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Memoirs of a Medic - BNHA part 2

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Chisaki Kai / Eri

Part 2

Everything was shady about the Hassaikai, it was organised crime for god’s sake!

Prostitution, drug trafficking, arms smuggling. You were no stranger to the ins and outs of the criminal underworld, as a main child of the Hassaikai, you were never sheltered to the activities that the gang partook in, even encouraged to sit in on meetings and learn the ways of the trade. To the world, you were the scum of society, to be fair they weren’t wrong, but at least you had standards.

They did not.

“Heya! I’m Himiko Toga and this is Twice. Overhaul said you’d look after us for the rest of our stay, so I hope we can get well acquainted!”

You hated so-called villains, they made your blood boil. They were filth that ruined the Yakuza and led the Hassakai to the state it was currently in. There was an honour in organized crime, you only killed when necessary, Yakuza were sophisticated and had ideals, unlike villains who enjoyed bringing disorder to society and killed on a whim. You supposed that occasionally both lines of work overlapped in similarities but they were in a whole different league of evil.

You refused to talk to Kai after he even suggested that the Hassakai should have worked with the league. It had been a week since then and this morning they showed up. Hari told you that Kai worked out a deal with them a few days ago and that two of their members were to be integrated as active members of the gang. You expected Hari or Irinaka to be their babysitter but Kai had appointed you as some form of a cruel joke.

“Ne, you look kinda angry y’know. Don’t worry, we’re extra fun to be around!”

They were national criminals wanted by the law and they were batshit crazy, must’ve been the screws loose that made them turn out like this. They played with death for fun, you didn’t want to make friends with the likes of them. Her carefree persona and the ridiculously sickeningly sweet facade was testing your patience.

“This is your room, mine is a few doors over. I’ll be off now.”

Of course, it didn’t end there.

“Ne, I heard the source is here, can we see her?”

The smirk that danced on Toga’s lips was menacing. Her gaze suggested she knew more than she should’ve, it was unnerving. You knew Kai wouldn’t tell them anything about Eri, they shouldn’t have even known she was in this building. Twice stood beside her visibly panicking, Toga remained unmoved, eyes burning into yours.

“Toga-chan we shouldn’t medd- I am curious too”

Twice’s split personality didn’t make the situation any better. You could feel your palms getting sticky with sweat, you pulled at the hem of your jacket, bunching your hands in the fabric in an attempt to discreetly wipe away the sweat. You noticed the slight glint of amusement in Toga’s eyes as they flitted from your hands back to your face. You couldn’t let them know she was here, you couldn’t let them sense your fear. Screw Kai’s partnership with them, they couldn’t be trusted, they were villains for crying out loud! You sucked in a breath and stared straight into Toga’s eyes. The atmosphere was thick with tension.

“Unfortunately for you, you don’t have those privileges.”

You turned on your heel and hastily made an exit. You knew that she sensed your distress, you were aware that you did a terrible job of hiding it. You hoped that it was enough to at least confuse her so that Kai could make an intervention before anything serious happened.

Toga knew she was a bad person; she killed for fun, and she supposed drinking blood wasn’t necessarily considered moral, she had been told by others that she was a ‘crazy bitch’ but she wasn’t stupid. The woman didn’t seem like she belonged here, she didn’t seem like the type to work for Overhaul, she didn’t seem like the type to condone cell harvesting on children. But Toga knew how unfair life could be for the unfortunate and knew not to underestimate her abilities. Life took no prisoners and the innocent often adapted to survive.

“Ne Jin, don’t you think she’s kinda cute?”

“Not as cute as you, Himiko-chan!”

She would be fun to play with

“Kai what the fuck is wrong with you.”

“I am unaware of what I have done wrong.”

You knew under his stupid face mask he was smirking. His lazy eyes creased at the corners, he was having too much fun watching your outburst. It was not often that you gave in to your emotions but Kai always knew how to stir your pot in the worst way possible. You slammed your hand on his desk and grabbed the beak of his mask yanking it towards your face. You glared him down burning holes through his skull, he lazily gazed back at your’s unfazed.

