The bus window is dirty, smeared in dust and dirt. But even though the sun shines through it, beams in, warms the bus, the people - Not Nao, she is still cold. She feels like shivering, but she doesn't. Instead she turns her head, to look at the person beside her. It's ruby eye boy, Bakugo. She heard someone call him Kacchan, is that his real name? Or is that his fake name? Nao doesn't know, but she wants to. (She has a mission afterall)
" Sorry, can I ask you something?" Nao lightly poke ruby eyes boy, turning all of her face towards him. He turns around to eye her. She observe him quietly, and quickly. It's a fleeting movement, one Nao has learned do. The sun reflects in his ash blond hair, and it oddly resemble his quirk, explosions, with how wild it look. He looks angry, he looks like he bite. —Maybe if Michan looked like that, she could scare people away—
"What?!" The boy, Bakugo or Kacchan, answers rather rude. Not that it matters to Nao.
" Is your name Bakugo or Kacchan. I heard someone, call you by the name Kacchan, so I got confused." While her voice is as well mannered and straight as usual, it is also as blank as usual. Bored, Blank, Void. Those are all words people could, and would, describe Nao with. The boy didn't interrupt, he did that a lot. Nao noticed. It's a bad thing to do. Ma taught her that-
"Bakugo. And stop talking and looking so creepy, freak!"
Nao knew what he meant, she didn't care. Something was different with her. She already knew. There is something missing, or maybe gone, it is gone now. She would like to think that she hid it, at the same time she started drawing lines on the wall. Hid it, so it didn't break. Nao seems to have lost it now.
Pa often says she is —defective, had a hard time with empathizing and sympathizing, defective, creepy—(Pa says many things). Nao didn't care, she almost saw it as a gift. She had to be strong, and only weak people show. Pa said so, and he was strong. He were someone with power. Nao often thought; Some people are better of without any form for power.
But the world is cruel, and the gods doesn't care about people like Nao or Michan. So they are left to fend for themselves. Or Nao is left to fend for them, since Michan can't do much; she is sick and Nao is a marble statue. So Nao does that;
Uses what is left, after others have been blessed by the gods
Nao thinks that makes her a scrapper, but she is not sure.
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Nao is soaked in water. She is cold. Shivering even. Cold and wet and cold. Her bandages is heavy, and her head is pounding again. It almost always does.
She peels of the bandages, push them to the corner, no one sees it. Shigaraki is attacking. A whole group of Villians -bad people, like Ma and Pa, like Nao. - The alarms don't go off, no one knows, and every student and Mister Aizawa is fighting. Nao doesn't fight. Kurogiri, bless his misty self, put her far away. In a corner. She is hidden and cold. Nao does really not want to be found. But the gods are cruel.Nao doesn't care anymore.
"Naoko Hino?" A hoarse voice says, and Nao knows who it is. She really doesn't want to, but she do.
"Hello, Oda Keiji" A man - A bad person - stares at her. He is covered in black, black dresspants, black shirt, black hair. (Nao think that if Pa would be a color, it would be black) Oda is Pa friend. Always staying over, playing games, drinking whisky. Nao doesn't like him at all. Oda yells, bad, bad words at her and Michan. Michan always tremble and wobble a little extra when Oda is there. It makes a ugly taste appear in Nao mouth.
" I heard from your old man, what you're doing here. Keep the work up." His voice is still hoarse, dark. All Nao can respond is a nod
" I must say, I'm impressed, Naoko. Being a spy, from the league of Villians. You're gonna be a big shot, in no time." Oda knows what Pa and Ma do. Oda knows Michan is sick. Naos bones ache a little extra.
"Hino-Kun? A spy- Wha- Why- what-" An voice interrupt. Nao swear she feels something. What is it? Dread? But that is a lie, and Nao knows. Cause Nao is a marble statue, and marble statues don't feel things like dread.
(She likes to think that at least. But maybe marble statues feel dread to. Dread the day they're are goin to tip. Scatter their beautiful bodies, across the museum floor)
Nao feels her throat close again. She wants to sink, but it's so dry, dry. Nao knows what she have to do now. Kirishima looks baffled, scared, a bit hurt —Nothing Nao cares about. All it take is one image of Michan.
She is leaping forward. Her hands are shaky, but her breathe is controlled. (Naoko means submissive child. Say it. You're Naoko. Naoko. Do it. I'm Naoko.) Nao reach out and touches Kirishimas forehead. She wants to scream. She wants to scream, after seeing, feeling, his memories swirl around her. She touches them. Fixes them. Tapes them. Locks them. So she is sure.
Kirishima then never saw or heard Nao ; instead he saw Oda and only Oda/ Oda flee after their fight, and Kirishima faints shortly after from Odas quirk. / That's what happened now, in Kirishimas memories. And then she let the boy go, watch him as he falls down. His body makes a cloud of dust, and Nao knows she have to bring the fainted body later when it's over. When Shigaraki is done, and it's all quiet again. Quiet is good.
Nao feels like a snake is coiling around her heart, squeezing tightly, she feels poisoned, very fatigue and frail. She knows; He knew Kirishima were close. Oda wanted to test her. Oda knows, Nao knows. And Nao knows, Oda knows. Then Oda is gone. Nao can only hope someone takes him, and make him disappear, forever.
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Late. It's late. Nao knows that. The clock is way past when she should have been home. But the policeman, she doesn't like those; They are oblivious, and Nao knows it's on purpose. Somethings are better of alone, or, we can't do much anyway. She have seen two of the five policemen before, all at home or at the casino. So no, Nao doesn't like Policemen. But truly, she doesn't like a lot of people, thanks to Ma and Pa. Nao have once imagined how it would be, how it would be different, if she were born blind. Because somethings is better left unseen. (You can't come back after certain things. Nightmares are forever)
The policemen are still talking. Asking questions, questions, things no one can really answer on; Students were busy not dying.
[Nao ponders for a moment, aren't they to young to be here? When did a child- and then she stops. Because nothing good comes out of thinking to much]
The clock on the wall is nagging her. It's ticking in an ominous rhythm, and Nao almost stress. But she doesn't, because that's visible, and it's only two-out-of-three-policemen who have visited Ma and Pa. She is cold, tired and something else not very nice. She has to get home, her poor little sister is not a marble statue-
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Naos second quirk got out into the open. It's Memory Manipulation; She can manipulate memories, like erase, change and even create new memories. It's a good quirk, and one of the reason she is on the mission. She can sort of use it as a coverup, if she gets caught red handed, like today by Kiri. But sometimes she can get a massive headache, and foggy memories herself, so she doesn't like to use it. It also feels wrong for her since she, for example with Kiri, has to sort through memories to find the right one. She thinks it's uncomfortable both for her, but also for the other part. Since she wouldn't like someone to see her memories
I sort off want Bakugo and Nao to be friends, but it's hard to build that friendship up. So I don't know if I'm going to drop that idea again.
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FanficNaoko Hino is Alamort Or- Nao participate in a dangerous game, forcing herself into two worlds at the same time. She have learned to be a marble statue, to take what comes and never crumble. But how much can Nao take, before she falls, crumble and...