How weird it is that here I am, trying to somehow learn everything I need to know for the sake of passing an exam.
But how can I forget the fact that this knowledge, these pages, hold the art of saving lives.
Decades of knowledge, mistakes and lessons, acquired and learned at the cost of death, sits here in my hand. Being entrusted to me to carry, apply and improve.
It is the muggle art of saving lives; but there has to be an element of magic somewhere in between the lines.
There has to be something divine calling me to it.
There has to be a blessing behind me being able to sit here and try to remember how to save a life.
My purpose is calling me to learn it. But I am busy trying to skim through it like it is some old school, must know, informative and boring data that I should somehow fit into my mind for long enough so as to pass an exam.
Today I completed another year around the sun…I’m another year older. (Age ain’t nothing but a number right?)
Can I be honest with whoever reads this? I didn’t want to see today. I didn’t want to reach this age. I wanted to be gone years ago. There’s been a lot going on in my life…relationships torn apart and I was so lost.
And then I found the triplets. They healed my most important relationship. And gave me something to look forward to. And I found myself not thinking about the end anymore.
Nick, Matt and Chris literally saved my life.
So here’s to my birthday. Another year older. Another year wiser, hopefully. And another year with the triplets, who have my support no matter what. Because they save lives.
(After a freak accident with eri, shigaraki finds himself turned back into tenko with his memory of anything after his quirk manifestation wiped. UA tries to take care of him and the league doesn’t know where tf their leader is)
Tomura couldn't believe his luck. No, he could even begin to understand it. Even though it was all out in the open in front of his own two eyes, even as he watched the events unfold, he still had his doubts on whether or not this was reality. It was perfect. It was too perfect.
It started as a normal day, like many others. He was just walking down the dark alleyways like he usually does, hood up and hair acting like a shield to hide his features. He liked the alley ways because it was easy to avoid attention (and human interactions). He wished he was out at night instead of late after noon however, but the cutlery store is not open 24 hours unfortunately. He was mumbling to himself as his fingers picked at the scabs that formed on his neck from excessive the night before. Quietly cursing Toga for having a bad habit of sleep stabbing. She was always a danger to be around at night, which is another reason he ventured the alleys during that time. However, instead of stabbing “cuties” in her sleep, all she was really doing was desomating her knives, and the league members were unfortunate enough to get in the way of her bad habit. Just the memory of waking up to holes in the walls and countertops was enough to make his blood boil, and his lips curl downwards into a scowl.
Why the fuck am i doing this? Why the hell didn't I make someone else go? All I fucking wanted is to relax and play my fucking Minecraft and toga just had to fucking ruin it, just like everything in my life gets ruined. Im so fucking done with her bullshit! I swear to god when I get back I'm going to disintegrate the hell out of that piece of SH-; a sudden burst of noise interrupted his endless rambling. It was the sound of child laughter and glee, and it made him want to puke. He was hanging on by a thread before not to destroy everything around him, and now with a little brats screaming echoing and intensifying due to the sounds bouncing off the grimy walls, he was worried his little amount of restraint was going to break. And it got worse when he realised the sound was getting louder, and he could tell that the brat was getting closer. He could tell from the pitch that it was a girl causing the upsetting ruckus, and the voice sounded strangely… familiar.
Whatever, he didn't care. He was done. Great, now I have to deal with some snot nosed kid and push down every single instinct that tells me to end the little cockroach for good. GREAT! PERFECT! LA DEE FUCKING DA! He screamed in his head before noticing a dancing shadow, his face scrunched up in disgust. His rolling eyes stopped abruptly however as he saw the child finally approaching. His eyes widened and his pupils dilated.
He could recognize that valuable little blood bag anywhere, anytime. Her shiny silvery hair glistening in the sunlight, hiding the small nub on the left of her forehead. And her face, oh so innocent and pure with her wide red eyes, not filled with blood lust like his, but instead filled with unrestrained hope. It was almost inspiring, but there was something that distracted him greatly from the new feeling blooming in his heart. She was Overhaul's old pride and joy, his life's work. She was Eri, and she wasn't looking where she was going. Her attention was fixed on something behind her, laughing as she ran, before she crashed right into Shigarakis chest. Unfortunately his body didn't make the best crash pad, and Eri fell on her bum in front of an unfazed shigaraki.
“Oh, sorry mister, i guess i got carried away. It's nice to meet you…” Her face darkened. Her mouth that was once a smile, was now a frown, unable to speak. She retracted the hand she so graciously offered, having flashbacks as his tall figure loomed over her. She didn't need to recognize him as his natural aura, not to mention his paralyzing stare, was enough to curdle milk. Immediately all her instincts told her to run, to hide, which confused her greatly. Why am I so afraid? I don't even know this man!. . . Maybe he's really nice! She tried to reason to herself, although it wasn't turning out to be very effective. As crimson eyes only filled with dark intention stared at her, his annoyed scowl turned into his signature face splitting smile, radiating with sadism and ill intent. “A… Aizawa?” Eri whimpered, almost a whisper as she slowly began to crawl away backwards, trembling, eyes locked on his crusty face.
