Book II
"Sometimes the world doesn't need another hero, sometimes what it needs is a monster."
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Hana Fumetsu isn't your typical Mary Sue. In fact, she isn't even human. A combination of cruel insanity, dark humor, and provocative thinking mixed wi...
"ITS BEEN A WEEK! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Aizawa roared.
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Aizawa's angered gaze then switches to Kirishima whom now sported a pair of orange horns and permanent red eye liner around his eyes just like me. "AND WHY ISN'T HE BACK TO NORMAL!?"
Me and Kirishima shrunk back in fear but Joker stepped in front of us defensively with her hands on her hip. "Now, now, Aizawa, it's not her fault, things jus—" Joke yelped as Aizawa's capture tape shot out wrapping around her form and he suddenly dragged her out into the hallway. "W-Wait, Eraser! Can't we talk about this, have mercy!" The door slammed shut.
This left me and Kiri in an awkward silence. I glanced at the somber male from the corner of my eye and couldn't help the guilt that washed over me like a huge wave. It's my fault... I stepped back and plopped on the couch of one of the dorms lounges with a heavy sigh. Where is everyone...I was surprised that none of the others weren't eavesdropping considering how nosy the bunch were. After a few moments, I glanced up at the male expressionlessly.
"You must hate me..."
Kirishima jolted in surprise and snapped his head over his shoulders to look at the girl in slight confusion. It took a moment for him to register what she was referring to before he realized she was looking at his new found horns which he reached up to touch. "Why would I hate you?" He asked softly, sitting.
"Do you really have to ask..." I murmured bluntly, my gaze faltered with guilt as I stared at the floor.
"Heh, I knew you were in there."
Kirishima's own eyes faltered in nostalgia before he reached up massaging the back of his neck in silence. After a moment, Kirishima approached the girl on the couch and crouched down, so he could look into her cyan orbs. "I don't blame you Hana, I never did. If anything, I should thank you, if you hadn't saved me, I would've died that day if it hadn't been for your blood."
"..."
Kirishima looked off to the side, eyes faltering more knowing he did little to ease her guilt.
"Maybe that's the reason why you saved him? Because deep down one day you want a family of your own, different from the hand you were dealt. And you were selfish enough to take this poor boys humanity just so you'd have the chance at your own sliver of it."
"Is it true...did you do it to save me...or yourself..."
I stiffened at the question, shrinking even more into myself. It was hard to decipher the feelings that were going through my demon side at that time. "At the time...I believed it was to save myself...that's why she did it..."
