Finally Found: A Kamijiro Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Arising Questions

The sun's rays showered Jirou in light. If the sun knew what had happened, it wouldn't have mocked her friends with the happiness it tried showing. Jirou had been moved to a new room as her ability to eat and perform basic tasks returned. She was allowed to walk around in a room designated for her, she took the time to look at all the objects curiously. Books and vases with plants, the trim along the windows and the different textures between the bedsheets and her medical gown.

It was now Sunday, 6 days after the incident. The villain responsible turned out to have a hypnotizing erasure quirk, where he could temporarily make the users he gazed at lose their memory for a maximum of 12 hours. People with glasses or eye protection were immune. The reason Jirou had lost her memory for longer than that he didn't explain, despite the interrogation.

"Hello sweetie, how are you today?" A door opened as Jirou looked over, she was sitting at a table, messing around with the pages of a notebook they'd given her to get her to write.

"Okay," Jirou replied as the same brunette nurse sat across from her at the table. Her memory was coming back, but no one knew if she'd fully recover or not. She still had very anxious movements and felt distrustful of anyone who came near her, which meant she couldn't remember who any of those people were.

"Alright, like yesterday, do you recall my name?" The lady asked. She had soft brown eyes to match her hair.

"Um. . ." Jirou blinked with a slow shake of her head. "I don't," she responded shyly, faintly trying to remember if she had come in yesterday or if she was just confusing that because she was here today. The nurse glanced at her notebook, looking over the pages with a soft smile.

Across the page was her own name written multiple times, they had gotten her accustomed to remember who she was, and for a while it seemed to work. But it was like every twelve hours a switch turned off, and she had lost what she had gained the day prior.

"Do you know who Kyoka is?" The brunette woman asked a new question.

"Is that the person written in my notebook?" Jirou looked up and asked, pushing the spiral notebook toward her. It had a pale teal cover with colorful pastel designs all over the front.

The lady gave a light nod.

"Did she write it there?" Jirou looked down at the paper puzzled, unfamiliar with who had written it, although it was her own handwriting.

"Yes, she did," the nurse spoke softly, watching as Jirou took her pencil and tried to mimic the lettering.

Every time her parents came to visit, the Reiko felt her sadness worsen. A hero so young, to lose everything so fast, and unable to recall any of it. No one had even heard about a villain named Serpentine, or knew how long his quirk would last on her. And if her severe memory loss was a result of his quirk, why had it lasted so long compared to the other patient's?



Investigation Headquarters

"Do you have the information?" A door opened as someone stepped into a completely dark room, the only light seeping through a double sided mirror. The metallic door shut with a creak behind him as his footsteps came up to a table.

"He's not speaking," a man said from the table placed in front of the mirror, monitoring what was happening on the other side of the glass.

A blue, snake-like person sat coiled with weighted balls around his tail. His eyes, blindfolded, his mouth, covered with a muzzle that still allowed him to speak, preventing him from baring his fangs, and his arms, cuffed with large blocks to keep them secure. He hissed angrily back and forth between a detective in the lit room with him.

"God damnit," the first voice from behind the glass grit his teeth. "I don't know what I'm going to do if any more of my kids get hurt," he mused to himself, rubbing his tired eyes.

"We'll get him Shota," an officer looked up at him through the dim lighting of the room. "We'll make sure she's alright."