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ichigopanhpff · 5 years

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BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 10

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SPOILER ALERT: We in S4 territory now guys! Also, sorry for the delayed post on 9 this week. I tried the schedule thing with Tumblr and couldn’t edit the date.

Also, early post and backstory time for Ren!

Until Eri’s location can be confirmed, the U.A. students were on standby. During the debrief with Eraser Head, he reminded them it was forbidden to talk about their internships and wanted to reaffirm their conviction with the plan. Hadou reasoned the fact they let the first and second year in the meeting meant their strengths were acknowledged. He also reminded them to stay in their lane should things go south and can’t complete their objective.

Because of the NDA, Ren canceled her late night training sessions with Bakugou and Todoroki until the mission was over; what pained her the most was she couldn’t talk to Tomoe and Seri about it. Without saying much, she sent them a text message in their group chat, promising to explain everything in a few days to assure them she wasn’t emotionally relapsing. Everyone’s hearts were on edge and heavy with anxiety while the chess pieces slowly moved into motion by the efforts of the pro heroes.

She laid awake on her bed in the dead of night yet again and could hear light rain showers pattering on her balcony.

Not even the sweet release of slumber would allow her mind to relax. Sitting up and rubbing her face, her eyes met with the closet door at the far wall. Unable to do anything else, she threw the blanket off of herself and walked to it on tip toes. Gently sliding the door open, she stared down at the box with hesitation.

Ren sat on the floor in the nook between her bed and the closet. Opening the lid with shaky hands, she took a steady breath and reached in to take out the large ledger book, old photographs printed on paper bound by a now dried out rubber band, and a family photo of the four of them outside of their old house.

This box was the physical manifestation of all of her bad childhood memories. She couldn’t forget it even if she wanted to.

It took a while for the dust to settle after she moved cross continent; she and her mom applied to become citizens in Japan under the guise of asylum for the sake of formalities and to keep good relations between the two countries. Ren was eight when their citizenship finally got approved. She decided to wait for a year to take matters into her own hands to research Chisaki Kai on her own and his ties to the Hassaikai.

It wasn’t until she was twelve she was almost able to act on her justice.

Being the new kid at school was the perfect cover-up for her where nosy adults or students couldn’t even fathom someone like her investigating the yakuza. She learned how to use the computer on her own through reading books in the library and researched untraceable hacking methods on the internet in order to gain access to the Dark Net. It was her only usable resource.

Wandering the streets at night in hopes of catching any useful leads in person was too risky; she would stand out too much in the world of twilight adults being a child. There was also the matter with the truancy police if they spotted her; sure, she could use her quirk to get away quickly, but she’d be done if anyone caught wind of her abilities.

Then there was her mom. She uprooted her entire life for her in California and was grieving the death of her husband and son; she didn’t want her heart to break any more.

She sacrificed enough.

For three whole years, she gathered information on her own, not once letting slip of anything in order to keep her façade as your run of the mill international student and obedient daughter.

All to protect her mom and deliver the justice where the government couldn’t.

Just when she thought she could finally act on her “justice”, the big wheel of fate spun and put a stop to her movements. Eraser Head, Fourth Kind and Gang Orca reprimanded her on her way home from school one crisp autumn day. She tried to talk herself out of the situation by feigning ignorance to no avail.

They were pro-heroes after all, smart ones at that.

Fourth Kind made his move to grab Ren, she instinctively activated her quirk and appeared behind him to give him a swift kick to the head, knocking him off balance. Using her momentum, she showed up in front of Gang Orca and punched him in the gut with all the strength she could muster before making her escape on foot.

“For someone that small, she hits pretty hard,” Fourth Kind grunted out and rubbed the dulling pain where Ren hit him.

“A teleporting quirk, huh,” Eraser Head muttered out and scratched the back of his neck. “That’s gonna be annoying to deal with.”

Feeling her lungs burn from pushing her body to its upper limit, her small frame was close to collapsing. Her wavy shoulder length rose-gold hair swung wildly from movement.

