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A sharp crack sounded through the air as Kuro, broke the man's neck. He felt nothing as he did so. His victims had been the worst type of scum. Rapists, Murders, Pedophiles. Those that no one would miss. They had also been on the highest rung in the political circle.

Kuro moved towards the door only to freeze as images flashed before his eyes. Then Kuro dodged to the left and tackled a person right as they came through the door. Despite his smaller frame Kuro had the advantage of surprise. The taller person had been trying to grab Kuro from the front.

As they both hit the ground Kuro was quick to wrap his arm around the man's throat. Cutting off the flow of blood and air. Just as he was about to lose consciousness the person tapped Kuro's forearm. It was as if he wanted to surrender.

Kuro didn't take prisoners however. He should kill the man had be done with it. There was another flash of images and he released the man shoving him away from Kuro. Then he rolled away right as a sniper bullet hit where he had been before.

There were shouts and curses but he paid no mind to them. He was already up and moving. The door he had gone through had been an emergency exit. Which lead into a hallway. From there it was easy to find a window and leave the building.

He took to the rooftops and quickly headed to a safehouse. A flash of images and Kuro dodged around the thrown scarf. He looked over his shoulder to see the Pro Hero Eraserhead. An Umderground Hero he had been warned about when he still was a caged assassin.

His eyes narrowed, Kuro knew that Eraserhead would give chase. His quirk would keep Kuro from using his own. If the hero didn't manage to catch him that is. So Kuro would need a new tactic. He would have to lose the man and soon.

He ran over the edge and used the fire escape. Climbing up and down. As well as across until he reached the ground. The street was full of people. That was good for losing the Hero.

As he stepped into the crowd he flipped his jacket inside out and pulled down the cloth mask. He walked along with the crowd. Looking just like any other teenager.

Better luck next time, Detective, thought Kuro as he slipped away.

Just like he never existed. Did he exist?

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Detective Tsukauchi sat at his desk going over the evidence again. A string of murders that started three years ago. Each person had been high ranking criminals. Those with the worst kind of records.

It was ignored at first. New detectives were assigned to it. After six months nothing had turned up and the cases had gone cold. Murders continued on an almost weekly basis until a year ago. A failed assassination attempt happened and suddenly the targets became political in nature.

That was when Naomasa was assigned. He was able to draw in heroes and contacts who weren't interested before. All full task force was created to bring in or bring down the assassin.

They called him Kuro. The all black clothes he wore were a dead give away. The problem was they had yet to capture the man. Or even know what his quirk was. Just tonight, Naomasa was able to actually see him.

Eraserhead had given chase. Though he lost the assassin somewhere on the rooftops. No one was sure how or when the assassin got away. Naomasa looked down at the reports from Eraserhead and the photos of the crime scene.

Like most of Kuro's victims he died by a broken neck. The victim had a history of child molestation and had gotten away due to the lack of evidence. It wasn't the only reason the man had a spotless record.

This case was starting to eat away at him. There were a couple times, the assassin could have killed him. Could have broken his neck but yet he spared Naomasa. Not even a warning or a threat. Why had Kuro shown mercy?

What did this mean? Was he planning something else or did the man simply not think of him as a threat? The door opening caught his attention and Naomasa looked over. Nezu, the principal of U.A. was standing in the doorway.

"Detective, do you have a moment?"

Naomasa sighed. "Not really, sir, I'm sorry. But maybe tomorrow would be better?"

Nezu stepped in and closed the door. He didn't move further into the room though. Though he did look behind him to ensure they wouldn't be overheard. Naomasa's attention was drawn back to the files in his hands.

"Tsukauchi-san, perhaps this might be a little more pressing," insisted the rat, "I was informed a few minutes ago that the assassin known as Kuro escaped the pursuit of Aizawa. Is this true?"

"Yes," he reluctany agreed.

What was Nezu getting at? Did he know something that Naomasa and his task force didn't? That actually wouldn't surprise Naomasa in the slightest.

"Then I would highly recommend getting a new perspective," said Nezu without the slightest bit of concern, "It's been three years, am I correct?"

Naomasa was confused now. He didn't understand where Nezu was going with this. A new perspective. How would getting a different opinion help? Then again the Rat, always seemed to know things. Maybe the Principal was implying someone could use their quirk to assist?

"What do you want in return, Nezu?"

The man was smart enough not to make a deal without a cost. What was it going to cost him this time? Last time it was a favor that Nezu collected during the school year. He wasn't looking forward to it.

Naomasa shuddered at the memory. Dealing with children was not his specialty. They were just so confusing. Especially those in middle school.

"Well, that depends, Detective," replied Nezu, "If Kuro is an actual criminal then he will need to go through the justice system. However if he is, as I suspect then he will need special handling. I have an offer. If you agree, you will not need to pay the cost. I will cover it."

Nezu's eyes were bright and excited. It reminded Naomasa of a cat that just had caught the canary. There was a catch, Naomasa had learned that the hard way. The only question was: what was it?

"Depends, on the price," Naomasa hedged, "I won't sell my soul."

"Good! Then the terms are simple, Detective. You will bring the assassin Kuro, to me. More specifically to UA where we can handle him more appropriately than say, Tartarus," explained Nezu, "As I mentioned before I suspect the boy is not an actual villain. Rather, I think he was manipulated or coerced into becoming an assassin. Either way, there is a story here. One, that I would like to know."

"Did you say... boy?" Asked Naomasa sitting straighter in his seat.

There was no way. He was certain that Kuro would be an adult. At the very least in his late teens. There was no way a child would have such a skill level. Naomasa had seen the kid fight.

"Indeed," confirmed Nezu, "And that's the main reason you need to listen to my suggestion. A child assassin is something we haven't dealt with before. So what will you do, Detective? Will you bring him to me or will you send him to Tartarus? Think carefully."

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Kuro sat on the rooftop overlooking the children's park as he ate his ramen cup. He watched as the kids played and the parents talked. For once the sun was shining and there was no rain or clouds in sight.

What was it like to have lived so carefree? Was he once like that? The memories were foggy at best. It didn't matter now. It was too late.

He was an assassin. All he was good for was killing. There was no place for him. So he would kill until someone killed him. That's how it was meant to be.

Finishing his ramen, he tossed the container aside. Then stood up and stretched. It was time for him to get moving. The sun was setting.

A flash and Kuro was off. Using the fire escape he was easily on the street. He fell into line with the crowds. One of his first lessons. Act like you belong and no one will think twice about your presence.

As he passed the park, there was a series of flashes. All of them but a few involved a little girl being run over by a car and dying. Kuro reacted on impulse and jumped the fence. The car was coming straight at the girl. She was oblivious as she skipped around and kicked a ball.

She would die.

In the span of a heartbeat, he scooped her up. He tried to get them out of the way of the car. A flash. Instead, they ended up getting clipped by the bumper. Kuro held her tight.

Positioning them so that he protected her the car clipped his right leg. He landed and curled his body around the little girl. Kuro gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw. The pain was sharp.

When they came to a stop, he looked at the girl. Her large grey eyes stared up at him in fear and confusion. It was obvious the shock had yet to wear off.

Kuro tried to smile at her but it turned into a grimace. He could already feel his body healing. There were some perks to being an experiment. He slowly let her go and helped her stand.

"Are you okay?" She asked not looking away feon his leg.

Kuro nodded, mutely. He was still feeling a sharp sting and the muscles in his leg felt bruised. Nothing that couldn't heal within a few hours.

"Mama!" The girl shouted looking around frantically.

Her mother ran over and scooped the child up. Both mother and child cried and all he could do was look on awkwardly. The girl was okay. That was all that mattered.

"Thank you, thank you," sobbed the woman, "What's your name, sweetheart?"

He gave her a polite smile and bowed his head. This was his queue to leave. The police would be here soon. So would an ambulance.

Flashes of images and he grimaced. Too late. Kuro raised his hands into a block just in time. It was just an officer. He slipped one leg through the other's guard and knocked him down.

"Stop right there!"

Another officer with a gun. A flash. The shot missed. Another and the gun was gone. It was easy to take the man down and knock him out. Then he broke down the gun so that way if his partner went for it, it wouldn't be of use.

Kuro knew there were more officers on their way. So he left the scene. Once again taking the rooftops. As he ran his leg began to heal and the pain dulled.

What an odd twist of fate. His instincts were not usually wrong. But for the little girl, they were.

"Stop!"

A voice rang out. It wasn't an officer. Kuro's head jerked towards the sound and found himself face to face with Eraserhead. The pro hero was standing not far from him. His eyes flashed red with his quirk.

Shit, he cursed internally. He had been caught off guard. Had become too reliant on his quirk to alert him to trouble. Kuro moved and the hero dodged.

They danced, both of them trying to attack the other. Neither could land a solid hit. Then finally, Eraserhead blinked. Images flashed. Using the only one where he got away Kuro headbutted Eraserhead.

Dazed the Hero let his guard down and Kuro took advantage. A swift kick to the shins and then a punch to the temple.

Eraserhead crumpled.

He didn't waste time and was off the roof and into an alleyway. As he reached the street he paused. The streets were empty. He frowned and looked around.

Where was everyone?

A flash of images and a burst of pain in his temples. Overuse of Blink. Shit!

Kuro slammed an open palm into the approaching person's chin. His head jerked and the man fell unconscious. Another came up behind him.

Kuro dropped down and swept the person's legs out from under him. Instinct had him reaching for his knives before he stopped himself. They weren't the ones he was meant to kill.

A quick punch to the stomach had the man down and gasping. He rolled to his feet and looked for the others. He bolted for the end of the alley. Only for a long white cloth to wrap around his legs.

Fuck Eraserhead, he growled in his head. This man was getting on his nerves.

Scarlet eyes looked at Kuro and the assassin smirked. He internally counted the seconds as he approached. He pulled on the bindings and was free.

The scarf was dropped to the ground. Eraserhead glared at him. There was only so long someone like that could go without blinking. He just needed to wait it out.

Kuro dodged another lunge and threw his knife.

His arm was grabbed. And the hero blinked. 25 seconds.

A flash and his elbow connected with the hero's face.

Eraserhead grunted and backed away. Blood dripping from his nose. Kuro's eyes narrowed. He was running out of time. Eraserhead blinked and there was another flash of images before the man's quirk returned.

He needed a distraction. Something that would give him enough time to slip away. A flash of images and a burst of warmth from his nose. Kuro wiped away the blood. His vision swam the overuse of his quirk was frying him.

The only option he had was his smoke bombs. It was better than nothing. Kuro reached for the canisters and pressed the buttons.

White smoke erupted into the air and covered the area. Curses rang out as people tried to locate him. He took his chance and fled.

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A whine escaped him as he hid behind a dumpster. They were being more persistent than before. Kuro was exhausted. The last two days had been non-stop.

The hero Eraserhead had managed to follow him. It didn't help that the detective had joined in. Now his head was throbbing and the world spun around him.

He needed to sleep. Even for just an hour. Blink would activate during all situations if he needed it. Except for when he was asleep. It was when he was the most vulnerable.

Kuro leaned his head against the dumpster. Exhaustion made his eyes close for a moment.

He jerked awake at the sound of an officer walking nearby. His breath stuttered as the officer passed his hiding spot. When the footsteps faded, he sighed.

How much longer was this going to last?

His eyelids grew heavy. It was getting harder and harder to stay awake. Soon, he was slumped over and fast asleep.

...

Nezu watched as the officers slowly began to cordon off the area. They knew where the exhausted Kuro was but were pretending they didn't. The plan was set with officers and heroes were ensuring Kuro couldn't escape.

Nezu said, "I'm going now, Detective. Keep an eye out in case our wayward friend decides to bolt."

Naomasa held out an earpiece for Nezu. One, that would allow him to hear the ongoing investigation. The rat accepted it with a smile. He put the device in his ear and listened.

"Everyone ready? We'll begin in 5... 4... 3... 2..."

Naomasa called out, "Begin."

...

Kuro rubbed at his eyes tiredly. It was quiet and the air was heavy. Where had everyone gone?

Slowly, Kuro climbed to his feet and peaked over the edge. No one. There was no sign of anyone. Not even the birds.

This didn't sit right. His gut was twisting in knots and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. Something was wrong.

Kuro's fingers tapped on this outside of his leg. Looking over the top of the dumpster he saw a small figure in the entrance of the alley. It was... Nezu.

He was fucked.

Kuro watched as the rat approached and a chill went down his spine. Something told him that if he ran the creature would follow him. Would catch him.

He was so tired. Nezu stopped a few feet ahead of the dumpster. His tail swished side to side. It was obvious the creature was excited. Why? What was his play?

"Good morning," said the principal, "It's nice to see you again. How is your leg?"

Kuro glared at the thing. What game was the rat playing? Did he really care?

"Ah, no answer, I suppose that was expected," mused Nezu, "Well, no matter, I'm sure it healed by now."

He watched as the rat stepped forward and crouched. He didn't want to fight. Kuro just wanted to disappear. To fade from existence.

"Would you like some tea?" Offered Nezu holding up a thermos.

What?

He was confused. Kuro stared at the creature and tilted his head. This was new. He was being offered tea. Was the creature stupid?

"Tea will help wake you up and calm your nerves. I think," stated Nezu, "I'll take a sip if it makes you feel better."

Was the rat suicidal? If so, then he would gladly oblige. However, his curiosity was piqued. Why would Nezu, the principle of U.A offer him something to drink?

If the rat didn't poison him then maybe Kuro would agree. Or if the tea was drugged.

Nezu, seeing the confusion and skepticism smiled. He took a sip of the tea and showed it was not tampered with. Still, Kuro waited.

"There, I promise its not poisoned or drugged. See," repeated the principal offering the thermos.

Cautiously, Kuro took the thermos and sniffed. Smelling no strange or unnatural smells. He glanced up and was surprised. Nezu watched him with bright curious eyes.

It was not the eyes of a monster. Nor was it the look a predator gives its prey. These eyes were soft. Filled with a kindness, he had forgotten existed.

Slowly, Kuro lifted the cap. It was sweet smelling and earthy. With a hint of cinnamon. It wasn't a type he had smelt before. He looked over at Nezu, questioningly.

"It's a special blend, imported," replied the rat, "Try a sip and see what you think."

Taking the rat's word. Kuro brought the cup to his lips. He took a hesitant sip. Warmth flooded his body. It was smooth and warm. Sweet and not bitter at all.

"What do you think, my dear boy?" Asked the rat, his eyes still watching him closely.

He gave a slight nod. The tea was good. Much better than anything he had ever had. He took another sip and the warmth spread through him.

"That's good to hear," continued the creature, "My name is Nezu, perhaps you have heard of me. I am the Principle of UA. I must say, young man, you have given us quite the challenge."

He had to fight back a snort. That was a polite way of saying 'you're an asshole and a nuisance.' Nezu was different from what he expected.

"However, we have finally managed to corner you," informed the creature, "And while I can assure you, that the Detective and Eraserhead do not wish to harm you. Others may not be as inclined to do the same."

Kuro frowned. He knew. They were here for the political criminals. Men who had the power and wealth to get out of facing justice.

"Indeed, they were corrupt. But you did what others could not," praised Nezu, "However, this does leave us with a problem. While your methods were efficient, they are also not approved."

What would happen?

"For now, it would be best if you were somewhere safe," answered the Principal, "I know that doesn't sound comforting, but I can't allow a child such as yourself be out on the streets. As the principal of UA, I would like to formally offer you a place at UA."

At his school?

Kuro froze. What? This was unexpected. Why would Nezu invite him into a building full of children?

"Yes, the students will be kept away. And only teachers and other faculty members will know," explained Nezu, "They are not permitted to tell anyone. And you will have access to a therapist."

A what?

"A professional that specializes in healing emotional, psychological, and mental trauma," elaborated the principal, "As I'm sure, you have."

Why? Why did the principal offer him this? What was in it for him?

"Because, it's the right thing to do," answered Nezu, "No one deserves the abuse, and torture, that you've gone through."

Kuro couldn't find it in him to believe the rat. He had been hurt too much. By others and by his own mistakes.

"If not for you, then think of those like you," countered the rodent, "Children and young adults, manipulated into becoming assassins."

He looked away. His hands shook and his chest was tight. Those he killed deserved death. Didn't they?

Nezu moved closer to him a paw was raised. Slowly the hand came towards him and rested on his cheek. It was surprisingly soft.

"They may deserve it," whispered the Principal, "But don't you also? Don't you want the pain to end? Wouldn't you rather live instead?"

Live. What did it mean to be alive? Was he living or existing?

"You are still here, which means you can change the future. You can become more. But, only if you let go of the past," murmured Nezu.

"Please, accept our offer," the Principal implored.

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Naomasa watched the alley that Nezu went down an hour ago. Nothing had happened and there were no sounds. All he could hear were the murmurs of the other officers.

The sun had long since set. The moon and stars were the only sources of light. Still, he could not relax. There were too many variables and possibilities.

Nezu, was older than all of them and he seemed to know what he was doing. So Naomasa was not overly worried. Yet, there was no guarantee, that the rat would win.

The radio crackled.

"We are coming out," reported the voice of the Principal.

"Understood," responded an officer, "We'll clear a path."

Naomasa's eyes darted back and forth. Looking for the duo. Nezu was the first to appear then two steps behind him was a small figure in black.

Naomasa was struck with just how small the assassin was. He had never noticed. Maybe, it was the way Kuro had acted. As though, the teen was an adult.

He was just a kid.

His heart ached. What kind of hell had the boy been through? Had the kid been experimented on or had he always been like that?

Naomasa looked to his men who were moving in. He ordered, "Back off. He has surrendered. Don't crowd him."

"Understood," the voices agreed.

They backed away. The boy had yet to look up. In fact, his posture was slouched and defeated. It made his heart clench.

Nezu, paused and looked back. He beckoned the boy closer. Then looked up and gave Naomasa a nod.

He nodded in return and began making his way over. Kuro flinched when Naomasa came to stand in front of him. His hands were handcuffed behind him as protocol stated.

"Hello, Nezu," greeted the detective.

"Good evening, Detective. I've convinced Kuro, to come along," declared the principal.

Kuro didn't respond or make a noise. He didn't move, his gaze was glued to the ground. What was going through his head?

"Kuro," started the Detective.

His shoulders were immediatley raised towards his ears. It was like he was preparing for a blow. Naomasa's heart hurt.

"My name is Detective Tsukauchi," he continued, "We will be taking you to UA. You are to be confined there. We will have you fitted with a GPS anklet. Are you aware of what that is?"

Kuro hesitated. Then shook his head.

"A GPS, stands for global positioning system. It tracks a person's location. This way, we know where you are. You will be confined to the UA grounds. If you leave the grounds it will alert us. Understand?" Asked Naomasa.

There was a hesitant nod. Good, the boy understood. Now, for the next part.

"Do you need any medical attention? You were injured yesterday," asked the detective, "If so, we will bring in a doctor. Someone who won't speak a word about what happens."

Kuro shook his head. Naomasa could hear his shallow breaths and could see the minute trembling of his limbs.

"I'm going to take a look, okay," informed the detective.

He moved slowly and knelt down. Careful not to spook the child. He pulled his gloves off and put a hand on the boy's shin. He carefully pressed around the area and looked for a reaction.

Nothing. He didn't so much as flinch. Naomasa looked to the principal and shook his head. The kid didn't even seem to notice.

"Is everything okay, Detective?" Questioned Nezu.

"I think we should take him to Recovery Girl," replied the detective, "At least have her check him over."

Kuro stared at him with grey green eyes. They were dull. Devoid of the light a child's should have. Naomasa had a feeling, he was seeing more of the kid's true nature.

...

Kuro stripped out of his jacket and pulled out the knives hidden in it. He handed each one to to Nezu as an act of good faith. Once done, he reached under his shirt and removed a few from his lower back.

The knife holsters came off next. Then the ankle and arm holster. The boots and socks were removed last.

Now he stood there in nothing more than an undershirt and pants. There was exactly one knife left hidden but he refused to part with it. It had belonged to his mentor.

Nezu gave him a pat on the arm. He had a feeling, the rodent already knew where his knife was. It was probably why he had let him keep it.

"I'm going to lead you to the showers," informed Nezu, "There will be clothes and soap waiting. I would suggest a quick shower and a nap. Once morning arrives, you can meet the people that will be working with you. Understood?"

He gave a nod. Kuro couldn't deny the temptation to clean himself. After two days of being unable to shower and sleeping behind a dumpster.

"You're safe here, Kuro," assured the rodent, "You'll never have to worry about starving or being cold again. We'll have a lot of work to do, but it will be worth it."

Work? Would he be going from killing for the corrupt to killing for Nezu? Would that be so bad?

Nezu led him down the halls. They were silent except for their footsteps. Eventually, the reached the locker rooms.

"Go ahead and shower," urged the rodent, "There's no rush, no one else is here."

Kuro looked at the Principal and hesitantly headed to the shower stall. He locked the door and began peeling off his clothes. When the water was warm enough, he stepped under the spray.

Wamrth spread through him and he sighed. It felt nice. Better than his usual ice bath. He scrubbed and washed. Noting every injury.

Most of them were healed but there were a few bruises and a gash on his upper thigh. One he was fairly certain was a stab wound. It was odd. He didn't remember being stabbed.

The fact it hadn't healed already meant he was on the brink of collapse. That was not good. At all.

Once he was done, he turned off the water. Then wrapped himself in a towel and opened the door.

There were clothes waiting. A soft white undershirt, black sweatpants and a grey zipup hoodie. There were socks, different kinds of underwear, and gloves. It seemed they were trying to make him ad comfortable as possible.

When he stepped out Nezu gave him a small smile. Kuro looked away. He had no idea what to say. Or how to express himself.

Nezu led him down a set of corridors as he explained, "There are rooms here for teachers or students that need them. Currently only you, myself, and Thirteen. Your rooms are next to mine. You are welcome to knock on my door anytime."

Slowly he nodded.

"I understand your wary," admitted the Principal, "As well as being skeptical. It's understandable, however. I am hoping in time you will open up and learn to trust. Here is your room. Please try and get some rest.'

Nezu gave him the key then a pat on the arm again. With that, the Principal was gone and Kuro was left staring at the door.

He had a room. His very own space. For once in his life, no one could tell him what to do.

Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and entered the room. Room was a bit of an understatement. It was a small apartment and had a kitchen, bathroom, and a bedroom.

Kuro took the opportunity to explore his new place. First, was the bedroom. There was a queen size bed with blankets and pillows. Then a desk with a computer. Next was a dresser and a closet.

After that, he went to the bathroom. The bathroom was big. With a tub and a separate shower.

Lastly, the kitchen. It had a stove and a microwave. The fridge was full. Full of fresh food and not leftovers or rotting produce.

