Eraserhead and Scribe III

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

In her dream, Scribe faced Tomura Shigaraki across a long white room. He had his hands in his pockets. It's up to you to find this guy. He's pissing me off.

And Shigaraki was Dabi, but he melted before she could react. Something touched her shoulder. She whirled and Cameron stood there. Mom wants you to come wash up for dinner.

Somehow this horrified her more than either Shigaraki or Dabi and she backed up until she couldn't go any farther but they were all there, even Dabi whose face was melting away, and Shigaraki with the glowing red eyes and she closed her eyes and wished very hard that they'd all go away and leave her alone. No. Not alone. She opened her eyes again and she stood on the hill looking over UA's peaceful campus. She could see the kids from Class 1-A (Aizawa's kids) playing soccer and in a moment they'd look over at her.

Not alone. She looked up and saw Aizawa standing next to her. He wore his normal black clothing, but not the capture scarf and his mane of hair was pulled back. She liked him best like this, and she knew not many ever saw him this way. Relaxed. He smiled at her and took her hand. She leaned on his shoulder and they walked down the hill together.

Scribe opened her eyes to see the blinding white light of the hospital room. She winced a little, touching her head to find a bandage. Vaguely she remembered the man wearing Tomura's face swinging at her, his fist connecting, sending her reeling backward... It must have been a harder hit than I thought.

It was.

She turned her head carefully and saw Aizawa standing by the doorway talking to someone. His eyes met hers and she felt his relief. Welcome back.

It suddenly felt very important to tell him about her dream, but he stepped back and the room filled with doctors and nurses, all bustling about her, taking her blood pressure, checking her pulse and temperature, asking her how she felt, if she knew what day it was. Aizawa stood in the background, his arms crossed over his chest.

When they were all satisfied and left, he slowly approached the bed. She held out her hand to him and he took it, then lay down on the bed next to her, pulling her close so her head was pillowed on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead and the pain in her head eased as she relaxed into his arms. Before she could fall back asleep, though, she knew she had to tell him. "I want to go back to Japan with you, Shota. I want to be your wife. It's all I want."

His lips curved against her hair. "And that is all I ever wanted from you."

She placed her hand palm down on his chest, feeling his breathing, his heart beating. When she left him, she'd truly thought it was best, that they couldn't figure their way around her feelings for Shigaraki. She realized now that nothing she felt for Tomura Shigaraki approached what she felt for Shota Aizawa, who was truly a part of her.

I can't leave until I figure out who is doing these things, though, Shota. He's very dangerous.

He nodded and kissed her forehead again. We have time. We'll figure it out together.

Sleep wasn't far away now. She felt it graying out the fringes of her consciousness. She wasn't ready yet, however. Kohei. He must be able to find out something. And...if not him...can Cameron? She felt Aizawa tense and raised her heavy head to look at him. What's wrong?

Nothing. He winced at her disbelieving look. I don't trust him, Scribe. He's not...he seems like he's hiding something. And Kohei hasn't been able to turn up anything. What if he's the villain? What if he's the one who tried to kill you while he masqueraded as Shigaraki?