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raijinden · 3 years ago

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hc.005 on the subject of ELECTRO VISION HOLDERS

the divine dominion of the electro archon has been, historically, spirits and eternity by the first and current archons respectively . and while both domains resonate strongly within baal, it is solely in her jurisdiction as god of eternity who receives the electro vision . of course, it’s noted that each archon gives their respective vision in a time of ‘ great perseverance ‘ or when they seek to rise up against some opposing force, but a person’s personality and the nature of their plight is what catches the eye of each individual god .

for the time that baal did find some worthy of the electro vision, there were in general two factors that would warrant the action: the person in question would exhibit qualities she found in the likeness of those who had accompanied her on her quest to eternity, or even rarer, those who she saw in her own likeness in the quest for eternity .

FISCHL

when baal looked upon young amy first, she admired the devotion to her role great ‘ princess of condemnation ‘, even young as she was-- it is well known that baal has ever had a soft spot for children and the dreams that they nurse into eternal goals, as was the case in princess fischl’s kingdom of eternal night . yet as she looked upon her the day of her fourteenth birthday, she did not see a nurturing of this dream, did not see people who would surround her and support her as baal herself had once had . no, they turned their noses to her, claimed her dream a thing of fantasy to be grown out of, and it angered her . and so it was that night that as rain pelted the glass of amy’s-- no the gracious princess fischl’s-- library, she would be bestowed a vision of electro gifted upon the wings of a great night raven . for who was princess fischl without her most regal and loyal subject-- the venerable king of all ravens, to assist her in the reign of her eternal kingdom of night .

RAZOR

it was in the depths of his despair when baal first looked upon the wolf - boy of mondstadt . there was a resonant feeling within her of course, that drew her imperious gaze to cut through the lightning - storm that befell that night, yet she found only the boy stolen away by the abyss mage . callous as it may seem, misfortune of this kind is not uncommon and every person who is befallen of misery should not be granted a vision, so why then should he ? yet her answer was found moments later-- feral wolves set upon them, that is what she believed . yet they did not snap at his heels, no they fought the mage, futile as it was, pulled the boy by his clothes to try and free him . and it was as the first one fell that she understood-- a great and terrible rage and sorrow welling up in the boy, in his cries not - unlike - howls . he sought no longer to be saved, but to protect, to keep them safe-- oh it was something she could understand . and so as his howl crested even over the storm, fulgur power would answer him, and beyond his own claws the spirit of not - quite - wolf and not - quite - man rose behind him to cleave apart his enemies . for his wish was to protect his ‘ lupical ‘ forever, and who was she to deny that ?

LISA

in lisa, baal did not feel a connection to her resonant of herself-- no not in the seemingly care - free way she conducted herself . no, it was that she was reminded of her companion of so many years, the kitsune saiguu . the kitsune saiguu was the wisest of her companions, wiser than baal herself she would freely admit, and oh so crafty . even as she would play otherwise, content to laze about in the sun with a pipe in her hand, blow smoke to baal’s face when she would steer a conversation toward business . but, when baal needed it most, she could count open the kitsune saiguu’s council to be of utmost importance . and there was wisdom in lisa she could see, where others of the sumeru academia would hoard it and snap at any that would dare to draw near, she was a guiding soul, and if she deigned them to be worthy, than she would impart on them knowledge . how then could she possibly say no to granting her a vision with the intent of ever discovering new knowledge ? how could she not bestow upon her the blessing of a rose crested with an electro will - o’ - the - wisp to light her way .

KEQING

baal was not the only god to look upon keqing very early on-- how could she be, when she would fearlessly claim of humanity’s need to be distanced from the very gods themselves . and to do so in the land of morax, eldest and wisest of the archons ? it was, long in the past when she would listen, a delight . to distance humanity from the reaches of archons, gods and celestia itself ? she was ever a tenacious one too, constantly throwing herself to her tasks, perfecting her skills -- were it not for the obvious lack of crowfeather ebon wings, she might have thought the girl descended of the tengu . but no, she was blessedly human with aspirations and a sight far reaching-- not unlike her dearest general of old . sasayuri too had eyes that looked ahead, ever in expectation of the eternity she was promised, and skill that was nigh unrivaled in combat . and so for keqing ? why shouldn��t she be given a means to further assert herself, to strive for ever higher heights and pull humanity with her into a light that is of her own making, and not of the gods’ . and for a warrior, as great as the spirits of old-- who else but herself, and the countless afterimages she made, to fight at her side .

BEIDOU

there are those in inazuma who curse the name of chiyo the tiger - biter for her treachery, for daring to shatter the naginata of the shogun between her teeth . those that laugh merrily when the story tells of her horn and arm sheared clean off for her traitorous attack . but baal remembers, many years past, of not treachery, but the very sword - arm of her reign of the beautiful and fierce oni battlemaiden that swore her fealty for eternity . and oh, how beidou did remind her of chiyo . it is so easy, when they both share the loyalty for those whom they sit beside as equals, for their fearlessness in combat, and for the willingness to go out of their way and help those that need it without seeking such lofty remuneration in turn . and so, as she watched for four days and four nights, as she would fight this beast so many hundred times bigger than she and never falter in her leadership, nor the confidence of her crew, she grew resolved . thus, when titans clashed and the great haishan’s head fell independent of its body and rained the fleet in blood as chiyo once stood, graceful even smeared in lifeblood of an army, it was in the applause of divine thunder that her vision would be granted in the form of twin thundering serpents, that all may remember who subjugated haishan .

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vesperlionheart · 4 years ago

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Lady of the Blackthorn Trees 3

Read it all on AO3 Birthday fic for @frostmarris! It’s finished, happy belated my dear. I hope you enjoy. :D

Part 3

Sasori sniffed, inhaling the dust and ink scent that seemed to hang heaviest in the corners of the store. It was a nice smell, one he associated with only happy memories.

“The Sage of the Six Paths was a hack, you know that right?” Sakura huffed, leaning over his shoulder. Sasori was proud at how he didn’t flinch at the new proximity.

“There is still something to be harvested from the minds of madness,” he quoted.

Sakura sighed dramatically and all but danced away, curling to the opposite side of the low shelves. “You’ve learned too much from me. I have nothing more to teach you,” she sighed.

“And yet you keep me around because you enjoy my company,” Sasori said.

“Maybe.” Sakura shrugged and then pulled a different tome off the shelves. “I think this would suit your style more.”

Sasori accepted the new tome and smirked at the the title. “It’s not subtle,” he huffed before passing the book back.

“You don’t want it?”

“Grand Mage Chiyo was my grandmother, I know more than the author.”

Sakura flipped the book open and turned it around to show off. “But wouldn’t it be interesting to entertain the perspective of someone who wasn’t her family? You were about to read about a stupid hack who stole all his work and knowledge from his mother.”

“I don’t want to know what the lover of my wrinkled, old, dead grandmother has to say about the art of puppetry.” Sasori looked up from the worn spines and frowned at the picture Sakura had stopped at. “And I feel it would only frustrate me to read too many mistruths concerning her legacy.”

“Does that mean you’re not finishing your puppets?” Sakura asked, sounding as casual as ever while Sasori knew better.

Sakura would be far too delighted to see him building more Kugutsu dolls. The first few he had constructed in her tower delighted her even after falling apart from the mess of interwoven enchantments. Without augmenting himself he would never be able to manipulate the dolls to the degree he desired.

It was frustrating to have to watch his work constantly fall apart in front of her. Even after five years in her tower under her tutelage, Sasori still feel far too inadequate to show off his weaknesses where she could see them.

He hadn’t been able to make perfect puppets since Orochimaru destroyed his ‘mother’ and ‘father’ dolls during the takeover. Even after growing and maturing, Sasori was frustrated about his regression in puppetry or the kugutsutsukai combat magic. It had once felt so natural to him, but now the magic steps fought him at every junction.

It just wasn’t worth the effort anymore, not when he was becoming such a proficient fire mage.

He tried not to think about the third shell that sat at the back of his study’s closet. The body was empty and bare, ready to be designed for his third attempt at a Kazekage model puppet.

“Well, it’s unfortunate that kugutsutsukai and puppetry are two areas where I am unable to assist you, as I have never been trained in the art form or tutored in its theories. I feel like there is little left for me to help you with,” Sakura sighed.

“You help me plenty,” he said.

“I take you places and tell you things you already know.”

“That’s not how I see our discussions.”

“It’s a bit intimidating how fast you picked things up. Five years in and you’re this proficient. It makes me wonder if I’m just that good of a teacher or were your previous instructors the reason for all that you’ve accomplished.”