“I don’t want anything to do with those villains, they ruined us, give them to Hari, at least he tolerates them.”

“I thought you were most fitting for the job, Yasuko.”

“Well, you thought wrong, shit-stick. So leave me be”

Kai sighed and shook his head.

“You have always given in to emotions too easily, you’re going to get premature wrinkles if you keep on scowling like that.”

He caressed the side of your face, fingertips barely brushing the surface of your skin. For a second you were caught up in the nostalgia, his eyes looked kinder and his face much younger. But the illusion dissipated as quickly as it appeared.

“Your oily fingers will make my skin break out, hands-off.”

“Alright my dear cyclamen, you win,” He let out a chuckle “I will ask Nemoto to take over.”

You let go of his mask, releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You both stood in the comfort of silence for a moment, carefully considering how you were going to bring up the next topic.

“I know you’re worried about Eri.”

He always knew how to read you like a book. It was almost sad how little privacy you were granted while around him.

“The league knows about the source and may target her for their benefit. Toga asked me about her whereabouts”

Kai paused thoughtfully, he didn’t anticipate that the league would be in possession of such information, though he couldn’t say that it was completely unexpected. The intentions of the league were still hazy so it was best not to take any chances.

“We’ll move Eri to the Hakata ward base, Haruki will look after her there for the time being. We’ll move her back in one week if nothing suspicious arises.”

You inclined your head in agreement and made your exit. You would miss seeing the child for a while but it was definitely for the best. Haruki was the old head of the Hakata ward sub-clan. He was in his mid-50s and had greying hair grown out to meet his shoulders. He was one of the old man’s closest friends and his loyalty towards the Hassaikai was unparalleled. Eri would be safe there, he was a stern man but he had a soft spot reserved for his dear friend’s granddaughter.

“Yasuko-chan!”

The devil.

“Ne ne where are you going I’m so bored.”

Toga was leaning on the concrete wall, hands crossed on her chest, she looked almost dangerous but her childish demeanour prevented any real alarm to sound in your head. She was like a cat, she came and went as she pleased and never listened to anyone, her cute exterior masked the claws sheathed under the fluff.

“Good afternoon Toga-san, I have a few errands to run for Kai this morning out of the base so I won’t be sticking around for too long”

“Maaaaaa, I hate it here! I just want to go outside and grab some takoyaki!”

“Takoyaki does sound really nice right about now.”

Himiko supposed her path of a villain was somewhat predetermined by her quirk. There was no way anyone with a lust for blood could be a civilian, and never a hero. She always wondered what type of life she would’ve led if she hadn’t killed Saito and drank his blood. It wouldn’t have been as gratifying as her life was now, being able to satisfy her cravings for blood whenever she pleased. She supposed she missed her parents and her younger siblings, she missed walking the streets with her middle school friends without having to stick to the shadows and evade pro heroes that littered the streets. A normal life sounded nice compared to constantly being on the run, that’s why she couldn’t understand why this woman didn’t choose that life.

“Yasuko-chan, why did you give up your life as a civilian to be here? You don’t really look like you belong here y’know.”

From what the files Shigaraki had given her said, she was the medic of the organisation and had a regeneration quirk. From that and the short interaction before, she couldn’t see why she was living in an underground labyrinth participating in illegal activity.

“Toga-san, my life was never mine to choose.”

Oh? That was something she didn’t expect.

“Now tell me why you villains exist to ruin everything society has built for your own pleasure.”

Toga was a villain. Villains ruined the Hassakai. Villains were the reason Kai became who he was. Villains were the reason your father was put under a coma.

“I don’t know why, but all I know is that all I’ve wanted was a normal life, but some things out of your control don’t allow for that, ne?”

