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simptrus · 4 years ago

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"Secrets and Songbirds" Chapter 2

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Hey omg it's been super long since I updated this fic. Suddenly my brain said hey maybe you have some ideas for this mess and I did but the motivation to write? Bleh it wasn't easy. I hope you enjoy!

Tw: Nothing super gorey or depressing but there's a scene of almost drowning and some that are very sad. ♡

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Where had things left off? Lost in a tranquil dream upon a rumbling train, one to take them away from the pain of their hometown. They didn't understand how she was haunted everyday, forever she would stare at the baby and be possessed with agony at the ghost of his father. Her dreams were the only peace she received, memories of their dazzling courtship, the jabs at each other and the first kiss they shared. Familar warmth blanketed her lips in dreams, fantasies of a life lived out with the love of her lives; yes even in past lives she knew they were destined to be together. There was hope etched into her tiring thoughts that in other lives they lived their days out.

She woke with a start, sweat painting her blueberry waves to the sides of her face, momentary panic filled her gloomy eyes her arms were empty, no angel to be found. The symphony of crackling twigs brought her head to roll around to the side, there was no train. No Izunami, no baby, no Aizawa, just confusion and pleading eyes searching for her anchors. This was a forest, dark and dense with beams of moonlights illuminating her pale skin, where on earth had she been dropped? She took tenative steps into the depths, turning to see a lake, bold and glistening with beautiful and deep waters; reflective like glass of the starry skies above.

Urges snapped away at her mind guiding a widow, heartbroken to the edge of rippling waves. Dive in..let the darkness comfort you, there's nothing now, just warmth Aika. "But..Hayato..he's all I have now." Weary voice twinkled with doubt, shrinking back from the idea but her steps they moved forward. Waves lapped at her feet, ankles, knees, then her waist, she wasn't cold it was warm and thick almost as if mixed with syrup. Then she was below the glassy textured surface, heavy pressure smashed into her chest making her gasp and choke, airways flooding with the syrupy water, she coughed and hacked and sank deeper into darkness. Voiceless wails of broken melody breaking the stillness below, conciousness was melting away from her but a light blinded her dark adjusted eyes-..could it be?

A hand dove into the murky substance, black glove blending seamlessly into the indigo waters, a wavering silhouette of brilliant mixture of purple and maroon spread high and wide just above the solidifying surface of the lake. A crack, a snap, a gasp for air, tar bled from her eyes and lips, lungs thrusting it into the air with sputtering coughs and gags. Gold returning to her eyes they rolled past the person holding her and into her skull, drained and cracked only a faintness of soothing voice. Instinctively it called to her, conciousness pulling her to look back and there she saw.

By the time the train had lurched into the station it had been a few hours, the purple gold hues of the rising sun blanketed the scenery. Things outside passed quietly, her friends having removed the baby from her strained arms while she finally slept. When had been the last time she had even slept? Probably the last night they had snuggled in a tight nest of blankets to fight away the cold nip of their apartment; a distanced memory by now. A jolt had her heaving awake, coughing and wheezing from instinctive holding of her breath, fleeting sensation of the tar spilling from her swollen lungs. She was safe however, tucked away and on her way to a new home, the irony of her situation wasn't lost on her though it did leave her bitter. They came to retrieve her soon after, questioning the ghostly expression that she wore with the labyrinth of thoughts surrounding meaning and memory of the dream she had experienced last night and the man she had seen. Who was it? How had she dreamt up that, had her subconscious finally been pushed beyond reason? Was this her own terminal torture, to be cursed with reflections of her husband's love for as long as she breathe.

One step, two steps onto hard station flooring, lights buzzing off with artificial aura, but Aika paid no mind, a restart, another of her life. How much more could she take before the caged bird within her was crushed by shrinking metals?

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simptrus · 4 years ago

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"Secrets and Songbirds" chapter 1

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This is just angsty as fuck! *rubs hands together* the ending is just cut off I apologize halfway through I just had a brain freeze-I'll do a part 2 one day soon!

Warnings: Overall it's just very emotional, kind of sad but nothing too wild!

Summary: Basically this is from a scene that rattled into my head, so I'm smashing my keys till I can't put together nice sentences. Hawks and Dabi's battle ended with Hawks not making it. Aika is the broken wife, Izu is her best friend, Aizawa promised his friend to care for his family.

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She never cried anymore, at first blinding globs of hot tears would boil up in her eyes at the mention of his name or an item he had loved. That was months ago, now her ducts had been rung dry, stinging and sore even now after weeks from her last fit. The world was coated in dull grey, people she had known becoming nothing more than ever shifting outlines of colors and voices.

"Aika!" a harsh tone snapped at her doing little more than making her head twist slowly from the window she had stared out of. A crumbly "hm" was her only response to the glare of concern the woman across from her pressed into her frame. Usually such a tone would have warranted a jump or jolt of surprise but today seemed to be another day of delayed reactions. "You've been watching the window for three hours. Your eyes are red Ai-chan, please just rest for me." It wasn't enough to plead to the distraught wife of the former hero, she could hardly comprehend it anyway, emotions seemed to flutter around her like odd insects.

