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crimsonwolf715 · 3 months ago

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Old and New Wounds

An alarm starts going off.

“I thought we were done with training for the day,” Todoroki says. “We have to get back to the dorms.”

“That’s not a training alarm,” Endeavor says, then heads out of the training room quickly.

Izuku and Todoroki rush to catch up to him.

“What’s the situation, Burnin?” Endeavor asks.

“There’s a guy breaking into places and incapacitating everyone he comes into contact with. We don’t have a record of him or what his Quirk is,” Burnin answers.

“Alright, let’s get to the scene.” He turns to Izuku and Todoroki. “You two don’t have to come.”

“But we’re coming anyway,” Todoroki replies.

Izuku nods.

“Alright then.”

Izuku, Todoroki, Endeavor, and Burnin head out to the scene as quickly as they can and find the villain coming out of a jewelry store. Endeavor attacks the villain and he dodges. The others join in on the attack, making it a whirlwind of people. Izuku and Endeavor back up to survey the situation. The villain throws Todoroki at Endeavor and Endeavor barely manages to catch Todoroki. He’s helping Todoroki stand when Todoroki gets hit by a blast. He goes flying backwards.

“Shoto!”

Endeavor gets hit with a blast and goes flying through the wall of a nearby shop.

“Sir!” Burnin shouts, running over to check on Endeavor.

The villain goes to shoot Burnin and Izuku hits him with a Delaware Smash Air Force. He turns towards Izuku and starts firing shots at him. Izuku dodges most of them, but one of them grazes his arm. It doesn’t hurt, but his mind starts buzzing a little.

“My Quirk brings up buried trauma. Not always the most handy, but quite useful for dealing with heroes. Always so traumatized.”

Another shot hits Izuku’s arm.

“You’re useless.” “You’ll never amount to anything.” “Useless Izuku.” “I’ll call you Deku!”

Izuku pushes the endless stream of insults out of his mind.

I’m not useless, not anymore.

He continues attacking the villain and while he seems a little surprised, willingly goes back to fighting Izuku. Izuku notices that Todoroki seems to be recovering, which is good. He notices that Endeavor still hasn’t gotten up. The villain goes to attack Todoroki again and Izuku manages to get to him first. He grabs Todoroki with Blackwhip and pulls Todoroki over to him. While he looks surprised, Todoroki quietly thanks Izuku for the save.

“No problem.”

The villain manages to hit Deku with the ray again, but it’s different this time. The scenery around him changes to the kitchen of the Todoroki Household.

Shoto, who woke up to the sound of his mother’s voice, walks towards the kitchen, where her voice is coming from. Rei’s standing in the kitchen with a kettle on the stove. She’s on the phone with someone, but Todoroki can’t tell who it is.

“I feel like I’m going crazy. I can’t take it anymore. Everyday, the child seem more like him. And Shoto, that child’s left side looks unbearable to me. All I can see is his father. I can’t raise him anymore. I want to run away from this life.”

“Mom? What are you saying?”

Rei gives Todoroki a crazed look, then grabs Todoroki’s arm and pours boiling water on his face.

Izuku gets pulled back to reality by Todoroki tossing him into an alleyway to avoid another blast from the villain’s gun.

“Are you alright, Midoriya?” Todoroki asks. “You froze.”

Izuku nods, trying to push the horrific scene from his mind. “Yeah, I’m fine. I really wish Kacchan was here. He would be able to get this guy with his explosions.”

“Well Bakugo isn’t here, so we need a plan because my father’s still out of commission.”

Izuku turns his attention towards Endeavor and he’s still lying motionless in the rumble of that broken wall.

“Is Endeavor alive?” Izuku asks. “I haven’t seen him move since being hit.”

Todoroki glances at Endeavor. “He’s fine. Focus on the plan.”

“Plan. Plan.” Izuku looks around. “Todoroki, do you think you can cause a massive distraction?”

Todoroki nods. “What do you have in mind, Midoriya?”

Izuku watches Todoroki rush out of the alleyway producing large amounts of ice and blocking the villain in while also distracting him. Izuku smiles and uses Delaware Smash Air Force to propel himself into the air. The villain’s completely distracted by trying to find Todoroki among the ice, so Izuku kicks him in the back of the head. The villain grabs Izuku and takes Izuku down with him. The two struggle on the ground and Izuku gets stabbed in the side. Deku uses a little of One For All and kicks him in the head again.