Sasori smirked. “All I’ve accomplished. What have I done that’s worthy of such praise.”

“So many things.”

“Like what?” he pressed.

“You make the best breakfast out of anyone I know.”

He was caught between amusement and disappointment but, as was often the case with Sakura, ended up chuckling when he saw her face. It was almost unsettling how easily she swayed his dark heart to laughter.

But only her.

“How many other mages do you have cooking breakfast for you to judge me by?” he teased back.

“Not enough. I’m hungry now, so I’m going to go look for some pierogi in the market. Will you be much longer?” Sakura asked.

Sasori picked up the book on his grandmother and the other on the Sage of Six Paths, ignoring her knowing grin. “I’m already done here. Let’s pay and go together.”

It was the most natural thing in the world to come up alongside Sakura and guide her towards the front, where the counter waited for them. Sasori didn’t even notice it anymore when his hand found the small of her back and rested like a ghost there.

Sakura made seamless small talk with the book shop owner, inquiring about his family and the town itself while Sasori pulled out the money and counted it out. He was mindful to set aside enough money for a couple of marzipan pierogi-her favorite.

That’s when he noticed the black raven outside.

“Sakura, I wanted to run one more errand. Will you buy us our pastries and meet back our front?” Sasori asked, leaning in close to her ear and turning away from the raven to hide his lips.

Sakura felt the money Sasori tried pushing into her palm and pushed back. “I can pay for the both of us!” she huff. “Just tell me what you want.”

“It doesn’t matter. Get whatever you want.”

Sakura rolled her eyes. “Of course it matters. You want the cinnamon apple, I know you better than that. Don’t be long.”

Sakura took off first and Sasori collated the paper bag of his books and folded it under his arm, crinkling the protective paper before stepping out and heading a few shops south of where Sakura had turned.

The raven followed him.

“A year later and you’re still skulking in the shadows like a gargoyle.” Sasori stopped at the mouth of a natural alley between two homes. At the end of it Itachi was already human formed and brushing feathers off his shoulders.

“A year later and you’re still clinging to the cloak ends of her good graces,” Itachi smoothly retorted. He sounded as snooty and high born as ever. “At least I have a job.”

“What are you doing this time? I doubt Sakura could possibly be needed so soon after your last impromptu abduction.”

“Better than your silly shopping trips,” Itachi muttered before turning to glare at Sasori more directly. “Until how long do you plan to stay at her side? It’s about time you moved on. The Golden Sands are as far from here as they are vast.”

Sasori sneered. “You make it sound like I should want to return to that homely sandbox.”

“You’re a leech.”

“I’m also all but done with this conversation, so if you want to do something more than throw half baked and mediocre insults at my face, say something I haven’t heard before.”

“You should move on before someone moves you,” Itachi said, dark eyes flashing red in the dark where he stood. “Realize what’s good for you and for her.”

“I don’t think I will.”

Itachi drew back his shoulders and his entire frame rippled with passive magic as he glared at the redhead. The action wasn’t unfamiliar, the Uchiha was channeling subtle magic into his eyes in a n attempt to intimidate. Sasori brushed off the action and fixed Itachi with an unimpressed look, above such base cantrips.

“You don’t think you have enemies that wouldn’t love to see you suffer and all your near ones too?” Itachi taunted.

There was a new undertone of assuredness to Itachi words that unsettled Sasori. “You know nothing.”

“Do I, Sasori of the Red Sands?”

The title was one from his princely days, back when he was heir to the falcon throne under his grandfather Ebizo. All who would one day sit upon the throne and wear the headless of their king took up a title to replace their last name. The royals had no simple last names, but earned their titles through conquest or action. The red sands were a testimony to all Sasori had warred for and bled for.

Plenty of people had once known his title back home, but on this strange new continent he was nothing more than a bum and a vagrant someone picked up off the street. How did Itachi know anything?

“You’re speaking of useless things now,” Sasori said. He wished he was back in the bookshop with Sakura, or in line to buy food. He didn’t need a title or a throne, he just…needed her.

“Don’t bring her into your messes thinking you can use her to our own ends. Our council will take a very dim look on things if Sakura dares to meddle in foreign affairs without the empire’s approval. I would not take it well if Sakura’s prospects or reputation suffered because of you.”

“I have no intention of allowing that to happen. I’ve cut ties with my old homeland.”

“But has it cut ties with you?”

Sasori growled lowly. “I’m done with you, retched corvid. Leave before Sakura returns and sees you in all your disgrace.”

“Leave her.”

“I refuse.”

Itachi’s eyes flashed a brilliant red, brighter than fire and thicker than blood. “I won’t let you be if this tarnishes her. Take my advice and move on before that happens.”

Sasori didn’t respond, nor did he flinch as Itachi dissolved into raven feathers.

Sakura awoke suddenly, tasing blood on her tongue and damp from a cold sweat. She had bitten through her tongue in her sleep and needed to heal it again. With practiced ease, she calmed her breathing and centered her focus on something to help ground her in the moment.

It was just a nightmare.

Sakura spit out the blood from her mouth and then sat up the rest of the way, realizing she had passed out again in the observatory. She was setting a bad example for Sasori. The huge ass telescope was for studying the stars, not getting drunk and passing out under.

When she moved to stand up her fingers brushed against the letter and crinkled its edge. With a groan she pulled it up to straighten out and reread. A drunk night and some nightmares hadn’t helped with the weight of her developing situation.

Half a century ago she had grown her tower and accepted subjection to the emperor because it was the easiest thing to do. She was world weary and wanted a subdued life after all the damn war and loss. With the right negotiations she could have that within the empire, the only downside to such an arrangement was being necessarily summoned for the random magical puzzle or problem she was contractually obligated to see to. For years it had never been an issue, until the second clause of her obligations was invoked.

“What do they think they’re going to win with this war? Those lands would be useless to anyone other than the tribes.” Sakura tossed the letter aside. “This dynasty is a mess. It might be time to cut and run.”

It wouldn’t be the first time she had uprooted herself and fled across the continent to somewhere just as fast and far. Did Sasori know that her teacher after Tsunade was Chiyo? It had been a long time since she left Chiyo’s tutelage to return to Tsunade’s ancestral lands, but maybe it was time for a change of space.

Alternatively, she could go to somewhere new. There were far flung islands that were barely explored or cultivated. Maybe it would be fun to live on an island with dragon eating creatures for a spell. It would be exciting at the very least, but Sasori would probably miss his book shops.

Sakura stood and then paused as the thought echoed in her mind.

Sasori

Since when did she include him in thinking about her big life changes and decisions? Consciously she could admit that life was better with him around. He made her happy and kept her from being too bored. With his conversations every weekend she felt a little more alive and all their outings to markets and cities had been…the best…oh Sakura turned soft in her thoughts as an uncomfortable truth surfaced.

She liked Sasori. She wasn’t prepared to live her life without him and she wasn’t prepared to suffer through another war with him.

Oh no!

Sakura rubbed at her face and began to pace back and forth in front of the telescope. This was going to get her in trouble, this was such a bad idea. Did he know she liked him? Did he suspect? Is that why he had teased her and asked for a kiss? They lived together so many he noticed before she did-wait!

They lived together- and this was her house!

Yeah joked about being a ‘kept’ man or a giggle or whatever it was called these days, but she didn’t want him to feel unbalanced in this. She was plenty older and stronger, but he had phased into adulthood long ago, so the disparity in their ages wasn’t anything a magic user would look twice at. Plus he was sassy and confident enough around her to likely consider her more an advanced colleague than a teacher since this last year.

Sakura stopped pacing and summoned a decanter of something strong to help her wake up. In place of bourbon or rum the glass was filled with something dark and static. She drank it down and groaned at the taste but finished it off for her own good.

This stupid letter had unsettled her too much and she was worrying over silly things. She didn’t need to unravel herself on her own. It was better to address these feelings, thoughts with him like it was just one more of their weekend conversations.

Where was he?

Right away she knew he wasn’t in her tower, so that meant he was either out running errands or in the grove with the blackthorn trees. If he was out shopping he would have tried to tell her, but since she decided to get plastered on her own with the mail she couldn’t rule out an impromptu shopping trip outside of the property. She almost regretted warding him against potential trackers and scrying eyes. She’d need to reword his wards so that she could find him when she needed to. It was disheartening to realize she was alone in the tower and would have to wait for his return.

This might be better, actually. Maybe she should just wait for him to come back. She could use the time to work on options for where she could go next.

