That Funny Feeling [MHA]

Oh Heather.. [#014]

It was raining and Kenzo had never felt happier. Kenzo could feel the bumps of whatever they were now as she held their hand. Swinging it back and forth as a smile that Kenzo now knows people fear stretch across her face. People parted for them like waves, not wanting to touch the soot covered child and the murky mutated figure they held hands with.

Who would've thought that the facility was in a crowded city of all places? Many of them had banked that it would have been somewhere in a forest or some field, and yet a grocery store was only a few blocks away. It was sort of a numbing feeling, one that Kenzo was familiar with, so many people had walked by every day and didn't look twice, not a twitch.

Perhaps one of them had supplied a good idea. Their feet finally hitting the floor and walking with Kenzo instead of letting her simply drag them by the hand as they floated absentmindedly. Their heads turned and took in their surroundings, no doubt getting used to simply seeing and not having flashes of light to guide them. Their posture changed to hunched, their smoky arms cradling themselves. They looked to Kenzo and grabbed their hand again despite seemingly not wanting to, suddenly the people around them weren't staring anymore.

"A girl named Amia said she used to live around here.." the voice was soft and feminine, they didn't seem to like talking or confrontation of any kind. "She wants to see her older brother and their cat but she isn't sure if they still live there." The crowd closed in and started bumping shoulders with them like they were any other normal person, for a moment they faltered, Taros' smoky vintage jerking as their feet lifted off the ground for a quick moment. The people around them flinched back as if having just noticed they were there before immediately going back to what they were doing as the soft spoken one came back to the surface.

"A lot of us don't like being touched" The feminine voice said in a strained tone, others overlapping but not saying anything coherent enough for Kenzo to understand. "Sorry-_" The voice muttered.

"It's ok!" Kenzo replied with a skip in her step, "so what about Amia?" They looked uncomfortable, they still seemed to not want to look at kenzo and she couldn't help but wonder if it was because of her smile, she hadn't known it was so unnerving to look at until recently.

"The apartment they lived in was an abandoned one...Some of them wanted to simply live on the streets because that's what they did before, but they got voted out by the others. Amia's place was the closest, which was also convenient for us." Kenzo hummed in acknowledgment, the body they held hands with floating back up but Kenzo could tell they were the one still in control. Their heads still went back and forth, taking everything in.

"Sooooo" Kenzo exaggerated, wanting to draw out a conversation to ignore the fact that she had no idea where they were going. "Do you have a name?"

"My code is OO#280001 ''So no, Kenzo thought, you don't have a name. They must have been pretty deep in the facility if their number was 2800. So this was one of the ones born in the hellhole, brute spawns was what Hikaru had called them, that or perhaps they were simply too young to remember a time where they weren't in that building, not that it would make a difference. It also explains how much they were whipping their heads around and how slowly they were walking, not that Kenzo was much different, it'd been so long.

Humming a made up song and reading the signs Kenzo could see, she thought of a name for her, their, new family member. "How about-..." Kenzo trails off, she would have twirled as she was skipping if she wasn't still holding their hand. "Kansas!"

If they had a nose it would have scrunched up, their shoulders jerked and their neck twitched in a way that looked almost painful, Kenzo figured the others were laughing. "Not that I mind but why Kansas? Isn't that a bit of a girly foreign name?" Their heads tilted in confusion, Kenzo figured she should probably start asking if they were a boy or a girl before saying anything, after all she had no appearance to go off of and she doubts they'd all settle on the same fashion sense.

"It was the first thing I thought of!" Kenzo started with a grin and wide eyes, she herself didn't know the exact contents of the name, she thinks it was some hero she used to like. "Plus aren't you an 01 kid? Your whole thing is that you want to be in the 10-12 groups right? Also are you a boy or a girl I can't really tell" the smoldering figure flinched at the mention of their status.

"I-.. we don't really wanna talk about that, also I'm a boy..." maybe Kenzo was being incentive, but aren't 01 kids supposed to be emotionless? Kenzo doesn't remember any guy with a quirk like this in 02, unless that was sorta the point with not being noticed and all, but Kenzo swore they said 01 at the end of their name. Kenzos hand was squeezed a bit, warmth flowing through her as flashes of light and sound flew into her mind to share a sense of understanding. Oh, Kansas was a failed 01 kid. Perhaps if Kenzo hadn't trained herself to smile no matter what she was feeling then she would have frowned her brows and hissed through her teeth. Being born in the hell thing and still failing, Kenzo looked up at Kansas, that must have sucked. Or ya know, maybe not, Kenzo found herself questioning a lot of things about people after those 'EQP' lessons they made her take, Kenzo could only hope that what they said in them was a lie.

Kenzo also really hoped she was using the word hell right, wouldn't want to disappoint Hiakru after all.

"Up ahead.." Kansas muttered beside them, Kenzo had a funny feeling that she wouldn't have heard them through the sounds of rain and people if they weren't holding hands. Water sloshed underneath their feet, an old brick building stood in front of them, not exactly overgrown but the weeds and long grass around it said enough, it didn't seem like anyone was living inside.

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Heather Jackson was the definition of every cheerleader caption in a cheesy American high school movie. She was blond, spread rumors, loved pink a bit too much, and would probably cry if she broke a nail. What set her apart from this stereotype was that she wasn't popular, wasn't a cheerleader, and could most definitely see dead people. Of course this was because of her quirk, though not like anyone truly believed her, not when her quirk basically collapses almost all ideas of religion. Even when they did brain Scan after brain scan, all showing that her brain was indeed picking up on things that they weren't seeing, even going as far as to-. Heather shuttered, running a hand to trace the scar on her head hidden in her hair.

This didn't stop Heather from going out and befriending ghosts though, apparently a lot of people's appreciation changed when they were dead, suddenly gaining some form of manners and consideration to the only person that can hear and see them no matter how shity they were when they were alive. Though saying heather was going out of her way to do all of this was an exaggeration, it was more of she'd accidentally lock eyes with them or move out of their way like they were solid and then they'd bother her until she pretended to call someone or find an isolated area to talk to them. To which they'd spill their sob story and guilt trip Heather into doing shit like this, ya know, Heather looked up at the shabby apartment building, like breaking into abandoned apartment buildings to both find their body and take the cat they left behind to an animal shelter.

Heather sighed, taking one last drag at her cigarette before deeming it a bud and stopping it on the ground. They wouldn't care, the street had enough trash for it to blend in anyway. Picking some dirt under her nails she glanced up at the ghostly figure that was floating up to one of the windows, telling her which floor he had lived on.

"If I step on anything weird I'm blaming it on you!" Laughing echoes in the mostly empty street, a see through boy with blood red hair most definitely not taking Heather seriously.

"What would you do? Kill me again?" The boy said with a grin, not faltering under Heather's non threatening glare. "But don't worry, the floor me and my sister lived on was fairly clean" You're lucky you're cute, Heather mused.

"Better fuckin be.." Heather muttered, it wouldn't be the first time a ghost led her to a body infested with bugs. Heather, like most sane people, didn't like the smell of rotting flesh. Let's just get this over with.

A/N: Heather is actually the main character for another fanfic I have in mind however I haven't even began writing it as I don't wanna start another fanfic while still writing another one. Tell me what you think of her in the comments!