"RAITO! Give it back!"
A little girl screamed. She was chasing after a boy with brown hair. "That's not funny!" The girl complained, but the boy refused to stop running. They chased each other through halls and corridors, accidentally pushing over a few people in the process. "Raito!" The girl pleaded once more, "give it back!"
Raito turned around, palm facing her. With one quick motion, he sent volts of electricity flying through the air. Surprised, the girl stepped back, the bolts hitting innocent bystanders. After knowing that the people were in no immediate danger, the girl began her pursuit again, hopefully for the last time. She dashed towards him as fast as her legs would carry her. With one last burst of energy, she grabbed the box he held in his right hand.
"Hey-" Raito began, just as the girl delivered a round house kick. Raito came crashing to the floor. "How was that Lightning Loser?" The girl taunted. Laughing, Raito replied, "not bad Queen Quickless." Offended, the girl delivered one final blow, kicking Raito's leg. "OUCH!" Raito complained.
"SILENCE! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL THIS?"
A voice came suddenly, causing everyone's eardrums to burst. There stood a man in a business suit, his brown hair combed back with an abundance of gel. "Well? Is anyone going to answer?" Raito coughed to get his attention. "Oh, not you again..." the man sighed, rubbing his temples. Raito looked at the man, "We were just having a little fun, right Ayumi?" Annoyed that she was dragged into trouble for the billionth time, she backed him up reluctantly, "well, you did say to make this home right? And what could be more homey than having children running around and electrocuting themselves?" Chuckling, the man gently rubbed Ayumi's head. "Adorable as always" he said, Raito mumbling in the corner. The fact that the man was being so nice to Ayumi seemed to bother him greatly. "You love her more than your own son..."
The man looked at his son in disapproval. Raito crossed his arms and made a face that made him look very constipated. "Mr. Torasu, he's just jealous, because I'm better." Ayumi said smugly. He looked at her, outraged, "I am not!" He protested. "Enough! Both of you, back to your rooms!" Torasu yelled, moving his hands around. Suddenly, the air around them began to twirl according to his instruction. And a tornado materialized in front of the two children. They held their ground as the tornado suddenly vanished, leaving the corridor a mess.
Mostly annoyed, the two of them parted ways. Raito was heading for the "Quirk A" ward. The walls were made of titanium and the floors were wooden and fireproof. Everything there seemed very indestructible and new. Ayumi on the other hand, was heading in a more dicey area. The whole area looked extremely old and broken. The floors were burnt and the walls had giant claw marks on them. However, despite the circumstances, Ayumi didn't seem very afraid nor disgusted. "Well," Ayumi told herself, strolling down the ghetto hallway, "another day in the 'Quirkless X' ward..."
Ayumi understood her situation very clearly, get a useful Quirk or work for them. It was simple yet life changing. She was only 4 years old, but she knew that if she didn't develop a useful Quirk soon, she would have to work there for the rest of her life. "Forever..." Ayumi mumbled, "in Korosei Q"
'Korosei Q' was a non government funded group. In fact, the government had no idea it even existed. They were a secret organization that captured young children and raised them to be rogue, mysterious and with no records. They were vigilantes, the heroes of the night. Or even villains, they didn't really care. So as long as they earned money. Ayumi was part of the Quirkless batch of children. So she was treated like garbage, being ordered around even if she was not technically Quirkless yet. But the children did not choose this life. Ayumi, like many other children, was captured, taken away from their parents as babies. But little did Ayumi realize that this organization would soon come to an end.
As Ayumi walked through the corridor, she would fidget with wires and little pieces of machinery. She was making a small music box with a few gears and strips of metal. But before they came together, a boy with orange hair smacked the pieces out of her hands. "How's that, Mistress of Misery?" He taunted, bright yellow eyes filled with glee. "You're gonna end up a slave just like the rest of 'em" he sneered, showing of his incomplete set of yellow teeth. Ayumi ignored him, picking up the pieces of the music box that was now scattered across the floor. He boy seemed irritated, so he grabbed a piece and turned it into a mini soldier. It was realistic and extremely small. "You're just picking on me because you are sad that you can change anything but your ugly face" she said, putting a lot of emphasis on the last three words. Outraged, he walked up to her and pushed her over, the music box spread out once more. "Is there a problem, Yanagisawa?" Ayumi asked innocently. "The problem," Yanagisawa said menacingly, "are all you Quirkless actin so high and mighty, when really, all of you are pathetic wannabes." On that note, he kicked the pieces on the ground, the sound of bouncing metal echoing through the halls.
Once he was gone, Ayumi let out a loud sigh. Picking up the pieces for the second time, Ayumi decided to call it a day. She picked up the last gear and headed straight for her room. She arrived at a rusty metal door, the hinges almost completely covered in rust. There were also several blood stains from former occupants. And fights that she got herself into. Feeling lonely and miserable, she opened the door with a loud creak.
"I'm back" she said aloud, making her feel this tiny bit of hope that her mother was there, waiting for her. But she wasn't. Ayumi only knew her mother by stealing her files from Mr. Torasu. Her name was Uraraka Occhaco. Otherwise known as 'Uragravity', the famous hero who works closely with the great Deku. "That's probably why they took me..." Ayumi thought, placing the broken music box on the half burnt desk.
Ayumi prepared to go to sleep, changing into some decent pajamas. Before she went to bed however, she stared at her creation. She was reminded of herself. "I guess it's for the best if they never know..." she whispered, reassembling the pieces with her mind.
