The Warped Hero - A MHA Fanfic

Surrender

At this point, the battle was a fuzzy memory to Kija.

Her concussion hadn't been as severe as the doctors thought, but it was enough for her to forget the timeline of events, which had made for a confusing and awkward report to the police after everything had been said and done. Few things other than the throbbing sense of hatred towards Stain and the countless injuries her underclassmen had undergone due to her negligence stayed burned into her memory. Her own pain and injuries nonexistence and insignificant in her mind.

That is, except for her blade.

The long tendril that worked like a whipping sword she could direct by simply thinking, it felt so distinct inside Kija. Its presence in her memory a vivid image, like it'd been the only thing she could see in a hazy fog. A feeling of power and destruction right at her fingertips, pulsing like a beacon.

Tiny, toothpick length tendrils flowed in-between Kija's fingers as she sat on her hospital bed. The little pieces of mist somewhat mimicking the weapon she'd used before, but they were too short to really be the same, too tame. Though, it could be that Kija wasn't as...angry? Crazed? Desperate? As she had been before when the thing simply appeared through her willing it into existence.

And yet she distinctly remembered calling it Warp Blade. As though Kija knew what this thing was without realizing.

Still, it had been useful. A manifestation of force through the mist that made up her portals, it hadn't been leading anywhere. She'd made it out of that substance, it had power. Mass. It existed on another level of her Quirk, derived out of her need for another weapon in the moment.

And as much as Kija couldn't shake the idea that it was wrong to use that thing, like it was a piece of her Quirk she didn't want to have, a piece of her she didn't want to see, it was the only thing that had worked.

It'd kept Stain away, it'd protected the first years, and the Warp Blade had helped Kija succeed.

Turmoil brewed inside Kija as the little wisps weaved in between her fingers, flowing around them like little personal stress balls. Maybe if she just didn't use it unless it was necessary, like an Ultimate Move, maybe it would be fine. Or just start to try to make more things out of the mist, train it, slowly. After all, discovering new applications to a person's Quirk was useful, right?

Even if they were inherently meant to cause harm?

But it protected them.

Kija made the wisps vanish and turned to the door as it opened. She took a deep breath and stood.

~~~

Kija walked alongside the Hosu City Police Chief, her hospital clothes covering all her scars, new bruises, and cuts from the fight. She'd been put in a room separate from the first years, something she'd been thankful for when talking about how to address the aftermath of the Hosu incident.

It was stupid how she'd handled everything. Giving Stain too many chances to make a move, putting the others in harm's way. She'd gotten caught up in the moment, wasn't thinking rationally, and in her haste to protect others she'd done things that were the opposite of her intentions.

A knife sticking out of Iida's arm burned itself into Kija's mind.

"Vortex," Tsuragamae said, snapping the girl out of her head, "I'll ask once more, are you sure about your decision?"

Kija kept her eyes down as she walked, knowing Gran Torino and Manual were listening despite how much they tried to look like they weren't hearing a conversation right in front of them. She nodded.