She really did it now: she attacked pro heroes.

Stray crocodile tears threatened to spill out of her hazel-green eyes, trying to think of a plan to get out of this situation and pushed on. Wiping the sweat from her head, she ran until she could find a hiding spot to shake off their tail.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on her side as Eraser Head easily spotted her from above. He was wearing his goggles and felt herself freeze in place, unable to use her quirk to escape. Fourth Kind and Gang Orca lurked not too far behind. The three heroes managed to surround her in a triangle formation. There wasn’t anywhere she could go for safely.

“We just want to talk,” the goggled man assured.

“That’s what they all say,” she bit back with ferocity and tapped the bangles on her wrist together, forming a pair of T-clubs too large for her small forearms. Her small frame got into position, the fire of fight burning in her eyes. If they were here to reprimand her, she was going to go down swinging no matter what.

“Whoa, there.” Gang Orca held his hands up in neutral. “We’re not here to fight you.”

“Oh yeah?” she challenged. “Then why was Goro over there trying to grab me?” Her eyes gestured over to the intimidating four-armed man.

“Goro?” Fourth Kind was confused and pointed to himself. “That’s not my name. And I wasn’t trying to grab you,” he explained. “There was a bug on your book bag I wanted to brush off. I’m sorry if you misunderstood.”

Sensing the genuineness of the apology, Ren relaxed her frame a little and released her hands. The T-clubs transformed back into her accessory. Eraser Head jumped down from the utility pole he was perched on and made his way over.

“That’s a nifty accessory you got there,” Gang Orca remarked, trying to make peace and conversation with the young child. “Where did you get that?”

“It’s a present from my friend,” she mumbled out and rested her hand over one protectively.

“Could it be Melissa Shield by any chance?” Eraser Head asked.

Her head immediately jolted up and gave him a defensive look.

“Why do you know her name?”

“We know a lot of things, little girl,” he bluntly replied.

“Don’t ‘little girl’ me, you sallow-faced mophead!” she growled out and stomped her right foot down.

Eraser Head stood there dumbly taking the insult while Fourth Kind and Gang Orca had to turn away, stifling their laughter with shaking shoulders. The man dressed in black sighed and squatted down to meet her face to face.

“I’ll cut to the chase: we’re here to let you know you should stop investigating Chisaki Kai.”

Her voice audibly hitched at her throat, her eyebrows furrowing. The other two heroes quickly calmed down and turned back. They... weren’t here to take her to the cops? She was supposed to feel relief, but they wanted her to stop chasing the man who killed her dad and brother?

“There’s rumors on the street they’re close to finding out who you are,” Gang Orca explained with a gentle tone and crossed his arms. “And I’m sure you don’t want that.”

“But-but-” she stammered out in disbelief, her lips quivering. “I made sure I was untraceable…”

Fourth Kind also took a knee to meet Ren eye to eye.

“I’m sure you did, little one. It’s just that someone out there want to hurt you and your mom; we don’t want that to happen.”

“I… I can’t give up now. I’m so close!” she desperately cried. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably, trying to maintain what little control she had left over her feelings. “I don’t want my mom to be sad anymore! I want… I want…” she stuttered and broke down in tears.

Four years of repressed emotions suddenly burst out an overflowing dam.

“I want fair justice!”

The three pro-heroes rigidly stood as she wailed her little heart out and hiccupping. Her face was flushed from the lack of oxygen entering her body. Damp with fresh tears streamed down her small, red face. From a fly on the wall perspective, the adults looked like they were bullying the child. Ren walked up to Eraser Head and used his Capturing Weapon as her tissue.

The three heroes truly sympathized after reading her file; her story was well known in the pro hero circuit. Those who caught wind of it knew the real situation instead of what the media spun. Having gone through such a traumatic experience only to be left with nothing but disappointment by adults bound by the red tape of secrecy, they didn’t blame her for doing what she’s done.

Even they were impressed with the amount of tenacity and drive this girl had; it was much more than your average kid and to keep up with it for this long under disguise was an achievement.

