To Hold On

5

*Shota Aizawa's point of view*

I sat on top of a building two buildings over from my target. I had been working with several other hero agencies for almost a year to take down an omega sex trafficking ring and we were hitting them tonight as soon as they believed that they were safe on the road. He watched with precision as they moved cage after cage out of the ware house and into the wakeo brand washing truck. He felt anger for the poor people that were in the cages like animals. As they finished loading the truck and slammed the door shut locking it, the last of four trucks. Drivers loaded into their trucks an accompanying passenger, no doubt armed, I made my move silently stalking across the roof tops and silently dropping down onto the top of the final truck, and hunkering down for the trip seeing four other underground heros do the same on the other three trucks I nodded my head silently acknowledge them, and receiving similar nods back. All of us knowing the plan. Thirty minutes into the quiet ride the motor convoy came to a sudden stop that the other hero and I expected, cars suddenly lining, and stopping on all sides of the trucks to bring them to a stop as mutiple officers and heros came from everyside. I quickly ran to the trailer part of the truck and busting out the passenger window before the men inside had time to react making contact with the passengers head. I quickly activated my quirk as I looked at the plain looking driver his fist balling as he took a swing at me as I threw the knocked out passenger out of the door , doging in the small area of the vehicle I swing back hitting him across the face before grabbing the collar of his black shirt and tossing him out of the truck as well to even the fighting ground out.

