The Green Valley Twins

Endeavor's Children

"I promised to protect her," Fumikage murmured, "I refuse to break that vow." He marched out of the room, cautiously looking out the door before leaving. He didn't know where to go first, he crept low just in case, cautious that his elders had plenty practice with their quirks and knew how to handle him. He found a pair of stairs down and followed it carefully, voices alerted him to the need to hide. He quickly leaped over the edge of the stairs and clung to the underside the best he could.

"Did you hear about that Cyan-girl?" one of the guards asked, he nearly lost his grip on the stairs. The guards rounding the corner just before the stairs were drawing closer; he never thought he'd stumble across information on Isuki so soon. "She's gonna make us all rich!"

"Seriously?" the other shook his head in disbelieve, "She's like four and doesn't have a quirk."

"Yet," his friend stressed. "You know how everyone wakes up their quirks before they're four? Well Cyans are weird because they can only awaken their quirk between the ages four and five. She's a one in every five-million find. She's a monster in the making. She could rip apart this entire ship or just the people on it if she wanted too."

"No one has that kind of quirk," the second said in disbelieve.

"Dude, listen to me. We are lucky she's four," the first guard stressed the words slowly, pronouncing each one delicately. "An elder Cyan could murder everyone on the ship and no one would even have a clue that they were dead yet." The second guard scoffed and started walking away, just past the stairs where Fumikage was hiding. "Seriously though! We're lucky that insane 'Greenbrae'," the first guard said the name sarcastically, lowering his voice and using air quotes around the name, "even wants those little monsters. I think he's trying to build an army or something."

"Or something is more likely," the second scoffed as he stopped to look past the crates on the deck. "Seriously, what are the chances of strangers, even with the same appearance, are going to have the same quirk?"

"Dude, you still don't believe me? Why do you think that girl was separated and put into that tank?"

"You've been on this for an hour now," the second yawned, "I'm tiered not just the ship but you too."

"Okay you know what? Let's go see her,"

"What are you stupid? If boss catches us, we're dead. We're not supposed to leave rotation!"

"Oh come on, we'll just switch rotation with the team who have to go down there." The first guard shrugged and waved his arms. Fumikage carefully released himself from the stairs and crept after the guards, careful not to turn the corner until they did. Halfway through the deck Fumikage slipped beneath a tarp of a box, remaining motionless as the guards talked with another pair. There was a disagreement but eventually the second team agreed to switch rotations, he waited until the second team walked past him to slip out from the tarp and chase after the guards. they walked towards a large crate with a tarp wrapped snuggly around it, it took both of them to move it out of the way and descend the stairs it previously covered. He counted to seven before hurrying forward in quick, quiet steps; he stopped several times before proceeding into the hole.

The stairs led to a large spacious room, he instinctively swept beneath the stairs before he even reached the bottom of the steps. He hid beneath the stairs, eyes wide as he stared out at the room, searching for that familiar source of green he's come to cherish. The room was filled with cages, various forms of life chained inside, all looking different and exhausted, their eyes void of life and hope. He found them, the other children. A soft tug on his sleeve, he turned to see one of the boys who tried to help them before they were all collared, the boy with white and red hair.

"I'm Shoto Todoroki," the boy whispered, "how did you get free?"

"I'm one of the quirk less ones," Fumikage whispered, they lie slipping past his mouth before he could hesitate. "I'm searching for my friend."

"You're in the A Class Emitters," Shoto whispered back, "you mustn't go any further." He gestured gently with his chin to the direction the guards were walking, "They're going to check the monster."

"Monster?"

"it's a beast they're afraid of," Shoto shifted and moved to reveal an older girl in the cage with him. Her eyes were bright turquoise, like a clear lake reflecting the summer sky, and her hair was white with small stripes of scarlet. Her glasses were broken, each lens with a horrible crack running through it. She was bruised heavily, one cheek swollen, one eye swollen shut and blood dripped past her thrice-split lips.

"Sister be quiet," Shoto whispered, taking her hand as she coughed wetly into the other.

"She's needs a doctor," Fumikage whispered

"We know but," Shotohesitated, biting his lip and fighting off frustrated tears. "They...they didthis because of dad." Shoto ground his teeth together and glared hatefully atthe floor. "Endeavor. They found out our dad was Endeavor." Fumikage jerked as the guards kicked at a few cages and pulled out a devise from a pocket, they switched a dial around and then pressed the bottom. Everyone screamed as their collars lit up with blue sparks, Fumikage jumped back, watching in horror as Shoto and his sister screamed, their collars reacting together to give an amplified shock.

"Come on man, let's go," Fumikage watched as the guards pressed several buttons and opened the door, stepping through and leaving the door open behind themselves.

"I'll save you," Fumikage told Shoto as the boy collapsed, gasping heavily as he tried to ride out the waves of pain. "I'll end this torture, just wait for me!" he took off through the room, crying as the kids around him wailed in despair.