He stepped forward, slowly and firmly; and right as she began to get up and run for dear life, he tightly gripped her ankle, (all save his pinky finger of course) as he pulled her further into the dark alleyway, further away from her guardian and last hope for safety. He chuckled as he tightly gripped her throat, causing her to let out a shocked wheeze. Soon he found his chuckling slowly turning into a full-on crackle as he watched the tears threatening to fall finally sliding down her pitiful face. He gripped harder, and Eri began to choke and gasp. Not knowing what else to do, Eri began to struggle and pull against the hand that was depriving her of air, all the while Tomura found her suffering all so amusing.
However her never ending squirming quickly began to get really annoying, and once Eri was able to free herself just a little bit, and find her voice again, she began to call out: “AIZA-”. Shigaraki used his free hand and muffled her mouth, rendering her cries to nothing more than a muffled scream. A scowl returned to tomuras face. “Listen here you little shit. You're mine now. Got that? No ones coming to save you. Just try to struggle again one more FUCKING TIME, and its all over.” To emphasize his point, he grabbed a piece of rubble from the ground, and poised it to where Eri could very easily see it; Hell she couldn't take her eyes off it even if she tried.
She watched in pure terror as his pinky finger slowly went down on the rubble, and in a matter of seconds, was slipping through his fingers as dust. She immediately recognised him then, he was the man everyone at the dorms warned her about. Her body quaked and twitched as she came to the realization that her life was in the hands of the most dangerous and wanted villain in japan. His raspy voice brought her out of her train of thought. “That was a piece of rubble. Just imagine me putting my pinky down riiight here on your throats skin.” She gasped in agony as he positioned his pinky up to her neck, mere millimeters from her skin.
It was so close she knew that it would come in contact with her if she tried to do anything opposing his wishes again, so eventually she gave in, her body going limp in despair. Knowing she now fully understood the situation, he fastened his grip, loving every single moment of this. But he knew he couldn't dottle. He had to get Eri back to the league quickly, because there was no way she was out unsupervised, not with her screeching this “Aizawa” guys name like a banshee. He put his hand back on Eri's mouth just in case, and began dragging her backwards. That was the last straw.
Shigaraki was so focused on dragging her, (and how she was much heavier than he expected), that he didn't notice her horn had begun to grow again. She passed out from shock right as her quirk awakened once morem and when Shigaraki finally looked down and realised what was about to happen, how careless he was, it was too late. A bright yellowish light flashed in a quirk explosion as Eri unconsciously sobbed into his hand, just wishing it would all be over.
Finally, Aizawa had finally found her, and he gritted his teeth as he took a second to comprehend what was happening. He tensed his eyes and released his quirk, ending the lightshow in a flash. Eri slumped forward as her legs gave out, yet there was still a hand on her neck. Only it was far, far smaller. Aizawa peered at her attempted kidnapper, and saw he was not the 20 year old man who smelt of sweat and death that he had thought, but instead was a 8 year old boy in a now very much oversized hoodie. The second the two spent staring at each other felt like an eternity, both wanting to vomit from the overstimulating confusion. When the second ended, Aizawa as they watched the newly kid tried to say something, but ended up muttering a weak and barely comprehensible “hero?” before his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hand falling off of her neck and mouth, as he collapsed on the cold pavement.
Eraser quickly ran over and wrapped the boy up in his battle scarf. And just as he was about to try and wake Eri up and ask who Eri just turned into a kid, he noticed something gray in the hoodie pocket. Aizawa slowly bent over and took the gray thing out of the boys hoodie pocket and froze. It was ‘father’. It was Tomura Shigaraki, most wanted villain of Japan and All For One's successor Tomura Shigaraki. A bead of sweat rolled down Aizawa's face as began to think. What the fuck just happened, and what the fuck is he supposed to do now?
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
Will prob make part 2 of people you know. . . Want to see it lol! Be patient though!
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Cuba and Zimbabwe have set in motion a plan to set up a local state-of-the-art pharmaceutical plant, in a development expected to improve local drug supplies in the long term.
Cuban Ambassador to Zimbabwe Carmelina Rodriguez said: “For 40 years we have developed a historical relationship based on friendship, mutual respect and collaboration. Cuba and Zimbabwe are working to further deepen and broaden the co-operation in the development of the pharmaceutical industry here through the establishment of a plant to produce medical drugs in the country.”
Ambassador Rodriguez said the embargo was the biggest impediment to the country’s development.
“Despite the obsession of the government of the USA, Cuba has moved forward.
“We Cubans have been creative and have firmly resisted the onslaught of the worst economic siege, which has tried to suffocate the nation.”
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