“Have you calmed down?” the ebony haired man flatly asked, with the girl nodding and hiccuping still. Her eyes were puffy and red with snot running down her nose. Gang Orca took his handkerchief out from his breast pocket and handed it to Ren. She thanked him by nodding and cleaned herself up, blowing her nose loudly in it.

“Listen, we’re not saying what you were doing is wrong; it’s just risky,” Eraser Head picked up where he left off.

“You’re still a child and we don’t want to see you hurt. If you really want the fair justice you seek, go about it a different way,” Fourth Kind gently suggested. “Go about it the right way.”

Her damp and puffy hazel-green dejected orbs looked up at the kind and encouraging eyes of the three men.

“You have the makings of a great hero.” Gang Orca looked down at her and rolled his hand into a fist. “Be one for those where justice failed them.”

“Get stronger,” Eraser Head firmly stated. “Strong enough to enter the ring to face him head-on as a hero, Remy Hayes-Takahiro—no, Takahiro Ren. Only then will you be satisfied with your way of ‘justice.’”

The firm words of these three heroes engraved into her heart.

They acknowledged and saw her in what she could be.

Ever since her encounter, she heeded their advice and stopped investigating out of safety for herself and her mom. Packing away all of the intel she gathered, she stuffed them in a box and buried it in the back of her closet at home.

No one will ever know.

Two days later, the U.A. students received a text in the dead of night.

The operation has started.

It’s go time.

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kairi-chan · 6 years

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Apprentice I: Naruto and Sarada

Summary: Thirteen-year-old Sarada boldly asks Naruto to become his apprentice. Genre: Humor Rating: K

Sarada walked absentmindedly around the village. She tuned out all of the background noise as she overanalysed everything that has happened in the last fifteen minutes.

Her dark brows furrowed together, remembering that encounter with the Nanadaime, and thinking up more ways how it could have gone better. She just loved to overthink and stress herself over nothing. Sarada’s cheeks flushed, and felt like she wanted to tear her hair out.

“Hokage-sama!” She called out for the highest shinobi in Konoha. Her dark eyes full of her steely resolve. Naruto turned his clear blue eyes to her, giving her his fully attention.

“My goal is to be the hokage,” she proclaimed. “I will train my best to become the best, and be acknowledged by everyone to reach this goal.” Her voice never wavered, however the hard part was coming up.

She bit her lip momentarily to stop it from quivering. “Please,” she bowed low from the waist, “take me as your apprentice.”

Naruto did not flinch at the request. Sarada was his best friend’s daughter, and his goddaughter. His gaze was soft. “Sarada,” his voice came out even softer, wanting to lessen the blow as he tried to deny her request.

She knew that tone. She could not take no for an answer. “Please!” She begged again, biting down hard on her lower lip. She was desperately trying to fight back the tears. Sarada wasn’t sure what was causing her heart to hurt more, her hero’s rejection to accept her as his apprentice, or putting her Uchiha pride down by begging. “I know you’re very busy, Hokage-sama. I promise, I will do everything I can not to add to that burden. Instead,” She rose up from her bow. Sarada looked at him straight in the eye, “let me help you carry it.”

Recalling her own words, Sarada let out a shout of frustration. Was she too forward? Audacious? Presumptuous? How bold for a thirteen-year-old to offer to carry the weight of the village with the strongest shinobi in the continent! Her cheeks were flushing with embarrassment. She looked at her feet as she walked. Sarada was now out of the village’s center. There were less houses now, as it lead to the Uchiha district.

She was spacing out, but instantly snapped out of it when she felt someone darting towards her from behind. In an instant, she pulled out her kunai with her right hand, and aimed to pierce through her attacker’s jugular. This was instantly blocked. Using her momentum, she twisted and lifted her right leg to try to land a hit. This was blocked again.

“Tch,” this guy was pretty good to block her slightly chakra enhanced kick.

