To Become An Angel (MHA Story)

A Sad Beginning: Part II

~~Six Years Later~~

Sitting alone in a bare room wearing her signature blindfold and hands bound to the rope tied around her waist, Yukiko listened to the sounds of men meandering the area outside. The sound of a radio or television softly broadcasting the news in Hosu could be heard from outside her room. Hearing the news was the only way for Yukiko to keep up with the current events around her city and country. Although, whenever the segments involving missing people came on, the men would change the station. It hurt not knowing if her father was looking for her, but she never truly had hope that he was to begin with. As she grew up in the confines of that small room in Daichi's base, her theories about her father decreased to one assumption. She understood that her mother was young when she became pregnant and had to leave her high school in order to take care of her. The assumption was that her father wanted nothing to do with either of them because it could possibly ruin his career as a Pro Hero. Thoughts of her Uncle Hizashi suddenly came to mind, but it would seem that he had forgotten about her when they moved away to Hosu. She hadn't received any communications from the eccentric male, and she only assumed that he was still good friends with her father.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of shouting somewhere within the base that Daichi had created. Footsteps could be heard thundering around before the door to her room slammed open and someone rushed in. A rough hand forced her to stand before dragging her out of the room and down the hall.

"I've brought her." The man panted as he shoved the girl in front of him.

"Good, now we can have her heal him before he dies." Daichi's voice echoed around the room.

"He's got some pretty serious wounds. Are you sure that she will be able to save him?" Another man spoke hesitantly.

"Of course she can." Daichi scoffed loudly as he grabbed the girl's hand and dragged her to the side of the table.

Whispering threats in her ear harshly, Daichi placed the girl's hand on the body of the wounded man. Slowly, white feathery wings formed onto her back and several feathers fluttered down. Once the feathers touched the man's skin, a warm glow illuminated from those feathers and the men that surrounded them could see the wounds begin to close up while the feathers soaked up the blood. Once the blood was soaked up by the feathers, the light diminished and the feathers turned to ash. Sighs of relief resonated around the room as the once wounded man sat up from the table with little difficulty. Moments later, a hand gently gripped onto the girl's arm and began to lead her back to her room. The walk was silent and leisurely, but the girl couldn't help but feel frustrated for being forced to use her quirk to help these evil people. As much as she wanted to rebel against them, her fear of them trumped her will. The beatings she received from Daichi during the first few years replayed in her mind and she shuttered in fear of them repeating in reality. She was taken from her thoughts when the man gently pushed her into her room and closed the door behind her. The lock softly clicked and the man's footsteps began to get further away.

This has been her life for the last five years. Locked in a room with minimal meals and the only contact with humans she had was when she was being forced to heal them. A younger man would visit her room once a day with tray of food and would feed her since her hands were tied down by her waist. At first, the young man wouldn't speak to her other than when he was letting her know that he was helping her eat. After several months of visitation, the young man finally began speaking to her about random things. Even though she couldn't see him, Yukiko could tell that he was nicer than the rest of the men that stayed at the hideout. She learned that his name was Kurogiri and he was the guardian of a troubled teenager. Yukiko enjoyed having conversations with Kurogiri, but she always felt that there was something wrong with the man. Whenever he would help feed her, she could feel something wispy against her skin. It was as if he did not have a full physical body, and she felt that he was hiding something from her. She had tried to get a glimpse of him by asking him to remove her blindfold, using an excuse about her eyes needing to be worked or else she would go blind. It never did work though, as he would just chuckle and tell her that she didn't need to worry about her eyes. Regardless, she had grown wary of the man as time continued on.