Finally Found: A Kamijiro Fanfiction

Chapter Forty-Two: To Be Together Again

"Rokka?" The thin, spindly man hung from the ceiling and lowered himself down to her before being lightly moved to the side.

Dr. Komori knelt down to the spider-like woman, twisting her head to observe her face. She was faintly alive. He slowly turned to the winded out Kaminari. "You're just a ball of energy, aren't you?" He tilted his head with a deathly glare.

Kaminari stared back at the doctor in glasses, blood stained the collar of the blond's shirt as nervous beads of sweat formed along his forehead. There was a new cut along his neck, deep enough to bleed but minor enough for him to not be in mortal danger.

"You're more trouble than it's worth," Dr. Komori scowled and swiped a new scalpel to take care of the problem, tugging on the rubber gloves covering his hands. Just before lifting the blade to cut deeper into his throat, everyone froze when an unknown object fell onto the floor.

"What was that?" The string-fingered man asked as he crawled toward the object by the door, it suddenly released a thick gas, coating the room in smoke.

"It could be poison!" A new voice from a woman with the head of a clam exclaimed before escaping out the door.

"WE CAN'T LEAVE THEM ALIVE YOU FOOLS-" the doctor roared before he was shot in the face with a strand of tape. Multiple strands came to wrap his arms and cling him against a wall, he heard several new footsteps, footsteps far lighter than any of his henchmen.

His eyesight was naturally bad for having the abilities of a bat, his hearing however, picked up everything. He heard a small sizzling sound like the ropes and straps keeping those kids still were being burned, yet he saw no flame. Rakkaku was still left unconscious and Sheru had escaped through the door. A loud thump caught the attention of everyone in the room though.

"You're funny trying to escape," Gumo took a huge hand and fanned away the smoke, revealing the blurry figures of several other kids who'd broken inside. The pink monster grabbed the closest kid he could see, Kaminari. For some reason, knowing that Kaminari was powerless against his rubber skin quirk made him grow a liking to torturing the kid.

"KAMINARI," Sero's voice broke through the room, alerting Gumo to advance to where the noise came from.

The human tank shoved aside the small table full of medical tools, Kaminari's jacket plopping onto the floor. Gumo paused, feeling a sizzling sensation on his side and turned to find a short girl in horns and a pink complexion lighter than his.

Gumo was one to usually never wear shirts, none of them would fit around his shoulders if he tried, but his rubber skin provided all the protection he needed. It was a max thickness of 2 inches around his upperbody, and still coated the rest of his body in a protective rubber sheild. Due to his quirk, he also had no hair, which gave him a smooth, refined appearance. He was easy to mistake for a friendly giant. Any outside attacks on his person were nothing.

Gumo's hands were like giant boards, his palm alone was around 1 1/2 to 2ft in width, which allowed him to easily grab people. Along with his build, he was also incredibly strong and durable. The only downside to him was that he seemed to be slow from his weight.

He swung a monster hand at Ashido, making her leap back from fear. Gumo kicked the grenade out down the hall, clearing the room from the smoke. Four terrified kids stared at him from different spots in the room.

Yaoyorozu automatically came to Jirou's side, giving consoling words and appraisal, using the base of her palm to wipe away her tears. She gently removed the tape around her mouth and jacks, reviving a painful wince from Jirou. Using her quirk, she created a small pocket knife and cut the ties from her wrists and ropes from her waist, helping her stand after the debris fell onto the floor. Yaoyorozu clutched onto her friend tightly, standing her ground to protect her from whoever the towering villain was before them.