To Overthrow The Stars

Chapter Forty-Three

Warning: season 7 spoilers, cursing, blood, death, etc.

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All hell broke loose right before my eyes, both literally and figuratively. My left eye sees everything going on in every location around Japan where we're fighting, while my right eye watches the scene before me. I had used my second quirk to get to the Gunga Villa sight, where everyone has gathered, the villains crowding the area once Kurogiri awoke and teleported them here

 I can't help but gasp as the images of blood and death fill my head, making me nauseous from the sheer quantity of images flooding my mind. I see Endeavor with one arm wrestling to keep Touya- in his newest form of glowing madness- from taking the upper hand, and Hawks having his quirk taken away as All for One sets his sights on U.A. and One for All. I also see my classmates being corralled by Sad Man's Death Parade, Twice's quirk being used courtesy of Toga. Everyone is being beat to a bloody pulp and the villains only seem a sliver away from winning.

How long was I gone? I thought it only took me a couple minutes maximum for long distances... I look around aimlessly from the opening of my portal in the sky. I get a bird's eye view of everything both literally and metaphorically, depending on which eye I focus through. I feel a headache begin to throb against my temples and place my hand to the right side of my head.

When I pull my hand away, I see a large, dark patch of blood dripping between my fingers. Damn, how'd I get that? Better yet, when? I ask myself, having been too focused on the situation around me to worry about my own well-being. I push the thought of the excessive amount of blood coming from my head out of my mind. Focusing my energy on the situation before me and pushing the extent of my injury to the back burner, I slip into the void and close my eyes. My energy draws open the sights flashing in my left eye, as if I'm watching slides shuffle across a screen in one of Aizawa's tiring lectures. It's almost as if he projects his tiredness onto his students when teaching them.

Anyways, I draw on my sight to give me hope that somehow, someway, everyone will survive. My hopes are crushed eagerly by reality as the first events unfold, my gaze locking onto the Todoroki situation. Listening as closely as I can, I move my consciousness towards that vision, as if being told by a higher power that I can do so.

Holy shi- I'm literally a ghost. What the hell. I look through my hands as my brain projects itself into reality, the ground visible through my fingertips. Is this what Hagakure feels like? I wonder, trying to touch a nearby tree but my hand just goes through it. I push the thoughts from my mind, everyone else is doing their hardest to stop these lunatics and here I am gawking about being a spirit. I need to get my priorities straight.

The shouting match between a very messed up, glowing Touya and his one arm less father Endeavor ensues. I hold my breath as the stench of burning flesh fills my nostrils then passes through my spiritual head. Fighting the want to cry for Touya and hold him and tell him he'll be okay, I watch as the rest of the Todorokis show up for the family reunion. Shoto is the last to show, and with everyone in the family- besides dad and the first born son- having a form of the mother's ice quirk, I leave this to their capable hands.

My spirit slams back into my physical body and I gasp as my eyes snap open, "Holy crap." I hold onto my chest as if I'll explode. After the feeling of being imploded passes, I shake myself off and close my eyes, "Gotta keep going." I push my consciousness out of my body again and towards the next situation.

Toga and Uraraka are falling from the sky, Uraraka is stabbed and Toga is above her with the knife. Uraraka is floating the whole gosh dang Twice crew and the heroes without even touching them. What. The. Hell. Honestly she's amazing though, so I'm glad her quirk developed in the heat of this battle.

When they fall to the ground I'm there next to them, invisible to the naked eye but still present. Uraraka is losing a lot of blood and Toga breaks out her collar. I still remember her complaining how it didn't make her feel cute, but now that she's been called the cutest in the world by our very own Ochaco Uraraka, I bet even wearing that thing would be cute to her. She breaks off a needle and breaks out some string, sewing Uraraka's knife wound shut.

I guess when Toga cares for someone, she gives her own life for them, "I'll give you every drop of blood in my body." Toga says quietly, so much so that I could barely hear her. Then she sips a bit of Uraraka's blood and transforms into her, although only partially, and sticks her support gear into both of their arms.

I can tell this is a sentimental moment, so I hold back my tears and leave them to their moment. 

The various criminals aiding in our amazingly destructive battle don't surprise me, they all have heroic hearts underneath those villainous personas. I now understand why I've had such a hard time in accepting life as black and white, heroes and villains. Two starkly different people aren't different at all, rather existing in the vast gray area called life.

A goal, my newest and brightest, shines in the confines of my mind. A shimmer of hope on this stained day, and a reason to be motivated in this hellish world those with quirks and those called quirkless live within.

My name is Chikako Hinako, neither good nor evil, Hero nor Villain, but something in between...

...and my goal is to Overthrow the Stars.

Until season eight, my friends. 😉