Love Denied

Chapter Ten: Reunion

Midoriya was led out of his room in quirk canceling cuffs that were attached to his wrists and ankles. The ones on his wrists were connected with a heavy chain, while the ones around his ankles were also connected with a slightly longer chain to allow him to walk normally. The cuffs themselves had the appearance of oversized, metallic doughnuts and were silver in color. While he was still wearing his signature black slacks, dark grey dress shirt with a black sleeveless vest, they were slightly ripped and stained from the fight where he was captured.

As he was led through the hospital corridor, flanked on each side by two police officers, various medical staff and patients alike stared at the well-dressed man wearing cuffs. Some people that recognized him because of the way he dressed, gave him small smiles, while others glared at him hatefully. The vigilante just took a deep breath and continued his journey towards the back of the hospital.

At least they made it to a long corridor that led outside. At the end was a police transport van with two more police officers. It was nighttime at that point and the rain had not let up, still pouring down heavily. Due to this, the police waiting outside of the van wore high visibility police ponchos. The vigilante and his companions walked out in the pouring rain, water quickly soaking their clothes.

As the vigilante walked out onto the rain and approached the van, he suddenly felt a wave of intense pain as the police officer on his right struck him on the back of his knee with his baton, making Midoriya shout in pain as he fell on one knee.

"That's for my brother, you damn vigilante!" the officer yelled with a hateful glare as rain water dripped down his face. No sooner than he said that, two of the other officers quickly pushed him against the side of the police van.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Takashi?!" One of the officers yelled while pinning the attacking officer's arm against the vehicle. The second officer was doing the same with his other arm.

"Fuck him! It's his fault that my brother lost his leg!" The attacking officer, now identified as Takashi, yelled as he struggled against his fellow officers.

Midoriya hissed in pain as he struggled to get back up, rain dripping down his angry facial expression. He could feel that anger radiating to the surface once again. As he finally managed to stand straight, he leaned towards the officer being held, "Fuck you and fuck your brother." He said in a low threatening voice.

Officer Takashi's eyes went wide and then he struggled even harder, "God damn it! Let me go!"

"That's enough!" Everyone stopped at the sound of the new voice. All those present turned around to see detective Daiki standing there in the rain just outside the corridor. The detective made his way to the group and opened the back doors of the van. "Get him inside." He said as he nodded toward Midoriya.

The two officers that had just been standing around stepped forward and guided the vigilante into the van and then got inside as well. The other officers released Takashi and he quickly straightened his uniform in one swift move. He then started making his way toward the back of the van before being stopped by detective Daiki. "Where do you think you're going?"

Takashi stopped and just looked at the older man waiting for clarification. Daiki nodded to the other side of the van, "you sit in the front." The officer sighed and walked in the other direction. Just as he opened the vehicle door, detective Daiki called to him, "Takashi." The younger officer turned to him, "don't you ever do that again, do you hear me?" The cop could only nod in return, before getting into the van.

As the van started to move, Midoriya leaned his head back, water dripping down his neck and into his soaked clothes. He looked at the roof, trying to avoid making eye contact with the other two officers in front of him. He then closed his eyes and tried to push down his anger, but the intense pain on the back of his knee was making it difficult. Nobody could say he had it easy this last couple of years, but at least he was free to do as he pleased. Now, he wasn't, and it was almost guaranteed that he wouldn't be for the foreseeable future.