She dropped her right hand to the ground to lift her weight, her left leg was glowing from the knee down to her foot with chakra as she decided to no longer hold back. Sarada needed to end this right now.

“Shannaro!”

Her left hand landed on the ground to steady her as she landed a clean hit with her left foot on her assailant’s head.

“Aaaah!” Her attacker screamed in pain as he flew a good distance from her.

Sarada cartwheeled back on her feet, and a triumphant smirk on her face. She didn’t even need to use her sharingan. However, her dark eyes widened in utter horror as she saw who she had kicked. She was able to take a good look before the clone disappeared in a puff of smoke.

There was only one person who dared to wear that much orange.

Back in the hokage office, Naruto doubled over on his seat as his clone’s memories came back to him. He held on to his head, comical tears streaming down his face. “She really is Sakura-Chan and teme’s daughter,” he muttered. The swiftness and finesse she had shown in her taijutsu, sharply reminded him of Sasuke. While her precise timing and chakra release had painfully reminded him of Sakura.

The door to his office opened. “How did it go? Was she excited?” Shikamaru approached Naruto’s desk.

Naruto absentmindedly rubbed on his head. He could still feel the painful way his clone had gone. “Ah, well, I wasn’t able to talk to her,” he laughed nervously. “I guess I kind of scared her and she kicked my clone.”

“How troublesome,” Shikamaru smirked. “Did she use one of Sasuke’s taijutsu techniques?”

“Yeah,” Naruto agreed. “Topped off with Sakura-Chan’s monstrous strength.” He added, shuddering at the memory.

Shikamaru laughed. “Looks like you’re going to have a handful.”

Naruto nodded in agreement. “She’s got Sasuke’s talent, and Sakura-chan’s ferocity.”

Shikamaru regarded his words with a fond smile. That was definitely a lethal combination.

“But most importantly,” Naruto added seriously. “She’s got resolve, and cares for her comrades. That is what will make her a fine hokage.”

The Uchiha couple walked down leisurely back to their house. Sakura held on to the crook of Sasuke’s arm as they chatted lightly with each other. Sensing another presence ahead, their gaze moved away from each other to the path ahead. They spotted their daughter, lying in the middle of the road. Both parents dashed towards their daughter.

“Sarada!” Her mother quickly lifter her head, hand glowing with healing chakra, already scanning her for injuries.

Sasuke looked around, searching for the perpetrator. He was going to kill whoever did this to his precious daughter. There were faint traces of chakra that felt awfully familiar.

“She’s unharmed,” Sakura assured her husband. “She just fainted.”

“Ho…Kage…Sama,” Sarada mumbled.

Both of her parents looked at her questioningly. Hokage-sama? Naruto has something to do with this?

“Tried to... Kill... Hokage...Sama.” She continued to mumble things in her sleep. She was dreaming about her killing Naruto, and worrying that he would no longer take her to be his apprentice after showing such rude behavior.

Her parents, however, took her words the other way. Did their daughter just say that the hokage tried to kill her? Sasuke quickly made a shadow clone, who scooped his daughter into his arms and brought her into their house.

His long hair covered his eyes as he stood up. Once he reached his full height and straightened his gaze, the sharingan activated.

His wife stood next to him, cracking her knuckles. A violent aura was being emanated from her entire being. “Na-ru-to.”

“I’m going to kill that dobe,” Sasuke’s voice was lethally quiet.

Both Sasuke and Sakura’s killing intent were flaring menacingly.

Half way across the village in the hokage tower, Naruto sneezed and shuddered.

“Naruto,” Kurama drawled, waking from his nap. “Do you feel that?”

“Yeah, it feels like Sakura-chan and teme’s killing intent,” he shuddered again, pulling his hokage cloak to cover more of his body. He suddenly felt so vulnerable.

Kurama smirked. “They must be really pissed.”

The hokage nodded in agreement. “I would hate to be the pitiful bastard their killing intent is directed at.”

THE END.

A/N:

Apprentice II: Sakura and Mitsuki

Apprentice III: Sasuke and Boruto

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