Chapter 41
"All wrapped up."
Kaminari was on the helicopter ride out, his broken arm wasn't that severe, but he might as well go with, since he could talk to Alarice during the entire ride. Two birds, one stone and all that. Now, Aizawa could safely glare at the one medic, and the two other nervous looking medics.
"I guess I'm not surprised you recognized me." Mar commented, eyeing him as well, tension rising as though they were about to fight. "Though, it has been a long time since I first fought you."
"Wouldn't have pegged you as the medic of your little gang." he remarked, letting-out some huff of air at Mar. He wasn't against fighting her, right here and now, since Alarice was out of the way. The other two medics must have been legit. Their behavior more like rabbits ready to dart down their holes, and wait for the two bigger animals to finish fighting.
"It's necessary." She responded blandly. "Someone on the team needed to know. I'd be lying if I said it didn't have to do with researching my quirk's affects on myself... and others." Mar reached for a water-bottle casually, and downed the entire thing. Dehydration was a serious risk as a result of her particular quirk.
"Stay out of the fighting if you want your current actions to out-weigh your other issues." He warned Mar, who simply raised her eyebrows at him.
"Is this you being grateful?" She had a small smirk on her face, that he responded to, with heat from another glare.
He was silent, then answered her. "If you'll tell me why you're turning on your group, it's a deal."
Mar just quietly looked at him, and then away. "Do I have to? I can't pretend I'm feeling great about this."
Aizawa rolled his eyes and gave her a look that would be familiar to most of his students.
"Fine." Mar growled out. "I don't like the hell-hounds being here, I don't like how they operate, and, I don't like what I saw it bring-out of Tenshi Hana. That good enough?"
He gave her a raised eyebrow, and finally, quietly nodded. "Thanks for your help. Keep at it." With that, he finally did walk out, radioing to the other cops that there were three medics who were part of the island, but where not affiliated with the main villain force.
Outside, the growth of plants was far less active. The roots at the ground, and many of the vines, were dead. Whatever energy was used to create them sucked back into itself. Ryukyu and Miruko however, were practically demanding assistance with their flora-mancer problem.
In a few seconds, he was, with the aid of his signature tool, up near the top of the tower, able to survey the situation from a better site, goggles settled onto this face again. Not to mention the plants up there had also begun to rot.
Up there, it was a lot easier to see how much damage, the one flora-mancer, and two Heros had managed to do the 'historic' manor house. Oh well. Searching around for the target was more difficult than he would have liked. Down towards the center of the field, between the two Heroes, was what could only be described as a kind of plant golem; wrapped in plants, and chunks of hard wood protecting it, or more than likely: the human inside of it.
Well, one way to test that, and get just a glimpse of the guy inside. The gray weapon lashed out, wrapping around one of the green limbs, Aizawa tightened it, putting great pressure around the armor. Ryukyu caught on, and stomping down a burst of plants on her side, grabbed onto the opposite arm, with Miruko delivering a kick to the main body. Capture weapon, dragon strength, and a rabbit's fierce kick, ripped the armor apart.
There was some blood, but there was solid pink flesh beneath.
Which was all Eraserhead needed.
In a single moment, the plant golem-suit began to fall apart, and in another, Miruko had ripped the man from it. The "Knight of Flowers", Tenshi Hana, was quickly bound, and tossed to Ryukyu, who caught him in-claws, and kept him aloft, to avoid any contact with the ground and plants, when his quirk ability returned to him.
With that, Aizawa headed over to the speedboat he was directed to, which to his slight displeasure, was the boat that all of the kids (including Shinso) were in. With Mic waiting patiently for him.
000
The kids had to be taken to the hospital, too. As it turned out, once he was recovered, anyway, the hell-hound, Arcade, that Aizawa had apprehended on the ship, had the kids' surprisingly well-kept records. Well, as much as a single doctor could do, anyway. The little kids were surprisingly cooperative, and the few who had parents, locally. Only one had parents very close-by, and alive, who were quick to claim their child.
Though, the dad looked more than a little nervous, about the matter.
That left 12. What parents were contactable, were contacted, but more than half were undeniably orphans, now. Some, according to what the hell-hound, '404' said, had been orphans before they had picked them up.
She took being separated from them badly, but a reminder that her freedom required her cooperation, had her calming down.
Multiple Hell-hounds had been captured, many had been injured, but by some miracle, or stroke of luck, onsite causalities had been 2 in total. Only two bodies had been recovered off the island, and neither of them children.
There was some praise, towards the Heros, quiet, downplayed praise. Sunshine and her group hadn't just worked as Heros, she had someone suppressing some of the information that got out, too. What most people knew was that it had been resolved and was over, and that was it.
It was hard for Aizawa to really feel 'proud' of the outcome, but then, pride wasn't something he really bothered himself with, either. What bothered him, was that he was limited to sitting out in the lobby, only being told the basics of his student's condition. More information had come freely from Kaminari, who very likely wasn't supposed to know, himself.
Alarice had arrived alive, and as Kaminari had relayed to him, nervous himself, that it had been said one-too-many times for his comfort, that her getting there alive was a miracle all by itself. Her current state was simply an unavoidable outcome of her injuries. Aizawa had to remind Kaminari to keep that knowledge private, the rest of the class didn't need to know, that she was in a critical state.
