A Quirk Like Mine : A My Hero Academia Fan Fiction

Chpt. 2

I rode in a car. I sat on a dictionary and an old phone book instead of a car seat. My bandaged feet swung back and forth. Not that I ever wanted to touch the floor, which was blanketed with magazines and cans of energy drinks. Wraps coated with ointment hug my ribs and biceps. Mom was the one who did that. According to my Father, I had a horrible rash that bled uncontrollably whenever she wasn't around. Mom was clueless.

My father didn't try to hide his abusiveness from anyone but Mama. No one would try to stop him from hurting me because of his stupid status as a pro-hero. As number 4, and on the list of "Heroes who look like they would be villains," there was probably no way I could escape his wrath. Even in public. So any time that his fists started raining on my back, I would look back up at him with my perfectly plain, apparently quirkless eyes and smile. I would thank him for his time. And then accept the following blows. That was the pattern. 

But today was different. 

Today, he strapped me in the car and told me to be quite. He didn't touch me as he drove to the hospital. I was to young to understand what was happening on my Father's television, only that there was fire. And there were deaths. 

And that something happened to Mama.

When the car stopped, I got out quickly. If I didn't get out fast enough then my Father would lock the doors and leave me in there, with no fresh air to breath or AC to keep me cold. It happened before. 

I followed behind him and his huge steps to the doors of the Hospital. We checked in. He stalked fast. Like the lion that he wore on his suit. The door he stopped at was open. He rushed inside, leaving me to stand in the doorway.

I watch the movements. Hunched. Like she was already gone. My Father was getting angry. I could tell by the set of his shoulders. He almost lunged at one of the Doctors till he was asked to leave the room. 

A Nurse took my hand. She led me inside. The bed Mama laid on was almost as tall as me. Mama looked scary. There were too many parts of her on the outside. She was pale. Her shirt was off to reveal a chest that was raked red and missing meat and bone. One of her breasts was completely ripped off. Collar bone to hip. 

Her face was sunken. Eyes bleeding and nose broken like piece of glass. Her wings were spread out touching the floor, their feathers boiled and chipped at uneven lengths.

"Come here, Kazu." Said Mama. Her breathing was ragged. She was not okay. I did. 

"Kazu baby," She takes my hand. "Does he hurt you?"

Does he hurt me? I nod. 

I cry. 

She does too. My mama. Crying.

"I'm so sorry, my baby." 

She was in so much pain. It hurt. It hurt me so much. She had trusted him. He took so much. He demanded so much, and here she was. She had given everything.

And it was all my fault. 

My fault she fought so hard. For her baby without a quirk. 

Suddenly. I was so angry.

I wanted my Mama.

I wanted my Mom.

And she died holding my hand.

Then I did get a part of her. And a part of the two Doctors in the room.

"Hotaru Kazuya."

I snap upward. The guard steps back from my cell. "Come with me please." 

I stand and my cuffs snap together. The guard keeps one hand on his rifle as he leads me out of the cell and through the hallways of the prison. Less force and manpower than the night before when they had taken me here. Had someone bailed me out? Hatanaka didn't have the money, at least, not any money that he was using for someone other than Yoseiji. Then who paid? It could just be someone visiting. But then again, who?