*Back to the original 3rd person pov*

Loud noises sounded all around the trailer startling the omegas in there, all except one, the one who had been in this organize's hands for the longest she just stayed silent listening, and despite herself hoping that it was finally the heros her dad had told her about. Soon though she whipped that thought from her brain knowing that the last three times that this had happened it just ended up being a rival organization and they were shuffled between winners. All of them kept the same schedule for which Sora was thankfully for.
On the outside of the trailer heroes numbering in the forties were fighting the most trusted 'movers' of the organization, which just so happened to be the ones' with the strongest quirk, and best fighting chances so that they wouldn't lose any of their 'cargo' if they were attacked. However luck was not on their side this time as eight against forty or more heroes was in no way and even fight the quickly found. The noises all around the trailers had more than a few shrieks ringing out from the back of them. The people in there much to a tired looking heroes disheartening were quite obviously terrified and he needed to get this over with so that they could begin to free them, but during the fight the safest place for each of these innocents was in fact in the trailers. With his thoughts being distracted a very large man with purple tentacles instead of hair was able to land a harsh hit to his ribs. On the inside of her trailer Sora strained to listen to see if she could figure out which side was coming. At this point she would simply prefer to stay with the known danger instead of going into a new danger completely unknown to her.
After what felt like seconds, but was a lot closer to five minutes the sounds of fighting ceased as loud sirens rang out causing the girl to flatten her ears to her head at the sudden noise. Only minutes later the trailer door was raised with a loud creak startling most of the omegas in the small area.
"Oh god." A female hero, with dark blue-black hair lightly tanned skin and a tight corset on, said gasping as she covered her mouth. She had not been one of the heroes scouting instead lying in wait for the caravan to get within range. The sight that beheld her was, cage upon cage stacked and cramped into the eighteen wheeled trailer. Children were crammed into each of the cages each one curling in on itself as the door opened multiple shaking in fear, and a few whimpering. Similar gasps were heard around her as they took in the sight. A forensics photographer quickly took a photo of the back of the trailer, so that the heroes and emergency personnel could get to work unloading cage by cage the small humans inside and getting them medical care.
A much too young, himself hero with giant red wings took the first move sending several feathers up to guide the first row of cages of the first stack so that heroes closer to the ground may get the children out. One trailer was full of children looking to be between the ages of three and ten, the next full of adults, the next full of teens, and the final one was what some of the newer captures called the survivors they had been there the longest.
The hero ectoplasm, whose quirk made it where he could make clones of himself was helping several people from their cages and helping them towards the triage area. Where they would be looked over, and briefly questioned before being sent out to a hospital for care. Almost every one of them left the cage as soon as they were told they were safe. Sora was the first one on the last row of the last stack of cages to be pulled out of the truck. She stayed curled in her ball watching everything around her. She had never seen anything like this. The amount of noise overwhelmed her delicate ears and alphas, betas, and omega walked around all around the outside of her cage. A man in a funny looking light blue shirt, dark blue pants, dark blue vest, and a matching hat came by carrying a camera, which, to Sora looked like a giant box. She stared at it in confusion not speaking when a bright flash of light went off in her face, blinding her momentarily. She blinked away the dots and made a mental note to not look directly at those boxes again, as they seemed to know when you did and would punish you. Despite herself she couldn't help to watch everything around her in wonder, she had never been outside, but for a few brief moments while being moved from one place to another. There were flashing lights and white ones lighting up the black concrete her cage sat on colors of blue and red flashing across everything. People were talking all around her.
A female alpha walked up to Sora's cage, the next in a long line of people who had tried to get her out. "Hi, my name is Kayama Nemuri, and I'm the R-rated hero: Midnight." The woman said kneeling down onto her knees and reaching out to open the cage door.
"If everything else fails, I want you to move your body any way you can kicking out screaming, and hitting anything you can reach don't stop until they let you go, and then you run and don't stop until you find a hero." Her father's words rang in her ears again for the first time in years. The girl let out a growl as she did anytime someone tried to open her cage. "One day if I'm not with you and you need to tell if someone is a hero or not, this is how you do it. Pretend you don't understand what they are saying, and any hero worth their money is at least got the basics of a second language. Villans don't seem to care to often to learn a second language, and civilians they usually wait around for a hero to save them. If they pass the language test then immediately ask them for their hero Id and a photo Id and make sure that everything including the pictures, and person match the Id cards. Finally if all of that checks out bite both Ids in the corner, and if it leaves small indents like the plastic spoons we sometimes get then it is more than likely real, if it tears or is papery then it's a fake."
The hero's eye grew wide at the hiss. "It's okay I'm here to help you." Midnight said going to open the cage door, at this Sora bared her kitten fangs eye narrowing dangerously. None of the heroes before her had wanted to push this far, but she was the last now the last one in a cage dispite them trying to reassure her. Midnight had been sent over to try and get her out and if not try using her quirk to put the small child to sleep. Despite the warnings the girl was giving and the way she curled into a ball, Midnight pressed on opening the cage, causing the girl to let out a low growl and pull in closser to herself. Midnight began letting a little of her fragrance out so that the girl would relaxe and fall asleep, as she reached into the cage. The girl was quick to react as soon as the woman's hand got to close to her biteing down as hard as she could. Midnight quickly let as much of her quirk flow out towards the girl as possible, only angering or perhaps freighting her more. Midnight pulled back quickly to give her quirk time to work but the girl just kept staring at her and hissing, ears down to let Midnight know how agitated she was.
Midnight held her bleeding head to herself as she gave her quirk a few minutes to work, yes her quirk worked better in males, but usually with the amount of fragrance she let off even the strongest alpha female would be out within three minutes. The girl however just stayed agitated, maybe even more so. Midnight sighed standing and backing away. She walked over to where all the other heroes were sitting and let them know what happened. "I don't know what we should do." She sighed looking at those around her. A small frail looking woman walked up to her hand and then kissing it. Midnights hand was healed almost instantly. "Thank you Chiyo." She said and looked to those around her.
"I'll give her a try, but after that we are going to have to tranqe dart her and take her out." Aizawa said tiredly walking towards the girl. He quickly walked off to the last cage which had been partially covered with a metallic looking emergancy blancket, as the girl wouldn't take the blanket, it was snowing, and all the people from the cages were completely nude, with no protection from the elements. He wairily walked towards the cage sitting about five feet infront of it. He took a good look into the cage seeing a small girl. Her hair was so dirty and matted that he couldn't make out a color to it, her skin was pail as porcailen with dark bruises splotched all across her. She looked to be barely four years old. Her eyes were a distinctive heterochromatic pair one ruby red, and the other a mix of steel blue and neon green, with slit irisis much like a cats. She had deep blue, almost black cat ears and a tail that matched softening in color towards the end. She was curled against the back of the cage her body in a ball. Her eyes glared back at him from over her knees.
"My name is Aizawa Shota, the underground prohero Eraserhead." He said quietly making no move towards her. The girl narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to the side causing the man to come to a realization. "You don't speak Japanese, do you?" He asked to himself not giving away any emotion trying to think back over his basic knowledge of English. Hizashi would ring his neck if he knew how much he was struggling to come up with the right words to say to the small child. "N-name Aizawa Shota, down below prohero Eraser head." He said in broken English just watching the girl.
Her eyes widened a fraction as her hands moved away from her body slightly to sign. "Hero ID and Photos ID" she signed in JSL. He raised an eyebrow at her. Realizing she had been testing to see if he was actually a hero.
"Okay, but they are in my wallet, which is in my back left pocket." He said putting both his hands up before reaching behind him with one, not failing to notice how she studied his every move. He slowly pulled both cards out moving forward slightly and sliding them into the bars of the cage and than backing back up. As soon as he was a safe disstance away, she snatched the two cards and studdied them, not failing to glance at the man every few seconds. When she was satisfied with what she was seeing she put both of them up to her mouth softly biting them both in the corner and than studying them again. A smile grew largely across her face as something shined in her eyes.
"You really are a hero." She signed excitedly. "You finally came." She said tears glistening at the corner of her eyes.
"Yes, I am. Is it okay if I help you out of the cage." He asked gentaly noticing the change in the child, he hadn't even realized at this point that he had begun letting out a calming scent. She gentaly nodded her head. Now longer growling or hissing as he got closer to the cage. He gentaly opened the door, that had been left unlocked and extended his hand. The girls hand shook as she offered it back to him crawling the few inches to the front of the cage. He helped her over the small lip. Once she was out he took his own jacket off, and wrapped it around her. She was nearly drowned by it's size but held tightly to it's size as she slowly tried to stand up. As soon as she was standing her knees gave way. Aizawa reacted before he could think as he caught her before she hit the ground. She went stiff as a board as soon as he had her in his old body lightly shacking. He lowered her back down on to her knees so that she wouldn't make a hard impact onto the asphalt. When she was safely back on the ground he went to let her go and step back so she wouldn't be frieghtend only to have her small hands grip tightly onto his shirt. Noticing this he gentally ran one of his hands over the back of her head.
"Is it okay for me to pick you up, and carry you?" He asked genitally, he could never get used to this, but it's what the small omega knew and much to his displeasure he was certain somewhere off to the side Nemuri was most deffintaly recording this interaction to send to his husband. The girl nodded her head soon monments after the question left his mouth so he gentaly shifted her so that her arm was under her knees and the other across the top of her back. She layed her head onto his shoulder hands still gripped tightly into his shirt. For Sora this was the most conforting touch she had, had in over three years and it calmed something in her, that she didn't even know had been burning in desire. Sora was confused at first about why, or how even, but she couldn't find it in herself to let go of the hero even as he had her held securely in his arms.