Consistent (vigilante deku)

Do you blame yourself? (Chap 37)

Do you blame yourself

A voice asked. The sound coming from all directions, swallowing the boy up.

What? Hello? Who's there?!

Well it's kind of common in this situation for a murd- person such as yourself to feel some kind of guilt.

What situation?

The accident of course.

What are you talking about!?

You don't remember? C'mon Hatorri or is it Akano now or possibly Izuku or maybe Janero oh I know is it Salvare? Dear champion, don't you remember us?

Hatorri? Wait... Suna?

*giggles* Hatorriiiiii it isn't only me! Everyone's here you know. Silly how could you not recognize us? Did you forget!!!

Her sweet tone echoed through the darkness. The words were spoken quite playfully. Any hint of malice was well hidden. So well that it could be taken as love. The boy found himself leaning into the comfort. Hoping for it to show itself. Wanting to touch it, to feel it once again. Something wasn't right but he shook off the feeling.

Suna is it really you? Is everyone really here?!

Of course silly! Am I one to lie?

No. So then that means-

Yup! We're all here! Won't you come join us? Won't you come play like you used to?

A figure started to materialize out of smoke. The pitch black grew ever so lighter in its direction. A hand of white mist formed into one of a lively peach color. It stretched it's fingers out gently as if promising to never let go. The boy looked at the hand and etched his ever so close, but right as he was about to clasp the hand with his own he looked up.

Suna... why do you look like that?

The girl's eyes had a swirl of deep red. A crimson that could rival blood itself. She quickly closed them lightly.

What are you talking about Hato? Is there something on my face? Why don't you just take my hand and everything will be alright. Just grab my hand Deku.

Hmm okay. I thought your eyes were red for a second. Must have been my imagination.

He resumed to push his hand towards hers. The pit in his stomach only grew with each centimeter of space. And when his fingertip touched her palm, he paused.

What did you call me?

Hatorri of course! Is that not your name? Want me to call you something else?

No no wait. Earlier you called me champion didn't you? And then you just called me Deku! Not to mention you knew about the other names! You're not Suna! Get away!

I'm hurt... but it's far too late now.

Her voice glitched as if she was a computer with a virus. He tried to pull his hand away but his wrist was grabbed. The once dim light started to fade out back to pitch black. He was pulled forward with immense force. He tripped over his own shoes and landed flat face on what seemed like the floor. His wrist stayed in her small hands throughout the whole fall. Their tight grip never escaping. 

The boy pulled and tugged and tried with all his might to break free. Alas it was all for naught. The farther they went the more he started to hear voices. His limp body was dragged across the cold floor as the voices got louder and louder multiplying with each step. The voices overlapped making a rumble of incoherent gibberish to his poor tired ears.