No, no, Sunshine had received the medical information, as the only official guardian available.
He went over, in his head, what he'd had to tell her father. Upon contact, he had insisted he would somehow be there, to see her. Somehow. From the states to Japan, somehow the wheelchair-bound old hell-hound was going to make it there. Impressively, the man would be there, by early morning, tomorrow. His escort had already been decided on, with some apparent mutual interest in keeping Sunshine out of the loop. The doors opened for a familiar face to come in, trying to look pleasant.
"Hey, I got the car, you wanna head out now?" Hizashi asked him quietly, standing, out of uniform in the hallway.
"Yeah. Not much else to do, anyway." Aizawa said with a grumble, ignoring their own bandaged wounds. Getting up and walking out, ahead of the blond, who sighed softly.
"She'll get better." Hizashi said quietly to him. Aizawa just shrugged, and continued to lead the way out.
He'd have to keep his students from visiting her, till she was conscious.
000
Mic stood there, in the airport, waiting to act as escort for Mr Stone. The most uncomfortable part was being in-uniform the whole time, though the apparent reason was ability to be recognized at a distance.
So he stood there, cockatiel hair full-blown, occasionally smiling and being good for a few fans. Though, thankfully in an airport, most people were simply on their way somewhere, and therefore barely noticed him, if they didn't immediately recognize him.
Finally, he saw a man who matched Jonathan Stone's description. He waved his hand to try and get Mr. Stone's attention without... well yelling.
It took a second before the man finally recognized him. Pointing at the blond. "You!"
"Me!" Mic responded, moving through the people around them, towards man. Who seemed perfectly content to wheel himself, despite the alarmed look of at least one bystander.
"You're my escort UA sent me?" He confirmed, though there was a sort of sly smile that threatened on his features. Up-close, he looked more like an aged old wolf. Wearing a hat, and his clothes were layered, if loose. His eyes were piercing blue, however, the sharpest feature he had. "Good, a familiar face."
"Yes I am, Mr Stone, since I'm fluent in English, they figured it would workout better for you." Mic said, considering going for the handles, but Mr Stone seemed to have it under control. So, they just moved as a group, just one of them had a pair of wheels. "Familiar face?" He questioned briefly, then realized it was a dumb question.
"Of course! Who do you think bought my youngest pup all that merch? Hah!" Jonathan laughed out loud, rolling himself along, without issue. Mic felt pretty dumb for a few seconds, but brushed it off, quickly. The group fell quiet as they walked out to the car, which was a bit of a trial, to get Jonathan into it. Thank goodness there was a Pro-Hero there to help.
"Mic, sir, what happened with my girls?" Jonathan asked, his voice lowered slightly, once they were on the road to the hospital.
"Er well, how much do you know, already?" Mic responded, not sure how much he should go about telling the old hell-hound.
"One's in the hospital, in critical condition, the other is missing, now. They're my daughters, I deserve to know more than this." He sounded impatient, he must have been given barely enough information.
"Well, they fought each other." Mic said rather simply, "I'm afraid I didn't see it go down, but Parasus was the... Lead Villain in the incident, alongside another. Alarice tried to stop her, so, they fought physically. " Mic tried to shrug and play it nice. The other fell silent again, for a moment. Just the sound of the road and their breathing, a tension he could barely handle.
"I suppose there will be more detailed information for me, when I get to the hospital and see her?" Jonathan, said, nodding his head slowly.
"Should be, at the very least they'll tell you more than they told me." Mic responded, cheerfully, knowing that by extension of being the translator when needed for this trip at least, would be finding out soon, himself.
They arrived at the hospital, it took a bit, but soon enough Jonathan was with the available doctor to explain to him, what had happened to his youngest pup.
Alarice Stone was unconscious, technically, medically comatose. Even with Recovery Girl showing up, and lending her aid, Alarice's body was already being taxed beyond its limits. She'd managed to stitch the leg back together with her skills, but healing itself, would be all natural, and slow. For now, anyway. As well as the injury at the top of her head being taken care of, normally. Though the doctor mentioned that they would, when she was more stable, and in better health, be able to do some more experimental treatments on her leg, if the father was willing.
Somehow, the mauled leg, head injury, and thankfully, minor injury to her back, was somehow, the least of her concerns. Alarice's right ear had been, essentially, mutilated, down to the bones, and infection from that, had started. The inflammation from it had spread through sinuses to the other ear. There was concern about where else it could spread, like her brain. Despite it being caught in-time to fight it back, it would still take time. There was some debate, on how much venom she had received from Manticore, vs how much Antivenom she had received, to treat it. The constant crying was under control, but the other side effects of the venom had not manifested. She was running a fever still, and condition was still critical.
Bandages wrapped neatly around her wrists and ankles, where cuts and bruising was present, from what was very likely, handcuffs. As well as injuries that made the whole room of men, uncomfortable as well.
Mic had to admit he felt out of place, like he didn't belong there. He didn't particularly like the sight of his fan-student, laying there, not moving besides breathing. Her dad being there, just made it both awkward and painful.
"Oh, my sweet little pup..." Jonathan said quietly, chair pulled-up close, so he could hold her hand. Mic took his leave, before he saw tears form on the other's face.