He was shocked. No one had ever treated him so kindly. Why? Why were they being so generous?

Kuro shook his head and curled up in the couch. He didn't know how long he sat there. Before sleep dragged him under.

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There was a knock on his door jolting him awake. Kuro bolted upright. Heart racing. Who was at the door?

He was disoriented. Confused by his unfamiliar surroundings. Where was he?

"Kuro," called a familiar voice, "It's Nezu. Would you mind opening the door?"

It was the rodent.

Cautiously, Kuro got up and headed towards the door. His muscles were sore and his body felt stiff. The door swung open to reveal the rat standing outside.

"Hello, good morning, I hope you slept well," greeted Nezu.

Kuro nodded. He had and that was a strange concept. Nightmares were normal for him. It was the only thing his brain could replay.

"Come with me," ordered the rat, "Let's get you fed. Lunch Rush has made a breakfast for all the staff and you as a welcome."

Breakfast. Another thing that was not his normal. Most mornings, he skipped it or had something light. Like a piece of fruit.

"Oh, don't worry, we have plenty," said the principal.

With that, Kuro followed the Principal out. The school was like a maze. So many large windows that made his nerves rise and his heart pound in his chest.

Then finally, the entered a dining room. All heads turned to look at him. He froze, eyes wide. There were a lot of heroes. Ones he recognized from TV or chasing him.

"It's okay," soothed the rat, "Why don't we get some food, then we'll introduce you. Okay."

Numbly, Kuro nodded and went to fill a plate. Once it was loaded he returned to the Principal. Who was waiting patiently.

"Come along, this way," encouraged the creature, "This is Power Loader and Snipe."

Power Loader turned and offered a hand. He hesitated before reaching out. Taking the appendage, he gave it a shake.

"Nice to meet ya," greeted the hero.

"Hello," answered Snipe, "Good ta meet'cha."

The handshake was firm. Not crushing. Both of them had calloused hands. But their grips were not hard or demanding. He tilted his head in greeting.

"Hizashi Yamada and Shota Aizawa," introduced the principal, "Pro-Heroes Present Mic and Eraserhead. They'll be working closely with you. So I expect you'll become familiar with each other."

Kuro looked between the duo. Mic, a blonde haired man with a loud personality. Eraserhead gave him a nod. He could see the bruising and cuts on his face.

"And these are Ectoplasm and Cementoss," introduced Nezu, "Pro-Heroes Ectoplasm and Cementoss. These five are the teachers, responsible for teaching and helping the hero course students."

They were all Pro-Heroes. And were now in charge of him. Midnight, gave him a bright smile he didn't trust.

"Kayama Nemuri, also known as the R18+ hero: Midnight," introduced the woman, "I can't wait to help you. Welcome."

Vlad King bent his head a bit. He was a tall and broad. Muscles clearly defined.

"Sekijiro Kan," introduced the hero, "Or, Vlad King."

Thirteen raised a hand and gave a little wave. The spacesuit they were wearing was intriguing. What kind of quirk did they have?

"Hello, my name is Thirteen," introduced the hero, "My job is rescue. We're all thrilled you decided to accept Nezu's offer. I'm sure we'll get along just fine."

"Quiet one aren't you?" Murmured a dog like man, "Not used to this either, eh. Names Hound Dog, and you can relax. Nothing will hurt you here. No need to be afraid."

Kuro nodded. Afraid? No. Just cautious.

He took a seat at the end of one of the tables so that his back was to a wall. This way no one could sneak up behind him.

"Everyone, this is Kuro," introduced the Principal, "Please treat him as you would any student. I expect everyone to respect his boundaries. Now, dig in and enjoy."

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After breakfast Kuro was brought to the Infirmary. He was told the school doctor, Recovery Girl, would check him over. They wanted to do a full physical. He didn't argue with them.

Kuro stripped down to his undershirt and shorts. There were scars and marks all over him. A few burns and old knife wounds. He could feel her eyes roaming. Taking everything in. In her hands was a clipboard.

"Alright," started the short, elderly, lady, "My name is Shuzenji Chiyo. I am the nurse for the heroics department. As such, I will be doing a physical assessment."

He nodded.

"Good, please lie down and relax. If at any time, you're uncomfortable or wish to stop, simply let me know," instructed Recovery Girl.

Again he nodded. It was no different from after mission medical checks. The doctor's would patch him up and run some tests.

Recovery Girl approached him.

"Alright, first things, is temperature," she announced, "We're going to take yours."

He was given a thermometer. She asked him to hold it under his tongue. Then the blood pressure cuff was strapped around his upper arm.

When the thermometer went off she too it and blinked at it. Then she showed it to Nezu. Both their faces were grim.

"Your temperature is extremely low," informed the principal, "Almost dangerously low. Have you had a fever or chills?"

Kuro shook his head. Not a cold, and definitely not a fever. He always ran cold. Probably something to do with the experiments.

"How is your diet? Are you eating balanced meals or mostly protein?" Inquired Recovery Girl.

Again he shook his head. At the facility his diet was tightly controlled. But since escaping it was whatever he could steal. Usually, protein bars, canned foods, or snacks.

"Well, it looks like we have a lot of work to do," grumbled the doctor, "Your weight is borderline concerning and so is your vitals. Let's start the exam."

When she took his left arm and turned it over she froze. The soul parent mark was clear as day. Her face paled.

"You have a soul parent mark," stated Recovery Girl.

His right hand came up showing two fingers then point to just below his ribs on his right side.

"Two soulparent marks?" Gasped Recovery Girl, "Have you met them?"

He shook his head and shrugged. How could he? Nezu was eyeing the mark in contemplation.

"Can we have a copy of his soul parent marks?" requested the principal.

"Of course, I'll get that sent off right away," agreed the nurse, "But I'm concerned about his lack of speech. Are you unable to speak?"

Kuro shrugged again. That was a question, he did not want the answer to. Recovery Girl looked to Nezu and the creature stepped forward.

He pat Kuro on the leg and said, "No matter. We will find a way. Let's move on, shall we?"

With the subject dropped, the doctor and principal moved on. Kuro took off his shirt so they could note down his soulmarks including his soulmate mark. Then they had him do a few exercises and stretches.

After which he was allowed to put his clothes back on. Recovery Girl then did a thorough exam of his injuries. There was a stab wound on his hip, a bruised rib, and his wrists were raw.

"You're free to go, I've healed the minor cuts and bruises," explained the nurse, "However, I recommend coming to see me if anything starts to cause you issues."

Kuro nodded his acceptance but knew he wouldn't. When he was back to full strength he would go back healing most injuries within moments.

A knock sounded on the door. Recovery Girl was the one to open it. On the other side was Detective Tsukauchi and his partner. The detective had a tracking anklet in one hand.

"Naomasa, come in," welcomed the principal.

"Thank you," responded the detective.

"Here is his ankle bracelet," offered the officer.

"Wonderful, why don't you place it on," suggested the rat.

Nezu led the two men towards him. Tsukauchi crouched next to him and put on the tracking anklet. Then attached a keyring to the front.

"Now, I would suggest heading to your new rooms. You have an appointment with the counselor tomorrow," instructed the rat.

Kuro tilted his head in confusion. Counselor? What was that supposed to mean?

"A counselor is someone who can listen to your problems," answered the detective, "If you have a problem, then the counselor will try to help you."

Kuro pointed to his throat.

"Ah, yes," agreed the detective, "Counselors can also assist those that can't communicate verbally. Don't worry, we'll figure out a way to talk to you."

What a novel idea. Having people listen. It seemed, unrealistic. Kuro wasn't a fool. The world was harsh. And no one wanted a damaged assassin.

"I have to go back to the precinct," admitted the detective, "So, I won't be able to visit. But, I'll drop by when I have the time."

Kuro shrugged. Did it really matter?

"Right, I'm sure you have a lot to think about," mused the principal, "Feel free to explore the campus. Or ask the staff if you have questions."

Did the rodent seriously expect him to walk up to a Pro-Hero and just ask them something? No. Hell, no.

He wouldn't bother the heroes. If there was a question he would keep it to himself. That was for certain.

...

There were cameras. Cameras everywhere. Everywhere except for the vents he came to realize. He was grateful for the small amount of privacy.

At the moment, he was sitting on the floor staring at the ceiling. Trying not to think. The room was quiet. Too quiet.

Why had he come? Why had he accepted the Principal's offer? Was he stupid? He should have tried to run.

Out of all the places he could have ended up after being caught. UA was never on the list. He always thought he would end up dead or in Tartarus.

But no, he had ended up at the top ranking Hero Academy. Fate must be laughing at him.

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...

Where had Kuro gone this time? Shouta couldn't say. The boy had been wandering around the grounds since his release.

Kuro would disappear and reappear as if he were a ghost. The only reason, they were aware the teen was still present was because of the tracking anklet.

As he passed the teacher's lounge, Shouta caught sight of the teen. The child was staring out a window.

Slowly, Shouta entered the room. He was curious about the teen. Kuro didn't flinch or react. Only continued staring.

"Hello," greeted the Pro-Hero, "I've been looking for you."

There was no response. Shouta sat next to the boy and leaned back. Looking out the window, he couldn't see much. Only trees and a bird or two.

"How are you doing?" Inquired Shouta.

The child stared blankly. His green-grey eyes were empty and dull.

"Do you need anything?" asked the erasure hero, "Is there something, you would like or need?"

There was a small shake of his head. No, the teen didn't need or want anything. Or he didn't feel comfortable with asking. Not surprising all things considering. It had only been a week since he arrived.

Shouta didn't push the topic. Instead, he got comfortable and closed his eyes. He wouldn't force the boy to speak.

Kuro would do what he did. Whatever that was.

...

The icy weather was the perfect chance to make someone death look like an accident. Kuro had been given his orders and was making his way to the victim's apartment.

It was easy enough. His target was an average person. One without a quirk or an important job. The man had been caught stealing money.

Apparently, the government wanted him dead and his death blamed on natural causes. So, here Kuro was. Waiting for the young man to get off of work. He would break the other's neck making it looked like he slipped on ice.

Grey green eyes watched as a short pudgy man came outside. Time to move. Kuro made his way into position.

Then his feet skidded across the pavement and his arms shot out. He caught the man in a hold seconds later their was a loud crack as the man's neck broke.

The body crumpled. Lifeless. Kuro pulled out his gloves and placed the corpse. Carefully he made it look like the man slipped on ice.

...

Kuro shot up his heart pounding in his ears drowning out all other sound. The darkness surrounded him. Closing in. Suffocating him.

Breath! He had to breath!

The darkness began to encroach on him. Drowning him. He needed light. Light. Where was the light?

There was no light. There would be no light. Only the dark and the cold.

Hands covered his mouth. Stifling the sounds that tried to escape. Make no sound. Show no weakness.

Don't cry. Don't beg. Stay quiet.

Kuro could feel the walls closing in. They were too close. He had to get out. Away. Somewhere else.

The air was thinning. No, that couldn't be true. But the tightness in his chest wasn't a lie. He was running out of oxygen. Kuro curled in on himself.

Don't fight back. Be still.

His breathing was rapid and shallow. Too shallow. Panic was creeping up his spine.

Don't scream. Bite your tongue.

The darkness was crushing him. He had to get out. Kuro threw his blankets off and bolted for the door.

Be silent. Weapons don't speak. Weapons have no feelings. They live only to carry out their orders.

He ran through the hallways. His bare feet slapped against the tile. The halls were empty. There was no one else awake.

Keep running. Don't let them catch you.

The cold air whipped at his skin and burned his lungs. Each inhale hurt and his muscles screamed.

Keep moving. Don't stop.

It was night. The moon was bright and the stars shined. But, none of it could cut through the fear that had taken over.

There was a shout and then footsteps. They were coming. A hand reached for him and Kuro acted on instinct.

He ducked and swiped the person's feet out from under him. The person hit the ground. Another lunged for him. He spun and knocked the arm aside.

Leave no one alive.

Another attacked. He didn't use his knife. Not yet. They would never stop. Never leave him alone.

Kill the threats.

"Stop!" Shouted a voice, "Everyone stand down!"

The order was followed and Kuro stood still. Body ready. Heart racing. Mind whirling. Kuro looked around them.

His targets were scattered on the ground.

"It's okay, Kuro," assured a familiar voice, "It's Nezu."

Kuro blinked the haze away. There was a paw on his shoulder and the other was on his wrist. He knew that paw.

Nezu.

He looked around.

They were in the middle of a field. All the teachers were surrounding him. They were panting and wincing. At least he hadn't killed any of them.

"It's alright, we're not hurt," promised the rodent.

His vision blurred and the world spun. Kuro stumbled back and landed on the grass. He didn't know how long they sat there. But when his mind finally cleared, his head was pounding.

"Would you like some tea?" Asked the principal.

Tea sounded wonderful. He was freezing. How could the others stand the cold?

"Let's get you inside," urged the rat.

...

The next morning, all of the teachers and Tsukauchi gathered in the teacher's lounge. There were a few more noticeable injuries.

"Last night, Kuro had a nightmare and was found by Eraserhead and Cementoss," began the principal, "From what they were able to tell, Kuro was in the midst of a panic attack. However, when they approached, he was not fully aware. His first instinctual response was to attack anyone who came close. Thankfully no one was seriously injured."

"That was Kuro's first response?" Muttered Hound Dog.

"We should have known this would happen," commented Vlad King.

"I don't blame him," countered Present Mic, "Anyone would react the same. Especially after the hell he's been through. Hound Dog have you started your sessions with him?"

"Yes," replied Hound Dog, "So far he's only answered yes or no questions. Even then he refuses to answer more often than not. Right now I have him working on relaxation exercises."

"I'm concerned," stated Thirteen, "With the amount of injuries we have and the fact that Kuro isn't fully recovered. What could he do at full strength?"

"I have something that might help him," admitted Tsukauchi and everyone looked at him, "We have matches on his soulmarks from the database of heroes marks."

"Well, spit it out," urged Midnight.

"First, is Best Jeanist, his second soulparent mark," announced the detective, "The one below his ribs."

"Really, a Pro-Hero?" Gaspd Mic, "No way."

"The first soulparent mark you found, Sir Nighteye," continued the detective, "The one on his forearm."

"Oh, this just keeps getting better and better," mumbled Nemuri, "You can't mean..."

"Both his parents are pro-heroes," confirmed the detective, "As for his soulmate mark, I would know it anywhere. Given it's mine."

Naomasa pulled aside his shirt collar to reveal the green otter.

"This is unbelievable," gasped Hizashi, "Your his soulmate. Does he know?"

"If he does, then he didn't show any recognition," responded the detective.

"This changes everything," murmured Nezu.

"What do you mean?" Questioned Nemuri.

"It gives him a reason to remain in close proximity to us," said Nezu, "Even if he doesn't acknowledge his soulmate. Soulbonds are difficult to ignore."

"True," agreed Sekijiro, "They tend to cause a pull."

"But what can we do for him?" Asked Hizashi, "He can't communicate verbally or emotionally. It's like trying to work with a wall."

"Then, we'll find a way," determined the principal, "He'll speak when he is ready. However we need someone to contact Nighteye and Best Jeanist immediately. They have a right to know their soulchild."

"On it," confirmed the detective.

"I'm sure you're all curious about our next step," said the rodent, "For now, Kuro will remain on the UA campus. We'll continue the same course as before."

"What's the point, he can't even speak?" Complained Nemuri.

"Not everything is about words, Kayama," argued Shouta, "And his actions speak volumes."

"Right now, Kuro is a scared and hurt child," agreed Nezu, "Our mission is to gain his trust. Once he is comfortable, we can help him."

...

New people were entering the school. Heroes, his brain supplied. These were not ones, he recognized.

A tall blonde haired man with light green eyes. He was dressed in denim. A strange choice. Denim was uncomfortable.

Behind him was a slim green-haired male with piercing gold eyes. He wore a grey suit.

Kuro was sitting on the rooftop watching them cautiously. Why were the new guests staring at him?

He tilted his head and eyed the duo curiously. Both looked worried and surprised. Who were these people?

"Kuro," called Nezu, "Could you come down, please?"

Kuro looked down at the principal. Then jumped. He flipped mid-air and landed in a crouch. The two guests stepped back.

"Hello, my name is Best Jeanist," introduced the denim clad hero, "Or, Hakamata Tsunagu."

A hand was extended to Kuro. Hesitantly, he took it and gave it a shake.

"Hello, I am Sir Nighteye, or Sasaki Mirai," greeted the suited male.

His gaze flickered between the pair. There was something wrong. He looked to Nezu, his expression questioning.

"These are your soul parents," explained the rodent.

Soul parents.

Kuro looked closer at the two men. Fate was definitely laughing at him. Two high-ranking pro-heroes were his soulparents. Those chosen by Fate to protect and love a child. He wasn't sure what to think of these men.

Nighteye bent down so that he was eyelevel with Kuro. The man was examining him. He didn't like it. He took a step back.

"Are you okay?" Inquired Nighteye, "Any injuries? Have they treated you well?"

Slowly, he nodded. They were fine. The school was different. So was the Principal.

"What's the situation?" Asked Best Jeanist.

"Currently, we are working to gain his trust," replied the principal, "Kuro do you want to stay for the discussion?"

No, he did not. Kuro shook his head and the principal gestured to the exit. He didn't need to be told twice. Quickly, he made his escape.

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...

Mirai walked the grounds of UA looking for the scraggly teenager. From what they could tell, Kuro was between the ages of 11-14.

Tsukauchi had sent them copies of his file. Which consisted of nothing useful. The boy was a ghost. There were no records or papers. Nothing that could prove the boy was born.

"Ah, there you are," muttered the former sidekick.

There, perched on a tree branch, was the teen. The boy's sharp grey-green eyes stared unblinkingly. That gaze was unnerving.

"May I join you?" Requested the former sidekick.

Silence was his only reply. Slowly, Mirai approached. When he reached the base, he leaned back against the trunk and closed his eyes.

There was a rustling and suddenly Kuro was hanging upside by his legs. Startled, the former sidekick turned his head to look at the teen.

"Hello," greeted the older male.

The boy tilted his head to the side like a curious cat. It was strange to see. Almost innocent. Now that he was closer, Mirai realzied just how young the child appeared to be. The 14 year old guess may have actually been pushing it.

"Kuro," started the hero, "Can I call you Kuro?"

Silence was his only reply.

"Well, my name is Mirai Sasaki," introduced the adult, "My Hero name is Sir Nighteye. If you need anything or have questions, feel free to come and find me. I'd be happy to talk with you."

A blank stare. It was unnerving. There were no emotions in those grey-green orbs. No hint of what he was thinking. Then the boy dropped onto the ground. Green eyes turned to the sky.

Then he stiffened. Tilted his head. Something had alerted him. Suddenly he grabbed Mirai by the front of his shirt and threw him to the side.

The wood of the tree where Mirai had been exploded with the force of a bullet. A figure in grey engaged Kuro. Attacks came hard and fast. Even to Mirai's trained gaze he couldn't keep up.

One moment, Kuro was blocking, then the next, he was on the offensive. Blood sprayed. Screams echoed. Kuro kicked the attacker's knee the wrong way and a loud snap was heard.

The figure in gray hit the ground and went limp. Kuro kicked them viciously in the ribs. Bones snapped and a muffled scream pierced the air.

Before Kuro could do more than raise his foot for another kick, a wall of earth separated him from his target. The green-haired teen whirled around.

"That's enough," ordered Cementoss, "Back off. We need to get this man medical attention."

Nezu was also making his way over. The rodent had a grim and dark expression. One that sent a shiver down the former sidekick's spine.

"Good job, Kuro," praised the principal, "You're not hurt, are you?

The boy shook his head. He didn't seem affected by the attack or the fact that his blood was staining his clothes.

Kuro pointed to the wall.

"In a moment, we'll move him into custody," assured the rat, "I'm sorry. This was unexpected."

Kuro shook his head and pointed at it again. Nezu tried to reach out for him and Kuro stepped back. Mirai wasn't understanding anymore than the principal.

"Why don't we remove the wall," suggested Nezu.

The wall dropped and the attacker was gone. Kuro growled and the hair on the back of Mirai's neck stood on end.

"We will have the perimeter secured," promised the rat, "It's okay, Kuro. It's okay."

Kuro didn't relax at first. His grey green eyes jumped from Nezu to Mirai to the other heroes. Nezu placed a paw on the child's chest. Kuro made a sound in the back of his throat and Nezu gave him a pat.

The small action was calming and the boy's body relaxed. Kuro allowed the Principal to take his hand and lead him towards the school.

"Are you okay, Mirai?" Asked a gruff voice.

Eraserhead was standing next to him. The erasure hero had bandages around his forehead and was walking with a limp.

"Fine, just shocked," answered the former sidekick, "I... how did he know? That bullet would have killed me. He didn't even hesitate."

Aizawa simply shrugged.

...

Kuro let out a strangled cry as he lept up from his place on the couch. He was panting. Body drenched in a cold sweat.

His nightmares were not kind. They never were. But tonight's was the worst. He couldn't breathe. He had to move.

Get away. Escape. Run. Hide.

He tried to shove it down. To smother it. It didn't work. The images and screams echoed in his mind.

Blood. Bodies. Lies. Fear.

There were voices outside. He could hear them through the thin walls. They were talking about him. He wasn't sure what they were saying.

Too loud. Too many. Too close.

Kuro left his rooms and to Nezu's rooms and hesitated. Nezu always told him he was welcome. The principal had not lied to him yet.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. There was shuffling and movement. Then the door opened revealing a very disheveled and half-awake rodent.

"Kuro?" Questioned the tired animal, "Is everything alright?"

Kuro shook his head. His whole body was shaking and he was trying to keep his breathing calm.

"Would you like to come in?" Asked the principal, "I have tea. Maybe some warm tea would help. What do you say?"

Without answering, the child entered. He curled up on the end of the couch and wrapped his arms around his legs. Nezu sighed and pulled a blanket around his shoulders.

"Do you have trouble sleeping?" Questioned the creature.

A nod.

"Would you like to try a sleep aid? Maybe a sedative," offered the principal, "Perhaps it will help you."

Kuro shook his head and pulled the blankets tighter. Sedatives were bad. They had made him numb and complacent. He did not want that.

Nezu came around with a cup of tea and offered it to him. Carefully, Kuro took the cup and sniffed it.

"Don't worry, it's safe," promised the creature.

Tentatively, he sipped the drink. The warm liquid filled his mouth and his tongue was burnt. He ignored the pain. It was good.

"It's chamomile," explained the rodent, "An herbal tea meant to soothe. Does it taste good?"

Again he nodded.

