to be disappointing.
"Boss! REDLIGHT!" The thug shouts beside him, making Peter stomp his foot on the brakes. The car skids on the cement, leaving black track under the wheels. The car stops just meeting the walking lane before people start walking over it. The thug sighs in and out and Peter, with a surprised look, doesn't come out of his 'past' dream. How Sokudo dragged his reputation down to a pebble. The anger grows inside him, as well does his heat.
Then, his head receives an idea. He hears a ding in his own head as he turns to the thug, whining and thrashing in his seat in an amalgamation of fear and anger, his mouth rapidly flapping his complaints. Sokudo was the reason why he was dragged down to the dirt. Sokudo was why his revenue dimmed to almost a pebble.
The thug's flapping slows down as his hand reaches out to his shoulder. By the time Peter's finger touches the thug's shoulders, he turned quiet, fearful for his life. His dead stare makes the thug shiver in fear, with the feeling of regret. 'I shouldn't gone crazy at a crazy!'
"…" Peter says nothing while maintaining the icy stare at him. The tension inside the thug rises as they both hear honking in front of them. He could almost feel a laser into his eyes, slowly killing his soul
"Want to find a rat with me?"
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