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Abnormalities

A/N: Anyone who bothers reading these already knows I'm trash, so this post shouldn't be too surprising. AU as always (cuz fuk the canon I do what I want).

Before we get into it, you'd best read this (or don't, because it'll become fairly obvious if you read the fic anyway, so—). I'm also laughing hysterically as I write this A/N because I'm watching Bijuu Mike. But, anyway, this takes place in the EARLY BNHA UNIVERSE WHERE THE GLOWING BABY IN CHINA WAS BORN RECENTLY AND PEOPLE (CHILDREN) MANIFESTING QUIRKS ARE TAKEN INTO GOVERNMENT DETAINMENT CENTERS TO BE EXPERIMENTED ON—

Ahem. I am not sure if this is canon in BNHA (probably not), and the internet offers no answers, so, um, let's do this. The Webtoon 'Super Secret' is a major inspiration to this oneshot.

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"... I beg your pardon?" Sasori drew out, raising an eyebrow that was too perfect to be real. "Sir?" he tacked on without much feeling. Feelings didn't really belong in a place like the Association.

"You heard me." Uchiha Itachi shoved his hands into his pockets as the two slowed their pace in the corridor. He was much younger than Sasori—almost a decade—but he had risen fast in the Association hierarchy, and was high enough to have Sasori defer to him. "I'm talking about the abnormal that we brought in two weeks ago. Since the birth of the Qing Qing baby ten years ago, only few have manifested such abnormalities. She is one of them." The Uchiha spoke in a clinical, business-like tone that left no room for argument, something that both impressed and annoyed Sasori. He was a brat compared to him, but he was still allowed to boss him around. Whether his promotions had anything to do with his father being the head of the Association, he did not deign to find out. "But she is difficult to take care of, thanks to her 'quirk'."

'Quirk'. What an odd, almost comical, nonsensical word. Sasori much preferred the word 'ability'. At least then, it could be taken a little more seriously.

"I want you to look after her," Itachi continued. "Being... what you are, you're immune to it."

"Hmph. Why don't you just come out and say it, Itachi? Sir. Everyone who works in this building is aware of my own 'quirk'." Sasori paused. "Sir."

A coldly amused smile twisted Itachi's lips. It was one that he saved for people like Sasori, people who were not capable of exhibiting a shred of humanity's decent side. One might argue that he was the same, but behind closed doors, his little brother would fiercely argue otherwise. Regardless, he had a grudging respect for Sasori (any man would respect another that willfully cut his body into pieces, even if it was for something as flowery as artistic pursuits). Sasori was quite literally a human-puppet hybrid as well as a mad genius. He had somehow managed to turn himself into an android to prevent himself from aging, something he regarded as a perversion of art. "Like I said," Itachi ignored Sasori's barbed words with practiced ease, "Only few abnormals have ever been captured and contained, so make sure you take good care of her. Treat as you would an endling, the last of her kind."

Itachi stopped in front of a door and opened it, leading Sasori inside. With his back turned, he didn't see the surprise in the cyborg's normally lifeless eyes.

"What..." Sasori marched forward and gave Itachi an accusing glare. "What the hell is this? Sir." 'Make sure you take good care of her'? And then he shows me this freak show?

A girl who could not have been older than ten years old sat tightly bound in a chair, a bind around her eyes and mouth. Her arms were strapped to the chair arms, so rigidly that she wasn't able to move them. There was an IV drip attached to her left arm, and she looked terribly emaciated. Had they even been feeding her? If he didn't know any better, Sasori would have thought that the chair and IV drip were a torture device.