"Good, would you like some honey with it?" Inquired the principal.

Kuro's eyes lit up. He knew what honey was. Once when he had escaped, he had snuck into a house and stolen some. It was the best thing, he had ever tasted.

"I'll take that as a yes," laughed the rat.

A faint blush crept up his neck and he ducked his head. The warmth from the drink was soothing. He hadn't realized how cold he had gotten.

An easy silence fell between them. Nezu continued reading while Kuro sat enjoying the warmth and the tea. Eventually, the tension faded and his body was relaxed.

When his eyes grew heavy, he didn't fight the pull. The nightmares didn't dare touch him.

...

Nezu smiled faintly. Kuro was curled up on couch asleep. The poor child was exhausted. Nezu wasn't surprised.

From what the principal knew, the boy rarely slept. When he did it was usually a nap or short intervals. Never a full night's rest.

Nezu could relate. He himself did not often sleep. His mind was always moving. Always processing. It was tiring.

He reached out a paw to run it through the child's hair. Kuro leant into the touch. How long had it been since the child was shown any type of affection?

Kuro shifted and pulled Nezu close. He blinked at the suddenness and allowed the boy to use him as a pillow.

This was something he had not anticipated. Kuro had refused all attempts at physical contact. Nezu would not complain. Helping a child was part of his duty. Not only as a principal but as a hero.

"Sleep well, Kuro," wished the rodent, "Sleep well."

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...

Kuro poked Nezu lightly on the shoulder. The small rodent was asleep and looked peaceful. But Kuro didn't feel right just leaving without letting him know.

Nezu stirred and his black eyes blinked open. The creature looked startled to find him still in the room.

"Oh, hello," yawned the principal, "You're awake. What time is it?"

He glanced at the clock and then shrugged.

"It appears, we have an hour before the day starts," informed the rodent, "Would you care for some tea and breakfast?"

Kuro shrugged. He wasn't hungry but if he was offered food he would eat. Eat when given the chance for you never knew when your next meal would be.

"I'll put on some water for tea," said the creature, "Then, why don't we go over a few things. First, would you like to try speaking? If not I understand. Just know you won't be punished for speaking."

Kuro shuddered and shook his head. Speaking was bad. Weapons had no use for speech.

"Very well, if you change your mind, please let me know," stated the principal, "Tsukauchi will be dropping by later to check in on you."

The kettle whistled and Kuro watched the rodent make tea. It was strange watching the creature do something so ordinary.

"Here," offered Nezu, "Chamomile, remember?"

Kuro offered a small smile and a nod. He sipped at his tea. A plate of toast and eggs was then put in front of him.

"You haven't been eating well," informed the principal, "So, please try to eat."

How could Nezu tell, he wasn't eating properly? Did the cameras catch him skipping meals or was the principal's observation skills that good?

Kuro wasn't stupid. He had figured out the camera system the moment, he arrived. The cameras were in every hallway and common room. However, the bedrooms were free. As were the vents that he was still mapping out.

"What do you think of Best Jeanist and Sir Nighteye?" asked the principal.

Kuro's face remained neutral. He didn't care. Soul parents were nothing but a distraction. A weakness. He did not have room for those in his life.

"They both would like to get to know you better," admitted the rodent, "You don't have to if that's what you wish. However it might do you some good."

The words were tempting. A part of him was curious about these people. These supposed soulparents. They had to be special for they were connected by fate.

But Kuro didn't believe. How could he? Soulmates, were nothing but a trap. A lie. The only thing a person could believe is themselves. No one else.

"I see," hummed the rodent, "I can't blame you for not trusting anyone. Given your past. Trust can be a fickle thing. So easily destroyed. But I hope someday you'll let us in."

Kuro stared at the rodent. Why was he so different? Kuro couldn't understand him. Everyone wanted something. Nothing was free. So why was Nezu giving him freedom and safety.

"Well, enough about that," stated the principal, "Now, for a little more information about today."

Nezu was telling him his schedule for the day. Most of which he would be doing on his own. He only half listened. The words washed over him.

...

Naomasa rubbed tiredly at his eyes. Kuro was hiding from him. He was positive the teen was watching him. But so far the green haired child had made no move.

"Kuro, I have something to tell you," announced the detective, "Sir Nighteye and Best Jeanist have requested, permission to take you shopping. You have the option to accept or refuse."

That did not get a reaction. Naomasa groaned. He would have an easier time talking to a wall.

Silence. Of course there was silence. He wasn't even sure where the kid was. Fine he'd tell Nezu and let the principal try to get an answer from the kid.

Naoamsa turned to head down the hallway and jumped halfway out of his skin. Kuro was standing a meter behind him. How did he get so close without him noticing?

"Holy hell," muttered the detective, "We need to get you a bell or something. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

No reaction. Typical.

"Did you hear me earlier?" Asked Naomasa.

A slow nod.

"Well, would you like to go shopping or not?" Questioned the detective.

A shrug. Naomasa fought the urge to sigh. Was it too much to ask for a simple yes or no answer?

He bent so that he was eye level with the boy. Kuro's green eyes met his own brown ones. There was no hint of emotion. No clue what the boy was thinking.

"If you would rather stay here, that's fine," assured the detective, "This is entirely your decision. If you are uncomfortable or unsure, then it's best not to push."

Kuro didn't blink. Then he gave a click of his tongue. An agreement? At least he thought that's what Nezu said it meant.

Then Kuro stiffened. Naoamsa listened and heard the footsteps. Someone was coming. He turned in the direction of the footsteps with his back to Kuro.

"Naomasa," greeted Hizashi, "What are you doing?"

"Greetings, Yamada," replied the detective, "I'm currently having a conversation with Kuro."

"Kuro? He was here?" Asked Hizashi.

"What do you mean? Of course he's right..." said Naomasa as he turned to face an empty spot.

How did he do that?

...

Vents were his safe place. It was easy to get in and out of them. There was no need for doors. The metal ducts were quiet and warm.

There was also a lot to see. Everywhere had vents and most were never cleaned. People left things and the dust settled.

Today, he had been exploring the support labs. They were very loud. He couldn't get used to the noise of the school.

Kuro watched as a group of second year students entered the classroom below him. Power Loader seemed to loved by his students. They were more attentive than some of the others he had seen.

A yawn escaped him. Maybe it was time for a break. Or a nap. Kuro could use a nap. The vents were comfortable enough he wouldn't have to go back to his rooms. Maybe the nightmares wouldn't find him here.

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...

Nezu wasn't worried about Kuro at first. The child was a wanderer. He would come and go as he pleased. But this time was different.

He hadn't seen or heard anything about the teen. Which was unusual.

"Mic, have you seen Kuro?" Asked the rodent.

"Haven't seen him," replied the hero, "Power Loader said he saw him in the vents this morning."

"And since then, has anyone seen him?" Pressed the principal.

"Nope, last I checked the cameras were empty," reported Hizashi, "Have you looked in the vents?"

"Not yet, I'll go now," confirmed the principal, "In the meantime, start searching the classrooms."

Searching the vents took over an hour but eventually he did find Kuro. Curled up inside the small space and sound asleep.

"Kuro, wake up," urged the rodent, "You've had everyone looking for you."

There was a faint click and the boy opened his eyes. They were clouded and unfocused. Nezu placed a paw on the boys forehead. His skin was like ice.

Odd. The vents were unusually warm even for this particular area. Perhaps, the teen was getting sick.

"Why don't we go get you warmed up and a snack?" Offered the animal, "We'll stop by Recovery Girl on the way."

There was a pause and the child nodded. Slowly he uncurled himself. Then crawled towards the exit.

Nezu waited for him outside. When Kuro exited, he was shivering. His teeth chattered loudly. The cold must have woken him up.

"Let's head to the nurse's office," instructed the rodent, "Then we'll see about that snack."

When they reached the door, Kuro froze. He shoved Nezu out of thecway just as the door was flung open.

The figure in grey was back a knife swung where Nezu had been a moment prior. It caught Kuro in the bicep. Kuro didn't even flinch.

Instead he began to exchange blow that Nezu could barely keep up with. Even with his superior senses, the movements were hard to predict.

Then a kick knocked the man's legs out from under him. The grey-clad figure fell backwards. Kuro was on him a moment later. His knife was at the figure's throat. The intention was clear.

"Kuro stop," ordered Nezu.

For a moment he didn't think the teenager would listen. Then he shook his head in denial. The attacker gave several clicks of his tongue.

"Kuro," started the rodent, "Please look at me."

The boy shook his head. He pressed the blade harder into the soft part of the man's throat. Nezu felt his heart jump a little. It had been so easy to forget that the scared child was a killer.

"Okay," continued the principal, "I want you to focus. Breathe and focus."

The child clicked and the blade dug deeper. Blood flowed and the figure gasped. Nezu was not going to make a move. Any action could spur the boy on.

"Kuro," repeated the principal, "Look at me."

Kuro shook his head. Nezu wasn't deterred. He had to get Kuro to look at him. Had to calm him down.

"Kuro, if you kill him, he wins," revealed the principal, "You don't want, right? If you give in, you're letting him control you. Kuro, look at me."

Come on, he silently urged.

Slowly the green-haired teen looked at him. There was a blank expression on his face. But, his hands were shaking.

"It's okay, everything will be alright," assured the rodent, "Please, drop the knife."

There was a slight hesitation. Then he slammed the knife into the assailant's temple knocking him unconscious. Nezu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Kuro," said the principal, "Now, can you stand?"

The teenager nodded. His movements were shaky and stiff. He swayed when he stood.

"Recovery Girl should have a change of clothes for you," stated the creature, "We should have her check your wound."

When Nezu pulled the sleeve away from Kuro's injury though, it wasn't there. The blood was there but no cut. Not even a scar.

What?

Looking at Kuro, the boy didn't even seem bothered by it. Was this his quirk? Nezu realized he didn't know anything about Kuro.

...

Kuro curled up on Nezu's couch. He didn't want to leave the principal alone. The rodent had given him a change of clothes and some tea.

He was warm again. And the pain had faded. However, the images would not go away. He could feel the knife slide through flesh and bone.

Nezu had seen the fear. Had witnessed the monster that lived in his mind.

"Kuro, can I sit next to you?" asked Nezu gently.

Kuro blinked and nodded. The principal sat down next to him. Then leaned into him.

"Is this okay?" Questioned the rodent, "I can move away."

Shaking his head, he curled into the principal. This was nice. Safe.

"Do you know who was attacking you?" asked the creature.

Kuro bit his lip unsure how to explain without speaking. He did know man in grey. He was an experiment just like Kuro. To Master, they were tools to be used. Grey had been doing it far longer than Kuro.

"Someone, you knew?" Inquired the rodent.

Nodding, Kuro tried not to tremble. Nezu didn't seem to be afraid or disgusted by him. Even after the display.

"I have to make a call," informed the creature, "Just hold on."

He patted the boy on the head. Then he moved away from Kuro. Kuro patted his head uncertainly. That was nice?

He did it again not understanding why it was nice. Was there something special about it?

"Alright, I'm back," announced the principal, "That was Ai... what are you doing?"

Kuro stared at the principal unblinking. Then he shrugged. Nezu had a smile. A sad one.

"Did no one ever pet you before?" questioned the creature, "Not even as a child?"

A shake.

"I'm sorry, Kuro," Quietly apologized Nezu, "Here."

Nezu gave him another soft pat and Kuro leant into it. Warmth bloomed in his chest. Something wet touched his cheeks.

Tears? Why was he crying? He didn't understand.

"Kuro," murmured the rodent, "Everything is alright. I promise. It will be alright."

He didn't understand. How could Nezu promise him such things? It was not logical.

But, for the first time, the voice was silent. No orders. No threats. Just a sense of peace.

"It will take a long time to heal," continued the rodent, "Both emotionally and physically. You will not always feel safe. Sometimes the shadows will reach for you. But I will help you. All of us, will. Just give us the chance."

Healing? But he already healed? He doesn't have any open injuries.

"Kuro, healing isn't always physical," explained the principal, "It's an emotional process. Do you know what trauma is?"

Kuro tilted his head and thought. Trauma. What is a trauma?

"Trauma is the psychological effect of an event," explained the principal, "Like being hurt, kidnapped or killed."

Kuro blinked at him. So trauma was when something bad happens? He thought he understood.

"Sometimes people can become traumatized by smaller events," added the creature, "But, they can still have a lasting effect. Can affect you daily. Even when you're trying not to think about them."

That made sense? Did the principal expect him to talk about these 'traumas'? Kuro wasn't sure, he wanted too.

"You don't have to share or talk about it," assured the principal, "We won't force you to. When you're ready, you'll talk. For now, just understand we are here for you when you are ready."

Was he supposed to feel happy or relieved. Because he felt neither. He was confused and tired.

"It's not wrong," stated the principal, "To want support. Or need someone else's strength."

But, he had nothing. He couldn't offer the principal anything. No skills, talents, money or gifts. Nothing but his ability to kill. That was all he was good for.

Nezu gave him a sad smile. It was as if he could read Kuro's thoughts.

"Everyone deserves happiness," assured the principal, "And kindness. We will try to provide you both."

He doesn't believe the words. Kuro can't afford hope. Hope was dangerous. He didn't need it. No matter how much he wanted to believe it.

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Kuro poked at the plushie that Nighteye brought him. It was a soft cat plushie with black fur and green eyes. He didn't know how to react to a gift.

Nighteye shifted uncertainly from foot to foot. It was like he was anxious about Kuro's reaction.

"I wasn't sure what kind you liked," admitted the hero, "But I saw that and it reminded me of you. Cats are independent, smart, curious and quiet. Plus, I thought a plushie might be helpful for stress. You remind me of a street cat. Always alert and wary."

Street cats were more likely to run or fight back. While house cats hid or cowered. Kuro was the former.

Cautiously he approached Nighteye. He had decided that if the heroes were determined to stay, he would let them. He would be cautious and mistrusting. Kuro patted Nighteye on the arm and picked up the plushie.

It was so soft. And squishy. The material was a fabric he couldn't name. It was smooth and silky. He pressed his face against it and sighed.

"Is it soft?" Asked Nighteye.

He nodded and cuddled the cat. The warmth and comfort was wonderful.

"I'm glad you like it," expressed the hero softly.

He reached out a hand towards Kuro and stopped when the youth flinched. There was a hint of sadness in the golden eyes. There was a flash of guilt through Kuro.

Nighteye allowed Kuro to move back and Nezu entered holding a tea pot. Kuro clicked his tongue in greeting. Nezu gave him a pat on the shoulder as he passed.

"Welcome, Mirai," greeted the rodent, "Please, take a seat."

"Thank you, Nezu," returned the hero.

Kuro sat on the ground and cuddled the toy.

"Did you have a good chat with Mirai, Kuro?" Inquired the rodent, "Would you like some tea or a snack?"

Kuro clicked his tongue quietly in agreement. Nezu poured him a cup of tea. Kuro sipped it carefully and was pleased by the sweet honey taste.

"Mirai, what would you like to do for the day?" questioned the rodent, "Kuro isn't busy today. I plan on teaching him to read and write tomorrow."

Kuro perked up at the words. He wasn't stupid, simply never had the opportunity. Most assassins were taught their trade or sold at a young age. Kuro never had the opportunity to go to school.

"Actually, I was hoping Kuro could come and tour the agency," explained the former sidekick, "Naomasa agreed to it. But, only if you also agreed, Kuro."

Kuro wasn't sure what to think. Tour of what? A hero's agency. Would he have to wear a uniform? Kuro didn't think the outfit would be appealing.

"Would that interest you, Kuro?" Questioned the rodent, "You could combine the days with your shopping. That way if you get overwhelmed you can just leave."

Kuro gave a click of agreement. Nezu gave him a bright smile.

...

Kuro fidgeted as Nezu took him to the front entrance where Tsukauchi was waiting. The detective had a bag of candy. Kuro clicked his tongue questioningly.

"Thought you might enjoy it," explained the detective, "They're caramel apple pieces."

Kuro smiled and popped a piece into his mouth. The hard sugar cracked and a sweet and tart flavor exploded on his tongue. Kuro loved it.

"Kuro try to be good," said Nezu catching his gaze.

Kuro gave a nod in agreement. The rodent gave him a pat and watched as he got into the car. Tsukauchi waved and started the engine.

"Sir Nighteye is waiting for us at his agency," explained the detective, "I figured that would be easiest. Since I know the route. Are you okay with that?"

Kuro shrugged. It didn't bother him where they went first. He was just happy to be away from the school.

"I'm sorry we haven't gotten further," apologized the detective, "With your case, I mean. Myself and the police are still investigating. It's a mess. If you had any idea, where the labs were located."

Kuro flinched and his hands began to clench at his sides. Tsukauchi couldn't go to the labs. It was too dangerous for the man. He would die.

"It's not going to be an easy process," admitted the detective, "The trail is old and cold. However, the evidence we've found indicates that there is a ring behind this. A group of people interconnected and probably international. We are hoping to catch them before they move countries."

The Masters wouldn't do that. There were too many like him who were based in Japan. They would move cities not countries. Maybe Kuro should leave and hunt them down himself. It would safer for those who he wanted to protect.

When he didn't give any acknowledgement Tsukauchi sighed. He then reached over and patted Kuro's shoulder. He gave it a quick squeeze before returning his attention to the road.

...

The agency was a lot bigger than Kuro thought it would be. There were multiple levels. And the office spaces were huge. A blonde haired boy was following then around. He looked a few years older than Kuro.

"Kuro, this is Mirio," Mirai said waving to the blonde, "He is a First Year at UA and he's my intern. Mirio, this is Kuro. You will probably be seeing him around UA."

Mirio smiled and held out a hand. Kuro stiffened and shuffled backwards. Tsukauchi coughed and Mirio dropped his hand.

"Don't worry," assured the blonde, "It was nice to meet you. Sir talks a lot about you."

Then the boy hurried off. Leaving Kuro feeling confused. What had the other boy meant by that? He glanced up at Tsukauchi questioningly.

"What Mirio means, is that Nighteye speaks highly of you," translated the detective.

Nighteye talks about him? To whom and why? What is the point in talking about a weapon?

Tsukauchi ruffled his hair gently and he allowed it. A few of the sidekicks gave them odd looks. Kuro recognized Nighteye's second in command Centipeder.

"Oh, you must be, Kuro," greeted the bug hero, "Hello. I'm Centipeder, welcome."

He bowed low. Kuro blinked and offered a polite bow. He had a very good memory and recognized the hero's voice. They had crosses paths once when Kuro was still under his Master's thumb. Kuro had stuck a knife in his shoulder.

"Thank you, Centipeder," returned the detective, "Sorry he doesn't speak."

"Oh, don't apologize," insisted the sidekick, "You don't have to talk."

Centipeder seemed to be watching him though. Kuro had the feeling that he remembered their previous meeting. Kuro had not left a favorable impression.

"Let's continue," urged the hero, "This is the briefing room. Where most strategy meetings are held. If we have a group meeting, then the whole team will gather..."

Kuro stopped listening as he mentally mapped the building. There were many exits and windows. Plenty of escape routes and ways to enter unnoticed. There were only a handful of cameras would could be easily disabled.

The place wasn't defenseless but the security was weak. Anyone with enough information could slip in and cause havoc.

...

Naomasa glanced at Kuro. Even for the boy, he was being quiet. There weren't any of his usual clicks in response. His eyes were scanning the rooms and entrances.

He had expected a tour. But, had forgotten the teenager was a trained killer. Of course he would look for exits.

"So, are you liking it so far?" asked the detective.

Kuro shrugged and his hands twisted the hem of his shirt. Naomasa wasn't certain, what the reaction meant. He laid his hand on the youth's shoulder.

"Alright," returned the detective, "Just know you are allowed to tell us if you're uncomfortable. Understand?"

A nod.

"Well, the tour is just about done," reported the detective, "Do you want to grab lunch or would you rather have food later?"

A shrug.

"Hmm, maybe some katsudon?" Suggested the detective.

Kuro's green eyes lit up and a small smile crossed his face. So the kid did have emotions. Good to know.

"We'll ask Sir and Mirio, alright?" stated the detective.

A quick click and the boy was hurrying back to the pair. What an odd kid. He was happy that Nezu was able to convince him this was a good idea. Kuro wasn't the cold hearted assassin they thought he was.

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...

The shopping was boring. He was given a list of items. Most of which were clothes.

The first store was a large clothing store. Kuro had no interest in buying things here. He had no preference.

"Okay, what colors would you like?" asked Nighteye, "You have the freedom to choose."

There were too many choices. Grey and black were the colors he chose. He preferred baggy hoodies and cargo pants. They were comfortable and practical.

"Kuro, are you okay with these?" asked Nighteye.

Kuro nodded and clicked.

"Alright," hummed the hero, "If you find anything else you like, let me know. Okay, Kuro."

Where did Best Jeanist go?

"Tsunagu will be back," assured the hero, "He just had an important call. Do you mind if I check out the shoes? You can join or wander. Just don't leave the mall."

Kuro gave another click and chose to wander. Shoes weren't important. He didn't understand why he needed new ones. The ones, he had were fine.

He went up the stairs and wandered past the bookstore. The store next door had a bunch of different types of bags. They ranged in shape, color, style and use. Kuro stared at a dark purple backpack.

The pack was designed for children and was smaller than normal. However, the design was appealing. It had a black cat's paw print and was a deep violet.

He curiously touched it. It was soft. Like his cat plushie. Maybe he could ask Nighteye? He stepped away from the shop and continued his wandering.

...

Where had Kuro gone?

Tsunagu glanced around. He had not noticed when the boy disappeared. Nighteye would be upset.

"Kuro," called the hero, "Kuro, where are you?"

"Mr. Jeanist, is everything okay?" asked a young woman, "Can I help you?"

"Ah, no thank you," dismissed the hero, "Have you seen a teenager about this tall with green hair and eyes?"

"No, sorry," apologized the woman.

"Don't worry," reassured Tsunagu, "But, please inform me if you see him."

The woman nodded. The hero continued his search. He did not want the child to panic or get hurt. Or accidentally hurting someone else if they touched him. Tsunagu also didn't want to explain to Nezu they had somehow lost a trained assassin in the mall. Nezu would never leave them alone with Kuro again.

First order of business would be finding Tsukauchi who was looking for a phone for Kuro. He had access to the tracking information. While it the perimeter alarm was off the tracking part should still be active.

...

Kuro stared at the stuffed animal. It was the same one, he had seen earlier. The purple and blue rabbit plushie was the exact size of the one, he had.

The fabric was smooth and shiny. Almost plastic like. Yet the touch was soft. Kuro couldn't help reaching out and touching the ear.

It was cute.

