Yuki

4: Memories

"Change of plans!" Toga yelled, bursting into the bar. Jackson raised an eyebrow. "We're gonna kill you!"

His eyes widened. "Haha! Got you! We're just gonna keep you hostage." She pulled a camera from behind her back and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Don't tell him I told you this, but he doesn't wanna kill you."

She smiled her insane smile and kneeled. "Smile!" Jackson flipped her off.

Toga pouted. "Don't be mean now. We're being nice!" Jackson rolled his eyes. She giggled and bounded out of the room with her Polaroid.

He rubbed his palms. They weren't open wounds anymore, but still uncomfortable to touch. His bandages are clean although he doesn't remember anyone changing them. He let's his head fall back and hit the chair. He closed his eyes and thought.

He thought about when him and Kai built a tree house in the woods. When Kai fell out of the tree house and sprained his wrist. When he covered the tree house with flowers as a suprise.

He thought about when they drive a car for the first time and almost ran into a pole. When they got their first job and made minimum-wage at a chain restaurant.

He thought about when Kai became a pro-hero accomplice while he went to college. He kept close tabs on Kai's adventures. He would run into burning buildings to save people. One fateful day, the LOV attacked.

Why him?

~

Dabi's boots clicked on the concrete floor. Jackson did not open his eyes. "Go away." He heard a knife unsheathing. "Just kill me already." Dabi moved closer. "Please."

He felt Dabi pull on the rope, then it loosened. He opened his eyes. Dabi had a camera set up behind them. He saw himself in the reflection on the lens. He looked terrible. His hair had lost most of its volume and was greasy looking. He had dark bags under his eyes. He was paler than usual. He looked so fragile.

The rope on his wrist was cut. He put his hand infront of his face. There was a mark on his wrst where the rope was. He pulled up the bandages and checked his palm. Mostly healed. "Your hands." Dabi remarked, "They're gonna scar."

His other hand was cut free. He would've punched Dabi, but he held back. He was pulled onto his feet. He wobbled but steadied himself. Dabi put a blindfold over his eyes and guided him through the bar.

He heard a heavy metal door opening, and he was shoved out onto the street. He tore his blindfold off.. He didn't bother looking back at the bar. He stumbled down the sidewalks until he found an area that looked familiar

He shoved his key into his front door, hands unsteady, and turned. His house was still the same, although a little dusty. He entered the bathroom and undressed, slowly. He looked at himself in the mirror. He ran a hand through his greasy, messy hair. He touched his somewhat exposed ribcage. He shivered.

He stared at the ceiling in the shower.

I wish I did more.

Why didn't I kill them while I had the chance?

Why him?

He sunk to the floor and put his knees to his chest. He sat and he cried. He cried until his chest hurt and his head ached.

~

After his pity-shower, he put on the lowest effort clothing he could find. He fell onto his bed and closed his eyes.

His phone rang. He ignored it. It rang again. He ignored it. The third time, he picked it up and answered with "What."

"Mr. Alastor?"

Aizawa.

"This is he."

"Are you okay? Did they let you out?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." I'm really not "They let me out, I'm at my house right now. When should I come back?"

" I'm glad you're safe. You don't have to come back immediately. Actually, for both your and the students sakes, give it a week, at least."

"Mhm. Bye."

He slammed the phone on his nightstand. Everything he wanted to say had left his mind. How long was I gone? Is everyone okay? Did you capture anyone from the League?

He groaned into his pillow then threw it across the room in frustration. He curled up into a ball and fell asleep.