Hey, guys. I hope you enjoy this story! A/N: This particular story is a general love story. Rated T for mild crude humor, minor language, and suggestive themes. Enjoy!
Katsuki closed the door to the cabinet as he grabbed the potato chips. He was hungry and didn't get a chance to eat as his parents threw him out of the house. The spiky-haired blonde understood if the rekindling couple wanted alone time, they didn't have to literally boot him out of the apartment. He played it no mind as he jumped onto the couch.
"Whoa! Watch it! Do you need Auntie gives us another lecture?" Katsuki wasn't alone. Shouto had his legs crossed as he flipping through channels to watch. Amazing how the television had digital cable, Netflix, and Hulu. And still, nothing to watch.
"Tch! Whatever, baka!" Despite his quick, defensive rebuttal, Katsuki wiped the dirt print from the couch and sat on it properly. The last thing he wanted was another hit to spoon by Aunt Inko and then being chased down the street by his mother. He cringed as he remembered the night before as she was training for an upcoming marathon. As she was panting, she chanted, 'One, Katsuki chasing. Two, Katsuki chasing. Three, Katsuki chasing…." He dissipated those thoughts as he took the remote from Shouto.
The duo met at Izuku's house. According to his mother, before she went out shopping, Izuku had a late night. She didn't explain more, which gave the boys explicative ideas but weren't bold enough to release. They were planning to go to the arcade and then grab some drinks at the new karaoke bar in town. Their friends Tenya, Yuga, Eijiro, and few other classmates were meeting them there. It was a brief get together for Summer vacation. Amazing how the class of 1-A, now class 2-A kept in contact with each other. What started as a class of strangers turned into a family.
"Darn, I wish this baka would hurry up with the shower." Katsuki was digging in his ear as he patted his thigh with the other hand. By now, Shouto took claim of the remote to find an appropriate show. He eyed Katsuki as he smiled and rubbed the earwax onto his pants. He wasn't going to get in trouble again for rubbing it on the couch. His father was already a force without saying words. He especially didn't need it from his recently released mother.
"Dude, we still have time. Have some patience," replied Shouto calmly as he leaned back onto the couch. Ren & Stimpy was his choice as he began to ponder on the controversial children's cartoon. "It isn't like you have girls lining up after you."
"Baka, please," interjected Katsuki. "These girls love my drip." He flexed his arms. "See these pythons." He kissed each arm. "Rated M for mature! What do you have to say about that."
Shouto didn't instantly respond. He grabbed the bag of chips and then took a bite. He chewed slowly as he leaned back to the couch. He took a breath before sighing. "That's from spending too much time in the bathroom if you know what I mean."
Katsuki stared blankly as if he was in shock. "You know...you know...darn, you got me this time, Todoroki." He took his bag of chips. "I get you back next time."
"Don't make me revoke your folding protection card," interjected Shouto.
After a few seconds of their witty bantering, they heard the sound of the phone coming from the coffee table. Katsuki immediately picked it up. "Dude, there is somebody by the name of David Shield." He made a smiling glare at Shouto. "American perhaps?"
Shouto shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me! Probably Austrailian." Before he could watch the scene when Ren encountered the destruction of his house thanks to Stimpy and his cousin, Sven, he eyed Katsuki planning to pick up Izuku's phone. "Dude, what the heck?"
"Why not? Just doing a favor for dear old Deku." Shouto didn't like the sniveling smile that belonged to Katsuki. With a smile as sinister from the spiky blonde, it meant trouble. Shouto decided to retrieve it. "Give it, Bakugo."
"Back off, dude. No giveys, backeys!" Katsuki aimed the phone in the air as he tried to not give it to Shouto. "Dude, give it to me."
"Hell no," replied Katsuki. "Can I have a little fun?"
"Unless you want your protection card revoked," replied Shouto as he struggled with. Suddenly, he paused. "What a minute, I have a quirk." Not wanting to destroy the home, he used his power to freeze Katsuki to the wall. "Ha! Gotcha!"
"Todoroki! You said no quirks allowed in the house," barked Katsuki.
"Your mama said it at your house," replied Shouto excitedly as he grabbed the phone. "As I was saying, give it to me." Suddenly, his calm demeanor changed into a sinister demeanor. "For I will be the one to answer it, Kacchan!"
Katsuki stood flabbergasted as the white-redhead sported Izuku's voice perfectly. As much he wanted to question Shouto's voice talent, he answered the phone.
"Moshi, Moshi," replied Shouto (in Izuku's voice) before grunting to speak in English. "I mean, G'day, mate!"
"Izuku, greetings," replied the receiver. "Mr. Shields here. I hope all is well with you." It was quite obvious to Shouto that the receiver didn't have an Australian accent. However, he had practiced too much of Izuku's voice to not let this down. Since it was Izuku's head on the chopping block if things were to get worse, then oh well, thought Shouto as he continued.
"How can I help you with today, mate?"
Katsuki snapped his fingers to get Shouto's attention. "Yo! Baka! Please, let me interlude." Shouto followed suit and put his mouth to the receiver. "Hey! Hey! Hey! I have the shrimp on the barbie!"
Shouto tried to contain his laughter before returning to the phone. "Excuse me about that. The television was loud."
"Um, sure," replied David awkwardly. "The reason why I am calling because I have plans to be back in Japan in the next couple of days."
"Oh, really, mate?"
"Yes, sir. And since I know that your family and my family have a good rapport, I was wondering if you can do me a favor."