Sakura instead went to take a long and papering bath. Her invisible servants brushed out her long hair and rubbed her skin with sweet oils until she glistened like a polished stone. Then she opened up the doors to her wardrobe room and paused the different rows of favorite dresses. She fingered a lovely lilac dress with a full skirt before her fingers wandered to one of her favorite ‘blooming’ gowns.

The invisible servants dressed her in the skirts first before unrolling the bodice section up and over her breasts. Unlike other dresses, the upper portion that was meant to cover her chest was composed almost entirely of lace and enchanted flowers, complements with a handful of beaded dragonflies, hidden underneath the petals. Most of the dress was a mature blue green, dark with hints of slate gray to complement the blush pink flowers.

“And will you spend a little longer on my hair today?” Sakura asked, watching herself in the mirror be dressed. “Nothing extravagant, just enough to be nicer than usual.”

She hated to admit it, but Sakura always felt a little better when she bothered to spare extra time papering herself. A nice bath and a pretty dress were just the things she needed.

It was also a great way to kill time.

Her servants finished and Sakura checked the time, realizing more than two hours had passed and there was still no sign of Sasori reentering the tower. That was disheartening. She finally had enough sense to figure out what she wanted to say. Maybe he was in the grove. It would be easy to search since it was nearby.

She stepped into her wold walking heels and turned towards he grove, taking a single step before the world went from blurring to stark white.

All the trees were in full bloom and weeping from an overabundance of blooms.

“Sasori!” she screamed, running through the blackthorn trees. Sakura could still feel his magic somewhere but it wasn’t the only magic she could distinguish. Someone else had made it into her grove while Sasori had been there.

There was so much white it was hard to see through. The fallen petals had made a thick carpet on the ground she had to stand atop of. She ran and searched, but the grove was empty.

Where?

Before she could keep from panicking Sakura screamed and the trees started to crackle with her magic, infighting and burning one by one until ever white and fluttering bloom was more like a falling star than a flower.

How could this have happened? What happened? Where was Sasori?

At least his cousins were still safe. His first fear upon realizing where he was had been for their safety. Apart from their wellbeing he was less concerned about the other consequences to his capture.

It just sucked this had to all happen after her found something to live for.

“It’s a generous gift,” Orochimaru hissed while standing next to Pein on the outside of the cell doors. “You said this was from the new initiate? How delightful.”

“I see no reason to reject the application of such an accomplished individual. Even if they are a continent away it would help to have someone we could reach out to for such rare occasions,” Pein said.

A dozen years ago Pein had barely been able to control one of his cadaver bodies from the remote shell Chiyo had constructed for him, but now it looked like he was getting along just fine with Orochimaru’s help.

From behind Pein Itachi Uchiha emerged, wearing their signature red and black colors. He said something in a quieter voice that Sasori couldn’t overhear before bowing out.

“I should have known,” Sasori hissed, still tasting the Uchiha’s magic when he spit blood.

“You shouldn’t have been bad, little prince,” Orochimaru mocked. “Your parents always used to say your fat mouth would get you in trouble one day, didn’t they? I can’ scarcely believe they’d appreciate it today if they heard how you only managed to make enemies an ocean away.”

Orochimaru talking about the deceased first prince and princess who were also Sasori’s mother was only something to rile him up. He refused to let Orochimaru get a reaction out of him.

“That’s enough, you talk too much,” Pein chastised. “He’s what you need for the inheritance. Do what you need to do.”

The snake faced fellow dropped his leering and instead leaned towards the bars and poured out magic into a spell that hit Sasori like a wave, knocking him back, ass over ankles.

“Ugh, the brat prince had too many enchantments on him. Some of those protective charms will take a few days to break.”

“You don’t have a few days,” Pein snapped. “Now.”

“Would you like to help?”

When Pein didn’t reply Orochimaru muttered under his breath and went back to rubbing off the magical enchantments and protective spells that kept Sasori safe. Until those were gone neither man could kill him the way they wanted to.

Sasori braced against each wave, suffering blow after blow and feeling every loss as it went. Sakura’s anti scry spell, her enchantment against blades, his ancestral fire resistance, all of it was getting stripped layer by layer.

If only had hadn’t been so stupid. Chasing down Itachi when he caught sight of the raven spying obnoxiously from just beyond the barrier’s reach couldn’t have looked more like a trap. Itachi knew Sakura was sleeping or out of it, so his intentions couldn’t have been good. But Sasori hadn’t been in the mood to ‘be good.’ Itachi had been pissing him off since day one. Even now, Sasori wanted to punch his smug little face in and then burn the remains. The guy was such an entitled asshole. He had known Sakura for nearly a decade and they were still only friends. Itachi should have given up and admitted defeat and left Sasori alone with Sakura.

He had been happy.

The realization of all he had loss hit harder than Orochimaru’s magic and he set his jaw against the nausea. His head hurt and his knees buckled when he tried to stand. He was being stripped of his power now, something that would hurt far more than the removal of a few hexes.

“What now?” Pein snapped in irritation.

Sasori looked up through his lashes to see someone new had entered the room and was interrupting. Orochimaru had even paused, looking tired and winded, to listen to whatever it was the Zetsu clone was saying.

Pein dismissed the clone, melting him into a pile of white ooze to sink in between the floor tiles and out of sight. In that moment of lapsing Sasori felt no more drain on his magic. Orochimaru was also distracted but hadn’t bothered to reinforce the cell-that hex had been left to expire once the draining process began.

It was an opportunity and Sasori wasn’t about to let it go.

He rolled onto his feet and took a single, flickering step the way Sakura had shown him to do without his spell books. Like mist-he was there and then he wasn’t. There were shouts in the previous room as Sasori emerged in the main hall outside the prison cells. It was too familiar not too spur him into a dead sprint towards the main audience chambers.

There was shouting behind him and he turned sharply, knowing all he could do without his spell books was rudimentary cantrips, but he did what he could to throw the sound of him screaming and running in the opposite direction.

He heard Kakuzu and Hidan arguing far off and looked up into the sky once he exited into the outer halls, fearing the shadow of one of Deidara’s clay birds. He had once thought himself a partner to the artist, but they were now his enemies and he knew better than to get caught a second time.

There was a teleportation circle in the main hall as well as several in the gate quarters where dignitaries were to be received. Gate quarters were the best place to be, but they were on the opposite side of the palace and no one apart from the royal family knew about the camouflaged seal behind the thrones in the main hall. It was a cleverly disguised family secret they had kept for generations.

He just needed to-

The floor exploded behind him and he went sailing through the air, rolling across the stone and debris as smoke trailed ever upwards, betraying his position. Overhead Deidara swooped with more bombs ready.

“Little bitch-ass snitch,” Sasori hissed, digging his hands into the mess and grabbing onto loose stone. It was burn so that would have to do. He bit his thumb and bled over the material before invoking the spell, relying on one he could remember without the spell book. It was so much harder without his medium, but he felt the magic catch and a pillar of fire erupted, striking Deidara’s bird. The damage upon contact wasn’t sever, but the clay bird was full of explosives so-

BOOM

The whole palace shook as the sky erupted in combustive fire. It made Sasori stagger and trip. His ears were ringing and he swore he felt blood from one of them.

He picked himself up, gasping for new air, and limped towards the main reception chambers. He just needed to get to the Falcon throne.

But Orochimaru was already there, waiting in front of the throne on the raised dias with a knowing smirk.

“I wasn’t done with you yet,” he hissed before a snake shot out of his mouth for Sasori. He dodge the fangs and rolled away, but choked and staggered when trying to stand. He was still dizzy and fighting was making him sick.

“I’ll bother to make it less painful since you took out one of the others in such a believable way. That’s one less trash article for me to have to take care of later on,” Orochimaru said.

Sasori noticed the other man’s hands were red and dripping, thick with blood. Was it a coup within a coup? Did it even matter if he was going to die?

“I hope you fucking choke,” Sasori coughed into the stone floor, inhaling through wet lungs.

Orochimaru laughed and it was a sound loud enough to fill the whole room. It bounced off the far walls and echoed far beyond.

Kakuzu showed up in the back and was content to lean against one of the far pillars and watch while he cleaned his red and bloody blades. From the sounds of it, Hidan had been put out of commission and maybe even the other members, like Pein’s wife Konan, had also been killed. Kakuzu looked rough enough to look like he had just come from a fight that actually made him sweat. Beside Kakuzu Itachi and another member, the blue one called Kisame, approached.

When Sasori looked for it he saw the small audience of disciples and allies Orochimaru had filled the palace with. There were old servants and house guards too, some who had served his mother and father before him. They were all watching him now, like a crowd outside an execution.

