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a/n: I hope you have a lovely day!
Trigger Warnings: Graphic, Child Death, Murder
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The sky was bright. The gentle warmth of the sun hit the grounds of Musutafu Elementary, while a young boy sat inside the classroom. At the ripe age of 5, Ren and a few of his classmates were the late bloomers. Having been told they weren't Quirkless, they waited eagerly for their Quirks. Today, another got their Quirk. "Look, look! I can float the pencil!" A girl cheered. "Ema! That's so cool!" Ren giggled, and as the teacher called recess, Ren chased Ema outside, along with another boy. "Tag!" Ren grinned as he tagged Ema. "No tagbacks, Ema!" The other boy shouted. "We know, Kon." Ema whined at Kon's repeating of the rule, and bolted at him. "You'll never catch me alive!" Kon cackled like a Villain, and tripped on a rock. "Umpf!" He grumbled as he got up, only to be tagged by Ema. "Tag. You're it~" Ema sung, and then ran off herself.
For the last hour of school, Kon tried and failed to catch Ren. "Haha! You'll never catch me alive! My papa is a hero!" Ren cackled. Just as the bell was about to ring, Kon tagged Ren. "Tag~" Ren grumbled, pivoted on his heel, and ran after Kon. The crunch of his shoes upon sand slowed to a stop as the bell rang, and he caught a shadowed figure up on a pole. He looked up, seeing his older brother perched on a traffic pole just off campus, waiting for him. His metal bracers reflected in the sunlight, a gray vest of worn ceramic plates, black compression suit under his armor, visible through the gaps in the joints. "You big showoff, Sato!" Ren grumbled as Sato slid down the pole, approaching the group. "You three have fun?" He smiled. "Yeah! Ren sucks at tag!" Kon laughed, to which Ren grumbled at his near non-existent loss.
"Well, I have to bring Ren home real quick. Have a good day, you two!" Sato pulled Ren along. Ren looked up at Sato. "Can I go on patrol with you?" Sato sighed. "Ren, for the fifteenth time this week, I can't bring you on patrol. It's very dangerous, and very illegal." Ren pouted as Sato put him in the car. Sato spoke as he fastened Ren's seatbelt. "With mom as a nurse, dad as a pro, and myself as a pro, it's still barely enough, okay? I can't put you at risk." Sato patted Ren as he closed the door. Ren spoke up as Sato sat in the driver's seat. "But you're a search and rescue hero! Why are you busier than papa?" The low hum of the engine's startup rumbled as Sato turned the key. "Because, Ren, for every fight between assault heroes, there's many people who are in danger. That's why I'm so much busier than dad, I have more people to save. Now put your seatbelt on." Sato commanded. Ren was silent for the rest of the car ride.
Sato slowed the car to a stop. An old, run down housing complex shaded the car. "Okay, go in now. I have an assignment to get to." Ren opened the car door, and grumbled under his breath. As he gently shut it, Sato drove off. Ren stormed off, throwing his bag over his shoulder, and with that motion, a puddle from last night's rain subtly rippled. Ren's face loosened from anger to joy. He bolted past his apartment, heading for a friend's home.
Sato arrived at a recently ended fight against two C-list villains. He showed one of the perimeter's officers his Hero License, and they let him through. He gently shut his eyes. With every step, he felt a ripple. The flow of blood, a small, echoing signal, especially potent in a panicking child, hit his senses. He approached a pile of rubble, signaling to the stronger heroes on site. That was the routine. Sense endangered civilians, signal to another, sense another civilian, rinse and repeat.
"Wait up, kid." A gruff voice called to Sato as he approached his car. Upon turning, Sato saw an older man. He seemed to be some form of bodybuilder. The guy was huge, maybe 6'8" compared to Sato's 5'7". He was shredded, his hero suit showed his entire midline until the bottom of his abdomen. He had a caution tape pattern over his forehead as a headband. "How does your Quirk work?" The man inquired. Sato shook his head lightly. He was hoping he wouldn't have to explain this, but he obliged. "I can sense nearby water." Sato informed the stranger. The man blinked, scratching his beard. "Sense.. water? How does that let you sense people?" Sato looked at the man. To Sato, it was blatantly obvious. "People are mostly water, sir." Sato deadpanned, a slight twitch in his left eye. He never understood why people asked, and that would never change. The older man facepalmed at this. It did sound obvious once you heard it. "Right. That... makes sense, actually. Thanks for your work, kiddo. What's your name?" The man handed him a business card. Sato looked at the man. "Dead Calm Hero, Satomori. I didn't really think the name through." Sato looked down at the card.