"Mr.," murmured a young voice, "Excuse me, sir."

Kuro blinked and glanced towards the voice. A little girl was tugging on his sleeve. She was no more than five years old. With pale pink hair and wide grey eyes.

"Can you help me?" Asked the little girl, "I'm looking for my mama."

Kuro blinked at her before looking around. They were alone in the toy store. Slowly he nodded and then indicated to his clothes hoping she would understand. She did and rattled off what she was wearing.

He followed her description. Searching for anyone matching her words. It was an odd situation. A part of him was concerned. What would happen if her parents didn't return?

"Mama," squealed the child, "Found you!"

A middle aged woman appeared and the child ran to her. The lady scooped her daughter up into her arms. Kuro stepped back with a faint smile.

The lady looked him up and down confused. Then realization crossed her face. She whispered something and her daughter pointed. Kuro stiffened.

"Oh, are you the kind man who helped, Yume?" asked the mother.

Kuro shrugged.

"Thank you, for helping her," praised the woman, "Yume can be a trouble magnet. We are grateful you didn't just ignore her."

He gave a small smile and nodded. Only for the hairs on the back of his neck to raise. Danger. Someone was nearby.

"Ah there you are, Kuro," rumbled a darkly familiar voice that made Kuro stiffen on instinct, "Have you enjoyed your time playing with the heroes?"

No. Not him.

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...

Kuro couldn't move as a hand was placed on his shoulder. The contact felt wrong. It wasn't Nighteye's. Nor did the touch belong to either Tsunagu or Tsukauchi. But it was familiar. Master's warm hand firmly pressed on his shoulder to keep him from running.

Every instinct in Kuro screamed at him to run. To get away from the man who caused him so much pain. He couldn't. To move would be to be disobedient. Disobedience would only bring pain. So he shook under the hand.

"Peace, Kuro," ordered Master, "No need to scare your new friends. My apologies, my wayward ward hasn't spoken since his parents death. He has been from home for too long so I, apologize but we must leave."

No. Please. Don't take him back. He didn't want to go back.

"That's a shame," muttered the woman, "But understandable."

"Of course," agreed Master, "Excuse us. Kuro follow."

He should fight. Fight Master like he did the other bad people. But the people... there were people all around them. If Kuro fought, they might be hurt. Nezu would not approve if they were hurt.

Calm worked it's way into his system. Master's quirk. This was not the first time Master had used his quirk. Calm wasn't quite right. It pushed down the emotions of whoever Master came into physical contact with. Pushing away the thoughts of disobedience.

Kuro whined in the back of his throat as he obeyed. The heroes were looking for him. If he could just stall. At least he hoped they were looking for him.

"Kuro," warned the man, "What have I said about whining?"

Kuro tried to break free, or dig his heels in as they stepped into the main part of the mall. Master would remove him from the building. Then he'd return him to the dark. Dark and cold. Kuro couldn't go back.

Master would lock him in a small room with no heat or light. And a few centimeters of water. The air would be stale and cold.

He wouldn't go back. Even if he had to die. Kuro's hand searched for his knife even as Master's will pushed against his. The demand to obey was there.

"Now, now, Kuro," scolded the man, "This is not how we behave. Your manners are worse than before. Did those heroes not teach you any respect? Or do you enjoy causing others pain and fear?"

No. He wasn't hurting the others. Not since Nezu took him in. Wait... Nezu. The agreement. His tracking bracelet! It was off for the visit but it could be turned off if it was tampered with!

Instead of attacking the man with his knife he aimed for the tracking bracelet. With a quick snap of his wrist he had broken the bracelet. The tiny pieces scattered across the floor.

Master's grip loosened as he was caught off guard. That was the moment, Kuro used to his advantage. He threw himself back breaking the hold on his wrist. Kuro rolled so that he was a few feet away from his Master.

Master watched him with a faint amused smirk. He was a tall man standing more than 6 and a half feet tall. It was odd seeing his Master in a plain black tshirt and pants. Notmally the man, wore dress shirt and pants. He towered over most people with an imposing aura that made people around him step around them. Master had dirty blond hair that was short and swept back. He had some scruff growing along his jaw. His grey eyes were narrowed as they studied Kuro.

He considered running from Master. Master's expression hadn't changed. There was still that sense of calm coming off of him.

"Now, now, Kuro," soothed the man, "Do not be difficult. We don't want anyone getting hurt because you misbehaved. Is that clear?"

Kuro shivered and glanced around. The crowd had thickened and no one seemed to have noticed the two. It would be so easy for his Master for take someone hostage. He gave a couple sad clicks of his tongue.

"Very good," approved the man, "Come along."

Kuro stepped towards his Master only to see a small red feather float towards him. He blinked at it in surprise. Was there a bird in the mall?

Then images flashed across his mind and he dropped to the floor. Right in time for a blonde haired man with red wings on his back to kick Master.

Kuro stared up in confusion and slight awe. This was a Pro Hero. He should know his name but he was drawing a blank.

"Who the hell are you, bastard?" growled the Pro.

Master chuckled.

"Me? I'm merely a worried father trying to retrieve his son," replied the man smoothly, "You however, are assaulting a citizen. Shouldn't you be arresting a villain or a bank robber?"

"Hiding behind lies isn't going to work, buddy," snapped the man, "Kuro, you okay? Sir Nighteye is worried about you. Good thinking on breaking your tracking bracelet."

Kuro puffed up slightly at the praise. His eyes darting towards his Master. Who was watching him intently.

"Well, isn't this interesting," remarked the man, "Kuro, do you really think you deserve to be free? To stand amongst the normal people?"

Kuro didn't look up. Master was right. He didn't deserve any of this. He wasn't like the others. Kuro wasn't a person. He was a tool. Nothing more.

"I believe we will be taking our leave," declared the man, "Come, Kuro."

Kuro clicked his tongue softly and didn't move. The man huffed and reached forward.

"Get away from him," snapped the blonde hero.

"He's not yours," stated the man, "Nor are you qualified enough to make such a statement. You are barely more than a child yourself, Hawks. If you value your life you will step aside."

Then he held his hand out to Kuro who stepped forward. He only got a few steps forward before there were another flash of images. Kuro stopped and allowed it to happen.

Warm arms cirlced around him and pulling him back. The bond with with Mirai flared life as Tsunagu put himself between Kuro and Master. His Master looked between the three men and then the approaching detective.

"I see," hummed Master, "Tell me Kuro. Do you really think you are worth their protection? Have you forgotten what we will do to them? I'll give you some time to think on it. Until next time, Kuro."

Kuro whined and trembled from head to toe. Mirai looked down at him concern was evident in his amber eyes. Master tossed a smoke bomb to cover his escape.

Mirai turned him and pressed his face into his shirt. Kuro gripped the front of Mirai's shirt tightly.

"Is he okay?" Asked the young blonde hero, "I lost the man as soon as he threw the smoke bomb. My feathers were destroyed before I could track them."

Kuro whimpered softly and his grip tightened. He was scared. Afraid of being left. He didn't want to be locked in the darkness again.

"Kuro, I'm going to pick you up," explained the hero, "Just close your eyes and rest. Everything is fine."

It wasn't. Master would hurt the heroes. They didn't realize it. Kuro should have obeyed. He was a bad weapon. He was going to be put back in the dark. He didn't want to go back to the dark.

"He's panicking," murmured the hero that held him, "Tsukauchi do you think we can give him something?"

"We can try a sedative," suggested the detective, "Tsunagu can you call Nezu and ask if there is anything specific that will work. Hawks, can you escort us back to the car?"

The last sentence was directed at the blonde hero who nodded. A needle pricked his neck and Kuro struggled for a moment.

"Kuro," whispered Mirai, "Everything is fine. You're safe. No one is going to hurt you. You can sleep, no one will harm you. Trust me."

Darkness claimed him.

...

In the car, Mirai tried to get Kuro let him go. However, the boy refused to relinquish his hold. In the end, the only thing they could do was have Mirai sit in the back with him.

They were halfway back to UA when Kuro began to comeback around. Which surprised the adults as the sedative should have kept him down for a few hours.

"Kuro, can you hear me?" questioned the detective, "Everything is alright. We're heading back to UA."

Dazed green eyes opened and he whined softly. He buried his face into the side of the hero and refused to lift his head.

"Kuro, everything is fine," repeated Mirai, "Are you in any pain?"

A soft shake.

"Alright, Kuro," said Tsukauchi, "Nezu is waiting for us. Okay."

Kuro didn't move and didn't raise his head until they pulled into the school's parking lot. By the time, Tsukauchi had parked, the teenager had passed out again. Mirai ran a hand up and down the child's back. Then he stood from the car carrying Kuro inside the school.

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"What happened?" demanded Nezu harshly as they entered.

Naoamsa didn't even blink at Nezu's question. Kuro was still asleep in Nighteye's arms. So far he hadn't released the hero's shirt. They hoped returning to UA would make Izuku more comfortable.

"An attack by his previous captor," replied Nighteye.

"Details," ordered the rodent as he approached his yound ward, "What happened?"

"When Kuro wandered away, I went looking for him," answered Tsunagu "We started looking for him when we received an alert that he cut his tracker."

"I got the alert as well," admitted Nezu as he ran his paw down Kuro's arm, "I was about to send Present Mic and Eraserhead to the mall when Tsukauchi said you'd found him and were returning."

Kuro relaxed his hold on Mirai's shirt. Naomasa watched as Mirai encouraged the sleeping child to lay on the couch. Once again, he was reminded how much of a mistake he made with Kuro.

The police assumed Kuro was an adult killer and worked with that assumption. It was only Nezu's intervention that kept them from going to the next step in capture or put down order.

Naomasa may never have realized the youth was his soulmate without Nezu's intervention. Nor would he have learned the truth. Kuro would be dead or a killer for hire.

Hawks spoke up after a moment, "I arrived as a nearby patrolling hero in hopes of stopping his escape. That's when I saw the man holding onto Kuro's shoulder."

"What did the man look like?" questioned Nezu.

"Tall and blonde," answered Hawks, "His height was above average and he was well built. Kuro was obviously in distress so I intervened. There was something wrong with him, Nezu. Every instinct in me screamed to run. Thay he was dangerous."

Naoamasa felt a shudder run through him. He knew exactly what Hawks was talking about. He felt the same thing when he looked at the man.

"I believe," said Tsunagu, "That was the intention. The man didn't have an obvious physical quirk. However, his touch activated some kind of emotional manipulation. Kuro's reactions indicated, that the effects were stronger on him."

The group settled in the chair's. Silence was heavy between them. Nezu sat with Kuro and rubbed a spot just behind his ear. The boy shifted and grabbed Nezu and pulled him up onto the couch.

Naoamsa felt his lips twitch as Kuro hugged Nezu close like he was a stuffed animal.

"What should we do, Nezu?" asked Tsukauchi, "I was given a warning. He will try to again to return Kuro to him."

"This was not a simple attack," mused the principal, "Kuro is too valuable an asset in their eyes to lose. This was a demonstration. They want us to panic."

"Of his skills or control over him?" questioned Hawks.

Both. They all knew it. What they didn't know was how to protect the young charge from here.

...

Kuro made a discontented sound when he slowly came back around. He had a pounding headache and was exhausted. His mouth was dry and felt as if it was filled with cotton. He had been drugged he realzied.

Fear coursed through his veins as he slowly cracked open an eye. It took him a moment to realize he was back at UA and laying on a couch. If he was back at UA why had he been drugged? Was Nezu mad at him?

"Welcome back, Kuro," greeted Nezu.

Kuro realized he had ahold of the rat. He quickly released the teacher and scooted back. He clicked his tongue in apology and looked around the room. They were alone in what appeared to be Nezu's office.

"No, it's fine," reassured Nezu, "Would you like something to drink, Kuro? No doubt you're suffering from dry mouth after being sedated."

Kuro's mouth felt as if he had sand and gravel. He clicked his agreement. Nezu carefully pulled away from Kuro. He stood in front of the couch watching Kuro carefully.

"Good, we'll start with a glass of water and a meal," explained the rodent, "Do you remember what happened, Kuro?"

For a moment Kuro was confused at what Nezu meant. Something happened?

Then it all rushed back to him.

Master's hand. The words spoken. The calm forced into his system. Then the fight. Kuro was disobedient. A whine escaped him. He was bad.

"Easy, Kuro," soothed Nezu, "It's not your fault. We are not angry with you. Can you tell us about him?"

Kuro blinked and shook his head. Nezu sighed. He flinched afraid he disappointed the rodent.

"Can you answer some yes or no questions for me, Kuro?" asked Nezu.

A slow click. He could do that. Nezu went to get him a glass and returned with a glass of water. Kuro clicked his tongue in thanks and Nezu smiled in return.

"Are you afraid of him?" questioned Nezu after a few minutes.

Kuro didn't move. In his chest his heart pounded. It was only the first question and already he was struggling to answer.

"Kuro," pushed the rat but laying a paw on his arm, "Are you afraid of him? Are you frightened of what he can and will do?"

There was a soft click and a nod. There was a flicker of sadness in Nezu's gaze.

"Would you willingly return to them?" He asked.

Hurt bubbled in Kuro's chest. Return to the Masters. Would they take him away? Was he not useful to the heroes anymore?

"Not, because we don't want you, Kuro," explained the rodent, "I'm asking if you would because I saw the security footage. It looked like you were going to leave with him."

Oh. Kuro gave a hesitant click and nodded. He had intended to leave with the man. It depended on the situation. If it was between his safety and the safety of someone else. He'd give up for the life of another.

"Do you wish to stay?" Nezu pressed, "With me? With Tsukauchi and Nighteye and Tsunagu."

A desperate series of clicks erupted. Yes. Please. He wanted to stay.

"Good," praised the principal, "Would you be willing to wear a tracking bracelet again? To continue with out agreement?"

He clicked his tongue in agreement. Kuro would have preferred not wearing it. But if that's what was necessary. He was grateful.

"Very good, Kuro," approved the principal, "No matter what your "Master" says you are a good child. Understand?"

Child? Not a weapon? He didn't understand. Why were the heroes trying to confuse him? He wasn't a child.

Nezu gave him a pat on the head before he said, "Go take a bath. I'll ask Lunch Rush to bring us something to eat. Does soup sound good to you?"

A soft click and he hurried off to his room. It was weird having the ability to choose his food. Nezu was good to him though. He made more sense than people. Most of the time at least.

Kuro took a bath. As he scrubbed the scent of his Master from his skin.

Master... he had not thought of the man as his master in a long time. Not since he ran away after failing a mission. He was surprised that Master came for him personally. He expected another assassin or a teacher.

Maybe the Master wanted to teach him a lesson.

Or kill him. If that was the case. Kuro would be glad. Death would mean he couldn't be forced to hurt anyone else.

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Kuro poked at the blonde haired man curiously. He sat across from Nezu and allowed Kuro to poke and prod at him. Out of the adults the young assassin had met this was the first one he didn't automatically avoid.

"His name is Hawks," supplied Nezu, "He's a new hero that has risen in popularity very fast. You two are close in age."

Close? Kuro poked the man's wings. Were they real? Did his feathers grow or were they shed and regrown?

"Hey, kid, can I stop being a pincushion for a second?" asked the bird hero.

Kuro barely looked back at him as he touched one of the feathers. They were soft! And warm. They weren't fake.

"So, kid, why are you poking me?" inquired the blonde, "And why is Nezu smiling like a madman?"

Because he was interested. It wasn't the first time he was interested. There were other times. Mostly it was in weapons or the various ways, he could use his knives. Eraserhead was an unfortunate victim in that fascination as Kuro stole his knife regularly.

"I have a feeling this is payback for calling him a kid," mumbled the winged hero, "Oi! Stop that it tickles!"

Kuro stared and did it again. The hero twitched and glared at him. He grinned back. It was strange. He liked Hawks.

"Alright, playtime is over," declared Nezu, "Come sit. Food is on the way."

Kuro clicked his tongue in disagreement. He wanted learn about the feathers. Could the man fly? Did he control the feathers as a whole or could he control them individually? He had so many questions.

"Ah, I forgot. Do you talk or is there another reason you haven't talked yet?" Asked the winged man.

Kuro ignored him. Instead he was trying to decide a name for the man. He'd need a special name. Something different than the other names he had. Hmmmm what to call him?

A feather floated in front of his face and then brushed against him. Kuro's eyes lit up and his brain stopped working. Pigeon! That's what he'd call the hero.

"Now that you have met," said Nezu, "You'll be seeing more of him on campus. So don't be worried if you see him. Understand, Kuro?"

Kuro clicked his tongue in agreement. Then the food arrived.

...

Kuro snuck out of his room that night. Using the cents ensured he would come across anyone who might be in the halls. Eraserhead in particular had bad insomnia and would be in the halls at all hours.

The building was mostly silent. Somewhere nearby a cat was meowing. Most likely one of the stray cats, the staff kept finding and bringing in. Kuro dropped from the vent onto the ground in front of doors that led outside. There he could work on his forms so he didn't get sloppy.

"Where are you sneaking off to, little listener?" Asked a familiar voice from behind him.

Kuro froze. The voice belonged to Present Mic. How did the man sneak up on him? Kuro didn't even hear him approach. He clicked his tongue angrily at the man. Present Mic had the audacity to laugh.

"You are so much like a cat, kiddo," laughed the adult, "Alright. What are you doing, little listener? Going somewhere?"

He wasn't. He wasn't going anywhere.

"If you're going somewhere, you have to tell a responsible adult, alright?"

Why would he have to do that? That made about as much sense as him not training. Stupid hero.

"Little Listener, it's three in the morning," complained the man, "Where are you sneaking off to anyway. Your form of communication doesn't allow a lot of information."

Kuro just stared at the hero. Maybe if he waited long enough the idiot would go away.

"Fine, how about a deal, little listener?" Proposed the hero, "We spar. I can show you the proper way and you can teach me some of your moves. Sound good, little listener?"

It did. The idea was intriguing. A sparring partner who was willing to train with him was rare. Given Present Mic was a hero, he wouldn't have to hold back. He'd be able to really test his strength.

Slowly Kuro nodded.

"Alright, we'll have an hour and then it's bedtime," instructed the hero, "Agreed?"

A couple more clicks. Kuro watched the hero carefully. There was no telling if the hero was serious or not.

"Excellent," exclaimed the hero, "Follow me, I'll show you where the training room is."

...

Kuro tested the weight of the practiced blades. The edges were dulled so that wouldn't do any permanent damage but getting by one would hurt. For his part Mic didn't seem to gather any weapons.

"Alright, little listener, rules are simple," announced the hero, "First person pinned loses. I'll only use a percentage of the strength of quirk. You try not to stab me, understand?"

A series of clicks. Kuro was fine with the terms. He was used to worse conditions. A sense of calm over took him as be entered his basic fighting stance. Time to see how good of a fighter this man was.

"Good, begin," shouted the hero.

Kuro attacked without hesitation. The widening of Mic's eyes was the only indication of his shock. However, he reacted quickly and dodged the blade. Kuro shifted the trajectory and aimed for the thigh. It landed. A nasty bruise would form there later.

"Wow, little listener," gasped the hero, "You sure aren't pulling punches, are you?"

Kuro didn't answer as he continued in a flurry of attacks. His feet barely stayed on the ground long enough to change positions. The swiftness of his attacks kept Mic off guard as he blocked or deflected Kuro's strikes. So far he was unable to attack in return.

That was until Mic's throat muscles constricted. He was about to use his quirk. A flash of images went across his sight and Kuro dodged to the left narrowly avoiding the burst.

Then he changed direction keeping to his internal tempo. Mic had the advantage of range due to his quirk. But that wasn't going to stop him. He was going to win.

A kick towards the gut. A slice near the side. Another hit on the arm. Kuro didn't hesitate. He was not holding back.

Mic was saying something but Kuro couldn't hear him. Another flash of images came only to be jarred out of them before they finished. Something knocked his legs out from under him. It wasn't the hero in front of him. There was another threat.

A knee was pressed into his back as he tried to get back up. His right arm was jerked behind him and twisted until he let go of the knife. Then the same was done with his left.

Kuro tried to buck the person off of him. Whoever was on his back was stronger than he was. It didn't make sense. The weight didn't shift or change.

"Easy, listener," murmured Mic as he knelt in front of Kuro, "Relax."

A hand ran down the back of his neck. The motion was calming and gentle. Slowly, the fight faded from his system. He relaxed and waited for the hero to release him.

"What were you thinking Mic?" Growled Eraserhead from above Kuro.

Slowly Eraserhead allowed him to sit up. Kuro didn't meet the gaze of either hero.

"Sparring, Eraser," answered the radio host.

"It didn't look like a sparring match to me," snapped the underground hero, "He could have killed you."

Kuro didn't have anything to say against that. He had fought with every intention to subdue or kill. Mic could have been seriously hurt.

"I know, Sho," replied the other hero, "It was supposed to be a simple spar. That's why he was using dulled blades. It just got a little out of hand."

Kuro clicked his tongue in apology. Dark eyes turned on him and Kuro flinched. He had been disobedient. He broke the rule. He wasn't allowed to use his weapons unless he was given permission.

Eraserhead raised a hand and Kuro flinched back. His arms raised to protect his head. If he had looked he would have seen the horrified look on Mic's face and the pained one on Eraserhead's.

When he wasn't struck Kuro took advantage and ran from the room. He left behind two stunned heroes.

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UA staff were being forcefully reminded that if Kuro didn't want to be found, it was extremely difficult to find him. Most of the time he would hide in places that at least Nezu would eventually look. This time was not the case.

No matter where the rodent or any of the heroes checked, they could not find him. No doubt he was terrified and hiding. Or maybe he was gone.

Tsukauchi was called and he said, "He's in the school. The bracelet hasn't been cut or removed."

That didn't ease anyone's worry. There were simply too many places to hide in the school. The only one who wasn't looking was Power Loader. Instead, the teacher was focused on designing a new support item for Eraserhead.

"We'll continue the search," assured Tsukauchi, "Don't worry. We will find him."

...

Kuro poked the machine with a spark or curiosity. He wasn't sure where in the school he was. It was a large space with tables filled with metal, wood, and parts. The room smelled of oil, sweat, and chemicals.

He knew better than to touch the unknown machine. Master always said touching the unknown could lead to pain. Which was fair. Still he was curious.

Footsteps approaching the door made Kuro freeze. Until the door started to move and he lunged for a place to hide. A cabinet would do.

"So, are these the specs, Power Loader?" asked Eraserhead as they stepped inside.

"They are," answered Power Loader as they came inside, "Don't touch the machine. It's for my students in second year."

"I appreciate the work," murmured Eraserhead.

