MSA time travel idea part 44: hospital scene Unedited and in progress.
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Vivi is still sitting at his side when he drifts back to awareness. She is reading something on her phone, brow creased into a frown, the occasional yawn breaking the silence of the room. Tired. She looks tired. Under Lewis’s oversized jacket she is wearing a different shirt and the dirt on her face is gone so it must have been more than a few hours since he was last awake. He stares at her in silence. The room is quiet enough that he can hear her finger tapping across the screen. As much as he would love to leave her alone and not cause any further worry his need to know more about his Uncle’s and Lewis’s conditions outweighs it.
He had fallen asleep towards the end of her recount so is a little hazy on the details and how everyone ended up.
He clears his throat and realises that he’s once again lying flat on his bed. Vivi, or maybe a nurse must have lowered the bed at some point. His head is heavy, like its been filled will cotton, and there is distant ache in his shoulder. The sound catches Vivi’s attention and a faint smile tugs as the corners of her mouth when their eyes meet.
“Can…” he clears his throat again, “do you think I’ll be able to see Uncle Lance …and Lewis?” He wants to confirm with his own eyes that they are both alive.
“I can’t see why not. They’re in different parts of the hospital so it’s a bit of a walk.” She looks at him over, critical. Pain spikes when he shifts to sit, and he wonders if she can read it in his expression. He mentally winces when Vivi’s smile falls away, settling into a more neutral worry line.
“…we should ask a nurse first,” she amends. Her hand extends to rest against his chest, causing him to still
“Just take it easy Arthur. Lance is still in intensive care, but only because he needs a ventilator. The nurse in his ward said if there are no further complications with his injuries then he should be moved out today. As for Lewis’s situation…” She exhales, “no change.”
Arthur doesn’t think-not even in his own timeline- that he had ever seen Vivi look so unhappy. Of course, in his timeline Vivi had complexly forgotten Lewis and it was hard to be sad about something you couldn’t remember.
Arthur lets himself relax back with a tried exhale. “Okay…” He doesn’t have the energy to make a fuss.
“It was supposed to be me who lost their arm…” he swallows, breathing out a long, worn-out sigh. “In the future…In my timeline, I lost my arm like Lewis.” It feels like a cruel joke explaining it but, if the information helps Vivi then it is worth a little discomfort. “It happened just after Lewis…ah… died…We were out in the middle of nowhere at the time, so I probably lost just as much if not more blood, but I still woke up… abet missing a few key memories.” Bright blue eyes meet his, unsure.
“Hopefully, it’ll be the same for Lewis?” He finishes lamely, averting his gaze to the blank television hanging on the wall opposite him.
Crossover between The Magnus Archives & My Hero Academia. Jon and Martin are reincarnated into the BNHA universe after failing to prevent the apocalypse. Part 3 unfinished .
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“That’s not fair!”
Jon glances up from where he is sorting through pile donated books, looking for something that might hold his attention for more than a few seconds. Through the closed door of their shared bedroom, he can hear the muffled sounds of a TV as their other four housemates watch the evening news hoping to catch day’s highlights on any Hero/Villain fights.
“Not like I had much to say to anyone here anyhow,” he mutters. Honestly, the worst part of being a child is having little to no intellectual stimulation. He examines, ‘Introduction to Space!” and ‘Mathematics ages 5-7’ trying to decide which one was worse.
Martine slaps a hand over the pile to get his attention, “That’s not the point! This is like if they told me not to touch anyone ever. It’s wrong.”
He sighs, “Jiro, leave it. I will be fine.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s illegal too. Restrictions on passive quirks have to be reasonable. You should be allowed to talk at least,” Martin continues fussing, “I can talk to the therapist they have me seeing, he’ll be coming by on Monday and he’s pretty nice, I’m sure that he’ll be able to…”
“Martin,” he snaps, reverting back to the man’s original name to get his attention, “leave it.”
Martin frowns, glaring, unwilling to back down “I just don’t want people here treating you like a monster because you’re not.”
Jon gives up on the books, frowning at Martin.
“Everyone has quirks here. These abilities don’t make us strange or different or anything like we were,” Martin continues, “We deserve to be treated like a normal people.”
“I know, I know” he glances away, unable to hold the eye contact. Why must Martin be so annoyingly pushy about these things? “However, I do not think that you intervening will help. Suzuki is hiding something. I can feel it. Whatever it is is important enough that my quirk has her scared. Scared people aren’t rational. I don’t want to deal with any unexpected unpleasantness. At least this way her mind is at ease.”
“That’s a stupid reason!” Martin snaps.
“We won’t be children forever. I would rather get through this ordeal with as little conflict as possible. Besides, her guilt will motivate her to treat me better…a net win for me I believe.” Jon wasn’t a pleasant child to deal with and his carers tended reflect this back at him, “So please…leave it.”
Martin flexes his hands, expression conflicted but doesn’t push the issue further. Oh, Jon is sure he has not heard the last of it. Martin had long gotten over his habit of going along with Jon’s suggestions, freely arguing for whatever he believed right.
“How do you know she has a secret if you never asked her a question?” Martin asks instead and Jon exhales. Right, because his quirk couldn’t just be about asking questions it had to have a lie detector component as well.
“I appear to be able to sense when someone is concealing information outside of direct questions…though I am not sure what exactly triggers it. Everyone has secrets after all, but this is the first instance I have had my quirk activate outside of asking a question.”
“Maybe it’s like before…you know, something spooky related.”
God, he hopes not.
Jon clears his throat, “As we have yet to see any evidence of things of that nature here it is more triggered by my conversation. Maybe she told a lie and I was picking up on that.”
“Well, you don’t talk to a lot of people and you have only had it for a week so maybe. Have you noticed me lying at all?”
“No.”
