Gold, Raven, & Lavender: An Erasermic Family Fanfic

Chapter 13: Shattered

TW: Mentions of mild violence, injury, and homophobic language.
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The car came screeching up to the curb, Shouta barely remembering to put it in park before he and Hizashi scrambled out of it. Nemuri was standing in front of the house with the baby in her arms, desperately trying to quiet him. Hitoshi was bawling at the top of his lungs, red in the face and clutching onto her like his life depended on it. The minute she caught sight of the men approaching she rushed towards them, her usually relaxed demeanor now replaced by wide-eyed fear and worry.

"Sho! Zashi! Oh thank god you're here."

"Are you two alright?" Shouta asked, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder.

"I think so. It all happened so fast..." She breathed, standing stock still as Shouta brushed a strand of dark hair away from her face. Hitoshi's cries stilled for a moment at the sound of Shouta's voice and he twisted around in Midnight's grip to look at the two men. With a hiccup and a sniffle, he reached out for them, giving a heartbreaking wail of, "Dada! Papa!"

"I'm here, Toshi. Papa's here." Hizashi cooed soothingly, taking the baby from Nemuri and wrapping him up in a protective embrace. Hitoshi buried his face in Mic's chest and sobbed while Hizashi took the opportunity to check him over for injuries.

"What happened, Nem?" Shouta probed, releasing his hold on her and stepping away slightly.

"I- I was in the kitchen making a bottle for Hitoshi and I'd put him in his high-chair to keep him close by. There were some strange noises outside, but I thought it was just the wind or maybe a bird. Then then I heard glass breaking and when I turned around... they were behind me. One of them put a knife to my throat and told me not to scream. He... he said they were only here for the baby."

The heroes' blood ran cold, a shiver snaking down their spines. If they came for Hitoshi then that meant they knew who is was. And that could only mean they were somehow affiliated with Necrosis.

"They tried to grab him. But I was able to fight past the one with the knife and get to Hitoshi." Nemuri continued, "Then I activated my quirk and knocked them out. Once they were on the floor, I tied them up, picked up the kid and ran for it. That's when I called you."

"Shouta..." Mic said, voice barely above a whisper and eyes blown wide. "Hitoshi's hurt."

Shouta turned to see Mic pointing to a small cut on the baby's arm, likely from a stray shard of glass, beading up with fresh blood. A few sizable bruises were quickly blossoming around the cut, their shapes vaguely resembling finger marks. So one of the goons had grabbed him, and quite forcibly too by the looks of it. The ice in the heroes veins instantly boiled, molten rage coursing through them as their vision clouded with red.

"Nemuri." Shouta spoke softly, his jaw set and a steely edge to his voice. "You said you tied them up. Are they still inside?"

"Most likely. I haven't seen anyone leave the house since I ran out."

"Didja call the cops?" Hizashi asked, catching on to Shouta's tone and adopting the same hard inflection.

"No. Not yet anyways."

"Good. That means we have some time." Shouta stated simply, motioning for Hizashi to hand off the baby. Hizashi willingly complied, carefully untangling Hitoshi's grasp on his shirt and giving him back to Midnight.

"Call the cops and wait in our car until they show. Don't come in for any reason, ya dig?"

She nodded and watched as Hizashi stalked after Shouta into the house. The dark haired hero grabbed his capture from the wall hook as he passed by before stepping into the kitchen to fully assess the damage. The place was a mess: water boiling over on the stove, formula dusting the floor and counters, the high chair and stools overturned. Glass shards trailed out of the kitchen and into the living room, leading to the shattered window beyond. Rounding the island, the heroes came across the two bound intruders, neither man knowing nor caring why Nemuri had rope on her person in the first place. One was small and wiry, his ratty face adorned with buck teeth and a worm-like tail sprouting from his dark jeans. The other was burly, sporting a shaved head and heavily tattooed arms. They were both still groggy from Midnight's quirk, gradually returning to consciousness as they weakly squirmed against their bindings.