My Anime Game Life! - My Hero's Rising

Paralogue 1: SXp1bWk=

Her entire life, she had grown up wishing for only one thing.

It wasn't some sort of lust for power, or desire for wealth like most mortal fools in this world of theirs dream of—how pathetic of these sort of men, who are so materialistic and want something that is absolutely useless to them.

No. She was so much simpler, actually, much much more simpler. Instead, she wanted to be with her brother again.

Izuku.

There was a dream she has... or, more of a wish, one she wanted to come true. But the dream was simple; she wanted to reunite with her brother, and return with him to their home. She'd be able to be with her mother, the woman who should have given birth to her, and she'd live with her family for the rest of her days. Everything would be perfect.

But... But it wasn't meant to be, because she was a weapon to the league. Had she known, she would have left, and now... now, she was too late.

After the fight, she had been swallowed up by the black abyss, feeling like she was falling down a rabbit hole until she crashed down onto solid floor. She could do nothing but let out a strangled cry, and a couple of men rushed over to keep her down on the ground, the girl already trying to squirm her way out of their touch.

It felt wrong. So wrong. It felt like they were trying to suffocate her, and she wanted to leave this room that smelt like alcohol and old wood.

It's home, but she doesn't want to be here.

It takes some time to realise that she was being dragged to a separate chamber, one that she doesn't remember seeing before, strapped to an operation desk frequently used in surgeries. Surgery. She started panicking, body beginning to shake.

She caught sight of Tomura somewhere to the side, shooting him a desperate look. "To-Tomura..! Let me out of this!"

"Oh, don't you worry a thing, dear sister. We're just going to fix you," he says, crossing his arms but closing his eyes. "It'll be over in a jiffy, so just... Just get it done with, Doctor."

"Comme tu le dis, jeune maître."
"H-Huh?"

The voice that spoke up came from the shadows, forcing her to tilt her head slightly upwards to see whoever it was, even as some of the thugs continued to tighten the straps. He was tall, approximately 1.9 metres in height, wearing dark black robes that made it hard for her to see him. It was only when he stepped out of the darkness did she finally see the mask.

White. A plague doctor mask, made out of ceramic.

"W-What... Who are you..?" She asked, disturbed by the mask he wore.

"I am an individual hired by the league, deemed by many as 'Doctor'. You may refer to me as such, or call me '049'," he says, his voice sounding quite 'metallic', almost refined. "I speak King's English, so you wouldn't need to trouble yourself with a translator... Hmm, how pitiful, to see you irked by the Pestilence. No matter. It is my duty to cure you, here and now, then."

He approached the girl, her body shivering slightly slowly. Some sort of helmet-like device was hanging above her head, attached to some sort of metallic rod. It had wires connected to the device, and that in turn was attached to some large machine.

"I shall cure you, lass... And place your faith in me, as I have lived generations," his speech is almost theatrical, amused, forcing a gag into her mouth. "I shall help you live again, fixed, cured!"

The girl was struggling, shifting around as he lowers the headpiece to fix it on her. She moves and keeps avoiding it until he grabs her neck, forcing her still until he finally attaches it to her head, and the machine hums to life. Breathing unsteadily, the girl stares at her brother.