Martin thinks for a second then laughs, “Well, that’s not helpful. I don’t think I have lied or tried to deceive you in the last week. Not much of a starting point is it”
Jon sighs and continues sorting, “Oh, give it time.”
“Now that’s a little rude.”
And the lapse into a comfortable silence. The one positive thing he can say about this reincarnation business is that it’s nice not to have any pressing responsibilities or stresses.
Kakashi gets dumbed into the My Hero Academia universe through random plot devise.
Unfinished scenes from my BHNA/ MHA crossover. All unedited. They might appear in the main fic or they might not.
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Kakashi and Wada discuss quirk management:
“What is this supposed to be?” Kakashi examines the booklet.
“Your recovery plan. I took the liberty of printing it out for you. Though with your quirk it’ll probably be a waste of paper once you’re been cleared to use it.”
Kakashi raises a brow.
“Which you’re currently not. Don’t even think about it.”
Kakashi raises a hand in a gesture if surrender. He then distracts himself running a finger across the pages. What could possibly require this much planning?
“Speaking of which,” Wada fusses around, patting himself down muttering, “Where is it. I swear if I lose another…Ah.” He pulls out a pen, leaning forward to scribble out a line of numbers and letters.
“Your Registry ID. Won’t be active for another few days at least. But, once it is, if anyone gives you trouble for using your quirk you can tell them to look up your file. I sent all your information off to be assessed and your quirk is probably going to be registered a ‘passive biological’ which is an automatic Licence Waiver if I’m remembering my law correctly.
“Don’t quote me on that. I’m a doctor, not a legal professional. And just because you can use it, doesn’t mean you should. High Stress quirks need to be carefully managed.”
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Kakashi contemplates world building and government :
He thinks a similar system is also used in the Fire Nation’s capital where there wasn’t an overwhelming shinobi presence to quell conflict, instead being managed by the Daimyo’s personal guard. Samurai also ran the cities policing were a thing if he remembers correctly. He had had to work with them on a few occasions, though his missions in the capital had been few and far between.
The Fire Daimyo was, naturally, Konoha’s biggest client, providing nearly 60% of the village’s revenue, footing the bill for all of Konoha’s large scale border operations as they worked to keep the country free of foreign meddling.
Kakashi had been on enough produce escort missions to know that most of the revenue provided by the Fire Nation Capital ended up back there anyway because, while Konoha did have several farming operations, it couldn’t support the needs of its whole village long term.
Nothing good ever came when there was conflict between the Daimyo’s Court and its largest shinobi village.
In this world the governing body- he is still working out how exactly it operated-acted as the Daimyo’s Court might and Heroes were more akin samurai. There were also no local lords to spark social unrest or independent shinobi village administrations like Konoha to counterbalance the county’s central seat of power. Just one civilian government to which its giant cities reported to. He assumes the cities have their own governors appointed by the central power.
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Wada is a nice guy and Kakashi is paranoid (aka Kakashi angsts a bit and encounters different social values):
“What will happen when I’m healthy?” Kakashi asks, voice flat and disinterested. Hard to conjure much interest in his immediate future when it consisted of a whole lot of waiting around and not enough returning to Konoha.
“Well, your situation is complicated. So far, you’re being treated under Hou’s Collateral Damage Scheme which would usually extend to relocation, occupation support, and asset recovery. Unfortunately, the investigation into the attack on your person hasn’t linked it to any credible Villain activity, meaning you’ll need to be properly registered as a resident to receive any further support.
Easily enough to do once I have your diagnosis sorted out. These sorts or quirk-related accidents aren’t unheard of and your quirk makes you very hireable so partitioning for a review of your resident status based on future employment potential should be relatively simple. With your ability to assimilate pages worth of information in a single glance I wouldn’t be surprised to see you sniped for a clerical or research position fairly quickly.”
Wada shoots Kakashi an encouraging smile.
None of what he is saying is particularly inspiring. Working as a civilian clerk for three years sounded about as useful as slamming his head into a wall. While his comrades were fighting, dying, hopefully finishing off Madara and rebuilding a devastated Konoha, he would be doing menial paperwork.
How...underwhelming.
At least he will have plenty of free time to improve on the Kaumi Sharingun. Hey, he would even have enough time to address all the deep hurts he had pushed to one side in favour of war time planning and prepping because the logistics of organising as effect offensive involving several different shinobi command systems was pretty distracting.
The burry memory of Obito he had rebuilt his life around was just that, a faded memory. Underneath this realisation is that familiar pool of grief. The one he spent a stupid amount of mental energy not falling into. Lying in bed, fatigued, feeling like shit, surrounded by strangers, made the whole tiresome process of stamping down his internal hurts a whole lot harder. No trips to the memorial stone to bandage the problem. Just him and the hospital bed and a persistent nagging voice warning him off sleeping
“…and I have a few old mobile phones lying around at home. I can easily charge one and bring it in for you. The hospital’s internet connection should be good enough to get you started filling out the forms.”
“Why all the extra help? I’m sure I would be able to figure everything else out on my own,” Kakashi has to clarify. The medical attention he could understand. Doctor Wada was being paid to give him medical care because of the hospital’s poor patient vetting processes. However, this help wasn’t medical attention. He might not know a whole lot about this word’s technology but he does know that phones are valuable. Kakashi wasn’t Wada’s friend, ally, or family member. He didn’t have any ties to the man aside from being a patient and he knows that Wada didn’t pay this much attention to his other patients.
“Humph. Most of my patients have relatives and friends visiting every few days and aren’t missing half their memories. Helping people isn’t just for the Heroes you know. Us regular people like to give it a go every now and then as well.”
Kakashi stares as the man gives a resolute nod like he had answered Kakashi’s question. What did being a Hero have to do with anything?