He gets knocked unconscious by the kick and Izuku gets up. He covers the wound with a hand so he can stop the bleeding. He looks around and notices that camera crews showed up at some point and are filming. Luckily, you can only see his head over the ice, so he quickly retreats behind a larger piece of ice. He leans against the ice so he doesn’t fall over. The adrenaline is crashing and he’s really starting to feel the effects of the blood loss.

“Young Midoriya!” Izuku turns and sees All Might running towards him.

He pushes himself off the ice and steadies himself, then braces for All Might to grab his shoulders like he usually does. Instead, All Might hugs him and it takes everything in him not to make a pained noise. All Might holds him at arm’s length, probably to get a good look at him, but Izuku’s strength gives out and he falls forward. All Might catches him and notices the wound Izuku’s actively been covering with his hand.

“Young Midoriya.”

Izuku smiles at All Might. “Did you see the fight?”

All Might nods. “I saw the whole thing.”

“I did good, right?” Izuku asks. “I used my power well?”

“Of course you did. You helped take down a powerful villain. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, Dad. Just… Tell Mom…”

“Hey, you’re gonna be fine.”

Izuku nods. “Just tell Mom that I’ll be fine. Not to worry too much.”

“You know how your mother is. She worries all the time. I don’t exactly help with all the reckless things I put you through.”

Izuku manages a small shrug. The paramedics rush over and take Izuku to an ambulance. He passes out on the way to the hospital.

Izuku wakes up to a familiar beeping and the sound of Bakugo yelling at someone.

Kacchan’s yelling is getting closer, which means that Kacchan’s coming.

Izuku opens his eyes to see a hospital room and Inko, sitting in the chair beside his bed. All Might’s outside of the door with a doctor. Inko smiles when she notices that his eyes are open.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Izuku.”

She starts crying and Izuku immediately starts comforting her as much as he can verbally. All Might walks in with Bakugo and he rushes over to Inko. Bakugo walks over to Izuku’s bed and gently yanks on his ear.

“Ow,” Izuku says, even though it didn’t hurt that much.

“Stop doing dumb shit,” Bakugo demands. “The one time I’m not there you get stabbed, really?”

“I’m not useless anymore, am I Kacchan?”

Bakugo’s frown deepens. “You’re not useless. Get the idea out of your head.”

Izuku nods as Bakugo sits down. Inko’s luckily stopped crying, but she still looks like she might start crying again at any second. The doctor comes in and tells them that Izuku’s gonna be fine. That he’s gotten the blood that he needs and the broken ribs are taken care of. He wants Izuku to stay overnight for observation to make sure that nothing pops up, but that they can go in the morning as long as everything stays the same. His parents walk out to do some paperwork, so Izuku and Bakugo start chatting about Bakugo’s “house arrest”.

Not long after they start talking, Todoroki walks into the room and he looks displeased.

“Hey, Todoroki. Is Endeavor alright?”

Todoroki grabs a chair and pulls it up next to Bakugo. “My father’s actively in psychological holding because he freaked out and attacked some of the staff when he woke up. They said that it’s most likely an aftereffect of the ability since he was apparently hit with such a high powered shot, but they don’t know what state he’ll be in when he wakes up again.”

“Are you worried?” Izuku asks.

“Yes, but I believe he will pull through just fine. How are you feeling, Bakugo?”

“I’m fine.”

“I talked to your mother on the way in Midoriya. She says that you’re gonna be fine.”

“Oh yeah, we talked to the doctors a couple minutes before you came in. That’s why my parents are outside, they’re doing some paperwork.”

Todoroki nods, then gets up. “I’m going to go check on my father again. None of the others have shown up yet so I’ll be the only one there if he does wake up.”

“See ya later, Todoroki.”

“Let me know if you need anything, IcyHot.”

Todoroki nods again, then heads out.

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candycandy00 · 2 years ago

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This is a sequel to a previous request. The original requester (who chose to remain anonymous) asked for a part two that would include an AFO/All Might/Inko threesome, so I delivered. I hope lol.

Smut. 18+. Master/slave dynamics. Dubcon. Humiliation. Shackles. Gags. Oral. Anal. A little bit of everything lol.

Read part one here!

Several days later, Toshinori found himself walking through the sultan’s palace while completely nude, a painful erection standing tall in the cool air.

The sultan was a few feet in front of him, men on either side giving reports and discussing things in hushed voices. This little walk through the palace had a very specific purpose: to parade Toshinori around like an obscene doll. Occasionally, the sultan would stop for a moment to stroke his Chosen Man until thick strings of cum shot out across the marble floor. Then he would force Toshinori to look him in the eyes again, causing another erection.