The two started talking about things he didn't understand. Kuro quickly lost interest and grows bored. He leaned against the wall of the cabinet.

Choosing the cabinet he realized was a mistake. Even though he could see outside of the cabinet panic was beginning to set in. It was hard to breathe.

His hands reached for his chest. They were shaking and his mouth was dry. Kuro tried to take deep breaths. It didn't help. The cabinet was starting to get smaller. Was it getting hot? Or was that him? His skin was clammy and his hands were covered in sweat.

The conversation outside the cabinet slowed. Had he been noticed? Please no. He didn't want to be punished.

A shadow fell over the cabinet and it opened. Kuro burst out not able to stay in the cramped space. He didn't stop and rushed for the door. There was a shift in the air and Kuro dodged on instinct.

Don't let them catch you.

Run. Run. Don't. Be. Captured.

His heart pounded painfully. Sweat dripped from his skin. He had to get out.

Kuro didn't realize the chase had begun until a few moments later. Two sets of footfalls were following him. He couldn't focus. Every noise seemed to echo. Everything around him felt unreal. Like a dream. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs.

A figure appeared in front of him and Kuro shifted his weight. He dropped low so that he was a smaller target. A hand brushed against him. He lashed out.

His fist hit the person in the cheek. Kuro didn't wait to see who he struck. Instead he was off and running again. He had to get out. Had to get away.

There was no telling where he was or even when. All he could see was a maze of corridors. Where was he going? Did it matter?

A flash of images and Kuro changed directions. Instead of going left he went right avoiding someone else trying to grab him. Then he was through a doorway.

Outside!

Fresh air hit him in the face. The world stopped moving in slow motion. Sounds didn't seem muffled.

Someone grabbed him. Kuro reacted without thought. The weight was lifted and thrown aside.

Then there was the sound of wings and something sharp wrapped around his arms.

"Hey there Nugget, it's alright," soothed a voice, "Take a deep breath. I've got you. No one is going to hurt you."

Pigeon. He was here. Why? How?

"Breathe, kiddo, you're having a panic attack," instructed the bird, "Focus on your breathing. Nothing bad is going to happen. You want one of my feathers?"

He nodded and a feather was placed in his hand. Kuro gripped the soft material. He could feel the ridges and valleys. Pigeon was a safe presence. He pressed his forehead against the man's jacket.

"You're safe," promised the hero, "Deep breath. In and out. Let's see if we can't get your heart rate down."

Footsteps approached and Kuro stiffened. A hand ran up and down his spine and the words whispered into his ear.

"Easy, buddy, it's just Nezu," warned the Pigeon, "I'll protect you but you trust Nezu right?"

Of course, Kuro trusted the rodent. Kuro didn't move but didn't protest either. He waited for the teacher's judgment.

Nezu came around where Kuro could see him. Those beady black eyes looked over Kuro with a careful assessment. He clicked his tongue softly.

"Welcome back, Kuro," greeted the teacher, "You're alright. Do you feel better, Kuro?"

Kuro hesitated. His brain was fuzzy. The adrenaline had worn off and left him feeling shaky and sick. Pigeon ran a hand over his arm gently.

"Let's try that again, can you tell me if you are alright?" requested the principal, "Just give a single click or nod, okay. Can you do that?"

Nod. Click.

"Very good, Kuro," praised Nezu, "Now I have some questions, alright. Will you answer them?"

Nod.

"Good," approved the rat, "Do you remember where you are, Kuro?"

Kuro gave a nod. He did remember where he was. Now he was just tired. He was so tired.

"I am not surprised. Are you tired, Kuro?" Questioned the principal.

Click.

"Did you hide in the support labs the entire time?" Asked Nezu running a paw over his arm.

Kuro clicked sadly.

"Thank you for being honest, Kuro," said Nezu, "I know you're scared. I reviewed the video from the training room. You're not in any trouble, I promise. We were just worried when we couldn't find you."

Worried? Someone was worried? Why would anyone be worried about him?

"Come, let's get you something warm to drink," instructed the rodent.

Kuro looked at Nezu then at the Pigeon. Pigeon ruffled his hair gently and released him. He stood still. Unsure if he should follow or not.

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In Nezu's rooms he put a book in front of him with a pencil. Then the rat poured him a cup of tea and pushed it toward him. Kuro barely glanced at the book before he sipped at the honey sweetened tea.

"I was wanting to start you on writing exercises in a week or so," said Nezu sipping at his own tea, "I wanted to get a handle on your mental and emotional state first."

Writing. He had never done it. Kuro watched as the Pigeon drank a glass of water. Writing seemed difficult.

"However, given your reaction in the hallway and the fact you have hidden yourself away," continued the rodent, "Perhaps it would be a good idea to move that plan forward. Do you have any objections?"

Kuro shrugged. He didn't really care. It was the Nezu's decision. If Nezu thought it was useful he'd learn.

"Excellent," praised the rodent, "Let me show you how to hold it."

...

An hour later Kuro had enough of it. Nezu had been very patient. But this was a pointless activity. What good would writing ever be for him?

"Alright," relented the principal, "We will stop for today. Would you like a snack, Kuro? Hawks can join us.

Who was Hawks? Still Kuro nodded and followed Nezu easily. Pigeon followed them to the teachers lounge. Nezu made him a cup of warm milk. Then Pigeon pulled out a bag of chips.

"Want some?" offered the hero.

Kuro didn't have a chance to refuse before a handful was dumped in his hands. Kuro eyed them before looking up at the Pigeon. The hero grinned and opened the bag and took a handful.

"It's not poisoned," reassured the winged hero, "See, perfectly safe."

He bit into one and chewed slowly. Then he held it out and sniffed the others. When he couldn't smell anything wrong with them he popped one into his mouth. It wasn't terrible. He wasn't sure how he felt about them.

"I think you might like a chocolate bar better," mused the hero.

Nezu was making a cup of tea when the door burst open and Eraserhead strode in.

"Ah, Eraser, I thought you were patrolling," commented the rat.

Eraserhead ignored the rodent and stalked towards the young assassin. Kuro stiffened ready to throw himself away from Eraserhead. Pigeon seemed ready to protect Kuro.

A few of the teachers stood ready to intervene. Only for Eraserhead to bend down to eyelevel.

"I'm sorry, about earlier, kid," apologized the man, "I didn't mean to frighten you."

Kuro blinked at him. An apology. He didn't understand. People didn't apologize to him. He was a weapon not a person.

"Can you forgive me, Problem Child?" Requested the underground hero.

Problem child? Huh? What did that mean? Kuro clicked his tongue softly. Forgive him?For what exactly? He was confused.

While he was confused he accepted the apology. A moment later the man ruffled his hair and the adults were talking. Kuro relaxed a little more. Maybe being around heroes wouldn't be bad.

A knock sounded on the door and a moment later Tsukauchi entered. Kuro was surprised the man was there. Didn't the detective have other things to do.

"I brought dinner," explained the officer.

A bag was thrust his way. Kuro accepted the food with a curious click. Tsukauchi had brought him spicy udon noodles. Kuro's favorite.

"I asked the server to make it extra spicy," added the man.

Kuro gave a happy excited chirp. Erasehead was forgotten in favor of the food.

Eraserhead teased as he stood, "You're getting attached. At this rate you're going to spoil him."

"He's my soulmate," said Tsukauchi with a shrug, "I'm allowed to spoil him."

The spiciness was perfect for him. Kuro slurped the noodles with a happy hum. It had been a while since he had such a large amount of spice.

"Careful," cautioned Nezu, "That is hot."

Tsukauchi smiled as Kuro devoured the spicy meal. The detective had been working overtime since Kuro was rescued from his Master. There had been no progress on the case and that frustrated the police. Seeing him happy was heartwarming.

The detective ruffled Kuro's hair.

...

It was late. Naomasa was walking through the halls when a shadow dropped beside him. It was late, too late for it to be a stupid. The bright green eyes of Kuro stared up at him. Naoamsa glanced at his watch knowing it was way too late. He was here to give Nezu an update on the investigation. What was Kuro doing awake?

"Hey kid," greeted Naomasa warmly, "Can't sleep? Do you want some tea?"

Kuro shook his head. Then pointed at the file Naomasa and clicked his tongue curiously.

"Are you interested?" Asked Naomasa, "It's about your case. We have tried interrogating the attacker but he doesn't speak either."

There wasn't any surprise in the other's face. He must have expected that. It was a shame Kuro was mute. There was so much they could learn if he could communicate. At least Nezu was teaching him to write now.

Naomasa was surprised when Kuro grabbed his pants leg. He tugged on it trying to lead Naomasa somewhere. More out of curiosity than anything else he followed. Kuro led him down the hall. Then he looked up and suddenly jumped.

"Ouch!" exclaimed Naomasa.

His knee banged against the cabinet. Pain throbbed in his joint and he bent over clutching it. How the hell had Kuro even jumped that high?

From the vent above him, Kuro clicked his tongue in question. Hopping around on his good leg, Naoamsa waved the kid off. What was this kid? Part cat?

"Fine," muttered the detective, "Just bruised. What did you want to show me, anyway?"

Kuro tapped on the vent grate and clicked his tongue a few times. He was gesturing to the opening and pointing inside.

"You want me to crawl in there," gaped Naomasa.

Clicks were the answer.

Naoamsa rubbed a hand down his face. There was no way he could fit in the vents. He was surprised that Kuro could no matter how small the kid was.

"Kuro, I can't fit in the vents," explained Naomasa.

That got him a frustrated click.

The boy was only gone for a few moments before he dropped back out. In his arms was a book. He recognized it as the handwriting book Nezu gave Kuro. Kuro shoved it into Naomasa's chest. His face was bright red in an embarrassment that he didn't understand.

He opened it and noticed that he was trying to practice Naoamsa's name. Each letter was painstakingly drawn out. Most of them were not correctly spelled. However, it was his name. Written in messy scrawling letters.

Naomasa turned the page and he watched as it got a little nicer. He was obviously trying to impress Naomasa by being able to write the older man's name. It was sweet.

"It's amazing, kid," complimented the detective.

He received a bright grin and a blush. Naomasa brought him into a hug.

"Good job, kid," murmured Naomasa, "Good job."

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"Kuro," growled a low voice, "You have your assignment. Kill the officer!"

The screen changed to one of him on the ground. Pain flared in his ribs as a boot kicked him over and over in them. Blood bubbled in his mouth as a rib cracked. Another kick and Kuro felt his bones snap.

"Useless," snarled the man, "He's useless. Get rid of him."

"No," disagreed another voice softer in it's tone, "Put him back in the dark room. I'll let him out when he's been punished enough."

No please. Anything but the room.

A hand grabbed him by the back of his neck and directed him to the room. The door opened and Kuro was pushed in.

"Enjoy, Kuro," sneered the guard, "You'll stay in here until we feel you've learned. Good luck, little weapon."

Darkness. So much darkness. Where was he? Was this the cell? Was it the box? No that was smaller. This was bigger. Much bigger. Too big. What was that. Something was moving. Oh gods, no, no, no, no.

...

"Kuro wake up," order a soft voice.

A warm hand ran down his spine. Kuro came awake slowly. There was warmth flooding his mind through one of the bonds. He didn't even look up to see who it was. He lunged burying his face into a chest.

"Shhh, shh," whispered the person, "It's alright, Kuro. You're okay. Just breathe."

Breathe? He couldn't breathe. It hurt. Everything hurt. Please, just end the pain. End it, kill him. Let him die. Please. Don't put him back in the cell. Please. Just don't. Not the cell.

"It was a nightmare, Kuro," continued the calm voice, "You're safe. I've got you. Hush you're okay."

Kuro whimpered. He didn't want to go in the box. It was so small and tight. Even though the room was bigger, it was still a cell. All alone in the darkness. Alone in the cold. No, please not that. Anything, but that. Not the box!

"Shhh, Kuro," reassured the teacher, "You're not there anymore. Come on, follow my breathing. Deep breath in. Hold. Out. Again."

Kuro tried to follow the order. In, 2, 3, 4. Hold. Out. 2, 3, 4. In, 2, 3, 4. Hold. Out, 2, 3, 4. Eventually, his body listened and his heart calmed to match the beat of the other's. Tears dripped down his face and his throat burned. Why was his throat burning. He wasn't screaming was he?

"Better?" asked the voice, "How do you feel, listener?"

He was still tired. He rubbed his cheek against the shirt. Then his hand clutched at the fabric. His body trembled and a sob escaped his lips.

"Oh, Kuro," sighed Naoamsa quietly.

Kuro pressed closer. Trying to get away from the memories and the dreams. He didn't want to remember. He didn't want to be reminded of his past.

Naomasa held him tightly. Rubbing circles into his back, soothing the boy. Slowly, the sobs subsided. Replaced by the occasional sniffle. Every once in a while, a hiccup would cause the teen to jerk in his hold.

"Here, drink something," encouraged Nezu handing the teen a mug.

Kuro gave a couple clicks of his tongue in thanks. It was a cup of tea, just like the kind the principal drank. Kuro took a sip. It was sweet just like he liked it. A hand carded through his hair. He leaned into the touch. He was safe.

Safe. Safe. Safe. No cell. No box. He was safe. With a purr, he curled back against Naomasa who stiffened. Then he relaxed easily.

"Nightmare?" guessed Naomasa.

Kuro nodded and took another sip of tea. His head was growing fuzzy again. Sleepy. He was sleepy.

"Finish that, and you can have some more sleep, alright," instructed the detective, "I'll keep the the nightmares away."

Could he really promise that? Probably not. Kuro finished the tea and handed the cup to Nezu. Kuro let Naomasa help him lay back down. The detective ran his fingers through the curls.

"You're safe, Kuro," promised the man, "Sleep, kid. You're safe. I've got you. I won't leave. Promise. So just relax, close your eyes. That's it. Everything's fine, kiddo."

Kuro curled against Naomasa's side and let his eyes shut. The warmth was comforting and the steady heartbeat a reminder of the present. Not the past. Here and now.

"Rest," murmured the detective, "We're here. Nothing can hurt you. Rest, Kuro, just rest."

...

Nezu smiled at the sight of the detective and his charge. The child was finally sleeping. As if to prove that point the teenager was purring in his sleep. If he didn't know better he'd have thought Kuro had a cat mutation quirk.

Naomasa shifted and his arm tightened around the child. The movement caused Kuro to whine unhappily and click his tongue in a reprimand. Nezu covered a laugh behind his paw. The child was adorable. A shame that his childhood had been taken from him.

In a few hours they would need to rise and begin their day. However, for now, the detective and his young charge slept on. Both were resting easy. It was the first time either of them had truly rested in a long time.

Nezu turned and returned to his own rooms.

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Nezu looked up when Kuro made a frustrated noise. The boy was sitting in front of him on the floor. One of his hands was clenched in the carpet. His handwriting book was in front of him and a pencil in his other hand.

He gave the boy a knowing smile. Kuro's clicking became increasingly frustrated before the book was thrown. Papers flew out of the open binder and the pages of the notebook were ripped as the metal rings were pulled apart. Kuro glared at the offending object and then at the papers.

Nezu stood from behind his desk. He walked over and sat across from the fuming child. Kuro's eyes were bright with anger and annoyance. He clicked his tongue at the rodent. Nezu only offered him a small smile and began to gather the pages that were scattered. Kuro hesitated and eventually joined him in gathering the lost items.

The last page was picked up. Kuro's shoulders slumped in defeat. There were a few quiet apologetic clicks. Nezu gave him a pat in the shoulder. Then he placed the items on his desk. Kuro needed a break.

With all of Kuro's skills it was hard to remember that he was still so young. Sometimes Nezu forgot that. Especially when he had to remind himself the child couldn't read or write. That he didn't have the opportunities to express himself that other children had.

"It's okay," soothed Nezu as he put the book down on the table, "You're allowed to be frustrated and show your frustration. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone. Understand?"

A nod was given and the boy ducked his head. Kuro understood what he was saying. He was incredibly intelligent but had a long way to go to catch up to his age group. Those who held him focused on his combat abilities not his academic ones. It was a shame. For Kuro was an inquisitive boy.

"Shall we have a snack, Kuro?" Questioned the rat, "Some tea and a treat?"

Kuro's head snapped up and his stomach let out a loud growl in response. Nezu laughed and went to prepare the food. The boy followed him to the kitchen. He was eager for the chance to eat. Despite his small stature the boy had an appetite of someone twice his size.

After preparing the food, Nezu poured the drinks and handed the boy a plate. They ate in silence. Kuro practically inhaled his food. He was always hungry but he never asked for more. All he would do was eat what he was given.

Once the meal was done, the boy cleaned his area. Then he made a face at the writing book. Obviously, his mood had not improved.

"You can go outside," relented Nezu not willing to force the issue.

Kuro was gone in a flash. Nezu watched him run and a smile tugged at his lips.

...

Kuro paused outside ignoring the images that flashed across his mind. His hands trailed to his knife. He felt rather than saw the attack and dodged to the left. He rolled to avoid the second strike. Then he was up on his feet.

Drawing his knife from it's sheath he blocked an attack meant to render his shoulder useless. Without hesitation, he moved to counterattack. Images flashed again and he sprung back barely missing a knife to his thigh.

There was more than one his time... they were like him. Assassins.

Twisting to the side, he avoided the next blow. Kuro's leg kicked out and the attacker fell to the ground. He didn't pause and flipped his blade. The hilt slammed into the skull. A pained gasp was the last thing heard from the first of his attackers.

His body was moving on instinct. Attack with the intention to kill. Use whatever necessary to end the threat.

Kuro blocked the next attack. Metal scraped against each other. Blood dripped down his forearm. He ignored the pain knowing it would heal in a moment. Instead he thurst his knife towards his opponent's throat.

A hand gripped his wrist and twisted. Kuro was forced to abandon his weapon or risk a broken wrist. Another knife sliced at his cheek and he dodged. Just barely. The tip of the knife dug into his skin as he pulled back trying to get space.

A flash of images came again. Dozens of possibilities that made his head hurt. But there was only one that didn't end with him unconscious. A shot rang out and he took a bullet to the shoulder. He fell with the movement avoiding a needle by a hairs breadth.

He was not able to prevent another shot ringing out and a tranquilizer to his shoulder. He didn't hesitate and tore it from his skin. Not fast enough. All of the tranquilizers were strong and fast acting. They'd been specially tailored for bring down the assassins.

His brain was muddled. His body was going numb. A grunt escaped him as he uir the ground. The two others immediately began to pat him down for weapons. One cut his bracelet and that was the last Kuro knew before he was pulled under.

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Naomasa was in a meeting with the police chief when his and Sansa's phones went off. The sound was the emergency signal. Only a few people were given the number and the tone was specific to the contact. This was from the tracker on Kuro's bracelet. It was followed by a message from Nezu.

Nezu: Kuro was taken.

What... No... he was supposed to be protect at UA. They had improved security since the last break in.

"I have to go," said Naomasa standing.

"Go," said Sansa, "I'll take over things here and call Nighteye and Best Jeanist. We'll meet you later UA as soon as we can."

"Thank you," replied Naomasa.

The drive to the school seemed to take forever. How had this happened? Who could have gotten past the new security system. More importantly, how were they going to find him?

Naomasa pulled in and parked. When he reached the principal's office. Eraserhead, Jeanist, and Nighteye were all already there. As was Vlad King. Each of them was tense and worried.

"Alright, we are all here," acknowledged the chimera, "Kuro was taken in an organized attack. There were at least three of them. A separate team was used to keep us busy. We were able to capture one of them. The rest got away with Kuro."

"How did they get through security," demanded Naomasa, "They shouldn't have been able to. Have you been able to get anything from the captured one?"

Nezu shook his head and replied, "No, the man has refused to speak to any of us. He hasn't even accepted the offer to a lawyer or his rights. Nothing. It seems he was trained the same way as Kuro. Forced to be mute."

Eraserhead's eyes narrowed and his voice was dark and cold, "We need to interrogate him. Find out where they took the kid. I know someone who has a telepathy quirk."

That brought out loud arguments from the heroes. Naomasa ignored the argument as he considered the information that they had. Whoever the group was, they were well organized and had inside information on Kuro. Enough to plan an escape route that no one at the school had found yet. Which was impressive considering that Nezu was searching.

His bond with Kuro was silent. Which he took as a positive that at least he was alive. The pain of losing a soul mate was said to be indescribable. Still he wished he could track the young assassin through it.

"The problem is, the quirk doesn't allow him to make the person answer," interrupted the detective, "It can't compel the person to answer. Only read their thoughts. If he was trained the same, he can block the quirk. Like our Kuro does. What we need is to find a way to communicate to the man."

Nighteye looked thoughtful and suggested, "What if we tried to talk to him in sign language? He might respond to that."

That would work if the assassin knew sign language. It wasn't likely though. The organization didn't want them to have a way to communicate.

The arguing continued and he only listened with half an ear. Hang on Kuro. We will find you.

...

Awareness came slowly and painfully. His entire body ached and his throat burned. Opening his eyes was difficult. Everything was too bright. His arms were bound behind his back. Tugging lightly he found it was handcuffs with a short chain. He lay on cold concrete on his right side.

Footsteps deliberately loud approached him from behind. The sound was familiar and his stomach dropped. It only lasted a moment before a hand pressed in between his shoulder blades. He realized that he was shirtless.

Calm settled over his him and he became boneless. Unable to move, his face was slack. He was aware of everything happening to him. But he couldn't do anything.

"Good, Kuro," praised a low voice, "Stay like that."

Unable to disobey, his body remained limp. Fingers ran through his hair. A thumb brushed his temple.

"Can he be retrained?" Asked another voice from somewhere he couldn't see.

"I believe so," agreed the owner of the hand, "With enough time. He wasn't with the heroes for long enough to break the original conditioning. It's just a matter of reinforcing them."

"See to it," ordered the first, "We have an important job for him. Don't disappoint me."

"Of course," promised Kuro's master.

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When Kuro awoke again, he was in his old cell. A single bed and a toilet. There were no windows or lights. It was a place of darkness and isolation. A prison that left him alone with his thoughts. Until he was dragged out and forced to kill. His arms were still restrained behind him..

Kuro rolled onto his stomach. He had to get his hands in front of him. It would make things easier. After a few minutes of struggling his arms were in front of him. The cuffs were not the standard issue used by law enforcement like he expected. These were reinforced with steel. The lock itself was electronic fingerprint if he had to guess. To make matters worse the way they encased his wrists would prevent him from slipping out of them by dislocating his thumbs.

A sigh of frustration and annoyance slipped from him. A click of his tongue sounded loudly in the room. It made him wince a little. He'd forgotten how sound carried in the rooms. If Master heard, he'd be punished.

