Higeki and Kigeki Pt. 3
Summary: Izuku didn’t grow up an only child. He had an older sister, but she disappeared some years ago. After tragedy strikes the Midoriya family his sister has no choice but to return to Izuku.
Pairings: Shigaraki/OC Izuku/Toga
Tags: Villain!OC, Villain!Deku, AUish I guess
Warnings: Character death, blood
Word Count: 2091
Story Start
Kizumi expected to exit the portal into the bar area. Instead, she walked out into a darkened bedroom, solely lit by the screen of a television. While it was unexpected it also did not surprise her. A figure sitting on the bed was illuminated by the television. Hands holding onto a controller, minus his pinky fingers, as he stared forward to the video game being played on the screen. Wordlessly, Kizumi kicked off her boots and walked forward to sit on the bed. She positioned herself behind him, bent knees on either side of his waist. Her arms stretched out to embrace him from behind while she rested her head onto one of his shoulders. "So impatient. Wouldn't even let me say 'Hi' to Kurogiri, huh?"
"You were taking too long." Shigaraki responded, eyes staying trained to the television.
"I was only out for a day. When was the last time you slept?" Her only response was the continued clicking of the buttons on the controller. "Alright then." Kizumi moved from behind and got up from the bed. "I'm going to change clothes and then you're going to get some sleep." She opened one of the drawers on the nearby dresser and pulled out some clothes. Kizumi proceeded to take out her contacts and empty out her pockets of any knives, placing them atop the dresser, before changing out of her bloodied clothes. Shigaraki watched her from the corner of his eyes. Was he tired? Yes. Was his stubborn self refusing to sleep? Also yes.
She stood before him, now changed into a pair of shorts and oversized t-shirt that was not her own. "C'mon Tomura, I'm tired, I know you're tired. Let's get some sleep." Kizumi reached forward to take the controller from his hands. She made sure to save his game before turning off the console. She then placed the controller down on the television stand, swapping it for the gloves that sat there. Kizumi handed them off to Shigaraki who wordlessly took them and put them on. They had been a gift from Kizumi after she discovered his fear of accidentally using his quirk on her. The gloves were normally used by artists to keep from smudging their work; it only covered up two fingers, leaving the other three open.
The television was turned off. Kizumi made her way back over to the bed where she pulled Shigaraki to lay down with her. She lay somewhat on her back while Shigaraki's head rested over her shoulder. Kizumi had an arm around his neck and one of his went around her waist. She started to continuously run a hand through his messy hair.
The way Shigaraki could get sometimes reminded Kizumi of Izuku. Both having a habit to obsess, just over vastly different things. Each presenting their own versions of anxiety. Kizumi could not remember how many times she would have to calm down a sobbing Izuku through the years. The boy could be very sensitive sometimes. Shigaraki on the other hand tended to have more violent episodes. There were many times that she had to force him to sit still so she could apply salve.
She continued to run her fingers along his scalp. Quick enough his body completely relaxed in her arms. Kizumi soon followed as she drifted off into her own slumber.
Story Break
A couple of days had passed since Izuku returned home. Inko had him stay home until she was sure he was okay to return to school. Luckily for Izuku, the others in his class ignored him. Even Bakugo left him alone, instead he just glared at him throughout the day. No doubt still upset that Izuku had tried to rescue him from the sludge villain the last time they had seen each other. Despite that, Izuku was still jumpy as he went about his day at school. He fully expected Bakugo to pop out from a random classroom as he walked through the halls. When it finally came time to leave for the day Izuku nearly ran from the building. It was not until he reached the front door of his home that he released a sigh of relief.
"Mom I'm home!" Izuku called out as he closed the door behind him. When Inko did not answer he called out again. "Mom?" Izuku walked by the living room, checking the room for his mother as he passed by. He entered the kitchen. There on the floor he caught a glimpse of a red puddle. "M-Mom?" Izuku rushed around the corner and further into the kitchen. Inko lay on the ground, not moving. "Mom!" The boy rushed forward onto his knees beside his mother. Izuku's eyes traveled over her in haste, trying to find the source of all the blood. Her body was covered in small cuts, clothes ripped in various places, each with a coating of blood. Her stomach seemed to be the worst though, as the front of her shirt was heavily soaked in red. Izuku placed his hands onto her stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. "It's going to be okay Mom!" His vision blurred as hot tears started to fall down his cheeks.
Inko weakly opened her eyes. The voice of her son had brought her back into consciousness. She watched as Izuku was frantically trying to stop the bleeding. He had now taken off his school jacket and was pressing it against her stomach. "Izuku...you're safe." Izuku raised his eyes to meet Inko's. The woman gave him a weak smile.
"Mom…" Izuku raised one of his hands, wiping away tears with the back of it. Blood now coating his own face. "It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay." The tears continued to fall as he tried to reassure not only Inko but himself.