Sasori almost dropped his head, sick at the thought of his people watching him being slaughtered so theatrically. The refraction of colored light off a dragonfly’s wing made him hesitate. There was one perched on the nearest pillar, colorful enough on its own without the additional good crystal growth down its body.

“Sakura?”

The room rippled with new power but instead of quarts and crystals, the floor split open for the rapid growth of a handful of angry, twisted blackthorn trees. Unlike the ones in the grove, these were towering and sparkly planted, so that their branches could reach without feat of touching.

None of them bloomed, but the one in the center of the room swelled wider than the others. Its interior filled with light, throwing shadows out of the growth inside before a vertical scar bisected the front of the tree. Crystal growth filled the wound before the tree shuddered and groaned, almost bending backwards as the scar opened. Two delicate hands pulled the crystal edges back and Sasori could have sworn he was dreaming when Sakura emerged.

Kakuzu didn’t hesitate but moved when Orochimar ordered him to and it was a simple thing to watch how his body became pierced with the blackthorn tree that grew out of him. All the different parts on his body where his secondary, and tertiary hearts were hidden all bled freely, but Sakura’s magic was no so forgiving as to kill him there. Kakuzu gurgled and struggled on the tree before it slowly began to pull him apart.

“Burn them down!” Orochimaru roared, raising up his own magic to incinerate the room.

Fire flared up from multiple mages as well as himself, but none of the trees burned and the crystals that grew along their edges only seemed to expand with the use of magic against them.

Sakura stepped out of the swollen tree and onto the pink quartz platform waiting for her. The sound of her heels on a smooth surface tickled the base of Sasori’s brain stem, delighting him to almost inhuman levels.

“What is this?” Orochimaru hissed. “Who are you? Did Konan send you?”

Sakura brushed off a stray petal from her shoulder and glanced around the room, ignoring Orochimaru and his fire mages. She glared at the place where Itachi had once stood, recognizing the traces of his magical presence.

Sasori could see from where he lay on the ground how powerful she looked, dressed in splendor and adorned with a halo of pearlescent olive branches that gradely reflected the light. She looked far more suited to a throne than anyone he had ever seen.

Apart from Orochimaru who stood next to the thrones and Kakuzu, there was one last swordsman member of the Akatsuki left in the room. When Sakura looked his way he laughed and backed away.

“I’m not touching this. You’re on your own, snake man. I don’t get paid enough to die.”

“You coward,” he roared at Kisame. “Come back here and finish the job!”

“Sire,” one of the mages hissed, trembling where she stood at the bottom of the dais. “What is it?”

“It’s human enough to die, kill it with necrotic damage.”

Sakura didn’t speak and she didn’t give them a chance to attune but cast through her trees and severed the hands of every mage who gathered magic to follow their leader’s orders. The room filled with hailing and the trees began to bloom red and pink blossoms with the new blood. Several tried to run but ended up like Kakuzu, impaled on a blackthorn sapling that was growing up through their body.

“What do you want?” Orochimaru asked, shouting out with necrotic magic already gathered in his hands.

“Only what is mine,” she said before lifting both hands and channeling magic there.

Orochimaru struck first and his magic turned her arms black, before the disease peeled and fell off her form in immunity. Sakura’s magic manifested into a single point and then with her forefinger she pointed at Orochimaru’s chest. Before either could see or know what she was going to do, the hole was there and the damage was done. A beam of death had struck him dead on, faster than the eye could track.

Slowly, the hole began to grow, eating more and more of Oroachimaru’s body, even as he howled in pain and tried to counter it with his many spells. Sakura’s trees only bloomed brighter with more pink and red flowers.

Sakura approached the soon to be corpse of Orochimaru and lifted her skirts to step over him atop the throne’s platform. Her heel came down hard on one of his arms and he screamed when it broke off, crumbling to dust.

“You stole from me what was mine, what did you think would happen?” Sakura said.

Before he could answer she lifted her hand and his head splattered against the far wall as a stain.

There was moaning and cries in the room from some of the mages who lost their hands but none of them approached Sakura or made an effort to confront her. One had already bled out and was breathing his last breaths while another sobbed openly about their life being over.

It would have been merciful, maybe even just, to leave them with their wounds and their lives, but Sakura stopped in her steps when she saw Sasori. He was watching her from on his side on the ground. There was still blood from his ear on his face and soot staining his hands. When he managed a weak smile for her Sakura felt her heart break. The moaning behind her abruptly cut off as each mage fell dead, bleeding out to turn the pink blooms red.

“You came for me,” Sasori chuckled, too mesmerized at the sight of her.

“Hush and stay still. I’m going to heal you now,” she said, kneeling down at his side to address not only his ruptured eardrum but also the many broken ribs and bones he had suffered from the explosion earlier.

“You’re very pretty.”

“You need to stop talking,” Sakura said. She focused, trying not to think about his words or how warm they made her. She felt like her stomach was filled with dragonflies.

“You’re always saving me.”

“Don’t exaggerate.”

“Even when you’re not killing people to free me you’re always saving me. Saving me, cause now I want to live.”

“Everyone wants to live.”

“I didn’t,” Sasori said. He blinked hard, hearing with his repaired eardrum now that Sakura was finished there. ��I didn’t want to live before you.”

“You don’t…” Sakura closed her eyes and hiked her shoulders. “Just, let me heal you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Sakura sputtered. “Sasori!”

Even broken and bleeding Sasori reached up and cupped the back of her skull and pulled her close enough to share her breath with his. “Please.”

She didn’t answer but she leaned in and took his lips first while all around them the quartz crystals glowed with a rainbow of colors as the blackthorn trees bloomed and shed their petals for a drizzle of pinks and red to obscure them from the outside world.

#SasoSaku #Sasori #Sakura #fic #fanfiction #my writing #gore warning #death warning for bad guys #no beta we die like men #I'm so tired #it is finished!

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tsukoyomi-fumikage · 4 years ago

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Injured (Teachers)

S/EraserMic S/SnipePlasm (If that’s even a ship?)

Prompt - Aizawa and Snipe finally understand the term ‘We’re fucked’.

IMPORTANT NOTES - Snipe’s name I have given him - Sogeki Shotto, meaning Snipe-Shot. I think it sounds good, just not too well for translation. I'm sorry, I couldn't find his real name.

Aizawa slid along the floor, eyes red and sore under his goggles as he dodged yet another attack from the hardening-quirk user. Everything hurt, he'd concluded as his feet touched the ground, shoulders and hair slumping momentarily as he stopped using his quirk to rest, managing to jump out of the way of a flying fist even with his eyes closed. Snipe, another teacher from UA, was opposite the villain, and as Shota disappeared into the shadows momentarily, he listened as gunshots rang through the air, ripping it in half and sending waves of sound into the forest around them. They should have known that a metal-quirk user would be no match for someone with a gun - Snipe couldn't do anything at the minute, and was in serious trouble without him.

The cowboy was grunting as he swerved and dodged the mans oncoming fists - Aizawa risked opening his eyes momentarily to watch the fight, wincing as the much smaller man was knocked off of his feet and slammed into the ground. It reminded him so much of USJ - Snipe had been one of the first heroes on scene, and had saved the lives of Jiro, Kaminari, Yaoyorozu and Midoriya, and yet here he was, mask partly smashed and hair matted with blood as he was thrown against a tree, landing roughly on his hands and knees, coughing wetly before glancing back up at the villain.

"Where's your friend gone?" His boots dragged through the dusty ground, kicking soot up at his most likely bruised face. Snipe only coughed more, but shakily tried to grab his gun, only to be grabbed by his hair and slammed face first into the floor in response, his hat long forgotten on the dirt. "He had an amazing quirk you know - you, however, are nothing compared to me."

Finally having rest enough to attack again, he leapt forward from his hiding spot, finding himself on the mans back, canceling out his quirk instantly. The villain growled under him, whirring around, Shota trying to stay on like he was at some form of rodeo, clenching his fists tightly in the man's hair, pulling at it: it wasn't exactly a hero move, but Shota couldn't really care less. Suddenly, big hands grabbed his wrists, and he was flung over the mans head, whooshing through the air before coming to land shoulder first into a tree. Pain shot up his arm, and he hissed sharply, throwing his head back in agony as it continued growing sharper and sharper. However, he still had a mission to do. "You asshole!" The villain roared, stomping towards him angrily.

Looking up, he used his quirk again to quell the man's own. "Shotto, now!" He didn't know if the younger teacher was even awake at the minute, but his theory of him being so was quickly shown to be true when the villain stopped moving, gave a choked cry, and fell to the ground, lifeless, a bullet lodged deep inside his forehead. Slumping to the ground, he panted harshly. "We weren't the best heroes for this." He commented quietly, trying to ignore the white-hot pain in his limb. "Were we, Sogeki?"