The thought gave Kuro pause. Was he already falling back into old habits? Already looking at things on how not to be punished? He had to get out of here.

He stood on unsteady legs and nearly collapsed back onto the bed. Slowly and carefully, he walked around the room. With his fingers, he examined every inch of the walls. Searching. Looking. Trying to find some weakness. Something to exploit. Anything that could be of use. Yet, there was nothing. No weaknesses. No cracks. Nothing to help him. The door hinges were on the outside so he couldn't even try to remove them. Though when someone brought him food he could try attacking them that way.

Food. When was the last time that he had eaten? Did they intend on starving him to weaken his resolve? Probably.

In a burst of anger, Kuro struck the wall with a closed fist. And did so again. The pain was grounding. It helped him to focus on the fact that this was real. That his situation was serious. He wasn't going to die without a fight.

It was an unknown amount of time later when the he heard the lock of the door turning. Immediately Kuro jumped to his feet ready to attack the person. There was a flash of images across his vision.

As soon as the door opened he sprung into action. Kicking the door, the guard stumbled back. A baton was swinging for his head and he dodged it. It was electricified on the end. Being touched by it would mean game over. Kuro kicked the person's knee causing him to fall. Then a foot to the face knocked the other unconscious. Snagging the keys and a small blade, Kuro quickly fled the room. He didn't have long before his absence was noted. Hopefully, the guard would remain unconscious long enough.

The halls were brightly lit and empty. His footsteps were barely audible. Another flash of images caught his attention and he jumped back. Narrowly avoiding a strike from another baton.

Another guard. This one was more prepared. Her movements were quick and precise. She was well trained. Kuro ducked under her arm at the elbow. He precisely struck the joint and there was a satisfying crack as it broke. The woman screamed in agony. Before she could recover, he slammed the hilt of the knife against her temple.

She crumpled and Kuro was off running. He couldn't afford to waste time. There was no telling what kind of alarms had gone up. Or how many people had noticed his escape. The goal was getting out. Once in the city he would have more places to hide.

Kuro rounded the corner and narrowly missed a punch to the gut. Leaping back, he avoided a kick. His eyes narrowed at the newcomer. Of course, Master would send his personal bodyguard. A tall, lean man who was named Bear. While the man's quirk was a simple strength enhancement, he was a skilled fighter. Easily one of the best in the organization. Unlike Kuro and the others he had full autonomy.

"Master will not be pleased," commented the bear, "He told you to behave, little weapon."

A snarl was the only warning the man received. Kuro lunged aiming the knife at the man's weak spots. Unfortunately, his aim was wide. Instead of hitting a major blood vessel or artery, the blade merely cut the skin. It wasn't deep enough. Barely a scratch. In the next instant, a boot was connecting to his ribs. Kuro hit the ground rolling to avoid the next attack. Pain exploded in his ribs but he ignored them.

Instead he used the pain to fuel his next attack. Aiming low, Kuro aimed for Bear's hamstrings. Cripple or kill him. There was no reasoning with Bear.

Kuro wasn't fast enough. Bear managed to block his strike. One of the man's fists connected with his jaw. Blood filled his mouth and Kuro spit it in his opponent's face. Unfazed, the man blocked the next blow. Kuro was forced to dodge the next series of attacks and was unable to land his own.

The images kept coming and he used them to keep from being brought down. Finally, an opening presented itself. His foot swept at his opponent's legs. Bear stumbled and Kuro took advantage. His knuckles dug into the hollow of his throat and the man gasped in pain. Spinning around, his leg swung high and his shin hit the temple. Bear collapsed and didn't rise again.

Kuro panted heavily and spat more blood. There wasn't any time to catch his breath. There would be more coming. He stumbled to his feet and ran. He had to find his way out. Another flash of images went across his mind and his nose began to bleed extensively. Too much. Images were too much. They were increasing in speed and intensity. His head began to throb.

More images came. Each faster than the last. Until he dropped to a knee. His breathing was ragged and his ears were ringing. There were so many. So many possibilities and they were starting to blend together. He vomited a moment later. Kuro's body was trembling from the strain. What was happening? His quirk had never acted like this before.

As even more images came at him, he leaned forward. Forehead pressed to the cool floor. His heart was racing and his chest hurt.Still, the visions would not stop. They just kept coming. At a rapid rate. Faster than his brain could process. Over and over and over. He felt sick. His body was shaking. Why wouldn't it stop?

A cool hand pressed in between his shoulder blades. Calm ran through him. As did a feeling of complete and utter failure. An awareness of the situation. The knowledge that he had failed in his escape attempt. He would keep trying. He had to.

"Its over, Kuro," whispered Master and Kuro growled in response, "On your feet."

He resisted as Master tried to pull him to his feet. More images ran through his mind. They were slower now. But no less painful. Master sighed and then there was a prick of a needle. Warmth and lethargy flooded him and his struggles grew weaker.

"I'll take him," said a new voice, "I think we need to give him a dose of the serum."

Kuro wasn't given the chance to struggle against it. The drugs pulled him under.

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It had been a week since Kuro disappeared. Seven days. One hundred and sixty eight hours. Naomasa had collapsed the first day when pain like nothing he'd ever felt before go through him. It was like someone was tearing him apart from the inside. His soulmark burned and ached. All of the emotions were not his. These were the emotions of Kuro. Whatever was being done to him, was agonizing.

He'd collapsed in Nezu's office when the feeling went through him. When he'd come to, everyone had crowded around him. Sansa had called the paramedics. Everyone was worried and asking if he was alright. How could he be though? The kid was being tortured and they had no way to find him. Nothing had gotten from the prisoner. Not even the use of sign language had worked. No one knew where Kuro had been taken.

Even days later it still left him shaken. Unable to work the chief ordered him to stay at the school until the teenager was rescued. So, in order to feel like he was contributing. Naomasa threw himself into looking into every scrap of information they had on Kuro. He was certain that there had to be some clue that they were missing. Some piece of the puzzle that would lead him to the child.

"Tsukauchi," said the gentle voice of Nezu, "You need to rest. You're exhausted, I can tell. Go sleep. Take a nap."

Naomasa looked at the rat and refused bluntly, "I can't, sir, not while Kuro is out there. I have to find him. What if he goes back to killing again?"

"You're no good to him exhausted," reprimanded Nezu lightly.

Naomasa shook his head. Rest would have to wait. He had to find the kid. Had to rescue him. The bond in his chest was growing darker. Which was worrying. Darkening bonds were caused from the death of a soulmate, abuse, or trauma. It was effecting Nighteye and Best Jeanist as well. Their tempers were fraying along the edges and snapping at others including their sidekicks. Eraserhead wasn't much better. Having to be pulled from patrols several times. The pro hero was constantly searching the streets. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy. Even Hawks was taking to the skies to search for the child.

"I'll sleep when the kid is found," said the detective stubbornly.

"Your determination to save the child is admirable," praised the chimera, "However, you are no use to the child half dead. You must rest and eat. I know this is not easy for you. However, you won't help him by collapsing. I understand you won't go home. So use one of the extra rooms and sleep. If anything changes we will find you."

"I can't," he bit out through clenched teeth.

What if the moment that he rested was the moment the break in the case came. What if the call was made and he wasn't available. No. That wasn't an option. Naomasa would rest when the boy was safe. Not before.

"You can and will," snapped the principal, "Or would you rather I ask Nemuri to force you to do so?"

That stopped him. Midnight would absolutely be able to knock him out. Reluctantly, Naomasa stood and gathered his things. He didn't have the energy to argue. Nor did the detective have a desire to wake up after being drugged by a quirk to sleep.

...

Kuro curled in on himself. Every part of him ached and his thoughts were jumbled. His muscles twitched and trembled. Everything was fuzzy and unclear. Something had been pumped in the air. It was making his head spin. Making him weak. Footsteps sounded making their way towards him and he flinched away. He curled further in on himself trying to protect his vital organs.

"Easy, Kuro," crooned Master placing a hand on the back of his neck.

Kuro didn't even attempt to fight the calm that washed away his pain. It was welcome. Anything was better than the constant pain and burning. He was tired and sore. He tried to push against the hand. It earned a hum of approval from Master. Words were said but his brain was too muddled to make sense of them.

A hand found its way under his chin. He was forced to look up into a blurry face that he didn't recognize. Blonde haired woman was all he was able to make out. She was talking to him. Or at him. Maybe. Her fingers were tracing his skin and she was making notes on a tablet. Was this a doctor? She didn't look like one of the doctor's from before.

She released him and Kuro dropped his head. The world was spinning and he felt nauseous. He was turned around to look into his Master's face. The woman was speaking and her voice was loud. Everything was too loud. Kuro whined. The Calm returned. His body sagged in exhaustion. A small pleased smile was given to him.

He was aware of a pin prick and the sensation of something sliding into his arm. The room spun and he was dragged down. Down. Down into the comforting darkness and into the nightmares. At least the pain would stop.

When he came around again, the fuzziness in his mind hadn't faded. The lights were dimmer now and his stomach rumbled. How long had it been since he ate. He wasn't sure. He didn't even know how long he'd been here. Time was becoming a blur. One minute blending into the next. Then the hour. Eventually the day. It was impossible to keep track of it.

Footsteps approached him. He moved back into the corner. Away from the person. Away from the door. There wasn't a laugh like he expected from one of the guards. In fact there was no sound from the person at all as they opened the door. Carefully he looked up at the doorway to his room. A man he thought had died entered. His body was wrapped in bandages but he was alive. Alive and unbound.

Unsteadily Kuro stood his legs trembling. A strangled noise escaped him. Tears welled in his eyes and he stumbled forward. The other caught him easily. A low rumble of a chuckle was the answer. Gentle hands brought him close and hugged him tightly. The silver eyed man, his mentor and only friend for so long.

Relief filled him and Kuro clutched at him desperately. He had a flicker of worry that the other wasn't real. Just a hallucination from the drugs in the room. It wouldn't be the first time. But the longer he stayed the more convinced that the older was truly alive and not a figment of his imagination. A scarred hand ran up and down his biceps. He made a few clicks in desperate question.

They were returned but gave no answer. Instead, the man lowered him to the floor. Then took a seat beside him. The wall was cold against his back and his legs stretched out in front of him. Neither of them talked. No matter how many clicks he gave or gestures the other didn't give an answer. He did pet Kuro as he had in the past. Running his fingers through his curls. It was soothing. And soon his eyes were drooping and he leaned against the other. Head resting against the shoulder. Sleep claimed him once more.

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Kuro blinked awake slowly and carefully. The figure from last night was gone. Leaving him to wonder if he was a hallucination. Yet, there was a warmth that lingered. He hoped that it wasn't a hallucination. He missed his mentor. Still, he doubted the man would help him. They were both in the same predicament.

A shudder ran through him as images jumped across his vision. His nose began to bleed and his headache was getting worse. Groaning in discomfort, he wiped his bloody nose on the sleeve of his shirt. It didn't seem to stop though. Soon his entire mouth was coated in copper. He spat out the blood and closed his eyes.

Why couldn't it stop? All he wanted was for it to stop. For the visions and the voices to just shut up. Please, let him be at peace. Let him rest. Couldn't he just have some peace? The lock to his door was turning and he didn't move. Didn't bother to stand or get in position. What was the point?

Someone walked in and approached him. It was a guard. The person's hands were rough. Fingers digging in harshly. Kuro was hauled to his feet. Something in him decided enough was enough. He'd stopped killing when the heroes took him in. No. More.

The click of his tongue was sharp. As the other reached to grab him he kicked them in the gut. Hard. A soft wheeze left the other and then they were crumpling to the ground. Before the guard could recover, he grabbed the knife on their hip. Hand steady he buried the blade in the side of their throat. Blood sprayed from the artery. That was all Kuro could smell. The metallic scent of blood. In response his eyes went cold.

More footsteps. He didn't hesitate to jump on them as soon as they were in sight. Another slash. Another death. Kuro was covered in the spray of their life's essence. Only a moment of hesitation was given. Then, he was moving again. This was his chance to escape. Again, he had to try. Even if Master would bring him back.

His bare feet slapped against the concrete. Each step was a countdown of the little time that he had. He had to run. Fast. Faster. He couldn't afford to waste a second. Any amount of delay could be fatal. Especially for him. His lungs were burning. Legs aching. Body trembling. But nothing would stop him. Nothing.

Another person rounded the corner. Kuro didn't slow or hesitate. The knife went through their throat as easily as any other. Images came and he jumped back easily. Avoiding the blow from behind. He was a blur of movement. Using every ounce of training that was drilled into him. Every lesson. Every bit of knowledge to dodge and kill. Kill. Escape. Survive. Save yourself.

He would NOT die here!

Kuro was panting heavily. There wasn't much farther to go. He could see the door. What he hoped was a way out. An alarm was going off. Loud and blaring in his ear. His heart raced and his pace quickened. Just before he reached the door instinct screamed at him. Half a second before the images flashed he jumped back. He narrowly avoided the knife that tried to lodge itself in his shoulder.

No hesitation was given. Kuro jumped at his opponent. They were the same size and build. Yet, the other was less experienced. Less skilled. So much easier to take down. It only took a moment to end his life as well. Leaving him to fall on the ground in a heap of limbs. Kuro didn't pause. He kept running. The others would have heard the scuffle. They'd be on his heels. Maybe even waiting to ambush him outside.

There was a thud and a dart landed at his feet. Kuro didn't look at the direction that the tranquilizer had come from. Instead, he sprinted. Feet slapping on the pavement. More darts flew at him. Missing him by a hair's breadth. He didn't care where he was going. Only that he got away. Somehow. Someway. If it was the last thing that he did. He would escape. He would never return. Never again.

Escape. Run. Hide. Survive. Those words repeated themselves over and over in his mind.

Images came and he moved with the best course not hesitating for a moment. Instinct and skill were what drove him. He made it to the doorway. Wrenching it open, a sense of euphoria went through him. Sunlight hit his face and his eyes burned from the sudden brightness. Wind brushed his cheeks and ruffled his curls. Air filled his lungs. Fresh and clean. The air wasn't clogged from dust and filth. From the scent of blood. Of death. It was freedom.

As soon as his feet hit grass a shot rang out and fire lit up his right shoulder. It barely slowed him. Only a stumble in his stride. Adrenaline and fear were pumping through him. Not allowing the pain to fully set in. Behind him orders were being shouted. All of them came with a single caveat. Not to kill him. They might not want to kill him, but Kuro had no such qualms.

Muscle memory alone was his guide. Pushing his muscles faster and harder than before. A burn that was indescribable. He ignored the shots ringing out. Ignored the yells. Ignored the blood. Ignored the fact that he didn't know where he was or where to go. He just had to get away. Far, far away from the place that haunted his nightmares.

Another flash of images and blood exploded from his nose. The world spun around him. His body was beginning to grow sluggish. Whether from exhaustion, injury, or something else he didn't know. Dots began to dance in front of his vision. Still, he pushed on. Going further and further from his prison. Further from his tormentors. Further from those who would harm him.

Trees and bushes surrounded him and still he ran on. Unaware and uncaring of his surroundings. Everything was a blur. Colors that didn't make sense. Kuro felt the ground give way to nothing under him a second before he fell into a river. The cold was a shock to his system. Instinctively he breathed in. Water flooded his lungs and he sputtered. Trying to cough up the water that was suffocating him. It was a battle that he was quickly loosing. One that his body was not in a state to fight. Darkness was encroaching in his vision. Slowly and steadily his movements were becoming weaker. Slower. Until the darkness claimed him.

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Katsuki didn't often visit this part of the woods. It brought too many memories to the surface. His mom had tried to shield him from the worst of the news. However, she'd been unable to shelter him from everything. Even young his ears had picked up on the stories from the adults. Kids went missing in the area. Those who either didn't have a quirk or had a weak one. They'd disappeared and were never heard from again.

His mom had tried to tell him that Izuku had moved away. But he knew what he had seen that day. He saw the men dragging Deku into a car. Saw the boy struggle and scream. Saw him disappear. Yet, no one listened to him because he was six. No one cared because his childhood friend was quirkless.

Still, he didn't let himself forget. He didn't allow the memories to fade. Unlike everyone else in the neighborhood. Unlike the police and the teachers. Everyone said there was nothing that could be done. He would become a hero and find out what happened to him. Become the best and save his friend from whoever had him.

Still every year he brought flowers to the place they used to play at. The treehouse near the river that they had built together. With help from their parents. The tree that held the carving of their initials. That was the place that was the hardest to deal with. Where he could remember his friend the most.

He was heading to the spot when something caught his eye. Something in the river. Was that a log? Katsuki paused and looked closer. No... it wasn't a log. It was a body!

Without hesitation, he jumped in. The current wasn't as strong in this area. Probably the only reason the body hadn't washed out further down. Fighting the current, Katsuki swam towards the limp figure. Whoever they were, the person was small. Thin and pale from what he could see. They weren't wearing a shirt and were in some kind of thin pants. This person wasn't prepared to swim. Had they fallen in or was this a murder?

Reaching the person, Katsuki grabbed them and hauled him close. He was about to haul them back towards shore when he noticed the blood in the water. Looking at the person in his arms, he realized that the blood was from the teen. The kid had a bullet wound and his skin was littered in scars. Old and fresh.

What the fuck had happened to the other? Who had hurt him so badly and why was he in the river? No. Questions could wait till later. He had to get the other out of the water first. Then, he could ask questions. Right now, the other needed help and fast. There was no telling how long the other had been in the river or if he was alive. He wrapped an arm around the other's chest and began to haul them both back towards the shore.

Once on land, Katsuki laid the boy on the ground. Cursing to himself he searched for a pulse. For a heartbeat. Any sign of life. Thankfully he found a weak heartbeat but he still wasn't breathing. Shoving his fear aside, the blonde tilted the others' head up and placed his hands on the center of the rib cage. He'd learned CPR in class. Now was his chance to use the information.

He began the compressions. Thirty pumps. Two breaths. Repeat. Again, and again, and again. He refused to give up or admit defeat. Until finally the teenager coughed. Began to choke on the water he'd swallowed. Katsuki quickly helped him turn on his side. This gave him the chance to really look at the person he pulled from the river.

The boy's skin was pale. Almost ghostly so. His frame was thin. Painfully so. Like the other had not eaten in weeks. Green curls were plastered to his forehead. The strands were wild and tangled. Matted in places from the mud in the river. And then his eyes opened. They were a dark green, a color he'd only ever seen in one person. Could it really be? Was it possible? Or was his mind playing tricks on him?

"Izuku," questioned the blonde softly, "Izuku, is that you?"

A whimper was his answer and the other closed his eyes. Blood dripped from his nose and his body trembled. It was hard to believe that the child he'd thought dead was actually alive. Though, he couldn't think of that at the moment. The other was in serious need of medical attention. He couldn't carry the other. A closer look at his shoulder did indeed show a bullet wound and one that didn't have an exit. That meant the bullet was still in there somewhere.

"Hey," called Katsuki gently, "Stay awake, alright."

Green eyes met his. Bleary and unfocused. Izuku blinked slowly at him. Confused and uncertain. As if unsure whether he was real. Which made a horrifying amount of sense given his condition.

"I'm going to move you," he declared, "Okay?"

Izuku didn't respond. Didn't react to the question at all. Instead his eyelids drooped and his body slumped. He didn't seem to even have the energy to keep his eyes open. Katsuki picked him up from under the armpits. Slowly, carefully, he dragged the other away from the river's edge. All the while wondering if this was a dream or a trick.

The normal fifteen minute walk back out of the woods took well over an hour. By the time he exited the treeline, the other had slipped into unconsciousness. He was grateful that no one had spotted him. Explaining his would be difficult. Especially since the person in his arms had been missing for almost nine years. Katsuki was sure that no one would believe him.

He continued to drag Izuku towards his house. Thankful that no cars passed him or anyone was walking. That was the last thing that he needed. Getting to the back door, he propped the younger teen against the wall. Then, unlocked the door and opened it. Grabbing Izuku, he hauled him inside. Where he listened. He could hear his dad in the living room.

Shit, how was he supposed to hide the injured and wet boy in his arms. His mom would flip her shit. Not to mention that his father would likely have a heart attack. Damn it. Fuck. What was he to do?

Unfortunately for both him and Izuku, his dad chose that moment to walk into the kitchen. The older man's brown eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Katsuki could guess what they looked like. Him dripping from the swim. Covered in mud and dirt. Holding an unconscious and half dressed boy. Who was also covered in mud and had a bleeding wound on his shoulder.

Then his dad rushed to their side and helped him haul Izuku further inside. Together, the pair laid him on the floor of the kitchen. The man's fingers were gentle and careful as he checked his shoulder. Before running his hands down his sides. Checking for any more injuries that were unseen. When his hand pressed on a certain spot in his abdomen, the younger's body twitched. It was the only indication of pain. No noise of distress was heard. Father and son exchanged a look.

"I'm going to call an ambulance," declared Marasu, "Katsuki stay with him!"

Katsuki nodded and watched his dad leave the room.

...

An alert sounded from Nezu's computer. He clicked on the notification and found a message from the local hospital. Attached was a file. Opening it, the chimera felt his jaw drop. It was an image of a very familiar green haired boy. One that they'd been looking for desperately. Immediately, Nezu reached for his phone. Dialing the number of the detective. Relief filled him at the idea that their little problem child had been found.

"Tsukauchi," answered the tired voice, "I need you to go to Musutafu General Hospital immediately."

"Why, sir?" Asked the man, "Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all," replied the rat happily, "They just admitted a teenager with a gunshot wound to his shoulder. Its Kuro."

There was a sharp intake of air and then the sound of a chair toppling over. Footsteps were heard before the detective's car keys jangled. A door slammed and an engine turned on.

The relief was clear in the other's voice when he spoke, "I'll contact the others, we will meet at the hospital shortly."

"I'll be there as soon as I can," he declared already putting together what he needed to do to leave the school.

...

Naomasa was the first to arrive at the hospital. The doctors directed him to the three blondes who had found Kuro and called for an ambulance. Or more accurately, the teenage boy had. He looked roughly the same age as Kuro. Perhaps a year or so older. The older woman, the mother, was fussing over the soaked and muddy blonde. He was trying to brush her off.

"Hello, my name is Detective Tsukauchi," introduced the man, "I understand that your son pulled a young teenager from the river. Is that right?"

"Yes," confirmed the woman, her red eyes bright, "He was in a right state too. Bullet wound in his shoulder. Katsuki dragged him all the way home too."

The boy in question looked away from him. There was a tick in his jaw and a scowl on his face. He seemed suspicious of Naomasa and his intentions. Though, the man couldn't help but notice that his eyes kept straying to the doors that the detectives assumed led to the emergency rooms. Where Kuro had to be. So, the boy was worried.