Of course this whole affair was deeply humiliating, as servants and other inhabitants of the palace had to actively step around the mess, and Toshinori was certain that some servants were forced to clean it up after he passed through.

At least they probably didn’t have to clean it with their tongues. He hoped.

Over the past few days, Toshinori had remained under the effects of the hypnosis, and had remained shackled and gagged most of the time. He was allowed to remove them all to eat, drink, and wash his face a few times a day, as well as bathe, only for fresh gags to be placed back into his mouth and for his arms to be shackled behind his back again.

While the gags were off, he was under strict orders to keep conversation to a minimum. No more than generic pleasantries or letting the servants know that he needed something. Toshinori was very aware that the sultan had eyes and ears everywhere, all eager to report any infraction back to him.

Despite all this, Toshinori had made a friend, of sorts. The woman named Inko had made a point of speaking to him every night before going to sleep. She was careful with her words, smart enough to stick to neutral topics, but her voice was kind and soothing.

Inko was attractive, with long shiny hair and a plump, curvy figure. Toshinori could see why she would be chosen for a harem. It was embarrassing to sit next to this lovely lady while he was naked, an erection slowly softening between his legs. But Inko was considerate. She kept her eyes on his face and avoided reacting to his nudity.

One night the sultan called for both Toshinori and Inko. This provoked a stab of fear in Toshinori, as he wondered what horrors Inko would be dragged into just because she’d been kind to him.

The servant led the two of them to a large bathing chamber, where the sultan was waiting, already completely disrobed. Water dripped along his skin from his bath, leaving glistening trails. His body was toned to perfection, looking like a chiseled god. Between his thighs hung a massive cock, not even hard yet. He smiled as they entered the room, the door shutting behind them.

The sultan looked at Inko, the only one among them wearing any clothing, and made a gesture with his hand. She immediately pulled off her dress and under garments, as if this were routine for her.

Toshinori looked away from her, then regretted being so obvious. The sultan motioned for Inko to approach him, then turned her to face Toshinori.

“Look at her,” he commanded. When Toshinori hesitated, the sultan did something that made Inko gasp.

Toshinori looked up sharply to see the sultan’s hand around Inko’s throat. The grip relaxed when Toshinori looked. “Good. Look her up and down, take in every inch.”

Toshinori looked at her face first, where a hint of a pink blush had spread across her cheeks. He lowered his eyes to her full breasts, lingering on her rapidly hardening pink nipples. Then to the soft rolls of pale flesh that comprised her stomach, flesh that seemed designed to be grabbed. Then to the mound of thin curling hair that covered her pussy. Her thick thighs were clamped together, squished against each other.

The sultan suddenly clapped his hands together to get their attention. “The two of you, have a bath, and then we’ll spend some time together.”

There was a large bathing pool already full of steaming, fragrant water several feet away. Toshinori and Inko walked over to it and stepped inside, both of them eager to sink neck deep into the water.

The gags remained. Toshinori had learned to never remove them unless he was explicitly told to do so. Therefore, Inko was the one to speak.

“Whatever happens, don’t worry about it,” she whispered. “Anything he does to me now is something he’s already done. I’m used to it. I just hate that he’s involving you.”

Toshinori, unable to reply, simply looked at her. How could he tell her that it was the opposite? He hated that she had to be involved.

Inko looked down into the water, a blush on her face again. “I know I’m not the most beautiful woman in the harem. I’m sorry I’m the one you have to do this with.”

Toshinori shook his head vigorously. How could she think that? In his opinion, she was by far the most beautiful woman in the palace. He tried to gesture to her that she was wrong, but he didn’t think he was doing a good job. She just smiled at him as she continued bathing.

A few minutes later, the sultan called for them to finish up and return to him, where he waited on an elevated stone platform. Toshinori avoided Inko’s eyes as they both dried off and walked over to the sultan.

They found him still very much nude, lounging amongst stacks of richly colored pillows. He patted the pillows beside him and said, “Inko, join me.”

Her response was automatic. She quickly stepped over and sat down beside the sultan, then leaned back against the pillows. She didn’t seem particularly afraid of the man, though Toshinori wouldn’t call her demeanor “comfortable” either. She had probably been intimate with the sultan countless times, and Toshinori wondered how she felt about that. Was she repulsed? Crying on the inside at having this man touch her? Or did she simply view it as a duty she had to perform, like any other job? She hadn’t mentioned the sultan being especially cruel to the women in the harem, instead stressing his sadistic treatment of his Chosen Man.

