Reap What You Sow / A BNHA Story

~Prologue~

It's a funny thing, fear. 

Most deny it. Deny the petty, universal fears such as heights, spiders, the dark. Whether they believe it portrays them as weak, or its a punch to their weak ego, they'd go to frightening lengths to shut down any assumptions about the struggles they face.

Others accept them. The brave ones they are. But of course, there's something they wish to gain from acknowledging their weaknesses. To fight them? Childish, none can go against an invisible monster. No spears, swords, or guns are strong enough to fend off that which we cannot control. Maybe they wish to learn from them, find the reasoning behind those unwanted feelings. Childhood trauma? Lingering demons? Whatever it may be, no matter how successful you are in understanding the things that scare you, they'll follow you to every inch of the world. To every accomplishment, every downfall, every tear of joy, or weeps of sadness. You'll never really rid of it.

I'm not arrogant, nor am I humble, so I do the next best thing. I run.

It's embarrassing really. Running away from something that's always following you. It's like running away from yourself. The version of yourself you're ashamed of, the version you've been taught to despise. So am I really the fool to run away from that? Am I so dishonourable so as to ignore what scares me from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes? 

It doesn't matter now anyways. Not when my pants are ripped and my knees are raw from the impact of the rough surface beneath me. Not when my tears are but dried remnants on my cheeks, staining my face with the harsh wind beating my skin as I sprint through traffic, angry pedestrians honking at my disruption to their pathetic day; making extra effort to roll their car windows down and throw obscene curses at me as if it would mean anything at the end of the day. You'd think that the first reaction people would have to a disturbed and bloodied teenager is concern. But that's a laughable thought, a wrong judgement of character, because why would they? Concern is earned. For the most part, it's a lie. 

I don't remember what I was running from anymore. I think it's satisfying, an adrenaline rush; to run until your feet give out. But as all bursts of energy begin, they come to an unfortunate end. Mine is standing in front of a road intersection, cars raging around him yet he stays smiling his big toothy grin in his tight fitting yellow, red, blue and white suit, with two ridiculous blonde strands of hair sticking up on his hair like some bizarre fashion statement.

Leave it up to me to come across the number one hero whilst running away from my families murderers. There's something about the 28th of March that doesn't resonate well with me. It's like the day I was born is a bad omen for me and everyone that has the pleasure of being in my life.

There was two options here. Run, what a surprise, and risk being caught knowing that I'm not exactly free of sin, or bargain my way through to the hero's good graces. None seemed pleasurable, so I went for what required less physical exertion. 

"All Might, thank goodness you're here."  My voice carries through well enough, only slightly out of breath. I make a show of looking distressed and in pain, clutching my stomach as if the blood staining my sweatshirt is mine. 

"Young child, I've finally made your acquaintance. Though I really do wish I'd have found you in better conditions." His voice echoes with a weird aura of confidence laced in his words. Confidence should be a positive trait, but on him, it looks disgusting.

"Would your better conditions play out with me in handcuffs and strapped in the back of a police car?" 

Way to play the sympathy seeking weak teenage girl.

"Can we continue talking somewhere that won't disturb busy sunday traffic?"

"I don't know, I think I'm better off not speaking at all." Though in truth, I'd rather not be in the middle of an angry mob of office workers, but being stubborn, it's hard to comply without making him work to get me to do what he wants. But I'm a girl of common sense, so I jog to the side of the curb, making sure I wave and smile to those flipping me off.

I sit on the wet grass next to a school crossing sign, leaning on the metal pole as exhaustion finally settles into my body. All Might follows after me, sitting down in the same manner, but instead of laying in fatigue, he's sitting upright while facing me with that excruciating smile on his face.

"Take it away number one hero. Handcuff me, send me into prison, interrogate me. Do your worst." It's safe to say most of the fight left in me died out. For the moment that is, after a proper meal and a good night's sleep I'd escape jail, as expected, and I think he knew that; which is why I didn't hear the sound of sirens or hoards of policemen.

"I will be doing none of that child, though I do want you to lend me an ear. I have an offer you might be keen to accept." 

An offer? That was new. What else would be a worthy offer except being clear of all my crimes and many more to come? I knew as well as any that was out of the question, and like any offering, it came with a price.

"I've spoken with board members at U.A high school about you potentially becoming a student there, and after discussing the idea with the police department, they've agreed to let you undergo compensation there. I guess you could say they left you in our hands. You've caused quite the stir these last few years young girl." He says the last comment with a wink, as if my actions level up with petty crimes like stealing, and not ones that warrant a much higher penalty, like murder.

Hold the fuck up. Hold. The fuck. Up.

It's safe to say that for every upcoming 28th of March, I am staying home. 

Home. Where even is that anymore?

I laugh, full deep throated cackles ringing through the now busy streets. All Might appears confused, unsure whether to view my reaction as positive or troubling. "You're asking me to become a student at your school? You do realise what you're doing, right? You're practically signing yourself up for becoming number one enemy inviting a villain like me." I chuckle some more, the idea truly ignorant and foolish.

"You're not a villain. Troubled, problematic, yes. But you're still a child." He says, attempting to diffuse the situation.

"Please spare me the good talk, I know you think I'm a villain beyond repair. Don't you see what I am? They call me The Reapers Child  for goodness' sake." This whole situation is humorous, a hint of comedy in my twisted day.

"No one save for myself and a few other members of the hero faculty have seen your face and know that it is the one matching to the distinguished felon. You're the only one who believes you're beyond being saved. You've given up at becoming a better person. Truth is, there's no one holding you back but yourself. Do you really care what they say? Do their words hold merit over you? I get backlash every day from anti-hero's, yet I don't let them lessen my strive. Young one, you are but a misunderstood child. But it's up to you to prove that you're more than what they make you out to be. And you can do that, by coming to U.A. Your quirk is powerful, it's dangerous, but unique. You can learn to use it for good. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He stands, offering me his hand.

That was a little harsh; but a charming speech nonetheless.  Any other criminal would fall to their knees, head bowed and hands begging, laying out their life at a chance of forgiveness. Then again, other villains aren't given an opportunity such as this. He doesn't understand me. How could he when his power is used to defeat the very people I surround myself with, the very person I am? I'm useful is what this is. They can't control me, so they may as well use me, right? I can't blame them, with a quirk like mine, I'd be persistent in obtaining its benefits too. 

I was tired. So very tired. And quite frankly, homeless, and an orphan, though I was that long before I found my adoptive guardians dead at my feet. I take his outstretched hand.

"Alright hero. I'll let you sway me just this once. Let's see what U.A is all about."

I stand, plastering my most grateful smile. 

"Wonderful, I assure you you'll be most surprised to see what awaits you. Welcome...?" He pauses, not having seemed to caught my name. Not that I'd given it to him, The Reapers Child  is growing on me, but if I'm to create a new image for myself, I figure I should start at the basics.

"Kaida. My name is Sunako Kaida."