Everything for One

A horror story's never alone

A year after Dad started to plan a wedding I finally managed to talk him out of it. Not completely but at least he will not set the date of it before my 20th birthday. Well my 20th physical birthday.

During that year we, I mean Kacchan, Izu and I, kick-started our training anew, this time with me as a direct teacher.

We already came up with some useful Ultimate Moves and we figured out a way for Kacchan to use his explosions effectively in rescue operations, similar to how Thirteen uses her quirk.

That was a major breakthrough.

Now I actually am quite a good teacher concerning quirks and laws concerning them. I do have about three times the experience with the subject as any other teacher, even more than dad. Though he got me beat in biology, chemistry and overall genetics. Basically in everything not quirk related...

Today though is a special day. It's my eights, or well my 118ths, birthday. And we still celebrate it. Its my eights birthday with mom after all.

The day starts with a nice home-baked cake and hot chocolate as breakfast, then a big bunch of presents ranging from clothes from Nana, to a new top-of-the-line desktop PC from Dad.

All in all a great morning and start of the day.

In school I was the centre of attention as well. After all one of Aldera's heroic trio, the three Musketeers, the future #1's, the freaking cream of the crop, the All Mighty has his birthday today. And as expected for the school it is like a national holyday.

I honestly don't like it, not at all. And this is not sarcastic...

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I mean it, It really is not at all something I am condoning.

Besides I want to be a hero to save people not to be the #1, that just happened. I did not plan for that...

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Ok maybe asking Goddess to be the strongest before reincarnating was kinda contradicting this current mind-set, but I freaking died just seconds ago and now over a century passed since.

And as the great Saitama said it, "I didn't become a hero for fame so what your car got trashed."

Well maybe that was not his exact wording but something like that...

After school was finally over and I could go home I actually asked to go alone. All this attention, the horror of fame and false friends really drains your soul, I can tell you. So a nice quiet walk home was exactly what I need right now.

Altering my usual way home to pass through the park and listen to the silence broken only by the occasional bird and ruffling of leaves, I did not expect to pass by an alley and hear the sounds of silent movement, a chocked and silent sobbing and then the slumping of a body. All of that I only caught due to my cat-ears. I still love them and I really don't want to think about my next life without them. This is definitely something I am going to miss greatly... and the petting that comes with that has NOTHING to do with it... NOT AT ALL!

My interest peaked, I start investigating the sounds. Following them deeper into the alley.

And soon enough I came face to face with a girl.

About my physical age, dressed in a battered school uniform, bruises showing under her collar and along her wrists and her shoulder-length blond hair ruffled, it did not paint a picture of happy life with supportive friends and family.

The way her cat-like eyes snap to attention, a wild and crazed glint in them, the moment she notices me, doesn't ease my worries one bit.

"Hey d-"

Before I could finish the sentence, she jumps up, a knife appearing in her hand, and rushes forward.

Her reaction reminiscent of a wild, hungry predator immediately drove me to take a defensive stance. She may be a lot less experienced and currently not fully conscious, but that does not mean she is to be taken lightly.

The knife glints dangerously in the little light that reaches the bottom of the alley as it and her move to strike a quick cut to the neck.

'Good reflexes and instincts, going not for the throat but for the artery...'

Dodging her opening attack I grab her wrist, twisting it so she has to drop her knife.

This actually works, but she catches it with her other hand and drives it deep into my arm, holding her wrist, forcing me to release her as the pain shoots through my nerves and signal my brain: 'THAT FRAKING HUTS LIKE HELL' as if that was necessary and not common sense.

She drops low and aims to strike again, this time disembowelling me with a vertical slash across my belly.

Jumping back I try to talk to her again.

"HEY, Listen up I-"

That's when I notice. In the small pause in our fight, she lifts her knife to her mouth and licks the blood from the blade. And for a second the craziness in her eyes seems to subside.

I take another look.

Blond hair, Cat-like eyes and fangs, vampire like fangs...

Could it be...

I drop my guard and lift my arm, already healed, forcing it to not heal while cutting my wrist.

Her eyes focus solely on the now free flowing blood, dripping down my wrist, hand and fingers.

"Would you like some?"

Signalling her to step closer and offering her my now drenched in blood wrist she almost teleports to it, pressing her lips around the cut and sucking with the ferocity of a dehydrated man after thirty hours in the dessert being offered a bottle of water.

'Huh, so Himiko had her hair loose as a pri-schooler... it look really little sister like. The bruises are concerning though and not to mention her crazed state. If anyone were to meet her in that state she would most certainly kill them, if she hasn't already and then there is the fact that she did drop that look so maybe she isn't crazy yet and that developed in middle-school then that would mean that she could still be a functional member of society and is not yet scarred for life so-'

The alley is empty.

'Must have run after having satiated her thirst. I didn't even notice... and my wrist is already healed... maybe a side effect of her quirk? I certainly am still supressing my own healing... Saliva as a potent blood-coagulant? Would make sense and would even have quite the medical applications... so if she is still capable of transforming that would give her so many options as a hero, not only infiltration and fighting if she masters the quirk copying but also a way of a medical support hero... quite the versatile quirk.'

With these thoughts I leave the alley and return home. I definitely am going to search for her...

'I mean what hero I would be if I let her fall to villainy like in the series.'

'And she really looks like the little sister I always wanted. That and I am not going to let her stay with parents that obviously did not care about her, otherwise she would be home and not in an alley trying to supress her needs...'

'Well I am going to ask Dad if he knows a way to find her... And to prepare the adoption papers...'