"Sure, mate!" Shouto snapped his fingers to allow Katsuki to ad-lib once more. "Lunch, who opened their? You walkabout whacker!"
Mr. Shield's tone was now concerning. "Izuku, is everything okay with you? If you want me to call back…."
"No, excuse this derro, mate. Just the loud television," replied Shouto. "So, what is the favor you want of me, sir?"
"Um...yeah! I am planning to be in Japan over the next couple of days. I tried calling your mother but she was perhaps busy. I was seeing if it was okay for my child to stay over with you for the next few days?"
"Sure!"
"My God, thanks! I am going to text you the information of when she is coming. Thank you so much!"
"Thank you, mate. Hooroo!"
"Ciao," replied Katsuki loudly as Shouto turned off Izuku's phone.
Shouto used his quirk to melt the ice from Katsuki. He lightly used it to dry the couch. The duo straightened themselves out in time as Izuku entered the room.
It was something how a forty-five-minute shower can make a teenager feel refreshed according to Izuku as he drank a bottled water. He cracked his knuckles as Shouto and Katsuki were playing coy while looking at television.
Remember the royal anthem of the Kilted Yaksmen
Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
"Hey, guys! Sorry for the delay," replied Izuku calmly as he stretched his arms. There wasn't any way he was going to tell the boys on why he took a forty-five-minute shower. Last night, Izuku didn't get much sleep. He began exhibiting repetitive dreams. At first, there were images, images of white, plaid, and orange. Sparkles of blue, waves of blonde like sun-bleached wheat. The images kept Izuku well part into the night. A reminder of a past he didn't want to relive. A plight of a sight he prayed to God he didn't have to witness again.
He spotted his cell phone. "That's where it was." Shouto averted his eyes as Katsuki kept his glare onto the unsuspecting Izuku. "Umm...I got a call." He paused, seeing smudges on his phone. He immediately looked at Katsuki. Katsuki played coy, keeping his arms cross. "Deku, before you say anything...it was Shouto."
"Snitch!"
"Shouto!"
Shouto raised his hand. "In my defense, rather it in my hands than Katsuki?"
"Still, privacy much." He knew there wasn't much he could do. Izuku was quirkless and coming for them was like bringing a nail filer to a gun fight. He sighed in defeat. "Who was it by the way anyway?
"A man."
"American," interjected Katsuki.
"His name is David Shields," said Shouto.
"Mr. Shields? Really?" His tone was low. His heart began beating rapidly. He felt like a ship that intercepted an iceberg. "W-w-what did he want?"
"He said that he was planning to visit Japan for a couple of days," replied Shouto. "He'd mention that he was planning to bring his daughter."
Izuku's lips quivered. Katsuki began noticing that Izuku's hands were shaking. "You don't say." He began backing away from the boys. "Say...he didn't give the time when did he?"
Shouto put his finger to his lip as he tried thinking. "He stated that he was going to text it to you."
As if the gods were laughing at Izuku, he heard the sound of his text going off. He looked to the phone nervously as he saw the name that belonged to David Shields. He sideswiped the text. He began to read it. After reading it, he produced a sickly sweet smile. He backed away. Sweat was evacuating from his forehead. "Man, it's getting hot." He began staggering. "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your fur. I am getting so hot. I'm gonna take my fur off." He fell backward, fainting on the ground.
Shouto went to Izuku, mumbling on the ground to himself. Meanwhile, Katsuki went to Izuku's phone. He read the text before scratching his head. "Who is Melissa?"
Meanwhile….
"Would you like anything to drink, sir?"
David Shields opened his eyes and saw the friendly eyes of the flight stewardess. Her eyes displayed that she had a passion for a job as she did her customary deed of offering him, as a passenger, a beverage.
"Oh, yes ma'am," replied David, "I would like to have a diet coke, please." The stewardess gave him his drink with a napkin.
This was not his first time on an airplane, but it always made him nervous. No matter how lavish the furnishings were or how coordinately skilled the pilots were, an airplane would be never more than a metal tube. He gave a sign of the cross for a safe landing upon arrival.
"Would you like anything to drink, ma'am?"
She turned around delicately as she closed the magazine. She was a young woman with straight blonde hair long enough to stretch down her back. She has deep sky blue eyes and a pair of red, oval frame eyeglasses. She sported a white dress shirt with orange plaid trim sleeves, underneath a red vest with an orange plaid bow tie at the collar. Accompanying this were knee-length khaki pants, salmon plaid leggings, and boots.
"Sure, what Daddy is having, please," she replied gently.
David thanked the stewardess for their drinks, including an additional compliment of her mannerisms. As she walked away to tend to another passenger, he quickly drank his soda, feeling the cool sensation hitting the pit of his stomach. His daughter followed suit as she did the same.
"Excited about being back in Japan, Melissa?"
She nodded gently as she reached into her folder that she kept under her magazine. On her tray in front of her, she was drawing a sketch. It was a leaf skeleton, its green flesh eaten away to leave only a lacy cellulose network - fragile, natural, beautiful in its own way. My eyes traveled over its' ovoid shape, thrown into sharp relief by the deep plum background. Our creativity brings our dreams to life; inspiring, enchanting, bringing us closer to God. In art our spirits rise, in stories, we are enthralled and elevated. With creativity we make connections between disparate people, we learn that through our many lenses we are seeing the same whole, only the path before our feet is still blurred. Life should never be art vs science, but a beautiful marriage of the two.
She took a brief pause, staring at her delicate fingers. On her ring finger were two bands.
"What are those, dear," asked her father.
"Just rings, Daddy." And a promise.
To be continued….