"Can you tell me exactly where you found the victim?" Questioned Naomasa, "As detailed as possible please."

The teen glared at him and barked out, "You can't have him! You're not taking him from us again."

Again? What in the world was he talking about?

"Katsuki!" Chastised the woman, "Manners. The police are only trying to find out who hurt the poor dear. They aren't going to harm him, sweetheart."

The boy muttered something under his breath and turned his gaze to the ceiling. After a moment he said, "I was going to the treehouse we built when we were kids. On the outskirts of the woods. When I was passing the river, I saw him floating in the water. Pulled him out and brought him here."

"Wait..." he interrupted, "You know him?"

The kid gave him a "are you fucking stupid look?" Before saying, "Of course I know him. Its Izuku!"

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Truth.

His quirk deemed it true and that sent Naoamsa into shock. That was not the answer that he'd expected to hear. During the time they'd spent with Kuro, they'd been completely unable to find anything on his real identity. Whoever had taken him had gone through the effort of erasing his existence. Now, someone had come forward claiming to have not only recognized him, but to also know his name.

"Who's Izuku?" questioned Naomasa coming closer.

"He's my friend," snarled the teen, "Our moms used to be best friends. We spent every day together until he disappeared."

Truth.

"How old were you, Katsuki," asked Naomasa softly, "How old was he when he vanished?"

"Six," said the youth the snarling slowing, "He disappeared during the summer between kindergarten and first grade. We went on vacation and when we came back, he and Auntie were gone."

Truth.

Holy... the teen was telling the truth. Somehow, by some miracle the universe had placed him in the path of the one person that could identify him. Who had known him before the organization had taken him.

Naomasa pushed aside his feelings to process later. He needed to get as much information as possible. For now, the rest of the group had not arrived. So, he was the one who had to collect the information. Even as he wanted to do nothing more than sit with Kuro. To reassure himself that was okay.

"When you say that his mother and him were gone, what do you mean?" Asked Naomasa in the same soft tones.

"His house was empty. No furniture or clothes or anything," explained the blonde, "Mom called everyone that she could. But no one had a clue. Then, when the cops were called. She tried to report him missing but everything that proved Izuku ever existed was gone."

Truth.

The detective's blood froze. How was that possible? In order for someone to completely erase a person's existence the way that this boy's had been, would have required an extensive network of people. Either that or a single extremely powerful individual.

"Did the police look into it at all?" wondered Naomasa, "Or did they give up on the case?"

"They claimed that Auntie moved and that was the end of it," hissed the boy angrily, "They didn't even try to look. Said that there wasn't anything that they could do."

Truth.

Naomasa rubbed at his eyes. This was more complicated than he thought. Someone in the system was working to cover the organization's tracks. Whether willingly or unwillingly, was the next step in their investigation. There was so little they knew for certain.

Before he could continue the questions he had, the doctor came in. Akira was a doctor who'd treated many injured heroes over the years having worked closely with Recovery Girl. He was a tall lithe man with brown hair and warm hazel eyes. He gave Naomasa a nod in greeting.

"I'm Doctor Akira," greeted the man, "You found our John Doe correct?"

"Yeah," grunted the teen, "That was me. I'm the one who fished him out of the water."

Truth.

"Ah, yes," the doctor glanced down at his clipboard, "Well, thank you, young man, for rescuing him. If you hadn't been there it is unlikely he would have made it to the hospital."

Truth.

Naoamsa winced. The words were a painful reminder of just how close he'd come to losing Kuro for good. It was a horrible realization. One that left his chest tight and his stomach nauseous. His hand automatically went to his neck to rub the mark. Trying to soothe the anxious feeling that the thought of losing Kuro gave him.

"You can save him, right?" Demanded the boy.

"We'll do everything we can," promised Dr. Akira, "However, his condition is critical. He was severely dehydrated and malnourished when he was brought in. Not to mention that the gunshot wound in his shoulder was severe. The bullet had to be surgically removed. And from what little I can see, his ribs were recently fractured. Something that wasn't properly treated. Likely from a severe beating. That is not mentioning the concussion that is likely the cause of his unconscious state. Honestly he's lucky to be alive. Let alone breathing on his own. Honestly, he should be on a ventilator given the state of his lungs but something seems to be helping it along. A quirk perhaps."

Truth.

Every word that fell from the doctor's lips was true. Each one stabbed like a knife in the heart. Naomasa felt his throat tighten. His hands shook and his knees threatened to buckle. Thankfully, a chair was behind him. Allowing him to sink into the seat. What the hell had the organization done to him? It was sickening to think about. How could anyone do that to a child? Force them to fight and torture and kill.

"Is there any permanent damage?" Asked the blonde's father his voice thick and heavy, "Will he recover?"

"The extent of the damage is hard to determine at this time," admitted the doctor, "Until the patient wakes up, we just don't know. Unfortunately its a fairly large if. We don't know for sure he will wake."

Truth.

"Thank you, Doctor," said Naomasa, "When can we see him?"

Dr. Akira looked him in the eyes. Hazel meeting dark. He was ready to refuse Naomasa entry to see the patient. However, something in the detective's eyes changed the doctor's mind. Instead of the harsh denial of a cop on a case. He saw the desperation of a man desperate to see the person he cared for. Of a soulmate who was afraid. Someone that would not be stopped from seeing his mate. From being at the side of his beloved.

"In a few moments," answered the doctor finally, "We'll be moving him to recovery shortly. After that, you may visit. Only two at a time. Until then, please wait. You should prepare yourselves though. Its not pretty. Be prepared. Oh, and I'll need his name so that we can update the records."

Truth.

"Its Midoriya Izuku," growled the teen.

Truth.

Midoriya huh? Naomasa filed that bit of information away. He'd search the database for any hint of a missing persons' report on the boy. Anything that could help to shed some light on the situation. He'd also need to give it to Nezu and see what the rat could find. They would need every piece of the puzzle that they could get their hands on. If only to fill in the missing pieces of the picture.

"Thank you," said the doctor before leaving the room.

"I didn't catch your names," commented the detective to the family.

The woman smiled, "Bakugou Mitsuki, that's my husband Masaru. Our son, Bakugou Katsuki, is the one who saved the kid. I was the one who was friend's with Inko before she disappeared."

Truth.

"Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa," he replied, "I'd like to speak to you both in the near future. To ask some questions and learn a bit more about Midoriya."

"Of course," assured the woman, "I do have questions about your tie to, Izuku."

Naoamsa nodded in understanding. He had expected the request and would explain it just not right now.

...

It felt as if he was floating in a see of nothing. Surrounded by darkness and weightless. There was a pressure on his body. On his limbs. Restraining him. Keeping him in place. Voices faded in and out of his consciousness. Nothing was clear enough to make out. Just that the tones were worried. Scared.

Had he been recaptured? Was that why his body wouldn't respond to his commands. Had they drugged him once more? Trapped him in that nightmare. Fear and panic filled him at the very idea. Would Master punish him again? What had he done wrong this time?

The voices continued speaking and something entered his veins sending him back under. Down into the depths of his own mind. Where the images swirled and danced.

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"Get up, Kuro," hissed his Master.

Kuro obeyed the command sluggishly. He could feel his body trembling in exhaustion as he pushed himself up to his hands and knees. Blood ran from his nose and dripped from his lips. Another failure. Another test. One that was too difficult. His master was disappointed in him. He was ashamed of his performance. Weak. Pathetic. Worthless.

Master crouched to a knee in front of him. Fingers grabbed his chin. Forced his eyes to look at the cold gaze as it considered him. Judged him and evaluated his usefulness. Then the hand released his chin and found its way into his hair. It ran through his hair gently. A part of him relaxed. This was familiar. Something that happened often. Though, the gentle touches were rare, they were something that he'd experienced his entire life. A reward.

"You have failed, Kuro," sighed his Master, "This is a disappointment. Still, we will try again. Do you understand?"

Kuro nodded. He did. They were going to repeat the tests until he got it right. As always. Or at least, until they were satisfied. Until the pain became too much. The drugs would take him and the dreams would begin. Dreams were never good.

...

He fought his way out of the memory but only just. Everything hurt and the pain threatened to send him back down into his mind. The darkness was all consuming. Terrifying. Yet, in the end comforting. At least in the darkness no one could see him. See his weaknesse. No one could not use him to their whims. Even the voices couldn't reach him.

A part of him didn't want to leave the comfort of the darkness. To do so, would bring only pain. They had him, that he was certain of. So, why did a part of him hope that was not true. Hope was a weakness and would not save him from his fate. They always found him. There was only so long he could run and they had proven that the heroes couldn't protect him.

Something brushed his forehead and the images exploded across his vision. His body stiffened and trembled as the visions washed over him. Over and over and over. There was a sharp gasp from above him. Words were exchanged, but none of them made sense to him. Footsteps rushed in and the voices spoke. But still none of it made sense. Everything was muddled. Again he was pulled back under against his will.

...

Hot sticky blood covered Kuro. Dripping from his hands and face. Bodies scattered around him. Their eyes stared up at the ceiling unseeing. Mouths opened in silent screams. The scent of death hung heavily in the air. Prior to this it would have made him gag but he only stared at them blankly waiting for his next order.

A hand came under his chin and tilted his face up. Master examined his expression and hummed. Whatever was there seemed to satisfy him. Releasing his chin, the man stepped away. Giving a curt gesture for him to follow, Kuro fell in line behind him. He didn't bother to wipe the blood from his skin. It didn't matter anyways. Soon it would be replaced with new blood. That was all he was worth. A killer to be pointed at his next victims.

...

Nezu entered the hospital room. Kuro laid in the center of a bed. Bandages wrapped tightly around his chest and arms. Bruises littered his skin from the beatings that the doctors said that the boy had received prior to his escape. An IV was in his wrist. Feeding him antibiotics and fluids. His shoulder was swathed in bandages where the bullet had struck. Machines beeped steadily showing that the boy was stable. Tsukauchi was next to Kuro watching him intently. One arm was stretched across the bed and was holding the teen's fingers in a loose grip.

"How is he doing, Detective?" asked Nezu jumping onto the other chair in the room.

"His heart stopped twice," admitted the detective, "And he's not responding to anything. They had to sedate him because he was seizing."

Nezu gave a soft sound of understanding. Then, the door opened and a pair of nurses walked in giving them both a greeting. Nezu watched as they checking Kuro's vitals. His mind went back to the name that they were given. Izuku Midoriya, a child that didn't exist according to official records. Who the Bakugous insisted on was the same age as their son.

Whoever had done it, knew what they were doing. Leaving no trace of the family that was supposedly taken. Yet, the family claimed to have known the mother and child. Even having pictures of the little boy. The last photo was just days before his disappearance at his sixth birthday party. According to the family, the police had not been interested in trying to find the missing persons. Writing the woman off as simply moving without telling her friend and that the child didn't exist. Despite proof of otherwise. Which was a rather disturbing thought. Especially if the officers were truly corrupt and had chosen to let the child slip through the cracks.

The two left the room and the duo were alone once more. Nezu hopped from the chair to the edge of the mattress. Studying the child that he'd grown so fond of. The child that was so determined to escape. To break free from his captors. He'd just begun to heal and Nezu had to wonder how far this would put him back. He had to hope that the teen wouldn't retreat into himself. That his freedom hadn't been an illusion. Though, he was afraid of that exact scenario occurring. After everything, it wouldn't be surprising.

"What's the plan, sir?" Questioned Tsukauchi.

"Right now we focus on helping him recover," answered the chimera, "Someone needs to be with him at times now. We can't afford to leave him on his own."

Tsukauchi didn't answer verbally simply he nodded.

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Katsuki couldn't stay away from the hospital. Couldn't stay away from the knowledge that his childhood friend was alive. He needed to see the other. Needed to reassure himself that Izuku was indeed at the hospital. So, the moment that school ended he bolted. Shoving his books in his bag and ignoring the shouts from his teachers. They didn't matter. Only the idiot did.

It took no time at all for him to make it to the hospital. Nor did it take him long to find the right room. The detective that had come to talk to them the night of their return was gone. In his place was the UA Principal was sitting in the chair reading a book. Seeing the rat gave Katsuki pause. Why would the principal of a hero school be at the hospital? Was the man here to visit a sick student or staff member?

The chimera looked up at him and closed his book, setting it down on the table. Dark eyes regarded the teen carefully with a calm expression. For a moment the rat was quiet and appeared to be thinking. Then the creature motioned to the second chair beside the bed. Slowly, hesitantly, Katsuki approached. His eyes were on his old friend the entire time. Afraid that if he look away, the other would disappear as if this all had been a dream.

"He's sedated right now," informed the rat, "So, don't be alarmed if he doesn't wake up. He hasn't been healing as well as we hoped. I am Nezu and you must Bakugo Katsuki. Am I correct?"

"Yeah," agreed the blonde taking a seat in the chair, "That's me."

"I've heard a lot about you, young man," commented the chimera, "You're quite the talented individual from my sources. Top grades at your school. A quirk that is suitable for the career of a hero. Though you have some anger issues."

Katsuki blinked, unsure of how to respond. Nezu didn't seem to expect a reply. Instead the rat was watching Izuku. Eyes focused on the sleeping teen. As though the other would vanish at any second. There was a tension in his shoulders that was easy to recognize. Worry and concern. Just like how he felt. How did Nezu know him?

"Who is Zuku to you?" wondered the boy his voice softer than normal.

"I can't answer that," said Nezu, not looking at him, "Its an ongoing investigation and an information sensitive one."

"That isn't an answer," snarled the blonde.

"Unfortunately, its the only answer that I can give," replied the chimera, "But, I will say that its someone important to many people. And those that care deeply want nothing more than his safety. You are also aware that you can't tell anyone about his presence at the hospital, correct?"

"What do you mean?" Asked the youth warily.

"It means that there are those who would harm him," explained the mammal, "If his location is revealed they will seek to retrieve him. Understand?"

Katsuki frowned at that and looked at Izuku. He would do anything to protect his friend. But, the idea that others would try to hurt the nerd pissed him off. People had already hurt him enough. That much was obvious. From his injuries to the way that the adults were acting. What the fuck had happened to his friend?

"I'll protect him," he declared.

"That's very noble of you," praised the chimera, "But right now, you have to think of yourself. Your education is important."

Katsuki wanted to argue. To demand that the rat allow him to spend his days at the hospital. Yet, the blonde knew that his parents would never allow that. They would insist that he attend his classes. He still had to get his Hero License. Without that, then the boy wouldn't be able to become a hero.

"Fine," he muttered, "I'll go to class and shit. But, I'm coming back everyday, got it?"

"Of course," promised the rodent, "Just please keep in mind that you can't tell people about it."

"Whatever," huffed the teen.

He'd show them. Prove that he was strong enough to help. Strong enough to save the nerd from whoever had hurt him.

...

Naomasa was just entering Kuro's room when the doctor came in with Kuro's blood test. The man's brow was furrowed and his face pinched. Whatever the results had been, the news was not good. Dread filled the pit of the detective's stomach and his throat tightened. Please, let the news be okay.

"Is everything alright?" asked the detective softly, "What's the result of the tests?"

"We ran the toxicology reports from when he was first brought it," sighed the man, "It took longer than normal and I'm afraid that the results are not good. There are substances in his system that we can't identify and a large dosage of a tranquilizer used for those suffering from psychosis. Its a heavy duty drug that isn't recommended unless a person is out of control. The combination seems to be causing the seizures and other symptoms that have occurred. We can't give him anything to counteract it either. Because we don't know what is in his system. Giving him something could kill him. All we can do is make him comfortable and wait. It should work itself from his body."

Truth.

Mother fucker this kid couldn't catch a break could he? Naomasa's hand tightened around his pen. The metal bent in his grip. God, he was so fucking tired of the universe trying to destroy this child. He'd suffered through so much and now his survival chances were less than they were when he was found. What kind of bullshit was that!

"Will he survive?" Questioned the detective softly. Dreading the answer that he would receive.

"Honestly," the doctor's gaze dropped, "We don't know. He's a fighter. But its unlikely. I'm sorry, sir, but you need to prepare for the fact that your soulmate might not live to see next week."

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Warmth spread through him as a hand carded through his hair. It wasn't an unfamiliar touch and it made him feel safe. Made him feel cared for. Protected. Who? Master wouldn't do this? Wouldn't be gentle or caring. Whoever this was, was different. Someone new. A shudder went through him and the hand paused. He couldn't open his eyes. Couldn't move or speak. Nothing seemed to respond to his commands.

"Kuro?" asked a voice sounding as if it was coming from under water.

Another tremor raced through his limbs. His muscles were aching. Spasming and relaxing in waves. It had to be the serum Master used. It was the only thing that made him react like this. When the effects wore off, the pain was indescribable. Every inch of his skin would feel raw. As if his nerves had been flayed. It was why they healed faster than everyone else. It was the only way they survived and even then only if they had the calories to aid the accelerated healing.

The hands came back to his hair. Running gently through his tangled curls trying to soothe him. Trying to ease his distress and fear. He didn't understand why anyone would bother. He wasn't worth the trouble. Not at all. Still, his body relaxed and his breathing began to even out. Exhaustion crashed over him and pulled him down once more. The voice continued speaking but he couldn't make out the words anymore. They faded further and further away. Until the only thing that remained was the warmth. Darkness wrapped around his conscious mind pulling him from the waking world. His breaths evened and his body relaxed once more.

...

Naomasa's fingers were gentle and soft as the stroked the unconscious boy's hair. It had become a habit. To sit beside the bed and run his fingers through the messy green locks. So he felt it when Kuro stiffened and when tremors wracked his body. He paused thinking that Kuro might be having another seizure. Though, the teen didn't show the signs of one. Instead his muscles spasmed and twitched.

"Kuro?" called the detective.

There was no reply and the tremors worsened. Fearing that the teen was indeed seizing, the detective hit the nurse call button. He continued to speak quiet nonsensical words hoping that it would help. Something did because the younger's body slowly began to relax. Going limp and his breathing slowed and evened. By the time the nurses arrived, the trembling had stopped.

"What happened?" questioned the nurse, "Why did you hit the call button?"

"I thought that he was going to have a seizure," admitted the man, "But its over, I'm sorry."

"Its alright," the woman assured him, "Better to be safe than sorry. We'll take the vitals to make sure that nothing has changed and inform Dr. Akira. He should be in to check on him in the next few minutes. Is there anything that you'd like me to get for you, sir?"

"Coffee would be wonderful, thank you," he answered gratefully.

He watched as she took Kuro's vitals. Checking the machines that surrounded the teen. Then, left the room promising to return with his coffee. Once the door shut behind the nurse, the man resumed the motions of his hand. The motion was soothing and repetitive. It calmed him. Reminding him that Kuro was still alive. He wished the other would wake up.

The door opened revealing Nighteye and the pro hesitantly stepped inside the room. His face was pinched in a frown. He was worried about the kid. Worried that the teen would leave without them getting the chance to say goodbye. Everyone was taking shifts so that if he passed he wouldn't pass alone.

"Tsukauchi," greeted the hero, "How are things today? How's Kuro?"

"He had a small fit earlier," admitted the detective, "But its passed. Right now, its a waiting game to find out if he'll wake up."

There was a small flinch from Nighteye at the word if. Nighteye and Jeanist were taking the news just as hard as he was. After all, both of them had the green haired problem child as a soul child. Both of them were terrified of the idea of losing the teen. Of not seeing him awake and whole again. Losing those you had a soulmark whether child or mate, would rip apart a person's soul. The pain was excruciating and would never fade. Leaving a gaping hole in the heart and the soul. Naomasa had seen people lose their mates. When it happened the people left behind didn't live out the year.

"Do the doctors have any ideas of how long the drugs will remain in his system?" Wondered the blonde.

"They have no clue," sighed the detective, "The concoction in his system is something that none of us have ever come across. As long as its a mystery they can't treat it. They have sent samples of his blood off to labs in order to try and find a treatment but no one has come up with anything yet."

Nighteye's lips pressed into a thin line and his jaw clenched. He nodded and moved to the other side of the bed. Taking a seat in the second chair and staring at the teen. Neither of them spoke and the only sound in the room was the steady beep of the monitors. At least, until the nurses returned. Carrying the coffee that the detective had requested. The two women set the beverages on the table and gave them pitying looks before leaving them alone.

"Any change in the investigation?" Asked Nighteye, "Into the organization that had him?"

"None," the detective replied, "They covered their tracks well. With a teenager in a coma, we don't have much of a lead to follow. There's always the possibility Kuro could lead us to them, but he'd need to be awake for that. There's no telling the psychological damage it would do to him though."

"We have to consider the idea that he may not want to," pointed out Nighteye, "After everything he's been through it wouldn't surprise me."

"True," agreed Naomasa, "We'll have to wait until he wakes to ask him."

He had to wake up. Had to. Because, there was no way that the detective could handle the alternative. He couldn't lose the teen. Please, he begged silently, please let him recover from this. Let him live and pull through. Please.

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"Here, Kuro," said his mentor, "Take this."

A knife was held out to him hilt first. Silver blade gleaming in the fluorescent lighting. Hesitantly, he reached a hand out to take the weapon. Holding the knife in a loose grip, he examined it before looking to his mentor. Waiting patiently for instructions on what to do. What did the older male want him to use the knife on?

A hand began to card through his curls. Gentle and kind. Completely at odds from the usual way his superiors treated him. He leaned into the touch. It felt nice and was warm.

"Kuro," called his Master's voice from the doorway.

He and his mentor both startled. Turning their attention to the man standing in the doorway. In the leader's hand was a needle. The syringe was filled with a deep red liquid. Kuro flinched and tried to move away but he didn't get far.

"Stop!" Ordered his master and he froze.

His body locked up and refused to listen to his commands. Refused to flee from the threat in front of him. He didn't want to be injected. Didn't want to suffer. But, the orders of his master were absolute. His master grabbed his arm and yanked up the sleeve of his shirt. Revealing the skin of his forearm. Then the needle was in his veins and the contents were released.

It burned! Scorching his veins. He couldn't stop the cry of pain from escaping. Hands caught him before he hit the ground. Then he was lowered onto the floor and the hands vanished. Leaving him to curl in a ball of agony. His mentor kneeled next to him carding a hand through his hair whispering gentle words.

...

The darkness was beginning to slip away. Slowly, consciousness was returning and the voices were becoming more real. There was a hand in his hair that didn't belong to his master or mentor. Panic filled his chest. Who was it? Was it someone that could harm him? Would they punish him if he woke or would they leave him be?

"Sir I think he's coming around," commented a voice, "He seems to be reacting to stimulus. Kuro can you hear me? Come on Kuro, come back to us."