A soft laugh burst through the tense air, followed by a groan of pain. "Yeah, definitely. Wonder if this is what that Tetsutetsu guy is gonna be like from class 1B. I would hate to fight him."

"You and me both." Aizawa began to feel uncomfortable as his shoulder began to warm up, as if having a fever of its own. Looking down at it, he raised the clothing to find that his shoulder joint was sticking out of where it was supposed to be, pressed tightly against his flesh, as if almost trying to escape. Bile rose up into his mouth, but he suppressed it, swallowing harshly. "Are you good?"

Snipe sighed, and the rustling of leaves indicated that he was getting up. "I think I've got a concussion and probably some broken ribs, but I'm all good." Aizawa looked over at the blue, now redish, haired male, who was clutching at his chest, making his way slowly over to the other hero. "How are you? Trees are pretty solid last time I checked."

"Think I've dislocated my shoulder pretty badly." Even with the pain, he could clearly see how the smaller was moving, was not liking how Snipe stumbled trying to get to him. "And maybe done something to my back. Sit, Shotto-" The smaller looked like he didn't want to listen, but he followed instructions since he was superior being the older male. "-You shouldn't try to walk, I think that concussion is pretty bad."

Huffing, the man removed his mask, placing it onto the floor. His face was bruising up, brown eyes reflectively watering from the punches, nose dripping blood that he raised a hand to swipe at. "Do you think you can relocate your arm?"

Aizawa grimaced. "I'll get Toshinori or another hero to help me once they get here. Honestly-" He huffed out a dry laugh. "-They're so slow compared to us."

"Well they aren't assassin heroes." Snipe snorted, then winced as his nose began to bleed more. "They should be here soon anyway."

"Shotto, Shota, are you guys okay?" It was Ectoplam's metallic voice that awoke the pair from their slight dazes. Aizawa looked up at the pro, and narrowed his eyes as his shoulder pulled, joints threatening to burst from reddened skin.

Snipe grinded his teeth awkwardly - it was one of the few times they ever got to see his face, so he wasn't used to expressing his emotions for others to see. "We're good." He said slowly, running a hand through his stained red hair. "Aizawa's shoulder needs relocating though."

As if the Gods had heard his words, Toshinori, as All Might of course, burst through the undergrowth, huffing, followed closely by Present Mic and Vlad King. "Holy shit dude!" Hizashi squeaked, noticing the blood of both his friends and the victim on the floor. "You guys took one hell of a beating."

Ectoplasm crouched down, digging his hands under Shotto's armpits before dragging him up so he was standing. A hiss escaped his cracked lips, and brown eyes found black as the cowboy looked back at Aizawa. "You gonna be alright, partner?"

Eraser smiled. "I'm good, go with Ectoplasm now, Snipe." He wanted as little people as possible to listen to him as he got his shoulder relocated: Cause he know's its going to hurt. Watching as Vlad and Ectoplasm secured the smaller hero between them, helping to walk him away and back into the forest, he let out a sigh.

Now. Here it goes.

All Might quickly understood what he had to do, and knelt down reaching out his warm, large hands to maneuver the much smaller hero down onto the floor, head in Yamada's waiting lap. Long fingers stroked through his hair, and Aizawa felt the number one hero take hold of his shoulder. "Do you want me to countdown?"

He grit his teeth. "No."

The raven-haired hero didn't get a response, so he focused on his breathing and keeping his face pressed into the crook of Hizashi's lap. The hands tightened, and his joints began to protest. Aizawa tried hard to bite back the cries, but soon he was sobbing openly as it was brought upwards, getting ready to sharply align the joint with it's socket. "It's alright." Hizashi sounded pained himself as he listened to the whimpers below him. "Almost done."

All Might brought his arm across to his other shoulder around his back. After pressing his fingers to his neck, a loud pop was heard, and a rush of relief flooded through his veins. Obviously, it still hurt like an actual bitch, but the discomfort was gone, and he twitched his fingers momentarily, but soon enough his eyes closed, voices around him muffling before he fell unconscious, slumped against a fretting Hizashi.

"You may be the dumbest teacher I've ever met." Recovery Girl scolded softly as she dabbed at Snipe's head wounds, gaining a soft hiss from the man. Ectoplasm and Vlad were seated a few metres away from the gurney, wide smiles on their faces as the cowboy was treated. The small woman turned to face them. "Don't think you're getting off so easily!"

They both flinched back, and Sogeki let out a choked laugh. "I'm sorry, Shuzenji-san. We didn't know what his quirk was, it was quite the surprise bursting through the bushes to find a metal man waiting for you." He limply gestured to his guns, laying holstered on a nearby chair with his damaged mask besides them. "I'm not exactly the best at metal-quirk combat."

Snipe swore the woman was looking older as the minutes ticked by. She had watched them all grow up, of course she'd feel like an overprotective mother towards them. Chiyo Shuzenji would never change - not till she died, and Shotto loved her for that. "Just be more careful next time."

Ectoplasm shifted in his seat. "Does he need to stay the night?"

"Yes." She rubbed a cloth through his hair, taking away most of the blood before reaching back for some bandages. "I'm not liking that concussion at all."

Snipe sighed in annoyance, but leaned back into the bed when she finished. Ectoplasm got up and thanked the woman as she went to go find and drag Aizawa to a bed. "You really got a number done on yourself." The tooth-faced grin wasn't something many were used to, but Snipe couldn't help but smile back at it.

"You should see Aizawa-Chan."

Eraser panted harshly as he was laid on the bed, curling up onto one side, blinking hazily out of his eyes. He could hear voices, multiple ones, talking, muttering, 'Is he alright?', 'Dislocated shoulder', 'pain medication?'.

A hand found it's way into his hair, tangling their fingers within the locks, grounding him. His arm was grabbed by the elbow, and Aizawa momentarily wondered what the people surrounding him thought of his scarred wound from Shigaraki before pain took over as his shoulder was jolted around.

"You could of at least done it properly!" That was Recovery girl, hissing out her frustrations at someone. A small 'thwack' was heard, and he chalked it up to her hitting said someone over the head. "His arm is more damaged now because you tried to relocate it."

"It wasn't my fault!" Wow, for the number one hero, he sure did sound scared of the tiny graying woman. "He told me to do it!"

A very, very long drawn out sigh emitted from the nurse. She did not sound happy. "Yes, Toshinori, and what happens when someone is in a lot of pain and wants it to go away? They don't think clearly."

Aizawa huffed, looking over his shoulder from where he lay to glare hazy daggers at the group of people, minus Yamada, who was still stroking his hair, looking mortified. "I'm still in said pain." As soon as the words left his lips, a needle was slid into the crook of his elbow, and Chiyo quickly connected it to a machine, slowly pumping in what looked to be morphine. "Thanks." His vision was getting hazy again as the drugs took over, and he let his head rest comfortably against the soft white pillows.

"No worries, you problem child."

#bnha snipe #bnha aizawa #bnha shota aizawa #bnha ectoplasm #bnha vlad king #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #bnha recovery girl #bnha present mic #bnha all might #bnha hurt/comfort

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dr-passionate-production · 4 years ago

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4 am.

An absolutely disgusting hour. No man, animal nor demon should be awake at such an early but also equally late time.

The roaring of the bus engine was the only thing keeping the teens alive at such an ungodly hour — that and their sleep-deprived yawns. A half-assed line was formed at the door with the class president standing in front. Her eyes were bloodshot, constantly blinking away the slight irriation that made her eyes water. She was dressed in the most casual one would ever see her, a simple plain white t-shirt with her family’s store logo slapped onto it and a pair of black slacks.

In her hands was a clipboard with the attendence sheet lazily stuck onto it. A few names were marked off, the ones you would expect to make it on time or a little bit earlier — Yuka, Katuski and Chiyo. All three were aboard, the first kept herself busy with videos of people playing shogi and other varients of chess while the couple was fast asleep towards the back. The few standing in line were eager to do the same.

“Tokuma-kun. Himura—.. Himura-chan,” Mayako mumbled, allowing the two inside. Greetings were unnecessary and unwanted at this point by the prosecutor. They looked just as tired as her—if not more— but for completely different reasons. Because of their rather suddenly planned trip, the socialite was forced into hyperdrive to get his work done. His decently sorted out schedule was smashed into a few nights—leaving him with little to no time for rest. The wife, however, had gotten plenty of sleep, really. She such a strict sleep schedule that her body would hardly allow any sort of defiance. So when she was forced to wake up, it was easy to guess that her body wasn’t happy about that.