As Toshinori watched, the sultan turned on his side, toward Inko, and ran one hand over her curves, sliding it down to rest between her thighs. Her face was slightly flushed as the sultan’s fingers disappeared into her soft pubic hair. Soon after, the sultan slid his entire body down so that he was positioned between her legs, his head dipping down to bury his face in her pussy.

Inko let out a small moan and leaned her head back, closing her eyes and clutching the pillows surrounding her. Toshinori tore his eyes away from the scene, feeling like a pervert to be watching such an intimate moment.

“Thief,” the sultan’s voice said, drawing Toshinori’s attention. “Her mouth is lovely, and empty. Make use of it.”

That’s when Toshinori realized he was hard again. He’d gotten so used to being erect most of the time that he hadn’t even noticed. What’s more, he didn’t think the hypnosis was the cause. He hadn’t looked the sultan in the eyes since coming in here. He realized with embarrassment that he’d been aroused by Inko’s moans.

Still, he hesitated. He didn’t want to do anything Inko didn’t want, and the thought of being forceful with her horrified him. But she turned her head toward him and smiled.

“Come,” she said, her cheeks red with blush and desire.

Toshinori stepped closer, then knelt right beside her face, his thighs spread slightly to give her easy access. He placed some extra pillows under her head to get the positioning right, then she leaned toward him and took his cock into her mouth.

He immediately groaned through the gag. Inko’s mouth was soft and wet, her tongue moving gently over his tip and her plush lips sliding along his length. It was completely different from the sultan’s firm, rough blowjobs.

The sultan watched Inko sucking Toshinori off, his eyes shining with pleasure, then returned to his task of eating her out, causing her to moan around Toshinori’s cock.

Just when Toshinori thought he was about to explode in her mouth, the sultan raised his head and said, “Whichever one of you cums first, the other will be punished.”

Toshinori felt as if the blood froze in his body. He looked down to see panic spread across Inko’s face. But just as quickly, a look of determination replaced it. She suddenly began pumping faster, running her tongue along the underside of his cock. She even lifted one hand to massage his testicles.

She was trying to make him cum first. She intended to accept the punishment.

Toshinori tried to tell her to stop, but he couldn’t communicate with the gags on. He thought about pulling away from her, but he knew the sultan would never allow that. He looked over at the other man and motioned toward Inko’s groin, his own way of saying, “Get on with it!”

The sultan laughed, then dove back in. From this angle, Toshinori could see the sultan spreading Inko’s flesh open with his fingers, then running his tongue all over her clit. Her eyes widened, but she never stopped sucking and licking. Toshinori could feel himself getting close, but he held back with all his might. In desperation, he reached one hand down to lightly squeeze her breast, then gently tease her nipple. She made a sound that only turned him on even more, but thankfully, her entire body tensed up and she moaned again. It almost sounded like a sob.

The sultan looked up. “Looks like Inko lost.”

Immediately after, Toshinori lost the strength to fight his own orgasm anymore, and moved to pull out.

“Cum in her mouth,” the sultan commanded, and Toshinori obeyed, worried that refusing would result in Inko being hurt. He felt guilty, but he couldn’t stop himself from completely emptying himself out into Inko’s exhausted mouth.

She took it all, not spilling a drop, and swallowed it down, her tongue still lapping at his tip to catch any remainder.

For a few minutes, she just laid there, panting, legs still spread obscenely. Toshinori stared at her, having the sudden urge to fuck her right then and there. The thought shamed him.

The sultan had stood up and went into the water, bathing himself again. “Bring her over here,” he said.

Toshinori eased Inko into an upright position. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a shy smile. “I’m alright,” she told him, getting to her feet. “The sultan is obsessed with cleanliness. This is all normal.”

Toshinori helped steady her as they both returned to the water to clean themselves again. Once finished, they all three emerged from the water and dried off, only the sultan having no problem looking the others in the eye.

“I’m sure you’re wondering what the punishment is,” he said to Toshinori.

Toshinori looked in the sultan’s general direction, but avoided his eyes.

The sultan grinned. “Whoever won that little game will have their ass penetrated. By me.”

Toshinori paled and glanced at Inko. The shocked look on her face told him this was something even she wasn’t used to. He was glad then that she had “lost”. He couldn’t imagine watching that happen to her. If one of them had to be humiliated and violated, he would prefer it to be him.