Who was that? It was a voice that he didn't recognize. Which wasn't surprising. Master was constantly recruiting people to the cause.

"Please," whispered the same voice, "Come on, kid, don't give up."

No one encouraged him like this. Not Master and not Mentor. Nor any of the other adults. No one cared enough about him. To them, he was a tool. An object that was easily replaced. Easily discarded.

More unfamiliar hands touched him and he tried to pull away. Tried to hide from their searching fingers. Yet, his limbs were heavy. Exhaustion weighed down his every attempt to move. So, instead the hands remained. Checking his pulse and his temperature. Listening to his chest. Why were they doing that?

Kuro forced his eyes open and saw a white ceiling. That was not right. Ceiling of his cell was metal and dirty. This was clean and bright. Where was he? Eyes moving to look at his surroundings. White walls. Curtains and machines. Infirmary?

A hand came into his line of sight and he lunged away. It was uncoordinated and he half fell into someone. They gave a surprised grunt and a hand came to his shoulder to steady him. Instinctively he snapped at it. Where was he?! Who were these people?!

The hand was snatched back and people were yelling. Kuro continued to try and put space between him and the unknown people. Only to end up falling on the floor and he pushed himself until he was in a corner. Body trembling and his breathing was erratic and fast. There was a pounding in his ears so he couldn't hear what was being said around him. Couldn't make sense of the world. Another person tried to reach for him and the teen kicked out at them. Sending the stranger crashing to the ground in a heap.

Go away. Please go away. He didn't want to hurt anyone. Where was Master?

...

Naomasa rushed into the room at the sounds of the commotion. Following close behind was the doctor and a group of nurses. The scene was a chaotic mess. One of the nurses was on the floor groaning in pain. Others were trying to calm the panicked and wild Kuro who was cornered clearly panicked.

"Everyone back off now!" Ordered Naomasa loudly with his full authority.

At the command, everyone in the room froze. All eyes turned to him and the only sound in the room was Kuro's harsh breathing. He hadn't moved from the corner and Naomasa slowly approached.

"Take the injured nurse out," he ordered quieter this time, "Someone go call Principal Nezu. Tell him that we need him here. Everyone else, leave."

"But Detective," protested the doctor, "You're going to need help to sedate him. Look at him. If he's still panicking when he comes down from the drugs, he could have a stroke."

"The last thing that we should be doing is sedating him," the detective disagreed, "He'll see that as a threat. Its not an option. Now go, I can handle him."

The nurses looked like they wanted to continue to argue. However, Dr. Akira made a motion with his head towards the door. Quietly, the staff filed out of the room leaving the two of them alone. Once the door was shut, Naomasa inched closer to the frightened boy. Keeping his movements slow and his expression soft. Trying not to frighten him further. Finally, the detective was kneeling in front of him. Green eyes stared at him. Haunted, terrified, and lost. His body was shaking violently. Kuro wasn't seeing him. Not really. He was still lost within his mind.

"Kuro," called the man softly, "Can you hear me?"

There was no reaction from the teen. No sign that the other heard him at all. Just those blank, empty eyes. It reminded him of the description he first heard about Kuro. Those of an emotionless killer. Someone who couldn't feel or understand emotions. That's what they thought of him before he finally broke free. Before he escaped the hell that his handlers had created. A shudder raced through his spine at the thought of what had been done to him. If it hadn't been for Nezu, Naomasa wasn't sure what would have happened.

"Hey, kid," the detective soothed, "Its alright. You're safe now."

Another tremor went through the boy. Still, he showed no indication that he was aware of his surroundings. Or that he even understood that the words that the man was saying. It was possible that the kid was too drugged to understand. Too lost in whatever memories were playing in his mind.

The door opened and Nezu slipped inside. Shutting the door behind him, the chimera approached and took in the situation. Dark eyes scanned the area and landed on the child. His dark eyes softened and the rat seemed to droop. Though, that didn't stop him from approaching the duo. Taking a seat on the floor beside the detective, Nezu tilted his head to one side. The kid's attention was completely on Nezu completely forgetting about Naomasa.

Nezu hummed and reached a paw out to rest on the teen's knee. He jumped and flinched backwards. His breathing hitched and his hand smacked the paw away. Eyes narrowing and teeth bared. Nezu then raised his paws in a placating gesture. Showing the other that he meant no harm. He was radiating a calm presence that was slowly easing the tense muscles. Both of the adult's held still afraid that any sudden moves would startle the child and send him running.

If he ran there was no telling where he'd end up. Especially in the shape that he was in. In his panic, Kuro could potentially get seriously hurt or killed. Either by falling or by getting captured again. Neither of which was a scenario the men were interested in exploring. So, for the moment, the best plan of action was to remain still. Let him come to them on his own terms.

"Tsukauchi, would you please bring him some water and a granola bar," requested the rat, "Slowly, please. I don't want to scare him."

Naomasa nodded and rose to his feet. Moving carefully and making sure to telegraph his movements. Green eyes snapped to him and watching every movement he made. The detective grabbed the items and handed them to Nezu. Nezu slid them over to the boy.

Kuro looked between them before he snatched up the up the water bottle. Opening the bottle, the teen sniffed the drink. Carefully, the teen then took a careful sip. Deeming the liquid safe, the boy began to chug the contents. When it was gone, the teen set the bottle aside and looked at the wrapped food. He unwrapped it and took a small bite. Then his stomach growled and the kid was wolfing the bar down. As soon as the food was gone, the boy curled tighter into himself.

"Its okay," soothed Nezu quietly, "Its okay."

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Nezu held out a second water bottle. Offering the liquid to the dehydrated teenager. Hesitantly, the emerald haired youth reached out and took the drink. His hands were trembling and his breath was shaky. Slowly, the teen unscrewed the cap and sniffed the contents. Then, he sipped it, taking the his time.

Nezu wasn't sure how much Kuro remembered or was aware. Clearly, the teen was disorientated and confused. After his prolonged unconsciousness and the drugs that were in his system, the chimera wasn't sure of the state of the younger's mind. He could only hope it was temporary.

Tsukauchi had moved far enough to give them space. Remaining in the room in order to keep an eye on the boy, but not to encroach on his personal space. He was leaning against the wall and silently observing them. There was pain in his eyes from not being welcomed by his little soulmate.

"Kuro," greeted the mammal, "It is good to see that you're awake. You've had us very worried. How are you feeling?"

Kuro didn't even give a click of his tongue. His eyes were still glazed over and he wasn't really aware. All the work they'd done was gone. The progress was destroyed and the trust was shattered.

"I know you're scared, Kuro," said Nezu softly and the boy looked up at him, "But, I promise everything is going to be okay. We're not going to let anything happen to you. I just need you to try and stay calm. Everything is okay."

The boy shook a little harder and his breathing was becoming faster. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. Burying his face in his knees, the teen was ignoring the two. Refusing to acknowledge their presence and trying to block them from view.

Nezu didn't know what to do. He didn't understand humans under the best of circumstances. He'd opened up to Nezu previously but that when he'd broken out. There was no telling what they'd done to him as punishment beyond the drugs.

The door opened suddenly. Causing the two to look at the entrance. Bakugo was storming in his face twisted into a scowl. Behind him was a sheepish looking Dr. Akira. Who clearly tried to stop him. Naomasa was moving to intercept the irate teen.

"Zuku," whispered the blond.

Green eyes turned to the teen and there was the faint hint of recognition. It didn't bring actions that they wanted however. Kuro curled further into himself and made to protect his head. His body was shaking and the fear was evident. Of course, that was the opposite of the reaction that the explosive teen wanted. Red eyes narrowed and the boy stepped forward. Only to have a hand grab the back of his shirt and pull him away.

"What the hell?!" Exclaimed the blond, "Lemme go!"

"Sorry, kid," apologized Naomasa, "He's not ready to have visitors right now. Why don't you go home and come back in a few days. Alright?"

"He's my childhood friend," hissed the boy, "Let me go! Zuku needs to know I'm here to save him."

Kuro flinched hard at the old nickname. He was mouthing something but no sound came out. His nails were digging into his forearms and leaving crescent marks behind. The fear hadn't gone away and young Bakugo was only causing more agitation. This was not a good situation and the rat didn't want the child to have to be sedated. Especially since Kuro was likely to have an adverse effect to the medicine. Seeing that the child was not going to leave willingly, the detective tightened his grip on the boy's jacket. With a grunt, the man was picking the smaller teen up and carrying him from the room. Leaving him alone with Kuro in a strange reminiscent of his first meeting with the child.

Taking a chance, Nezu scooted a little closer. Watching the other closely to make sure that the movement didn't agitate him further. Instead the teen remained in his position and didn't move or react. Blood was lazily seeping out where he was gripping his arms. Ignoring the mess, the rat rested a paw on the clenched fists. Rubbing gentle circles on the backs of his hands.

Kuro's eyes snapped to him and momentarily they cleared. Something like recognition danced across his face. A small noise of confusion left his throat and his brow furrowed. He seemed to struggle to recall the information. Still, there was a flash of hope that was followed by pain. A hand came up to hai temple trying to ease the pain. It was clear that he was fighting his way back to the present. Fighting through the haze that was in his mind. Even if the process was hurting him.

"Its alright, Kuro," promised the rodent, "I am here for you."

A shudder went through the teen and his body relaxed and he collapsed forward into Nezu. The chimera shifted his paws to catch the boy. Before he laid him out on the ground. It seemed Kuro had slipped back into unconsciousness. For the moment, that was probably for the best. At least, that was until his body had worked the last of the drugs from his system.

The doctor rushed in and began to take Kuro's vitals. Checking his temperature and his blood pressure. When the man was satisfied that his patient was stable, they moved his back onto the bed. It took a few minutes to reattach the monitors and then reattach the iv.

A nurse came in a moment later with bandages but they froze. The doctor asked in an uncertain voice, "Principal Nezu, look at this?"

Nezu did as directed and saw the small cuts that'd been there healed and gone. The only sign they'd been there since was the small blood stains on the skin and sheets. Accelerated healing? But why hadn't it activated before now?

The doctor looked just as confused as he was. Not understanding what had occurred. Clearly not happy with the turn of events.

"Get the lab on the phone," ordered the doctor, "Tell them to run an analysis on the samples that were taken. Tell the to scan for any traces of quirks. Either his own or remnants of one used on him. Then to let me know immediately. This is a priority one request."

"Yes sir," the nurse agreed, disappearing from the room.

Nezu couldn't help but wonder what would come of the results.

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Naomasa was sitting in the hospital room watching the steady rise and fall of the chest of the child in the bed. Bakugo was forced to go home and had not returned. Though, that was to be expected. There was no way that the staff would allow the volatile youth in the same room as the skittish Kuro until they were sure he was aware again.

It had been a few hours since the younger woke up and had fallen asleep once more. The doctors were hoping that when he awoke again, he would be in his right mind. Naomasa held one of the hands seeking contact to settle him. Running a thumb over the back the wrist.

The bond was frayed from the combination of time apart and the drugs. Which meant that the detective had no real awareness of the younger's state. It was a frustrating experience. One that was not helped by the fact that there was no way to help speed the process.

Nezu reappeared with two cups of tea and handed one to him. Taking a grateful sip, the man allowed the heat to soothe his nerves and the slight caffeine boost to wake him from the haze of exhaustion. It was a nice change of pace from the bitter taste of coffee. The duo drank in silence, both thinking about their shared charge.

"Thank you for the tea," sighed the human, "I appreciate it, sir."

"You're quite welcome," the chimera hummed, "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine," replied the detective, "Or as well as I can be. Any news from the doctor?"

"Nothing yet," the mammal frowned, "But, the tests are still running. They have promised to tell us the results the moment that they're in. Until then, all we can do is wait. Though I was asked to give you a message. Toshinori wishes you to call him back."

Naomasa winced. Yagi had been in and out of the country for awhile looking for a successor. That had unfortunately coincided with the time that Kuro had arrived. So, he'd been too busy to speak with Yagi much. He was reluctant to leave Kuro to go call Yagi. Yet, the sooner he did so, the sooner the conversation was over. Still he hesitated glancing at his soulmate.

"Go," urged the principal, "I will stay with him and inform you the second that anything happens. Do not fret, he will not be alone in your absence."

"Alright," he agreed, standing reluctantly from the seat, "I'll be right outside the door."

Nezu gave a nod and Naoamsa slipped out of the room. Once the door was closed, the detective pulled his cell phone from his pocket. Scrolling through the contacts, the man pressed the button to contact the number hero. It rang a few times before the line picked up. There was a coughing fit from the other side and a soft curse.

Finally, a raspy voice answered the phone, "This is Toshinori."

"Yagi," greeted Naoamsa as he leaned against the wall, "Nezu just passed along your message. What can I do for you? Are you back in Japan?"

"I'm back temporarily," answered Yagi tiredly, "Gran Torino wanted to meet and go over my search. I was hoping you would want to have lunch while I am back."

"Unfortunately," apologized the detective, "I am unable to at the moment. Things have gotten...hectic in the past few weeks. Most likely Nighteye will be busy as well."

"Ah, yes, the mysterious case that no one is telling me about," huffed Yagi, "That is rather unfortunate. Is everything alright on the home front?"

"Things are complicated at the moment," Naomasa replied, "Though, I promise that when things settle down, we'll have to have a meal together."

Yagi sighed but accepted the promise. The duo chatted idly for a few minutes. Mostly the conversation revolved around the cases that the agency and the police were working on. After awhile they hung up and Naomasa re-entered the hospital room feeling a little guilty. He should have made the effort to at least have a cup of coffee with his friend. Once Kuro was out of the woods and on the mend again.

At the door he paused and blinked in surprise. Did he fall and hit his head? Because, that was definitely Nezu laying in the bed with the teen. Who was curled on his side and using the rodent as a pillow. His breathing was even was slow and even. Naomasa was desperately trying not to laugh.

"Not a word, Tsukauchi," hissed Nezu, "Not. A. Damn. Word."

"Of course," agreed the man, schooling his features into an innocent expression, "Whatever can you mean, sir? I have no idea why you'd think that I'd have something to say."

The glare intensified and the chimera's nose twitched in irritation. Naoamsa couldn't help himself. He snorted and his eyes lit up with laughter. This caused Nezu to glare harder at him. Knowing the rat couldn't do anything currently Naomasa snapped a quick picture and sent it to Nighteye and Jeanist.

"Detective," hissed Nezu again, "If you send that to anyone I'll make you regret it."

"You can try, but if I'm going down I'm taking everyone else with me," said Naomasa with a grin, "And you're not in a position to stop me."

He was sure that he'd regret it later. But, it was worth it.

...

Blood stained his fingers. Caused the fabric of his gloves to stick to his skin. Hot and fresh from his latest kill. He hated the feeling of blood on his hands. Hated the sight of it. It always reminded him that he'd taken the lives of others. No matter how evil, their blood would forever stain his hands. Forever mark his soul. He was a collared monster.

"Kuro," called his Master, "I have your next assignment."

A new picture was dropped in front of him. Showing a middle aged woman with long black hair and a toddler at her feet. A target. A victim. Another death on his conscious. Would his suffering never end?

"Her name is Akemi," explained the man, "She is the daughter of a politician. She knows things that could destroy the organization. You need to find her and eliminate her. Understand?"

Kuro dipped his chin in acknowledgement. Not daring to raise his gaze from the floor.

"Good boy," praised the man, "You have twenty four hours."

...

Kuro pressed a hand to his bleeding shoulder as he escaped ot the rooftops. The mission had failed. Stupid heroes had interfered and the target had shot him. He needed to escape. Master would be angry and likely would kill him for this. For failing. He had to get away and hide. He couldn't go back. He had to survive.

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Something soft was resting against his cheek. Other than that point his body felt like it was floating on a cloud. He must be drugged. Or maybe this was a dream. Yes, that was probably what was happening. He was probably still in the cell.

He could hear voices nearby. Talking quietly. They were familiar to him. In a good way. Not the bad way that told him pain was coming. No, these were safe. They wrre safe in a way he couldn't ever remember being. At the same time though he couldn't remember who they belonged to.

"Are his wounds healing?" asked the first voice and he mentally labelled them 'safe.'

There soft thing under his cheek shifted and he realized it was alive. What in the ever loving fucking? What the hell was that? Something then began to card through his hair. It wwasn't a hand exactly and he was even more confused.

"Yes," the second replied and was also deemed safe, "Though, I'm not entirely certain what is causing the sudden increase in his healing. Nor do I understand the reasoning behind why he hasn't woken up again. All we can do is wait."

"His vitals are all in the normal range, correct?" Questioned the first, "Then his body is most likely repairing itself. Is it possible it's his quirk?"

"I don't know," admitted the second and the hand? stopped.

Instinctively Kuro tried to make a protesting sound. His throat was thrown into hellfire like pain. Speaking wasn't allowed. Making any sound wasn't allowed. If Master heard, he'd be punished. Fear and panic filled him and suddenly, the only thing that mattered was survival. Getting away was his number one priority. Jerking awake and dislodging whatever was beneath him, Kuro bolted. Only to fall to the ground tangled in a sheet.

"Easy!" Called the first voice and his head snapped toward it.

"Careful, Tsukauchi," warned the second, "Remember his reactions to us the last time he was conscious. Kuro its okay."

Kuro blinked at them clearing the fog in his head and getting his eyes to focus. Focusing his attention on the duo. He knew them. Nezu and Tsukauchi. Were they real? Or was this a hallucination from the drugs his master gave him? Was he really free?

Pain made him grimace and a hand came to rest on his temple. His stomach was growling. When was the last time that he'd eaten? How long had he been out?

Nezu approached and crouched in front of him. Their eyes met and the principal tilted his head to the side. His ears twitched a little and his paws were clasped together. Waiting to see his reaction. To see if the teen would accept him or reject him. Just watching and waiting patiently.

Cautiously he clicked his tongue. Trying to test the situation. Relief filled Nezu's dark eyes. Slowly, the chimera reached a paw out and rested it on his knee. Giving him ample time to pull away. Standing off to the side was Naomasa who was watching them with a pained expression. Clearly worried, but not wanting to scare him. The detective's hands clenched and unclenched at his side. As if the man was fighting to keep his distance.

Kuro clicked his tongue at the man a little more confident. Immediately, the man's face lit up. Relaxing and a smile formed on his lips. It didn't take a genius to realize that the adult was relieved that he was recognizing the duo. He was still slow in approaching but when he was close enough Kuro leaned a little against Naomasa's leg. Letting the other support his weight.

Naomasa's hand came to rest on his hair and the fingers began to card through his locks. The bond thrummed between them and he gave several quiet clicks. Reassured, that the man and the rat were here. That everything would be alright.

"Kuro," called Nezu, "How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?"

There was a slight pounding in his head. Though, it was nothing that he couldn't handle. Instinctively, his hand rose to rub at the offending area. However, his muscles protested at the action and his arm trembled slightly. Disgusted at his weakness, he forced himself to straighten. However both Nezu and Naomasa caught the action and what it meant.

"I'm going to get the doctor," said Nezu meeting his gaze, "Stay here. I'll be right back."

Kuro was reluctant to allow him to go. Afraid that the moment the chimera was gone, the dream would shatter. Yet, the promise was there and he'd come to trust the rodent. So, he stayed where he was leaning against the detective. Watching as the mammal disappeared from the room. Leaving him alone with Naomasa who continued his relaxing motions.

"Its alright," soothed the man, "You're safe. No one is going to hurt you. Principal Nezu will be right back. Don't worry. Everything is going to be fine. Just breathe and relax, kiddo."

Reluctantly, Kuro obeyed. Following the instructions and letting his body relax. Leaning his weight further onto the older. The bond flared with surprise then comfort and warmth. It was helping restrengthen the frayed bond.

A moment later the door opened and allowed Nezu in with the doctor barely a step behind. Dr. Akira looked exhausted and stressed. At seeing Kuro awake and alert though a look of relief passed over him. Which was followed by a frown when the doctor noticed the position of the patient. Crouching a few steps from the boy, the doctor watched him carefully.

"Hello, Kuro," greeted the doctor, "I'm Doctor Akira, I've been treating you since you were brought in. Can you tell me what day it is?"

Kuro shook his head no and touched his throat. Signaling his inability to speak. Akira nodded in understanding. There was no judgement in his eyes at the answer. Only a resigned acceptance.

"Okay," hummed the doctor, "Do you have any idea of the date?"

Again, Kuro shook his head no and the doctor made note of it. Then he began to run through questions that were yes and no answers. Asking the child about his condition and how he was feeling. Finally, the questions were done and the doctor sighed.

"I'm going to give him some medicine to help his throat," announced Akira, "The blood tests have come back, Principal Nezu. Its a cocktail of chemicals that we are still trying to figure out what they do."

The serums... depending on which one he was given would depend on what it did. One forcefully activated and sent his abilities into overdrive. While the other deactivated them. Both caused him immense pain and would knock him out for hours to days. There was also the chance there were new serums that they'd been working on before. He remembered that his master what given him at least one dose of them. Possibly more before he was found.

"Very well," accepted Nezu easily, "We will continue to wait and monitor his condition. Keep me informed of any changes, please."

The doctor nodded accepting it easily. Before the man turned to leave the three of them alone once more. Now that the doctor was gone, Kuro was able to fully relax. Naomasa knelt next to him and helped him back up to the bed. His limbs were trembling from the small effort of keeping himself upright. Pathetic. He should have better control of his body. Should have the strength to do something so simple. His master would have killed him for this.

"You're okay," whispered the detective, "Its alright. Your body is just weak from the lack of nutrients. You'll recover."

He tried to get Kuro to lay on the bed but Kuro didn't let go of him. Refusing to lose the physical contact. The man sighed and sat on the bed waiting to see what he'd do. Kuro curled into his side pressing his forehead into the warm shoulder.

...

"He's asleep," said Naomasa after awhile and Nezu looked up.

It was a sight to behold. Kuro was clinging to the detective as if the man was the only thing that would keep him grounded. Even in sleep, the kid refused to let him go. Face buried in the fabric of the button down shirt and fingers clenched tightly. Nezu was half tempted to get revenge on the detective using his phone. Instead of giving into temptation, the rodent bit the inside of his cheek and counted to ten. Anything to distract himself from the urge.

Nezu's phone buzzed with a text. Opening his messages, the chimera's nose twitched. It was a message from Nighteye who said he'd be by later. The hero had been in a meeting when the teen had woken up. He was starting an investigation on the Shie Hassaikai. Which made him very busy but he still visited daily.

"Did you want to try and move him?" Asked the rat, "Or remain where you are?"

"Leave him," sighed the detective, "Its not bad and I think its helping repair the bond."

"If you're certain," hummed the rodent.