Sanguinarian |Old version|

His origins

Aizawa had been waiting and finally, he had been approached on the matter. "Father, fuku has agreed to meet today. I can take us now if you're ready." he nodded, he wasn't quite sure what would happen but if things went south he would have to keep this dilemma a secret for his grave. "Im ready when you are." Aizawa adjusted his scarf before he felt her cool hand hold his. He noticed how much of a child she could be, but never truly called her out on the matter. A tingling feeling was felt in his stomach as he watched the scenery quickly change from the kitchen of the dorms to the mall shopping district. "I chose a more public place because I wasn't sure if it was safe to meet him alone in a secluded area. I hope this doesn't bother you." she spoke absently as she looked around the entrance of the district.

"It doesn't bother me too much, but do you see him?" her tired father asked as he too looked around. She tugged upon his hand as she was looking off in a more shaded area, he wanted to question the vamp but soon wanted to question the male who was standing the shade with an umbrella in sunny weather. "My lady, I was worried for a moment." fuku addressed as he bowed his head. "Father, this is fuku. The human that I turned." fuku looked to Aizawa with much to no interest, but still respectfully bowed his head. "What's with the umbrella?" Aizawa questioned as he pointed to the large black umbrella. "It is the reason I use my quirk most of the time to communicate now. Let me show you." upon sticking his hand out from under the shade and umbrella, a burning smell and sizzling from his charring skin erupted. Aizawa's eyes widened considerably, when he went to look at his daughter, the look of disgust and distress was evident on her features. Fuku pulled his hand from beneath the burning sun and allowed his hand to heal.

"I am not able to be under the sun any longer but it is no problem for me, please do not fret over such my lady." yet it was evident how she would take the matter. At the state (y/n) was in, it caused her father to take the lead for the moment. "There are tables and chairs with umbrellas we can sit under, will that work for you?" aizawa asked fuku. "Sounds great, shall we?" fuku urged. The raven teacher led the way to the table and sat with (y/n) beside him and fuku across from them. "Well where do I start?" fuku asked as he closed his umbrella and leaned it against the table. "From the very beginning. How you met and up to now. Along with anything else you deem important for us to know." aizawa instructed. "Well, alright. It started maybe a couple weeks after you found her."

It was hot with a slim chance of rain. Thugs that were a little too nasty to not be villains had struck a part of the more lively city. The noise pollution drowned out the sounds of most that would be dying. A sad fate for the unfortunate. Fuku was sadly one of those unfortunate, he was off from his morning shift of 9 to 5 at a nearby supermarket. The male had heard the news of the murders happening around his area and asked for a shift change to ensure his safety. He had walked down the busy road, 5 oclock traffic is no real joke. There was no way he could be targeted. "Good afternoon." a passersby bid as they walked by. "Yes, good afternoon." he answered as he pulled out his house key. Though he wasn't exactly close, he practiced caution when it came to the subject. He turned left and went down his house street, the area was a lot less busier than the main road but there were still enough people for it not to be called desolate.

Fuku walked towards the second house of the street. he walked up the stairway and checked the mail box on his porch. He didn't notice the person who stood behind him. Fuku twisted the key in the lock and pushed the door open, as he did the figure behind him pushed the lad harshly into the house and closed the door behind him. The figure locked the door as fuku quickly turned and crawled backwards from the intruder. "Who the hell are you?" fuku questioned. "Who am I? No! Who are we!" the man yelled as he spit out and olive. The olive split open and three other males emerged from the small green. "You may have seen us on the news." the intruder who was no taller than 3 feet whispered. "Heheheh." another giggled as he watched the blood drain from fuku's face. Fuku opened his mouth to scream but the moment he tried to, he instantly choked on the blood in his mouth.