Fujio offered her a weak smile before escorting his friend into the travel bus.

They’d be going to sleep, Mayako thought to herself.

Those to follow were the cheerleader, the tactician, the weightlifter and the theme park actor. After Mantaro was accounted for, he was kind enough as to put everyone’s luggage in the back. It was the plan whether or not he asked but it helped that he offered anyway. The latter of the four more pissed than he was tired. If it wasn’t for the asshole that was Sato Einosuke, he would be semi-dead in his comfortable bed at the moment. He wouldn’t have to hear his sister groan and complain about how early it was and sure as hell didn’t have to worry about listening to his boss cry into his ear before being given the next two weeks off. So, it was a lovely start for him.

“Well aren’t you the belle of the ball.” And speaking of said asshole.

“I’m guessing someone didn’t get much sleep last night,” the raven-haired male hummed. He approached the girl with his usual smug grin. He was dressed as sharp as ever, his attitude as laxed as one could be this late.

“Sato.” She ran a line through his name. “Please hurry in, you’re going to hold up the queue.”

Looking behind him, there were two other people, Kenji and Ren. Ren was poking and pinching at the boy in front of her, chuckling at his pained reactions.

“They can wait.”

“But I can’t,” she stated, staring blankly into his eyes.

Sensing her general doneness with his teasing, the informant shrugged and stepped inside. She wasn’t going to be feeding into his little games this trip. If anything, she’d be trying to avoid ever coming in contact with him for the entire week. All messages and calls would be blocked and any activity she thought he was going to attend, she would be passing.

Relax.. This was supposed to be a fun trip.. She had to remind herself. She couldn’t let him ruin this for her. Or for anyone here.

“Morning, Inoue-san. Hanabi-san..”

#post #class post #long post

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applepiry · 4 years ago

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Hibiki’s BackStory Part 1

Anything in BOLD TEXT is Hibiki’s special phone speaker’s voice speaking. It is a mechanical made voice, but it is from a data bank of Hibiki’s speech he’s put into it so it does have his mannerisms in speech! It also does sound a bit like his actual voice, just at a decent speaking volume.

This is the first part of Hibiki’s first day at UA in first year! It also tells the story of his history, and how he came to be in Recovery Girl’s care.

TW for: Death and Bullying

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Age 4…

“Reiki… you feel really warm…” the small raven haired boy said, whimpering as he touched his baby sisters forehead.

Four year old Hibiki had been left all alone, with his infant sister. His father was supposed to be watching them as their mother was on the night shift at the hospital but had stepped out to get things from the store. The boy knew he could use his singing to do a few different things, but he wanted to be able to heal his sister. His mother was a healer, and it was all he had ever wanted.

His sister’s small cries made him whimper, and he thought of the song his mother had sung to him, hoping and begging it would work. He started out humming to get the melody, before taking a deep breath and singing as best as he could. His sister began to glow, her cries subsiding as the discomfort of the fever disappeared. Her large eyes fluttered as she yawned and settled down as Hibiki stopped singing, taking a deep breath when he was done.

Hibiki smiled wide, feeling that her fever was gone and considering she was now sleeping, must not have been in any pain. The small boy began crying out of happiness, so glad he was going to be able to take care of his sister. She would never have to be in any pain, as long as he was around.

Age 7…

Smack! Whack!

Hibiki was on the ground, getting kicked and punched by a group of boys from his elementary school. The current beating he was received after he had refused to do the other kids homework. He was the smallest in his grade, and it was easy to pick on someone who didn’t have a physical quirk. Plus, Hibiki had sworn never to use his quirk to hurt anybody. He could heal with it, and that was all he would do with it. He was just going to have to get better at avoiding others.

When the others left, bored by the lack of reaction Hibiki had, he sat up and wiped the blood from his face with a red colored handkerchief. Sighing, he got up and looked down at himself, grimacing at all the bruises as he checked himself over. While he could heal others, he could not heal himself. He’d have to tell his mother, or let these heal on their own.

Wondering towards home, he was slow and careful not to catch any attention. However, a boy with blond hair had come running up to him and tried to see how he was doing. Hibiki didn’t remember much about this boy, as he had insisted he was fine and ended up running all the way home, even through the pain.

Walking through the door, he was tackled right away by his sister, a now four year old Reiki with bright red eyes looking up at him.

“Nii-san!” she said, her loud pitch making his ears ring, causing him to gently push her back.

“Reiki, be careful,” he said with a soft whine, rubbing his ears.

“Oh, sorry,” she said with a small pout. Her quirk had showed up and was similar to their fathers, only hers depended on her pitch of voice to use it to manipulate things.

“Just remember to watch your pitch, okay?” he told her with a gentle voice. He slipped around her and headed to his room, trying to avoid his parents. He didn’t see either of them as he ran past the living room and kitchen, making it to his room right as he heard his father call for him. He closed the door quickly, and would lie and say he didn’t hear him if he asked. Hibiki quickly got to work cleaning himself off and making sure all his wounds won’t be visible. He hated lying to his parents, they were so nice, but he really didn’t want them to get involved with the bullying. They would only worry...

Age 15… Beginning of February

“Hibiki, you’ll be switching high schools,” his mother's voice came as a surprise as he stood outside his room, about to go in before she had stopped him.

“What?” he said, shocked. He was going to a decent middle school right now, close to home, and doing well in it, and had picked the neighboring high school to continue being close to home. Why was she suddenly saying such things?

“You got a recommendation to UA High!” she told him.

“What?” he repeated, still not sure what was going on. Had he even applied? No, he hadn’t. He had never even thought of going to UA.

“Yes, remember my superior I told you about? Who works there? Well, anyway, I mentioned you have a quirk capable of healing, like mine, which is very rare, yaknow? And well, she insisted you go to UA and study under her. Her name is Recovery Girl.” his mother explained.

Hibiki stood there, rather in shock. He knew the part of his quirk was rare, but hadn’t ever thought about applying to UA. Now UA wanted him? But he wasn’t planning on becoming a Hero…. Wait, that’s right, they had general studies as well, and had some of the best teachers in the entire country… Maybe he would get a great job at a hospital with this opportunity.

“I’ll go,” he said, looking at his mother with determination. She grinned at her son and patted his shoulder, telling him how proud she was of him for coming so far.

“You’ll be an amazing hero,” his sister had told him when she found out.

“Ha, thanks but I dunno about hero?” he had said.

“Saving people is a heroes job, and that’s what you do, nii-san!” she had replied.

About a month later….. Middle of March

Hibiki stood there in the hospital in shock, staring at the charred bodies of his family members. He had been at a friends house when his house had been broken into, and the robber used his fire quirk to set the entire house ablaze to cover his crimes, not realizing the family was asleep inside. His parents and sister had perished in that fire, unable to escape from the hellish nightmare as the fire spread all around them. The roof had collapsed in on them, trapping them even further. He had heard the coroner telling the police they had died slowly, and in a lot of pain. He had no idea who he was going to live with, his closest family was in Brazil and he doubted they would even take him in. His mother had been disowned by the family when she had fallen in love and married a Japanese man.

Hibiki began sobbing in the hospital hallway after he had said goodbye to the bodies of his family, shaking heavily. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. His sister was supposed to become a nurse, and his parents were supposed to be here for him until they grew old. Feeling a presence, he looked up a bit, seeing a small, older woman standing in front of him.

“Hibiki?” she said, her voice was kind. “I’m Chiyo Shuzenji, better known as Recovery Girl, I was your mother's superior at work. I am so sorry to hear what happened…” she said, sitting beside him and pulling candy out of her pocket, offering it to him. “Your mother�� she was an amazing woman.” she said, sighing softly.

Hibiki stared at the woman, looking at the candy and taking it with a shaky hand. He held it, staring at the colorful wrapper but not speaking a word.

“The police said they are trying to contact your family but… would you like to stay with me until they find someone?” she asked him.

Hibiki looked back at her, his eyes showing his shock. This stranger was going to take him in? Slowly, he nodded, sobbing again as he wrapped his arms around the womens small frame, unable to help himself any longer. He needed to hold someone right now. Anyone.

Sure enough, none of his family wanted him. And his father’s parents had only had his father, and had passed away about two years ago, so there was nobody from that side who would, either. Hibiki had nowhere to go. Well, almost nowhere. Recovery Girl quickly agreed to adopt him, excited by the thought as she had grown fond of the young man. The government had agreed it would be a perfect match, and had given her guardianship over Hibiki, and put any of his parents assets in a trust for when he needed money, and would get full control over it when he turned 18.

