Bound By The Past (Aizawa x Reader)

Chapter One

Backstory:

You were left abandoned at the age of 6 after your parents died from a shared illness. You lived on the streets for a while before being taken by quirk traffickers. You remained with them for the next 21 years of your life, the most hellish of images burned into your mind. Each day, you fought for your life while watching others lose theirs.

Your quirk is known as 'catseye'. You have cat-like features such as cat ears and a tail, but your quirk allows you to harden them like cats eye stones. Yourr ears and tail are almost invincible when hardened. Your ears and tail stand out from your body. The fur on them is a stark white, which is hard to hide.

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You woke up in the small damp cell you had called your home for the past 21 years. A shock collar sat tightly secured around your neck as you stared out past the bars. 'Will I be fighting today?' The people that had taken you were traffickers. They took those with animal or mutant quirks and made them fight each other like animals. Most of their 'fighters' were teenage girls and young women. The older women, around your age, were forced to be 'breeders'. They would be forced to have babies by the traffickers until they could no longer reproduce. You felt lucky to still fight instead. One of the traffickers, Yami, entered the room. He was a younger man and your main 'coach'. "Up and at 'em, kitty! We've got a newbie waiting for you out in the ring!" You stood and waited as he unlocked the cell. He put a leash on the collar as he stepped inside. He tugged you forward. "Let's go." You only stared forward. "..." You followed him, your gaze stuck on the ground. You soon came to a stop in front of the door that led to the ring. Yami turned to you. "Show this newbie a real fight." You silently nodded and the door to the ring slid up. You crouched and slid inside. The ring wasn't anything fancy. It was a circle of dirt surrounded by wooden walls and posts with a very small viewing area.

On the other side of the ring, you could see a kitsune girl struggling against one of the traffickers. They pushed her into the ring and both doors closed. The announcer began. "In the ring today...We have the stone cat and a little kit! Let's see how long this newbie will last!" With that, the fight began. You knew that here it was kill or be killed and you weren't going to die now. You lunged forward, hardening your tail and hitting the girl with it. The traffickers laughed at the poor kitsune as she hit the wall. However, she got up and charged at you, her ears twitching. 'I'm sorry...' You dug your claws into the girl's back just as you dodged her. You pinned her to the ground, scratching and clawing at her skin. Suddenly, a large shock was sent to your collar, making you yelp. The fight was called and the kitsune girl was taken away. She was bleeding heavily and barely breathing. You were led back to your cell and thrown inside, wincing from your injuries. Yami spoke. "Another fight won, but...you're getting older. It won't be long until a young one takes you down." You looked away. "..." You watched as another trafficker entered the room. Yami turned to them. "What is it?" The other trafficker was frantic. "We're in need of another breeder. Our last one just up and died after 6 years." Yami's eyes met yours, a grin appearing on his face. He gestured to your cell. "I think I have the perfect breeder. She just turned 27 and she's one of the best fighters. She's also incredibly healthy."

The other trafficker looked at you. "Hm...She seems agile and strong. Her skill is unmatched as I've heard. Get her prepared for the process and we'll begin in a few days." Yami nodded. "Of course." You shrunk back from the bars, curling into a corner. You didn't want to be a part of their breeding mill, but there was no possible way to escape without being killed or beaten. 'What do I do...?'

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Aizawa and Present Mic walked through the halls of UA, each of them holding a manilla folder under their arms. Mic sighed. "A trafficking ring? Do we have any other information on them?" Aizawa nodded. "They aren't the usual human traffickers. These ones take mainly females for the prospect of fighting. Most of the women missing have mutation or animal quirks." Mic rose a brow. "Fighting?" The two entered Aizawa's classroom and took their seats at his desk. Aizawa opened his folder and pulled out a photo. The photo showed two young women in a dirt ring. One had wolf features while the other had white cat ears and a tail. They were both bloody and bruised. "For these traffickers, it's like dog fighting but with people. The older women are said to be breeders who produce more fighters." Mic looked up from the folder. "And our mission is to essentially capture these traffickers and save the captives?" Aizawa put another report on his desk. "Yes, but some of the captives may be frightened or fearful and attempt to lash out when we attempt to save them." The two looked through the files, trying to gain as much information as they could.

After a few minutes, Mic looked up at Aizawa. "So far, it seems like they only take women. No men." The dark-haired man pinched the bridge of his nose. "They make these women into fighters. If you were a trafficker, would you want a man who could potentially overpower you or a woman that you know you could overpower at any time? That's probably why." A newspaper article fell out of Mic's folder. "This specific ring seems well known, so how haven't they been caught yet?" Aizawa pulled out a report from the folder. A lot of the information had been censored by black censor bars, but there was still enough readable information. "It's all in these reports. Every sting operation ended with a few traffickers being arrested and indicted. However, the ones that escaped would keep the ring running." Mic leaned back in his chair. "So what's the plan?" Aizawa sighed in annoyance and tapped Mic on the head with the report. "We went over that in the meeting. We'll infiltrate the ring from the inside by going undercover. We will capture the leader and save the hostages."

Mic nodded. "Do we have a number on the captives?" Aizawa closed his folder, placing it in his satchel. "From our sources, there's at least 40 'fighters', not including the breeders." Mic packed up his things before turning back to Aizawa. "When do we leave?" Aizawa walked towards the door.

"Tomorrow."

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You sat in the very back of your cell. You hadn't slept at all the night before since your paranoia was eating at you. The traffickers had removed every girl from the cell block, except for you. The silence was making you even more paranoid. You knew their plans for you, but you had no idea what the process they were talking about was. A few minutes later, footsteps echoed down the corridor. 'They're coming for me...' Yami stopped in front of your cell. He was unsettlingly happy and it un-nerved you to no end. He was quiet as he unlocked your cell and stepped inside. "Here, kitty-kitty. I've got a surprise for you." You hissed at him as he reached for you. He only chuckled as he dragged you out and attached a leash to your collar. He tugged you out of the cell.

"It's your lucky day, kitty. We just got two new members ready and waiting to put some kittens in you."