Hey everyone! Quick warning for this one: violence and blood, but nothing too graphic. Angsty as fuck though, so, yeah...
Wonderland Tea Party: Yeah, sorry, for one-shots I like to just- cut off. I don't know why. And that mental image... Same, but really, it's what he does? What else are you supposed to write (besides fight) xD
Andrew: Ah, thanks mate! Didn't expect to see you here as well though
This one won't be getting a story to itself like that Spy!Shinso, but it might be part of that story~
Nah, just kidding it's not xD
Or is it?
Read, review and enjoy~
Mistakes, his mistakes, he learns, can cost a lot.
Just how much? He learns the hard way…
It wasn't supposed to go like this.
"Dad! Dad, please, please, don't – don't go!"
This can't be real.
"Please, please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
No way… there was just no way…
"I should have listened, I know, I admit it, it's my fault just – just please, please…"
Blood… so – so much blood…
"…Please, dad… Don't die…"
He lost the pulse.
*A few hours prior*
"Are you ready?" Shota asked, looking down at the kid who nodded in excitement.
"Always," Hitoshi said casually, walking beside him.
"I wasn't sure if you'd take your internship here but…"
"C'mon dad, you and I both know I'm best suited for Underground Hero work."
"That's true… But this line of work is far more dangerous. You'll need to follow what I say and do, to the letter."
"Don't I always?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
After finally making his way into the Hero Course, Shinso quickly caught up and even exceeded some of the others in class. And now, he was doing the yearly internship with his father – it was exciting.
Their first mission together was a fairly simple one – a gang of small-time villains have been causing trouble on the streets in the lower sections of the city. Their task was to capture and remove them from their work place. As simple as it can be. So why wasn't it?
Everything was going normal, as it should. They caught up to the gang, cornered them and even managed to restrain them. Well, most anyway.
"One's getting away!" Shinso called, pointing at the fleeing villain.
"Let him go – we need to get these to the station- Toshi!" Aizawa started to speak, when the kid ran off.
"I'll take care of him! No worries!" he assured with a grin, quickly following the escapee. If only he'd known…
He followed him into the allies, feeling a bit excited at the chase even. This were going perfect and if they continued to go like this, he'd have no issues becoming a hero. And it was that excitement and overconfidence, that caused him to follow the villain without thinking it over properly.
"Nowhere left to run!" Shinso called when the villain stopped at a dead end. "Surrender now or I'll make you."
"…" the man said nothing, only slowly turned around. But he was smirking and that instantly set warning bells of in the boy's brain. He spun around, but it wasn't soon enough, and he felt a metal pipe collide with his head.
"Hah, little brat!" he heard someone laugh, but he was already drooling blood and feeling concrete on his face. He felt numb.
"Where's the other one?" a different voice, but he couldn't focus enough to try and use his Quirk. Everything hurt too much.
"I dunno… Back with the others," the one he'd been chasing said and he felt a kick to his side, likely breaking a rib.
"We can use the kid as bait… That bastard's a pro."
"Really think he'll show?"
"He has to-"
Next thing Shinso knew, there were grunts and groans all around him as bodies fell. Everything was still dizzy, but he caught a familiar form jumping all over the place, using a scarf to take care of the villains.
"…I told you not to run off…" Shota said with a weak sigh as he gently hoisted the kid up into his arms. "Stuff like this happens."
"…Got it…" Hitoshi whispered weakly, just glad to be safe. It's been a while since his father's held him like this, and he has to admit, he's missed it.
"Well, well, well… If it ain't the not-so-famous Eraserhead… And he has a student now? How nice," a new voice and an enemy Shinso couldn't see, but he felt Aizawa tense.
"…" there was silence, except something metal and heavy being dragged along the ground. And then, there were multiple of those sounds.
"Dad?" he whispered weakly, feeling his heart pound. The world was spinning and dark, so he felt almost blind.
"Tell me, hero," the man he couldn't see spoke. "Can you fight off all of me, while carrying the boy?"
"…Can you walk?" Shota whispered and it made his body numb. He sounded scared.
"…N-No," despite himself, he answered truthfully. He could still hardly feel his body.
"…"
"What'll it be, hero?"
Suddenly, he was moving all over the place, safe and secure in his father's arms. But he could hear the yells and grunts and then, he was on the ground.
"Like the Quirk? Multiplying people can come in real handy, wouldn't you agree?"
Hitoshi managed to regain himself enough to see himself lying on the ground, his father standing protectively beside him, holding his arm, while they were surrounded by a muscular and beefed villain holding a metal bat.
"I think I'll kill the kid first."
One of his copies raised his bat and was about to take a swing, when Aizawa used his own Quirk on the man, only it had no effect. The villain only laughed. "The multiplying Quirk isn't mine. I'm no fool. I wouldn't face you like this."
The bat was still coming and Hitoshi managed to roll out of the way, but crashed into a dumpster and made his head injury all the more worse. He actually blacked out there for a few seconds, and when he came to, he saw Eraserhead still trying to fight off the multiple enemies, but he was getting tired fast. This man's brute strength was clearly something he wasn't in the condition to deal with.
"Watch out!" Shinso managed, but too late, as the metal bat collided with his father's back and sent him crashing into a wall.
"Strike three – you're out," the villain laughed as he and his copies moved in closer. Shota tried to stand and fight, but he was pushed back down by another swing of the bat. That was followed by more hits and Hitoshi could hear the sickening cracking of bone.
"No… no!" he hissed, biting his lip until it bled and forcing himself to stand. "Stop!" he yelled shakily and the bastards turned to him, smirking.
"You want some kid?"
"…" he swallowed as best he could, trying to steady himself on the wall as he saw some of the copies coming his way. He took a deep breath, ignoring the bloodied wall and concentrating.
"I said, stop!" he hissed, eyes giving off a green hue and suddenly, all movement stopped. "…Now," he grunted, still in pain and having trouble breathing. "Beat each other up."
The villain and his copies did as he said, but Shinso ignored it all as he managed to stumble his way to Shota's side. He nearly threw up and had to close his eyes to not cry, but told himself it's not too late.
So, he half dragged half carried his father out of the alley and into another one, trying not to panic as he thought of what to do. But he could hardly feel a pulse as his father wasn't responding to anything he did – words or touches.
It wasn't supposed to go like this. No way. It- It can't end like this.
"Dad! Dad, please, please, don't – don't go!" he pleaded, feeling the tears start spilling out.
This can't be real.
"Don't worry – I – I'll handle this," he was shakily reaching for his phone, dialing Uncle Mic.
"Please, please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" he repeated over and over, setting his father's head on his lap to try and comfort him.
No way… there was just no way…
"I should have listened, I know, I admit it, it's my fault just – just please, please…" he heard the ringing and swallowed.
Blood… so – so much blood…
"…Please, dad… Don't die…" just a little longer… just stay strong a little longer…
He lost the pulse.
"Toshi? What's wrong?" his body was cold as he heard Mic's voice on the other side. "Toshi?"
"…I'm so sorry…" he only managed, shaking as he cradled the phone and his father's face at the same time. "I'm so sorry…"
And cut! Yeah, there was too few angsty ones here so far, so I added one. Actually did it first on the Discord Server and now I'm posting it here. Share the angst and all. Friendly reminder that prompt ideas/requests are still open and much welcomed, so if you have one I haven't done yet, send it over!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and if you did, consider reviewing? It means a ton to me and helps me write future chapters!
Till next time~