Hibiki wasn’t up to starting school the first month, still a hollow shell of his former self without his parents, his little sister he had cherished so much. Recovery Girl had allowed him to stay back for a bit, not wanting to push him. He had his uniform, and had been told which class he was going to be a part of, but he just did not want to go. Even after witnessing the sports festival and seeing how many kids got injured. If this had been months ago, he would have been so eager to go heal those kids.

His mother had done this for him. So he could become a Healing Hero, and help others like she had. His sister had always told him she believed he was going to be the best hero ever with his quirk. But now, they were gone. And he felt like that dream was too. He no longer wanted to be a hero, now only wanting to be left alone. Recovery Girl had agreed he could wait until after his first birthday without his family before going to school, but after that he needed to at least try going to school. He had agreed because she was so nice to him, there was no way he could tell her no.

A few weeks after the Sports Festival…. End of May

“We have a new student joining us!” Snipe told the students of his homeroom, 1-C.

Everyone was naturally confused, as new students during the middle of the school year were very unusual. They stay quiet so their teacher can finish. “He was supposed to start at the beginning of the year but due to unforeseen circumstances, he couldn’t join us until now.” he told the students. “Please come in, Shimizu,” Snipe said.

The sliding door opened, revealing a fluffy raven haired boy with bronze skin, his eyes the color of the golden sun. His eyes held a dark violet color under them, the dark circles under his eyes making it obvious how tired this boy is. Under his right eye, and his lower left lip were moles, his chin soft yet not quite round, and cheekbones just barely visible. He was about average height for the males in the school, standing at about 177 cm. Dressed in the usual male uniform, with a loosely put on tie, he suddenly let out a loud yawn as he stopped next to Snipe and turned to face the class.

Not a very good first impression, most of the students think.

“Please introduce yourself, Shimizu!” Snipe urges.

“My name is Hibiki Shimizu. It’s nice to meet you,” he says, his voice soft and barely able to be heard.

“Huh?!” most of the students shout, a little annoyed with this guy.

“Ah- my quirk uses my voice so…” he says, still softly, to Snipe. He goes through his bag and pulls out a phone, which makes the students look even more puzzled. He presses a button and a mechanical voice plays.

“My quirk requires me to sing, so I do not speak freely, or loudly, so forgive me.”

“Oh!” a girl says, “That’s neat, what is your quirk!?” she asks excitedly.

Everyone agrees they would like to know. Everyone aside from one boy in the back, who’s being awfully quiet. Hibiki had noticed his lavender hair right away, as lavender was one of his favorite colors and it was unusual to see such a color of hair, even in this quirk-filled world.

“It has been dubbed ‘Holy Voice’, and it allows me to control various things with songs that I sing.” the recording plays after Hibiki hits a sequence of numbers into it. Hibiki wasn’t really very interested in telling them the specific’s though, and hoped they would not pry. They would see him in PE classes, after all.

“Wow, that is so cool!” someone says.

“How are you not in the Hero course!?” one student asks.

“I do not want to be a Hero.” the recording plays. Hibiki looked at them all with tired, but serious eyes, honestly hoping they do not pry any further.

DING. DONG. DING. DONG.

“Ah, that’s the bell. Well, off to the Gym!” Snipe says, ushering the students to leave. “And see me at lunch, okay, Shimizu?” he says.

“Yes, sensei.”

“That’s totally weird,” he hears a student whisper to another. It makes him let out a breathy laugh, though, enough to make him curl his lip into a half-smirk.

The girls that saw the smirk started to swoon, shocked the tired looking boy could look so... hot when he had that smirk on his face. Maybe the new boy wasn’t so bad!

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Oh, wrong… All the girls watched as Hibiki ran away from every single attack, dodging easily but never attacking back. He only ran. Hibiki made sure nothing hit him, his movements as if he was a cat avoiding being sprayed with a water bottle. While they weren’t perfect, they worked enough so he didn’t get hit.

By the end of class, everyone was frustrated and tired, having gone after Hibiki to see him use his quirk. But, they had failed by the end of it. The teacher wasn’t all that happy he hadn’t used it, and scolded him, telling him the only way he could improve was to use his quirk.

Hibiki hadn’t taken the words to heart as he went to change and went off to his next class, now having regular studies until it was time for more training after lunch. He wasn’t here to learn to fight, anyway, but knew it was essential. That’s why he had mastered dodging, not one for physical contact. In fact, he hated being touched by people.

Going through classes was fine, as he was good at school work, and it required very little contact with any of the others. At least, until he got called into the principal's office right before lunch.

“Can you take him, Shinsou-kun?” Ms Midnight said with a large grin.

“I can go on my own, miss,” Hibiki tried to insist.

“Don’t be silly! It’s hot to help new students! Go now, Shinsou!” Ms Midnight said.

The lavender haired male stood and nodded, heading to the door, “Yes, ma’am,” he said as he nodded fort Hibiki to follow him.

The two walked silently towards the principal's office. It was nice, but odd, as Hibiki was used to others chattering away or asking him questions.

“Here we are. See ya,” Shinsou said with a wave before heading off.

Hibiki blinked, not used to such an unfriendly person like himself, but he shrugged and knocked on the door.

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“Come in,” Nezu said from behind the door.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Hibiki said after he went inside, tilting his head a bit. He had met the small, animalistic principal when Recovery Girl had introduced them yesterday, letting him know that Hibiki would finally be coming to school.

“Yes! Shimizu-kun, will you come with me to class 1-A?” he asked, suddenly on Hibiki’s shoulders.

Hibiki seemed generally unfazed as the principal sat on his shoulders as he walked down the hall, being directed by him as he had no idea where he was going. A few passing students gave odd looks but always said hello to the principal.

When they got to the classroom, Nezu had Hibiki knock on the door. A lazy-sounding voice replied, “Come in,” prompting the raven haired male to open the door.

“Principal Nezu?” the teacher said, a bit confused but his face relaxed when he seemed to remember, seeing the golden eyed boy who Nezu sat on. Hibiki noticed this man resembled him a lot, or rather he resembled him? Either way, they both had the same exhausted look.

“Aizawa! Do you remember that student I told you would be joining you in the afternoon from class C?” he said happily, now situated in Aizawa’s scarf looking item.

Hibiki tilted his head, confused at this new information. He hadn’t been told he’d be with another class in the afternoon.

“Ah, right.” Aizawa said, sounding bored, “Students, this is Hibiki Shimizu from Class C. He’s a new student, but because of his quirk, he’ll be joining us, and class B, during the afternoon for training. We wanted to introduce you all before training so we can just jump into it.” he tells them.

“Ooooh, whats your quirk!?” an all pink girl asked, sounding just as excited as his classmates this morning.

“Aw man I was hoping it’d be a hot girl!” a purple boy whined, but nobody paid him, or the person who hit him, any mind.

Hibiki looked at Nezu and Aizawa, wondering if he should answer.

Nezu nodded, “It’s okay to tell them. You’ll be working with them all after all, probably very frequently, you know?”

Hibiki pulled out his phone, pressing a button. “My quirk is called Holy Voice. I can do many things with it, but my main focus is healing others.” the recording plays his answer.

“What?! A healer?!” the students sound shocked, as they naturally would be. After all, being able to heal others was a very rare quirk to have. Most of them were only aware of Recovery Girl who had such a quirk.

All the students are chattering excitedly, asking questions over one another until Aizawa just glares, and they all go silent. Hibiki looks at Aizawa with a bit of admiration, wishing he could do that.

“One question at a time. Raise your hands,” he said, frowning as he glared at his students.

A green haired boy raised his hand first, looking extremely eager. “Yes, Midoriya?”

“What else can your quirk do? You said you can do a lot of stuff with it? Do you mean your voice?” he said, rattling off questions one after another.

Hibiki blinked, a bit taken back by the amount of questions. He heard Aizawa sigh beside him, “Just one question, Midoriya,” he told him.

“O-Oh, sorry.. Erm… How does your quirk work?” he asked shyly, his face bright red with embarrassment as he fidgeted in his seat. Hibiki took notice of all the scars littering his hands that clutched a notebook and pencil, and could tell he was going to be busy with this person in particular.

After some tapping on the screen, the phone began to play another recording, “When I sing, depending on what I sing, I can do various things. I can heal people, cause people to see illusions and shatter, disintegrate, destabilize or stabilize living and nonliving objects.” His quirk was a perfect combination of what his parent’s quirks had been.

“What the fuck?” said a blond boy with red eyes.

“Woah,” said a few students.