"Tanaka Desutegoro." A normal first name, but the surname Death Arms." Sato parroted what it said. "Sounds like you got it from an anime." Sato joked, pocketing the business card. "What, not basic enough Satomori?" Death Arms retorted, and Sato smiled. The guy was significantly higher in the hero hierarchy than he was, and connections never hurt. Having actual friends that weren't co-workers also couldn't hurt. "Hey, how old are ya, kid?" Tanaka threw his arm around Sato. "2. Sato said his temporary farewells to Death Arms, and drove home in his car.
Ren ran home from his friend's house. He was so excited about his new Quirk that he forgot Ema wasn't even home until later. If he was late for dinner, he wouldn't be eating.
Ren ran throughout the hallway of his housing complex. He was so excited about this. Excitedly, he opens the door, a sweet and savory scent painting the air of his home. Forgetting why he was so excited, he slips off his shoes. "I'm home!" Ren called, "Hi!" a small girl's voice echoed back. Ren grins wide as his Shiba flies past his younger sister to greet him. "Mochi! You didn't get caught today, did you?" Mochi barked and panted happily as Ren ran the back of his fingers through her sandy fur. After a few seconds, Ren got up, and followed the scent of curry. Coming to the table, Ren sits, and hears the crack-open of his father's favorite beer. "Papa, can I try beer..?" His father gives a very honest answer; "You're hilarious." He deadpans, and just looks at him until Ren looks away. Opting to change the subject, and turning his gaze to his mother, Ren smiles. "Mama, thank you for the food." Ren mannered, his mother's onyx hair waving messily over her face. She smiles silently as she serves Sato his plate.
"Mama, why does Sato get food before me?" Ren asked, half-whining. His mother doesn't answer, and instead takes the beer from the father. "Jun, you know there is no alcohol at the table." The father looks at her. "Himari, I..." He stops short at Himari's glare, a bead of sweat running down his face. "You're right! What was I thinking?" Jun chuckled nervously, and turned to the table. Himari serves Ren, who grins at the sight. "Thank you, mama!" Ren smiled. Himari turned to his younger sister. "Mei, did anyone catch Mochi?" Mei shook her head. "Mochi safe. Nobody see." Mei reported. Himari let out a breath she hadn't even known. Sitting down herself, Himari and her family dug in.
"Oh right! I got my Quirk--" Ren started, mouth full of curry, but stopped short as he felt the familiar fur of Mochi hit his ankle. "Oh, Mochi, don't bump..." He cut short once more at the sight of puddled gore mixed with fur. Mochi's head slowed to a stop, rolling from her body. "Mochi...?" Ren felt his stomach coil.
squelch.
Ren's head turned slowly, as if a creaking door on an old hinge, and sees his father, the man he looked up to most, body split in two. The iron virulence of blood; a warm, metallic air, choked the room. Ren's stomach coiled. He felt like his very stomach organs were squeezed by gravity. His face flushed with heat as he bent over in belch. He gripped his mouth and gut, but couldn't hold in his bile. The copper stench was mixed with the stench of rice soaked with blood, guts, and curry. Himari got herself together and threw her hand forward, throwing her surviving family into the wall, in some attempt to save them. Mei gripped Ren and whimpered in pain. Himari's efforts were cut short as she stopped breathing. Her nose bled and her mouth opened to speak, but instead, her final sound was the thud of her corpse hitting the wooden floor. Mei got herself up an tried to run, to get help, anything to live. She didn't get very far; Mei heard only a dull ringing, her vision blurred, her muscles trembling as he ran. She didn't even notice that she crashed into an unfamiliar figure until seconds later. Her head inflated like a balloon and popped. The walls were painted a darker and thicker red than the curry.
Ren couldn't think. He vomited thrice more. He couldn't move properly. His hands and ankles cramped up as he hyperventilated; his lower back, neck, and whole body becoming a prison as he felt himself seize in shock. His bile mixed with Mochi, and he collapsed, his hair stained with the bile infested, gory puddle of a puppy.
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a/n: how's your day? have a wonderful one! :D