Shadow Healer

Chp 9

Chp 9

For some reason, the detective and Aizawa's face both twist into a shocked... at least they think it's shocked anyway... and incredulous frown at their answer.

The room is completely silent for a few moments, the detective and Aizawa sharing looks over their head, sharing a conversation they cannot hope to fathom with the end result being Aizawa looking sad but downright murderous and the detective just sad and... well they don't know the other various emotions on his face when he turns back to look at them.

Is it really so shocking that a Quirk doesn't have a name?

"...alright, then for now i'll just call you healer for the rest of this interrogation, next question, what's your age?" He asks next, making them wonder if this is an interrogation or an interview but they answer anyway, after a while of thinking.

Since technically they weren't born, they manifested, based on when they did.... They should be ten? Since their host is fifteen now.

"....ten?" They say, more a question then an answer getting even stranger looks then before.

Maybe they should have said 15? Though that would be a lie and their thinking the detectives Quirk is working on them, given the looks he's sharing with his favourite hero.

"Your... ten?" The detective can't seem to help but ask again, redundant really, but they nod anyway, more positive this time that they are in fact ten years old... or are they eleven? Their host did manifest them early on in the year, shortly after... or was it before? they turned five.

Well whatever they are ten now, they don't care to think to hard on the technicalities.

"Alright... next question, What is your Quirk called, I know it has to do with shadows and healing, as well as some form of teleportation, if your not comfortable sharing more then that's perfectly fine, but it would help if we had at least a name to go by, just for the records" he says and they immediately call bullshit and not just because they noticed Aizawa's face darkening at the question, don't know why and don't care.

Still how on earth do these humans expect him to give a name for a Quirk when they are the Quirk? They don't even have a name!

They don't bother answering that question, just blinks at the man, staring at him so long he turns uncomfortably in his seat.

"...I guess you don't have a name for it then?" He says awkwardly after a short while, shooting a small glare at Aizawa when the man finally notices his snickering.

They nod in answer, if only to hurry this bothersome interrogation up.

"Okay then, those are the... easy questions out of the way, now lets dive into the harder ones, what was your involvement in todays attack on UA?" He asks, finally loosing his smile but they just blink at him, tilting their head and looking at the man strangely before they slowly answer him.

It's surprisingly difficult and uncomfortable answering, since each word feels like they are pushing against a barbed wire, where before they could answer smoothly, with each word flowing like out of a tap, now it feels like they are trying to get water out of a dried up well.

They don't understand why they can't seem to talk now they try anyway, they want to end this quickly, so they ignore the way their voice cracks, ignores their gasping breath (they don't need to breathe so why is it so hard why are they gasping why are they choking why, why, why,) and how it feels like sandpaper fills their mouth.

Ignores all the bad, unfamiliar feelings clogging their chest, how their body twitches and their vision starts to creep with unfamiliar shadows as their head seems to fill with cotton, barely registering how Aizawa quickly wraps their arms back around them, rubbing their back and saying... something they can't seem to hear.

(Why can't they hear? They always can hear, they may not bother registering but they always, always hear so why, why, why)

They just spit out the words through a blocked pipe despite feeling like they are dying with each one.

Can they die if their host doesn't?

"...nothing... just...ugh...no....wan....fav..it...hurt... jus....wa....elp..."

Feeling zapped of strength they lean back against Aizawa's warm chest, hearing, vision, awareness all lost to them for now, they don't sleep, or fall unconscious since that's something they are physically incapable of, being a Quirk and all, especially one made of shadows.

Instead they just proceed to exist, letting their physical body rest while receding their consciousness and lets it meld back into the shadows they came from and for a while.

Just for a while, they are no longer an I or a me, theirs only we, their is only a them.

There is no individuality, just a true one for all and all for one.

There is only the hive, a mind blended alongside trillions of others.

Nothing and everything coexisting all at once and not at all.

For a while, just a short moment.

There is only shadows.