Golden eyes locked into Izu's gaze, puzzled and glassy like they had to register who she was. "Later. He's coming home soon." The words built heat in her throat, choking away the sick that was sloshing up into her esophagus. Even knowing this wasn't true, it brought such visceral reactions from her to lie to herself. Even after months she dreamed and prayed that it would be just like any of his other runs, releasing him home to her tired and overworked due to the commission's schedule.

She had drifted away again, lost in the rolling fields that swept past the window of the train. Why was she even there? Bothering to make such a move to be with Izu, wouldn't he come home to find their things packed and sent away? Would he worry? Delirium was her painkiller to the gaping hole left within her, he always did this what made it so different this time? "I should let him know about the move." The statement made her companion twitch with unease, it had already taken so long to convince her let her text the number let alone call it.

"Okay Aika. But stay close..after everything I don't want you running away again." There was humor hidden somewhere deep below Izunami's statement but it fell upon deaf ears, her friend already out of the seat and moving to squeeze through the spaced seating. Actually it was hardly a squeeze at all, the issue was keeping clothes on her thinning frame now; watchful eyes trailed her movements into a small corner of the train car.

Devoid of anyone besides the two at the moment it was a silence that she savored, too many questions had been flooding her mind and her doors, grief stricken fans calling upon her to know what happened to the feathered hero. Sad reality simply answered as she just didn't know, she was hated by some, adored by others but neither did anything to soothe her ailing heart. Her fingers typed away at her phone screen, flicking through old messages between the pair of lovebirds. "I love you bluebird! I'll see you soon this should be a quick trip! ~♡" it hurt to reread it, eyes squinting shut to force the statement into a muddled version of his voice in her head.

The phone connected to her ear, ringing echoing and the too familiar tone of his inbox. "You reached Hawks! I'm busy right now taking out the trash so shoot me a message and I'll get right back to ya~" even in his voicemail she could hear that goofy grin plastered across his face. It brought a sliver of a smile to her pale lips, speaking into the receiver with a whisper. "Hey Kei. It's bluebird, I just wanted to let you know that we're moving in with Izu till you get back, okay? Don't worry Shouta said he would text you the address so I hope you'll be there soon. I-..I love you Keigo. Come back to me soon, honeypot." She nearly shriveled on the spot, clicking away and clutching the phone to her chest as she inched her way back to sit through the long ride.

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Aizawa entered just as her phone had met her ear, stern eyes shifting across her shape. She shouldn't be up, but he needed to focus on something more important for the time that she was grieving. The small pink bundle cradled in his arms emitted a few soft coos, maroon eyes traversing down to glisten with silent wonder. Though Hawks had been a bastard rat and always ended up bashing heads with the ebony haired man they had both promised to care for each other's family's if things were to occur. Thick jaw muscles pulled taunt at the memory, moving to gently provide a finger for the little human in his hold to grasp.

Aika hasn't a bad mother, no far from it, it had taken both Aizawa and Izunami to pry the little one away from the mourning woman for fear of smothering the poor thing with her attention. The baby was all she had to remember him by, a near spitting image of his father before him, minus those brilliant crimson wings, rather replaced with purple: Royal and bold a mix of the couple's colors.

Shouta slinked over to the cushy seats and shimmied to get comfortable next to Izu, being wary of the legacy in his hands. "She's called three times this week already." He breathed, watching her pace slowly around the car. "Do you think she'll get better? The baby needs his mother." It was all he could say, cold and bitter with emotional distance he was trying to desperately keep. His only reply to the question was a defeated shrug from the caregiver at his side. "I have no idea Shouta. There's not much unlocked in her right now." She winced.

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The nurse could feel them staring at her weakness, that's all anyone seemed to do anymore..fleeting glances of worry or concern sometimes an occasional glare from a fan who had heard the news. It was her fault the number two hero was gone, if she had stopped him, prodded into his past, forced him to come clean maybe all this could have been avoided. Her lungs ached with that image, the three of them huddled back on their couch; kept away from the terrors of his work beneath a canopy of protective scarlet. Her pacing had turned panicked without her realizing, drowning deep within the blizzard of memories and dreams they had formed together.

Warped vision snapped to her friends, taking in the sight of her baby hugged away in Aizawa's arms. There was a flicker of light in her cloudy eyes, promptly making her way across to her companions to watch the man with her child. "Oh Hayato, I'm sorry chickadee. I'm so sorry Shouta..Izu. I can take the baby now." Though her song was low and shaky her lips held a small smile, warm with the love for the tiny bundle her husband had gifted them all.

He obliged thankful to see a stir in those weepy expressions. Aika's arms slipped into place as if perfectly created to cradle and soothe little ones, soft coos of reassuring adoration leaving her lips. "Hello my little feather, you look so much like your papa. Same sharp eyes with those big beautiful pupils." She hummed and sunk herself into the cushion behind her, holding the image of their family close in her mind. He truly did look like his father all the way down to that lopsided smile that stalled even the stoniest of hearts. "Our little feather." She whispered to him, pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek and leaning back. Perhaps she'd sing him a song, one his father always loved to listen to when they went on long trips; this was indeed going to be a very long trip.

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