Pain of the Past

Kidnapped?

~Shinso POV~

I woke up to find myself frozen by the usual coldness of my room. Groaning I was about to curl up and go back to sleep when I realised... I wasn’t at home.

Snapping awake I looked around the pitch black cement room. My ankles and wrists were tied to the hard wooden chair I was strapped to.

Sudden light caused me to wince as Tamaki entered through the door eating a packet of crisps.

“Call me crazy,” Tamaki joked while pulling up a chair and staring at me, “but I cannot get used to eating anything in date.” He smiled at me as he finished off what he was eating.

“What do you want with me?” I spat at him as he sighed and pulled out something I couldn’t see.

“You know, it’s hard,” I raised my eyebrow at his statement but did not speak as he continued talking, “I see them every day yet, they barely know me. Guess that’s the problem you face when you travel in time.”

I gave him a sceptical look as he burst out laughing. He had to be joking. Time travel was and is not possible.

“Oh I’ve missed talking to you!” He practically screamed as he smiled at me, more alive than I’ve ever seen him. “You, me and the gang; Momo, Shoto, Denki, Hanata, Kyoka, Red, Blue and Ka-” Tamaki seemed to suddenly stop as he corrected himself. “Katsuki. It was our little group. I think you lasted to the fight at Kahou base, Momo and Shoto lasting only a week longer than you… that was a sad day.”

Tamaki sighed as he showed me a picture frame which he had been holding. The frame was batted and the glass was cracked. The image itself was faded and yellow, it depicted four people who I recognised from class 1A. The explosion kid and the redhead and black head he was with. The other had been with the ice kid, the one with the electric quirk. They were all dressed in dystopian clothes were ripped or faded.

“This was the last image I got of the group. Just before the battle of light.” Tamaki’s voice became weak as he smiled sadly.

“Where’s Red, Blue and Kyoka?” I asked cautiously, assuming he took the picture.

He smiled at my question not minding the disbelieving look I’ve been giving him.

“Kyoka… she didn’t make it this far. As for Red and Blue they were hunting,” Tamaki stated simply as he put down the picture. “I made a lot of promises to my class, ones I can now for fill. I just wish it was my class I was repaying to.”

“But aren’t they the same people?” I asked as he shook his head.

“No, they haven’t been through hell like they had with me. What made them my class was that they went through everything that could possibly be thrown at them but they never stopped.” Tamaki’s voice filled with admiration as he spoke but quickly became sad towards the end. “My class went through attack after attack and rescued me from him. They went through an apocalypse and never stopped once or lost hope. That is my class. The beacon of hope for everyone. The symbols of peace. The names which could send villain running in fear. That was my class.”

“Sounds like a bunch of overrated heroes,” I mumbled disheartenly as Tamaki let out a harsh bark like laugh.

“Yeah, we were,” Tamaki smiled fondly at the memories flashing through his mind, “but it gave people hope and that’s all the mattered.”

“Green, stop getting distracted.” I jumped slightly from the female voice entering the room. “And you shouldn’t sit in the dark.” The girl flicked on the lights as she scolded Tamaki.

I recognised the girl as being ‘Blue’ from earlier as she pulled up another chair to watch me.

“Why do you call Tamaki Green?” I asked already guess that red and blue were named after their hair colour. I tried to distract myself, by looking around the room, from the watchful eyes Blue stared at me with.