You didn’t expect anything serious to come out of her mouth, but you could consider this a pleasant surprise. Toga’s face was still smiling but you could tell there was something a bit more, akin to a slight sadness or longing. For a second you saw yourself in her eyes, much younger and more brash, fighting life headfirst harbouring resentment for people who were born in much better circumstances than you were. Now 26, you still held that resentment but lost your fight and became complacent to everything that happened.

“I suppose we both share that in common.”

No one chose this life on purpose, but only the strongest would survive.

“I’ll be off now, Toga-san.”

You wondered how long you would last.

A small box of hot takoyaki was sent to Toga’s room later that evening.

As you made your way down one of the more quiet shopping districts in town, you let your thoughts wander as you watched civilians walk past you. At this time of day, only the elderly and housewives with young children were dotted around the place. Pretending to be a normal civilian was something you enjoyed to do every so often, it amused you how people walked past you oblivious to the life you led.

“Ah, Yasuko! My favourite customer how are you, young lass?”

Nakamura Kaemon was the owner of a small mochi store you frequented. You, Hari, and Kai loved the mochi there ever since you were all brought into the Hassaikai. The old man used to bring them all together whenever work allowed and it held a bit of sentiment even now. The store had been slowly losing its customers over the years and you were probably the reason his store was still in business. Every week you would order 6 dozens for the base and secretly paying the utility bills for his shop.

“Ah hello oji-san, things have been the same as always.”

He disappeared into the kitchen and took out the boxes of mochi and placed it on the counter.

“There’s an extra box here?”

“Last week you said you missed the discontinued strawberry daifuku, so I decided to whip up a batch just for you. Don’t worry it’s free of charge.”

You looked at the box of pink mochi and began to water at the mouth. The red bean mochi was really good but nothing compared to strawberry daifuku.

“They were the old man’s favourite weren’t they?”

Father always did enjoy eating the strawberry daifuku, Kai would always say that eating pink things were girly but the old man would always laugh and say if he was girly so be it. After he was put in his comatose state, you seemed to gravitate towards them until they were discontinued.

“Yeah, they were.”

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to sell them again then.”

“Thanks oji-san!”

After your trip to the shopping district, you came home to find a pot of red cyclamens on top of your dresser.

Ah, Kai.

He always teased you with the nickname cyclamen ever since you were both children.

“Kai! Look at those flowers aren’t they pretty!”

It was a cold winters night on the streets of Japan. It was your first winter without a roof over your head and your frail body wasn’t faring well with the cold. You and Kai were outside a florist sharing a blanket Kai had stolen from the charity shop.

“They’re just flowers, Yasu.”

You wouldn’t hear any of it. The tiny pot of flowers that sat in the window display strangely fascinated you. You were absolutely enamoured by the little petals and the heart-shaped leaves. To be honest it was the first flowers that you had seen that were alive.

Kai had never seen you worked up over something as menial as that and both of you had been through hell and back.

“We can’t have flowers like that, Yasu”

“I know, but they’re so pretty!”

Kai sighed and took out two bobby pins from his back pocket and began to pick at the padlocked door.

“Kai! What are you doing we’re gonna get caught!”

“Then we better run fast after we get this stupid weed.”

The padlock fell and Kai quickly dashed in and out of the store and held the small pot under his arm as you both fled into the night.

“Stupid red weed!”

The cyclamen managed to stick with you all these years and was planted in the front garden of the base as it had outgrown its pot quite a bit. It was a beautiful blooming bush that you regularly tended to whenever you had the chance.

Eri loved the colour.

A white folded card sat next to the pot. A message from Kai.

“Happy birthday, Cyclamen.”

Part 3

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A/N: IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED SO YOU DON’T MISS PART 3 PLEASE TELL ME I don’t think anyone was waiting on this but it took me so long to write because this is the calm before the storm I guess :O. Anywho I was pleasantly surprised with how many people actually read it and liked it so thanks, I appreciate you guys a lot. The people who reblogged, I love you. I’d love to hear your feedback and talk to any of you, my asks and dms are always open. Might take a while but next chapter may be the last and its gonna be damn hard to write.

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