"I'm just happy that you're okay. My sweet Izuku." Inko placed one of her own hands over the two of his that were still pressing into the wound. Izuku pulled out one of his hands and reached into his pants pocket.
"You're going to be okay Mom." He could not help but to repeat as he dialed the emergency number.
It broke Inko's heart to see her son this way. To see his own mother in such a state. After everything that happened with her oldest a few years back Inko felt that she had failed as a mother, that she had failed to protect her children. No matter how much Kizumi assured the woman it was not her fault Inko still felt otherwise. "I'm glad you went back to school today Izuku. My sweet sweet Izuku. You and Kizumi make me so proud to be a mother."
"Don't say things like that!"
"I love you my sweet Izuku. Can you tell Kizumi I love her too, when you see her?"
"Y-you can tell her yourself Mom! Please just stay with me Mom."
Inko squeezed Izuku's hand that still lay on her stomach. "I'm so sorry Izuku." She reached a hand into her skirt and pulled out a phone. Inko opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The boy watched her hand slide off her body and onto the floor. The other weakly fell against the floor with the phone laying in her grasp. His face paled, eyes blown wide. Izuku was vaguely aware of his back hitting the wall. His arms went around his legs as his knees pressed into his chest. Green eyes not once looking away from the now lifeless body of his own mother. The boy's body trembled as loud sobs filled the quiet house. The rest of his surroundings was a blur as he became hyper focused on the body in front of him. So unaware of everything, Izuku did not even notice that he had taken the phone from her hand and was holding onto it tightly.
The sobs continued even when paramedics arrived. Izuku could only watch from the back of an ambulance, blanket thrown around his body, as a black body bag was brought out on a stretcher. After his own body was looked over for injuries an officer eased the boy into the back seat of a cop car.
Once at the station Izuku was led into a separate room with a few chairs and a couch. An officer brought him a cup of hot tea. Izuku did not drink from it, merely stared at the steaming liquid. An officer sat opposite him on another chair.
"Is there anyone that you can stay with? Any family nearby?" Izuku only shook his head, not looking up at the officer. Seeing that he was not going to talk, the officer stood and left him alone.
Other family? His dad was who knows where and now his mom...It was just him and his sister now. Did she know yet? That their mom was… Izuku's grip on the small cup tightened ever so slightly. How was he supposed to get in touch with her? How did mom do it? Was there a number Kizumi had given her? A phone number. The phone. Izuku had slipped his mom's phone into his pocket on his way out of the house. Shaky hands placed the cup of tea on a nearby table before pulling out the phone. Izuku's eyes stilled for a moment as he noticed the now dried blood covering the outside of the phone. Hushed whispers from outside of the room brought him out of his stupor. Izuku started to search through the saved contacts on the phone.
"This might be it though. We might be able to capture her."
"First off, we're still not even sure if the Midoriya girl is Higeki."
"There's more than enough evidence showing she is."
"Second, what if it was the boy?"
"I've seen enough victims to tell that he isn't faking it, besides the kid was at school during the time it would've happened."
Izuku's finger stilled in their search. Did they think that Kizumi had done this? How could they think she would do that to her own mom? Kizumi loved them, she had even left home to keep them safe...safe from whatever it was that she was into. Not only that but he was also considered a suspect.
"Regardless, they're considering using the kid to lure her out."
"What? As in like bait?"
"Yeah. I heard they have some other pros on call right now. Whichever one of us brings in the elusive Higeki is sure to get some good bragging rights."
"That seems doubtful man."
"Look, the kid was out of school for a few days, today was his first day back. Maybe she meant to catch both of them but could only get her mom. Then something spooked her and she ran off. Besides, the mom did call in a few days ago saying the kid was missing. Reminiscent of the girl a few years back, no?"
"That's grasping at straws now. I told you we don't even know if the girl and Higeki are the same person."
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!" A new voice could be heard entering the conversation. "That is classified information and the victim is in that room."
Izuku was stunned. Not only did they believe Kizumi had killed their own mom, but they were intending to use him as bait. What kind of cops did something like that? And that pro hero was just going to go with it. Izuku stood from his seat, putting the phone back into his pocket, and left the room. An officer stopped him before he walked out of the building, asking him where he was going. Izuku told the man he needed some air. The officer did not say anything for a moment, instead looked over to another cop. Turning back to Izuku, the officer told him not to go far and that he was still in danger so they would be watching him. He left the station and walked to stand in the alleyway beside it instead. Izuku leaned with his back against the police station and slid himself down. His hands lay limply on his lap as he sat in silence. After some more time Izuku pulled out the phone and started to look through the contacts again.
His fingers hovered over a saved number that had no name. Hopefully this one was Kizumi's. A finger moved to press the call button when he heard a voice from further in the alleyway calling his name.
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