Gently~Neito Monoma X OC

Mistakes Have Been Made

Hana's POV:

I wiped away the tears that lingered on my face and followed the sound of sniffling. It led me to an almost empty alleyway. I could just barely make out a little boy sitting at the end of it. He was hunched over with his head in his hands. I rushed towards him and realized he was covered in small cuts and bruises.

"What are you doing down here?" I asked and he just shrunk back against the wall.

"Where are my manners, my name is Yamada Hana. I'm Present Mic and Eraserhead's daughter, I can help you." I reached out a hand to him, but his eyes were staring at some thing just behind me.

"The daughter of two pro heroes? The boy wouldn't be worth much, but, you would fetch a pretty penny or perhaps the boss would prefer to keep you." I heard a gruff voice behind me, but before I could get a look at who it was, he hit me with something and I blacked out.

I woke up to freezing cold water being poured on me. I sat up and I was sitting in the middle of a room, surrounded by people in weird masks. My eyes flitted over each of them as my heart sped up and tears burned my eyes again.

"Come on, Dollface. You're so much prettier when you smile." One of them cooed at me from the corner.

"The ones that cry are always more fun." One said to another.

"I heard she was the daughter of two pro heroes, do you really think she is?"

"Obviously not, the daughter of two pro heroes wouldn't be stupid enough to get herself kidnapped."

"Silence!" Someone shouted and the crowd quieted down.

Tears were still running down my face and I could hardly breathe. My mind was racing and my stomach was twisted into knots, I felt like I was going to be sick.

"Step away from the girl. I wish to look her over before I decide what to do with her." It was a woman who had silenced the room. She was tall and curvaceous and wearing a dingy nurses uniform, but her face was obscured by a terrifying gas mask.

She walked towards me, heels clicking on the stained concrete floor that I sat on. "Get up."

I just sat and stared at her. What was going on? Where was I?

"I said, get up!" She shouted as her foot made contact with my face.

My mouth was flooded with the metallic taste of blood as I stood up. She roughly grabbed my face and turned my head from side to side. She ripped my school shirt open, poking and proding at my ribs as I attempted to cover myself with my arms.

She shoved my arms away from my chest before slapping me across the face. She examined my chest as I shifted awkwardly under her gaze. She walked behind me before lifting up my skirt and almost immediately putting it back down.

She thought for a moment before walking in front of my again. "Open."

I just gave her a confused look. What did she want me to do? Again, she slapped me, a searing pain burning across my cheek.

"Open your mouth." She comanded, and I did as she said.

She stuck her fingers in my mouth, feeling and examining all of my teeth. Then, she suddenly shoved them as far down my throat as she could. I doubled over as my stomach heaved and I paid a visit to the food I had eaten this morning. I placed my hands on my knees and panted as a sickening feeling tore through my stomach again.

"You're pathetic. No one would pay more than two hundred dollars for a girl with a gag reflex like that. You look nice on the outside, but once they found out that you aren't going to be able to fufill your duties they'll cause a scene and demand a refund. I don't like killing my customers, but if I have to I will." She mumbled almost to herself.

"Why don't you keep her, Madam? You haven't kept one of the girls in a long time." Someone hidden behind a plain white mask offered.

"What a wonderful idea, we deserve to have a little bit of fun don't we?" She smirked down at me before slamming her foot into my face again. That's when everything went dark.

Aizawa's POV:

~Time Skip~

"Hizashi, calm down. We're going to find her, I promise. The police are looking too." Tears fell down my cheeks even as I tried to hold it together.

"What kind of hero am I if I let my own daughter get kidnapped?" Hizashi shouted through his tears.

"Hizashi, it's not your fault. Do not start blaming yourself for what happened, do you understand me?"

"Yeah, dad, don't blame yourself...blame me. I-I saw her run away...and I...I didn't go after her!" Sayuri cried out as she rushed over to the two of us on the couch.

"Honey, it's not your fault either. There's really nothing we could've done, alright. We'll bring her back, I promise." I kissed the top of her head.

It had been almost a week since Hana went missing and Sayuri had been blaming herself ever since. She was the last of the three of us to see her. So, she feels like it's all her fault.

She clutched onto my shirt, just like Hana did just a few days ago. Hizashi wrapped his arms around her and I pulled the both of them as close as I could. We had to get through this. I needed them to believe me, even if I wasn't sure if what I had told them was true.

Would we be able to bring Hana back?

(Okay wow... I really dont know how to write kidnapping and violence. Hana's part was probably bad, but oh well. I'm just gonna blame it on how late it is! Goodbye!)