“But I’m a merciful sultan. While I’m penetrating you, you’ll be penetrating her. You’re free to use whichever hole you prefer. Just not her mouth again, that would be boring.”

Inko flushed red again, and Toshinori looked at her apologetically. “It’s okay,” she said, “I don’t mind.”

She walked over to the platform full of pillows and laid down on her back again, then opened her legs. Toshinori slowly climbed on top of her. He wanted this, wanted to fuck her senseless, but he worried about her feelings. She said she didn’t mind, but he’d much rather know she actively wanted him to touch her.

He started by gently caressing her, from her face down to her neck and then to her breasts. Her breathing quickened, little sounds escaping her plump lips. She certainly didn’t seem to dislike his touch. In fact, her blushing face and glazed eyes implied that she was enjoying herself. This made Toshinori feel a bit bolder, so he slowly ground his firm, nude body against her unbelievably soft one. His hands ran over the rounded rolls of her sides, and he gripped them as he pushed his cock inside her.

Inko gasped and arched her back, wrapping her arms around his neck. He began to thrust into her, becoming intoxicated by the feeling of her tight, wet pussy clenching him. He’d had sex before, with both men and women, but Inko was incredible. The way she clamped down on him, how pliable and supple she was, the way her eyes glistened as she looked up at him… all of it was driving him crazy.

From the corner of his eye, Toshinori saw the sultan walk over to a pile of discarded clothes and pick up what appeared to be a small jar. He opened it as he moved over to them, and once he was standing right beside the pair, he made a show of reaching his fingers into the far and scraping up some sort of greasy-looking ointment. He slathered it all over his imposing cock, then dropped the jar to the side and moved behind Toshinori.

There was little doubt in what was coming next. Toshinori had never been penetrated before, but he had penetrated others, and he knew the process. He was just thankful that the sultan was using lubrication. He tried to relax his ass as he felt the sultan’s hands on his hips. It was easier said than done. His natural reaction to feeling the tip of a cock at his asshole was to clench himself tightly. He took a deep breath and forced himself to loosen up, just in time for the sultan to shove into him.

It hurt, far more than he anticipated. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the sultan’s unusually large size or if it always hurt like this, but he felt sudden guilt toward his past partners, even though they never complained.

Toshinori tried to focus on Inko, on the pleasure he felt, to alleviate the pain the sultan was causing him. Inko was making positively delicious sounds, and at one point even raised up to kiss the gags, right where his mouth was.

Within minutes, the sultan had found a rhythm that matched Toshinori’s and the pain of the penetration melted into pleasure. Toshinori had never experienced so much stimulation in his life, and it all overwhelmed him quickly. He came inside Inko, and seconds later, the sultan came inside him. Inko had apparently came a little earlier, judging by her rapid breaths and half closed eyes.

The three of them rested for a few minutes, then bathed again before the sultan sent them back to the large room Toshinori and Inko shared with the other women of the harem.

That night, Inko was unusually quiet as she slipped into her sleeping spot. Toshinori didn’t sleep at all, his mind replaying what had happened over and over until morning.

At the usual time, Toshinori went alone to a small dining area and removed his gags to eat his breakfast. He was surprised when, instead of the usual servant, it was Inko who brought him a tray of food. She placed it on the table in front of him and sat down beside him.

“I bribed the servant to let me bring your food,” she said quickly, stealing glances all around them as if afraid she would be caught. “I just wanted the chance to ask you something. Can you tell me your name?”

Toshinori stared at her wordlessly, trying to decide if revealing his name would earn the sultan’s wrath, upon himself or Inko.

After a few moments of silence, Inko’s face reddened and she stood up. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t mean to put you in a bad position.”

“It’s Toshinori,” he said, standing up to face her.

She smiled at him. “I like that name.”

He smiled back. It was the first time he’d smiled since coming here, and it felt nice.

It didn’t take long for that brief moment to come back to haunt him. By evening, the sultan had called for Toshinori and Inko to join him in the main hall. At first, Toshinori worried that the sultan planned to humiliate them both in front of spectators, but the hall was empty save for a few guards, and the sultan sat upon his ornate chair fully clothed.

Inko seemed nervous as the sultan gazed down at her, not with the lust he displayed the night before, but with disappointment.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? I told you both before that I have eyes and ears everywhere,” the sultan said, now glaring at Toshinori.

Inko glanced at Toshinori, all color drained from her face. Then she suddenly threw herself to the floor before the sultan, pressing her head to the floor in a deep bow.

