Are You Crying, Too?

Pain

I screamed in agony. A torturous pain filled my body until I could no longer feel it.  Even though I had no injuries, no scars to show the reason of my pain, I still felt it.  The lingering feeling of missing fingers, legs, eyes...  Whatever he could get a hold of, still hurt.  Even though the limbs had grown back, I could still feel the side affects of what had been done to me.  The side affects of the pure torture that been done to my body in such a small amount of time.  

My mind had grown wary of every little sound.  I began to fear the sound of my own eyelids shutting down and clapping against my skin.  It began to fear the darkness that surrounded me.
Both my body and mind were breaking.  Slowly, ever so slowly, they broke.  They broke like a vase that had been dropped and fixed so many times, that you could only see the dust it left behind.

So too had my body been broken, only to be healed soon after.  So too had my mind been beaten down, only to repair itself the next day.  

I had no idea how long this has been happening to me.  All I know is that I wanted to get out of here, to leave from this prison of pain.  But being tied down the way I was, I knew that I'd never be able to escape.  He took every precaution there was to make sure I didn't escape.  If I used my quirk, guns would point at me and shoot me.  If I struggled to much, the ropes would tighten. 
There was no way for me to escape without help.  But no one knew I was here.  They all thought I was dead.  According to what he said, anyway.  I had no access to outside information.  I had no one to talk to besides my torturer.

"Don't be so weak, Izuku.  Shouldn't you be used to this by know?" My torturer asked impatiantly, "You're so much weaker then I thought you'd be.  You were number one after all...!" He walked around me, "Y'know...I can't believe that I took you down.  I don't even have an impressive quirk.  Not like you, anyway,". He pointed to his glowing grey-white eyes, which I could barely see in the dim lighting, "All I can do is sift through people's mermories!  How pathetic!  It's not even useful!  But you...  You have an offensive quirk.  Something you can strike someone with and kill them with one shot.  You so lucky!  Honestly, I'm jealous."

I stared at the ground, panting heavily.  My torturer sighed in disappointment.

"Kira, make sure he's completely healed.  We'll be done for the day after that."

"Vary well, Phthonus."  Phthonus turned around and left through the door.  Kira turned to me and stuck a needle full of his blood into my eye.

I screamed silently, my vocal cords to strained to make any noise.  Kira finished his job happily, presumably because he got to hurt me.

I felt my eye heal as soon as he pulled the needle out of it.  That was his quirk; the ability to heal others with his blood.  

"I'm so happy that you get to suffer, Hero 'Deku.'  You were so busy focusing on other people that you never focused on me.  This isn't just Phthonus's revenge; it's mine too." Kira left after saying what he wanted.  I hung my head down, not bothering to use strength to keep it up.  How long was this going to on?  Was I ever going to be saved?

'Deku!  I'm gonna fucking kill you, you bastard!' I heard within the reservoirs of my mind.  Would Kachan...  Does he think I'm dead?  Was he happy about it?  I wanted to see him again.  I didn't want to be here.  Kachan. Save me...please.  You know that I can't die that easily.  You can't believe that I'm dead.  Please, please, please, think I'm alive.  Bully me all you want Kachan, but please...  Please...

My body somehow found a way to cry.  

'Deku, you crybaby. ' My shoulders shook up and down as I cried silently, the only sound I was making being my beating heart, and the soft sniffles I'd occasionally let out.

My mind flashed back to when Kachan won the sports festival.  To how he was chained up like a dog, and saying that he only won because Todoroki didn't give it his all.  Kachan...All I could say was a silent sorry.  I'm positive that he became number one.  How was he taking the move up in rank?  Did he enjoy it..? No.  I've known him for most of my life.  We grew up together.  He would never take the win unless he earned it with his own hands.  He was probably fuming with untainted rage.  Filled to the brim with a feeling he befriended over the years of his life.  I had to wonder if he quit being a hero, because he couldn't stand being number one.  Maybe he was still a hero, and he was cursing my death, thinking that I was weak because I seemed to have been killed by a villain, the type of people I was meant to put to justice.  Or maybe...  He was crying, or wishing that I was alive once again...  No.  Kachan wouldn't fall down from stardom just because of my simple death...  He might even be glad that I was gone.

Even if he was, that doesn't change the feelings that I have for him.  That doesn't change the fact that he was the only reason that I still have hope..  All I had to do was think the nickname I gave him, and my determination to escape rose to levels beyond my comprehension.  All I had to do was remember.

Kachan.