Rules of the street

Chapter 15 - Tell the truth. It's less to remember.

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Rule 9: Tell the truth. It's less to remember. 

After she was cut free, Eri threw herself into my arms.

"I was so scared, just like... like..." Her eyes watered as she looked up at me, and for a second I was lost in the past.

"I'm scared... these people don't look very nice..." She looked up at me, eyes shining with the beginning of tears.

"I know... but it'll all be alright because we have each other!" I smiled, and she smiled back.

"Yeah... we have each other..."

Reality came back into focus, and I instinctually ran my hand through her snow-white hair, knowing the gesture calmed her down.

"I know, I know, but it's ok now, I'm here..."

Her tears began to fall, not out of any sadness, but just from release. Letting the ones I had been holding back go as well, I pulled back slightly from the hug to check on everyone else.

Katsuki and Shoto were leaning against each other on the floor, awake but apparently too tired to do much else.

Dabi had managed to sit Hawks up against the wall and was now trying to bind his wound with strips of cloth torn from his trench coat.

As I watched, Hitoshi stumbled upright, scanning the room blankly.

"Hey, go find Ochako or Tsu. They're normally in the east wing, three floors down." He blinked, the situation finally dawning on him,

"Shouldn't we call a healer?" Sighing, I pulled Eri a little closer.

"What do you think I'm doing?! Now go!" There was a small pause before he set off running. Hopefully, he could find them.

Turning back to Eri, I pulled back a little, just enough to tell if she was injured in any way. She took my hand, drawing my attention.

"I'm fine. I wasn't hurt. Unlike them. You should help them." She pointed to where the princes were arguing weakly with each other, the words holding no venom.

Straightening, I walked over to them, a hand guiding Eri over. She seemed nervous, and I didn't blame her. They didn't look too friendly dripping in blood and almost asleep.

"Izu! Are you ok?" Shoto saw me first, his hands frantically reaching for me. Steadying them with my own, I nodded, beginning to feel the adrenaline fading from my system. His eyes flicked to Eri, the question obvious.

"Shoto, Katsuki, this is Eri, my younger sister." Eri gave a shy wave, which Katsuki tried, and failed, to replicate. She just giggled, seeming to warm up to them a little. He smiled, a small, tired smile, but one nonetheless.

"So, just how old are you?" She glanced toward me, and I nodded.

"I'm ten years old!" His eyes widened slightly, a brow rising slightly.

"Only ten? I thought you were at least fifteen with how tough you were!" She gasped slightly, her lips tugging upwards slightly.

"Really?" He just nodded, a small smirk growing. She grabbed my arm, tugging at the sleeve happily.