“Please forgive us,” she cried. “I only wanted to know his name. I demanded he tell me! He didn’t want to speak to me, but I insisted!”

Toshinori moved to stop her, but guards were on him in an instant, dragging him backwards away from Inko. With his hands shackled, he couldn’t do much against them.

The sultan’s face broke into a cruel smile. “So you’re to blame, Inko? How unfortunate. You were my favorite.”

Inko said nothing in response, never even raised her face to look at him. Her body was trembling as she kept her head bowed.

“You’re both sentenced to death,” the sultan said in an almost bored tone. “The thief will die by drowning. Inko by beheading. To be carried out immediately.”

Toshinori screamed through the gags and struggled against the guards as Inko was ripped from the floor and dragged away. She looked stunned, as if she hadn’t quite comprehended what had just happened.

Once she was gone, the sultan looked at Toshinori and said, “Oh, don’t glare at me like that. You knew this was coming. I don’t keep a Chosen Man for very long. I do regret that I had to lose Inko in the process, but she can be replaced.”

As the guards began to pull Toshinori away, the sultan spoke again.

“Just so you know, it wasn’t the fact that you spoke to each other. It was the way you looked at each other last night. Neither of you looked at me that way, and that irritated me.”

Toshinori groaned in frustration. He was executing them for such a ridiculous reason? It was unbearable to think about.

The guards dragged Toshinori to an outdoor platform overlooking a large pond. They carried out a huge black metal ball and chained it to Toshinori’s ankles, leaving his hands shackled in front of him and his gags in place.

For a moment, he considered trying to escape. He might’ve been able to take out the guards and carry the ball as he ran. Maybe. It looked awfully heavy. He pulled against the chains with one foot. The ball didn’t budge.

He was expecting the sultan to appear to gloat one final time, or for there to be some sort of ritual involved, but three guards simply walked over and, together, pushed the ball off the edge of the platform. Toshinori was instantly pulled off after it, and he barely had a chance to take a deep breath before he hit the water.

Just after he went under, he thought he heard shouting, but all sound was lost to him as he sank deeper down. He struggled against his bonds, despite knowing there was no use. It was instinct for the body to try to live, after all. His lungs burned in agony as water flowed into his airways. He tried to keep his eyes open as long as possible, and just before he blacked out, he thought he saw a dark figure swimming toward him. Was he hallucinating? That was his last thought.

Until his eyes burst open and he found himself coughing and gagging on the platform he’d just fell from. It took him a moment to notice the man kneeling next to him. Clad all in black, except for a brilliant white scarf around his neck, the man had long dark hair and a haunted look in his piercing eyes.

“Can you move? Can you run?” The man demanded, looking around them, alert.

Toshinori was still coughing up water, but he saw that the chains around his ankles and hands had been cut, and his gags of course had been removed. He nodded as the man in black stood and helped Toshinori to his feet.

“Wait,” Toshinori croaked out, his throat raw. “There’s a woman…”

“The one from the harem?” The man asked. “My people already rescued her. She’s safe.”

It was only then that Toshinori noticed the guards strewn like lifeless dolls around the area. Had this man taken them all out on his own? One of them groaned and began stirring. The man in black motioned for Toshinori to follow him and then ran back toward the interior of the palace. Together, they wove through empty hallways and rooms Toshinori had never seen before, managing to stay out of sight. Clearly, the man was very familiar with the palace.

“Who are you?” Toshinori finally asked while they hid in a small room, waiting for some guards to pass.

“You can call me Aizawa. I was a so called ‘Chosen Man�� before you. Now I try to get people out when I can.”

Toshinori remembered Inko telling him about a former Chosen Man that she never saw break, who had disappeared. This must be him.

They snuck through a few more hallways before emerging from the back of the palace, through a small door that didn’t appear to see much use. Aizawa led Toshinori back to the crowded streets that had been his home all his life, then stopped and turned to face him.

“If you keep your head down and don’t make any trouble, they’ll probably never find you. Too many people here, too easy to blend in.”

Toshinori hesitated, then asked, “What will you do?”

“Keep trying to get people out of there,” Aizawa replied, as if that were the only logical answer.

“Can I join you?”

Aizawa stared at him. “What I do is dangerous. I risk being captured again every time I act. And the sultan probably has the most horrific punishment imaginable already planned for me. If that doesn’t scare you away, then you’re free to join me.”

Toshinori nodded. “Glad to be working with you. I’m Toshinori.”

Aizawa nodded back, and the two of them made their way through the streets, disappearing into the crowd.

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