The Green Valley Twins

Untitled Part 65

"If that's the case for all we know her name could be an anagram," the doctor cringed. "Oh creation, that could be all kinds of things..."

"If he read an anagram and mistook it for a name," Tsunagu murmured, crossing his arms as he thought. "if he wasn't that versed in our language then..."

"It's possible that he didn't understand what some of the symbols meant." Jojo theorized, "No way were they Kanji, do you think the symbols were Hiragana or Katakana?" Tsunagu frowned thoughtfully, then he moved to open Itsuchi's hospital room.

"Itsuchi-chan, can you tell me something real quick?"

"uh-huh,"

"The men chasing you, did they say anything?"

"Lots of things," she answered, "big brother said not to repeat what bad men say because they were bad words that kids shouldn't say."

"It's okay to repeat what the bad-men said Itsuchi-chan, you won't get in trouble."

"They say base-turd a lot," the girl said thoughtfully. "and um... E...Eee...Izzzzzzz-ki—mi! Izusmi," she huffed and frowning deeply as she glared at her hands.

"Izumi?"

"uh-huh, Izzzzusmi heee-mmmmmaaaa-eeee,"

"Izumi-Hime?"

"uh-huh!"

"do you think 'Izumi' would be your name?"

"I guess," she shrugged. "They didn't like big brother, they kept calling him bad names."

"Like what?" Jojo asked

"Tray-core, base-turd, dead-meat, stew-pid, um," she scrunched her face up, thinking deeply. "worthhh-lesss...me-dear-are."

"Traitor, bastard, murder?" Tsunagu questioned and the girl nodded. "Thank you, do you know what else they may have said?"

"Cyan," she answered. "Before brother save me, they call me Cyan and knock on my glass-bottle." The doctor straightened, he quickly grabbed both Tsunagu and Jojo by their shoulders and pulled them out of the room.

"Little one, we'll be right back," the doctor shoved the men out of the room and snapped the door closed. "Shit she's a cyan?!" the doctor banged his forehead on the doorway, "Do either of you know what a cyan is?"

"I heard about them in the first attack," Jojo crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "The first attack was at Takumi Memorial Ocean Museum. The explosion took my leg, that's why I'm not a hero now-a-days." Tsunagu nodded his head in understanding, letting his friend explain the situation. "it took everyone nearly a week to save those nearly four-hundred kids. Day six was when most of them got returned to their families."

"Most meaning not all," Tsunagu commented.

"There was one child who was forcefully taken during the rescue mission. Even All Might failed to save her." The doctor sighed heavily. "All the kids saved called her 'Izu' or 'Izumi'. We all thought that the villains had her but..." the doctor frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe she wasn't the only one taken away that day. If the villains succeeded in taking her away and it was her supposal brother who freed her then... maybe there are still missing kids."

"Which means her name is Izumi but she might not be the Izumi, right?"

"They knocked her glass bottle and called her cyan," Tsunagu reminded his friend. "What's the significance of a cyan?"

"They're a one in a five million find," the doctor sighed, "how old is she?"

"Um," Jojo and Tsunagu frowned, thinking hard on the answers.

"When we asked she showed us all of her fingers," Tsunagu answered, "So then she's five years old."

"Then she's too old," the doctor sighed heavily, "The Izumi-cyan of the attack was four. According to your tail this cyan has awakened her powers, the Izumi of the attack didn't awaken yet."

"what are you talking about?" Tsunagu asked

"Cyan's awaken their quirks between the ages of four and five," the doctor informed him. "That's the primary reason why they're so rare. They're defenseless until they awaken their quirk and even when they do awaken it they may not have the strength to survive it. Without an elder Cyan nearby, they could die from the awakening."

"Shit," Jojo cursed, his voice a barely suppressed whisper. "no wonder they're being hunted down."

"That's not the reason they're being hunted down," the doctor said, looking through the glass to the little girl sitting on her bed. She was smiling at her hands now, watching little bursts of wind flutter a piece of paper between her palms. "They awaken of the three types of attraction quirks: cellular, molecule, or atomic. Meaning they can attract things on that level towards their hands."

"I don't understand," Tsunagu murmured, "Cyan's can have either one of those three quirks?"

"most can't attack anything bigger then their own weight or mass," the doctor continued, he watched as the paper suddenly crumbled into ashes, surprising the little girl inside. "Tsunagu you were over seas during the attack, so I'll get the video tape for you. I'll help answer your questions. Until then, be patient and try not to piss her off." As confused as Tsunagu was, he didn't question the doctor. At the end of the conversation, Tsunagu found himself carrying a sleepy five year old in his arms. Jojo drove them to Tsunagu's home on the edge of the city, double checked Tsunagu's fridge for kid-appropriate foods, and left with the promise to visit the next day.

"Izumi huh," Tsunagu sighed as he stared at the sleeping face of the child he adopted. He wondered just how this would end, his level of experience with children literally extended to greeting them on the sidewalk. He wasn't any good with them, in times of panic he would send them to another hero for protection and deal with the threat himself. It wasn't that he didn't like kids, they were usually cute, he just didn't have any clue on how to deal with them on a daily basis. He gently closed the door to the girl's room, leaving it slightly ajar so some hallway light could enter just for her. He knew most kids her age were still scared of the dark and based on what he knew from the attack six months ago, that fear would be one that didn't disappear for a long time yet. He walked down the hall and into the kitchen, seating himself at the island table he stared at the file Leo left behind for him. It was full of old contacts he thought he lost for the rest of his life; supportive his family was not. Beside the files was a fairly large box that he could see was filled with little girl clothes that, well they should, fit the child now in his care.