DISCONTINUED If Only Memories Could Be Erased(A Shoto Todoroki X Oc Fanfic)

Ch40: Noise Complaint

Tamaki's pov

I curled in on myself, hands placed over my ears in a feeble attempt to drown out the voices in my head. It hurt. Everything hurt. How long had I been down here? I had lost track. I didn't even know if it was night when I did fall asleep. Not like I got much of that anyway. If I did, I was plagued with nightmares. At first I just wanted to go home. Now I just want to die. I was stiff, sore, bleeding and I'm pretty sure I was developing a fever now. No surprise. I hadn't been allowed to put my clothes back on and the thin blanket didn't exactly keep me warm when the air started getting nippy. I couldn't break my way out of here either. I had barely any strength left. I had barely ever been given food as a 'diet' and when I was given food, it was measly scraps from his dinner, clearly having been left until it was all cold. I started scratching at my arms again. That was the main source of the blood right now. The stab wounds that I had received had stopped bleeding but from the hot pain coming from them, I figured they were infected. I was too exhausted both mentally and physically to actually check. Usually Shoto would stop my scratching but he wasn't here. No one was. I was left to my own devices. To my own mind. My arms were probably also infected considering I've scratched practically all of the skin off my lower arms. I just wanted to die.

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Shoto's pov

I followed Mr Aizawa, Present Mic and the police officer. We were going to a house where several noise complaints had come from. I fiddled with my sleeves. We reached the house in question. The police officer knocked on the door. It was quite for a while. The officer knocked again and rang the doorbell. This time I could just barely make out footsteps heading towards the door. A man with short, burnt chestnut colored hair. His blue eyes scanned over us.
"What do you want?" he asked, his tone very slack as if he hadn't been reported for several noise complaints. He looked at Mr Aizawa and pulled his upper lip back in disgust.
"Oh great. You're here" he grumbled sarcastically. Mr Aizawa just stared at the man. I looked to Present Mic, silently asking him who this was.
"That's Shota's brother in law, Takagi Masahiko" he whispered. I looked back at Masahiko. He was looking at the police officer.
"Sir. We have received several noise complaints. Might we check your house" the police officer explained calmly despite the growing tension between the two men.
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Why?" Masahiko asked, hand shoved into his pocket. Now that I actually looked at him, I realized how sloppily he had thrown his clothes on. They were crinkled like they had been laying on the floor. He also appeared to be uncomfortable, legs shifting about as if he was trying to calm something down which was something I did not want to think about.
"Sir. The noise complaints are about screaming and a young girl has gone missing in the last 3 weeks" the officer sighed. Masahiko looked at Aizawa again. He slowly stepped aside, allowing us inside. I had to shake my head as to not let my eyes and brain explode from all the contradicting colours that were in his main room. The guy's house was a mess. I looked around. The adults were busy, might as well look around. There was a large curtain over one wall, thick and dark, matching the colour of the wall. I walked over to it and peaked behind the thick fabric. A door. I looked behind me. The adults were still preoccupied with an argument between Mr Aizawa and Masahiko. This was my chance to find out what was behind that door. I couldn't tell if I regretted looking behind that door or was thankful that I did.