Puppet Master

The Rescue

Asa groaned, lifting his head and looking around. His head throbbed painfully for whatever reason. As he took in the dirty concrete walls, musty air, he found Yuma tied up in a chair next to him, slouched and unmoving.

"Yuma!" He lurched forward but found that he couldn't get to her as he, too, was tied up. Yuma's eyes fluttered open. She looked around and then finally at him. "As...a...?" Her eyes widened. "Dear, you're bleeding!" Asa couldn't see where she meant from but he guessed from his head. He swallowed. "So are you," he replied. Yuma looked around. "Where are we?" Asa shook his head. "I don't know."

*ca-thunk*

Both heads turned to the metal door in the center of the wall in front of them. "No..." Yuma whimpered. Out of it, swaying her hips with every step, walked none other than Midoriya Inko and she did not look pleased. Next to her was a man they didn't recognize. He had spiky black hair and purple scarred skin that looked to be stapled to his body. "Remember what the man-child said. Don't rough them up too bad. We need them in recognizable shape when your brat gets here." Asa's heart pounded in his chest. This was bad. If Ms. Midoriya was broken free by the League of Villains and now she was here then it is the only given conclusion that they were captured by the League. The man turned and left.

*ca-thunk* goes the door again.

Yuma looked petrified. Asa wished he could comfort her but he couldn't. Even if he could, the situation left them no plausible comfort.

"Well, well, well," Midoriya walked slowly towards them. "If it isn't the bastard and whore that took my baby boy from me." She stopped right in front of Asa and glowered down on him. Asa met her eyes head on. "We didn't steal anyone. You chased Izuku aw-" *BAM* "ASA!" The fist sent Asa and his chair tumbling to the ground. His nose pulsed painfully, probably broken.

"Don't you dare call my Izuku by his first name!" Midoriya screeched. Her foot connected with his chest. Asa gasped in pain, eyes building. "You don't know him like that!" She kicked him in the stomach so hard Asa almost upchucked his breakfast. "You aren't his father!"

"Stop! Please! Don't hurt him!" Yuma cried out, struggling against the ropes. Midoriya stopped, a new kind of anger appearing in her eyes as her head slowly turned to Yuma. Asa's heart dropped. "Wait! Yuma!" Midoriya ran at his wife. Yuma's eyes flashed in terror right before fist connected with her right cheek. "AND YOU!!!" Midoriya screeched. "YOU AREN'T HIS MOTHER!!!" Yuma spat out blood onto the concrete floor before turning her head up to meet Midoriya's glare with one equally as fierce. "I am more of a mother to that boy than you ever were," she hissed. Midoriya screamed. *BAM*

Asa could only watch as his wife fell to the floor along with her own respective chair. *BAM* He squeezed his eyes shut. *BAM* Please... Someone... *BAM* If not both of us then please at least Yuma... *BAM* Plea-!

*ca-thunk*

The metal door opened. Asa's eyes shot up. The man was back with bowls of what looked like white rice. "Inko, they need to eat." Midoriya straightened up and glared at the scarred man . "I'm not done," she hissed. Uncaringly, the man strode forward. "Don't care. You aren't the boss. We need these two alive." Midoriya clicked her tongue. "Fine." She crouched down by Yuma and grabbed a fist full of auburn-hair, pulling the fallen woman's head up to meet their eyes.

"Let us get one thing straight," Midoriya hissed. "You never were and never will be Izuku's mother. I am his mother and if you can't get that then I'll just have to retrain you." Yuma glared, though difficult with one eye starting to swell. "Like you did to Izuku?" she snapped back. Midoriya smiled. "Oh no, I would never do that to my son. But to you, oh yes." She lifted Yuma's head higher before- *SLAM* -slamming it into the concrete floor. The man untied them but shackled their ankles to the floor before leaving with Midoriya, the bowls of plain rice on the floor.