Hacker [Boku no Hero Academia Fanfic]

Chapter 1

(A/N: Unlike my other books, my main character won't comedic or optimistic, but a robot, but that's how I'll shape her. From the ground up. This story is probably going to lead heavily onto darker topics for a bit and then other topics will be reformation. If you don't like such, I don't recommend it. Please point out any spelling or grammar errors. It will get lighter though, so it won't be fully depressing. Thanks, and enjoy~.)

     Blankly, the girl stared ahead at the teal haired man in front of her. Not even caring about the dim light that would flicker in and out every so often. The chair that she was strapped to was old and rickety with leather bindings around her limbs.

     The man in front of her had hands adorning his whole body, but why would she care? It wasn't her fashion sense either. Her silver eyes went down to the garb she was wearing, a thin, white shirt that made it down to her knees. 

      So, with the knowledge of few words she asked,"Where...?"

     At that response he only grinned, which could easily be past the hand covering his face,"You're in my lab..."

     For an instant, the smile dropped and he hesitantly asked,"Who are you?"

     Of course, the girl pondered on this for a few moments before answering,"... Name... None."

     A large, malicious grin appeared on his face, one more menacing than before,"It seems you're suffering from amnesia."

     Curiously, the child rolled the word over on her tongue,"Am-knee-sha?"

     "Correct."

     She couldn't understand most of the words used, but understood by his happy tone that he was pleased.  Suddenly, a painful coughing overcame her, causing blood to spill on her white clothes. The sudden color of a fluorescent blue surprised her. Her own hair.

     He sighed in response,"I'll have to fix that later..."

     Her head tilted in response, trying to depict on why he would be disappointed in her. 

     "Kumori." he pointed at her,"Your name will be Kumori."

     Kumori then mimicked him, pointing straight to herself and repeated,"Kumori."

    He then shifted his finger to himself and said,"Tomura."

     Again, she copied his actions, like a baby duck imprinting on its mother. Turning away, Tomura Shigaraki held his hands together, blood lust emanating off him in waves. His plan was working. Since she's been wiped, I'll have the chances I need to mold her into a tool to defeat Allmight. Trust has already been established.

     He turned back, a less menacing look on his face, and unlocked the bindings, still analyzing the girl in case it was all acting. Of course, she had no clue about anything but didn't care.

    Kumori herself didn't even understand why she didn't care. She was given a name, why wonder about the old one?

     The mindset she had developed amused the villain, but he thought it probably developed somewhere through... Something she didn't remember.

     "Follow me."

    And the oddly blue haired girl followed him, the soft tapping of her bare feet echoed through the building. There, she was led to a room that was basically all white expect for some red stripes. A somewhat clean mattress was on the floor that had a blanket and a musty teddy bear sitting atop it. There were no windows, but instead a single lamp that sat upon a desk. There was a chair too and a colorful array of art supplies.