“Wow, you sing?” a girl with a cool haircut and odd ear-lobes. Wait, where those mic plugs?

Hibiki didn’t answer immediately, but instead made his way to her desk.

“Yes,” he said once he reached her side, using his own voice instead of the phone. “Are those mic plugs? 3.5mm?” he asked, looking down at her in her seated position, staring at her with golden eyes.

“Ah-!” she made a startled sound, her face going a bit pink as she jumped back, “Hey! Don’t get so close so suddenly!” she said, frowning.

“Oh, apologizes,” he said, stepping back. “I noticed your ears and they interested me,” he said, his monotone tone reminding everyone of the way Todoroki had been back at the beginning of the year. However, there was an almost childish way about the way he said the words. In all reality, he was just curious if she sang too, liking to find others with hobbies like his. He was just… awkward.

“Well, in any case, Shimizu will be sitting in on your training in the afternoons when you do combat training, so that way we don’t have to bother Recovery Girl all the time.” Aizawa said, cutting the conversation short.

“Since he also has defensive and offensive capabilities, he’ll be directly involved as well.” Principal Nezu said from Aizawa’s shoulder.

Hibiki softly glared at the principal, not wanting to be in combat training but he didn’t say anything against it. He walked back to the front, making note of every single student in this class. All of the blondes he was going to have to avoid, just looking at their faces, he could tell that much. One looked angry, one looked like an idiot and another looked loud. The one with the tail seemed normal, but Hibiki was always cautious. Actually, most of the class looked like they were going to be annoyingly loud to Hibiki. Except maybe, like, two of them?

Yawning again, he rubbed his left eye a bit as Aizawa and Nezu talked for a moment before the bell rang again.

“Alright, see you all after lunch,” he told the other students. Nezu told Hibiki to go to lunch as well, but Hibiki had to find his way to the staff room first to see Snipe.

Hibiki waited until nearly all the students had left, staying close to the teachers acting as if they were talking to him too. He really did not want to make friends with any of these guys. Sure, he knew as a future doctor to pro heroes, he had to get along with them but all of them seemed too much for him to really handle.

He had nearly made it to the staff room when he was caught by a group from 1-A, who all seemed very eager to get to know him. Five students stood in front of him, blocking his path as they all tried to introduce themselves at once.

“I’m Tenya Iida! I’m the Class Representative for 1-A. It is a pleasure to meet you!” the tall dark haired boy said, extending his hand.

“I’m Izuku Midoriya,” said the green haired boy. Ah, the scarred boy.

“Oh! I’m Ochako Uraraka!” the brown haired girl said with a bright smile.

“Call me Tsu,” the black haired girl who resembled a frog said, pointing at herself.

“And I am Momo Yaoyorozu! I am the Vice Representative for 1-A. It is so nice to meet you.” the tall black haired girl said, her hair in a tall ponytail.

Hibiki stood there, his eyes a bit wider than usual from the shock, unblinking for a good few moments.

“Um, are you okay?” Uraraka asked, stepping closer. Hibiki had to force himself not to step back and run.

He nodded, her words pulling him out of his shock, pulling out his phone and typing into it.

“I am Hibiki Shimizu,” the speaker played, “Nice to meet you all.”

“Oh, do you not want to talk to us like you did with Jirou?” Tsu asked.

Hibiki tilted his head, a smirk crawling onto his face as he exhaled a breathy laugh.

“My quirk requires my voice. I do not use it often. I do not mean to be offensive.”

“Oh, right,” she said, blushing a bit.

“So, where did you transfer from?” Momo asked.

“Homeschool.” That’s right, they had no idea who he was or that he was supposed to have started here originally. Well, easier to lie than explain.

“That's highly unusual for anyone with a quirk. How did you come to end up at UA?” Iida asked, staring at Hibiki with questioning eyes. He seemed very stern to Hibiki, and he didn’t like his tone.

“Recovery Girl is my guardian. She recommended me.” Another kind of lie.

“What? She has kids?” Tsu wondered out loud.

“Wow, so you got in on a recommendation?!” Ochako asked, sounding shocked.

“I suppose so, yes.” They weren’t sure who’s question he was answering, but assumed it was Uraraka’s.

“That’s impressive. Only four other students are even in on recommendations, and two are in class A!” Momo said.

Hibiki tilted his head in curiosity, which prompted an answer.

“Me, and Todoroki-kun. The one with red and white hair?” Momo said with a smile.

Hibiki thought back, remembering each student's face and matching the bicolored eyed boy with the name Todoroki for future reference.

“Ah, yes, him. He looks like he’ll need to be healed often. Actually, you two do as well.” the phone spoke, Hibiki looking directly at Midoriya and Iida. “Wreckless, that’s the word.”

Tsu laughed, which caused Ochako and Momo to join in with her.

“How rude!” Iida said, shocked the new student would say something so… right? After meeting him. Not that he would admit such a thing. He didn’t really see himself as reckless.

“You can probably tell for me, huh?” Midoriya said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Hibiki nodded at Midoriya, choosing to ignore Iida for now.

Thankfully for him, Snipe had come to find him and found him not far from the staff room, and took him away from this awful encounter. He’d have to see them later, but that was later. After lunch. He could pretend nothing had happened in that short of time.

Of course all hope of that was dashed when Snipe merely told him he would meet Class B tomorrow, and sent him on his way. Hibiki groaned softly as he headed for the cafeteria, wondering how crowded it was, but he knew it was going to be ridiculous.

Making his way into it, he tried his best to slip around the crowds of people, and nicely for him, he was rather average. He wasn’t too tall or short that he stood out much, he liked that. He wanted to blend into the wall and disappear when he saw more students from 1-A, hoping they wouldn’t try to talk to him like the others had.

But then, he noticed the mic plug girl, and changed course, now wanting to talk to her. She was with a boy with odd elbows, one of the blondes; the loud looking one, and the all-pink girl. Hm, he supposed it would be worth conversing with them to get to know the only other one who looked like she enjoyed music as much as he did.

The loud looking blond boy noticed him first, “Oh hey new kid!” he shouted, waving frantically.

Hibiki wanted to turn on his heels but forced himself to smile a bit, trudging forward in his attempts at making a friend. He took out his phone and typed into it.

“Hello. I am Hibiki Shimizu. Just call me Shimizu. It’s nice to meet you all.”

“That is so interesting!” the pink girl said, looking at the phone.

“Is that a special program?” the elbow-boy asked.

Wow, these students are nothing like the ones I met earlier. Hibiki thought to himself.

“Yes, I made it myself.”

“Wow that is so cool!” the pink girl and blond boy said together.

“Wow, by yourself?” the elbow-boy asked.

Hibiki nodded and turned his attention to the mic-plug girl. “May I have your name?”

“M-Me? Oh, it’s Kyouka Jirou…” she said, holding out her hand for him to shake.

“Jirou…” Hibiki said in his own voice, taking her hand and gently squeezing, his thumb going over the callous’ on her hand. “You play many instruments, too.” he said, his voice quiet as if Jirou was much closer than she was. Jirou’s face became hot and she pulled her hand away.

“I do, so what? … Wait, did you say too? You play?” she said, cautious at first before becoming excited.

Hibki nodded, glad he had finally gotten what he wanted to get across.

“That makes sense considering your quirk is singing!” the pink girl said.

“That’s cool, what do you play? Oh, er, I’m Hanta Sero, by the way,” said the elbow boy, holding out his hand.

Hibiki took it and shook it once before letting go.

“I’m Mina Ashido!” the pink girl said, realizing she hadn’t introduced herself.

“Denki Kaminari!” the loud blond said, grinning and getting a bit too close.

Hibiki moved back, shaking a bit. Jirou seemed to notice, so she put herself in between the two a bit.

“So, yeah, what do you play?” she asked, smiling.

Hibiki slowly stopped shaking, taking a deep breath, taking out his phone.

“Piano, guitar, bass, drums, flute and the saxophone.”

“Woah, that's so cool!” Kaminari said. “I play the guitar!” he said, grinning.

Hibiki looked at him, a bit shocked this boy could play anything. Maybe he would be able to find friends here after all. Wait, no. He wasn’t here to make connections. He couldn’t allow himself to emotionally connect with anybody.

“I play a few things too,” Jirou said, making him look at her.

The rest of lunch flew by, with Hibiki mostly listening to the students as they all talked about their interests. Every now and then, Hibiki would give vague and general answers about himself, but he was trying very hard not to reveal much about himself.

When the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, Mina grinned at him, “Are you ready to see Class A in action?” she asked.

Hibiki nodded a bit, “I suppose so.”

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