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Staring down at the man that just a few minutes ago had been vainly monologuing was… a difficult feeling. Yuga felt sick, maybe because his abdomen was still cut open and his arm had twisted out of its socket when he ripped them from his bindings, maybe because he just bashed a mans head in without even trying to. He just wanted the doctor to get off of him, he had just wanted him to stop talking about how much fun he had hurting people, to stop talking about his plans for tomura, to stop calling Yuga an idiot. His legs shook as he stood, god he felt awful, not for hurting Dr. Garaki, maybe a little, but it was so cold and everything hurt and wow does his flesh stitching itself together feel weird. Why is his flesh stitching itself together? How?
Yuga looks around the room he is standing in, there are a two doors on opposite walls, he had been laying on a table in the middle of the room when he, he woke up? Fuck, Doc had been prepping him to be a Nomu hadn’t he? All because he had admitted that maman and papa had left for France?! Was his idiot act so good that everyone felt the need to throw him away the second his parents weren’t there to “correct” him? Focus Yuga, you have to get clean, have to get back to school, what time is it, god what day is it? He had gone to the doctors for a “standard checkup” after school on Friday, he didn’t remember what happened!! Goddamnit focus! He’s picked up a towel so he doesn’t get blood on the doors, he can see a small bathroom through the left door, and the other door led out to a larger laboratory area.
Yuga goes through the bathroom door, careful to not get the doctor’s blood on the door handle, he really really doesn’t want to make another mess. He had wrapped a few bandages around the docs head, the bleeding had stopped but Yuga was scared, he didn’t mean to hurt the doctor, he hopes he’s not angry when he wakes up because Yuga knows he’s fucked if the man who had put a tracker in him without anyone noticing wants him dead or worse. The tracker was something Yuga would deal with back at school, he would find it and cut it out or something to make sure when he runs away no one will ever find him.
The bathroom is small only a double sink, utility and for handwashing it looks like, and a small shower. When he turns the water on its so cold it almost shocks him out of his continued spiral, that was related to why he felt so, so out of it. He had woken up with a gas mask on, naked and with the doctor rooting around in his abdomen while laying down on a steel table. He looks down at where he had been cut open just a few minutes ago, the wound is gone. Had he imagined it? No wait he remembers thinking the doctor was trying to make him a nomu. Most of his “Patients” are corpses, he had probably not given the right amount of anesthesia to Yuga to keep him asleep long enough to implement the loyalty control, idiot.
The water warms up and the blood washes off of his body in rivulets that cause him to calm down, to focus on the spirals of deep reds and pinks of the water as if goes down the drain. It reminds him of when he had been in the bath after uncles las punishment, except there was no Kurogiri there to comfort him with his calm cold way voice time. Ah he’s crying, that’s not good he won’t be able to go home, go back to the dorms, if he can’t calm down and get out of the lab he’s in. He turns the shower off, there is a robe hanging up next to it, far to wide and far to short for Yuga, it barely reaches his knees, but it covers him and keeps the cold of the bathroom and the cold cold cold of the lab from bothering him too much. Everything still feels like he’s about to fall, to throw up or to suddenly pass out. Walking back into the room with the doctor, still laying where Yuga had left him after trying to bandage his face.
Yuga was too disoriented, too high from whatever had knocked him out, to notice how Garaki’s chest hasn’t risen since he hit the man’s head. He’s too busy gathering his things from the shelf they were placed on, to distracted getting dressed and being relieved that its only nine pm on Saturday, to realize that when he pushes pain medicine down the docs throat that his jaw is far too slack and how it just sits in the back of his mouth instead of the bodies regular reaction of gagging or swallowing when an object is blocking an airway. Yuga does not realize that his attempts to apologize with a note and disoriented message when calling the cops to pick up the doctor and bring him to jail are useless efforts to protect himself from Garaki’s reaction to his attack. Yuga does not realize that the doctor is dead.
He cleans the blood off of the table and floor, lays the doctor’s head on soft towels, both to cushion his head and to absorb anymore blood that leaks from the wound that Yuga knows he didn’t wrap properly. He hopes the phone operator down at the police station is tracking Garaki’s phone, he doesn’t know where he is still, and he didn’t want to leave evidence of him being here. His voice had been so scratchy he almost sounded like Tomura-kun, he had started giggling when he noticed, probably sounded insane to the nice operator on the phone, she was still calling after him when he had left to enter the larger lab area. There was an empty, open tank that had been moved close to the door, probably for Yuga when the doc would have been done with whatever enhancements he would have added to the failed nomu. Well, that was still far less creepy than the full tanks, where there were a few non-failed nomu’s were now freaking out and trying to break the glass.
He kept close to the walls and after what felt like an hour managed to find the door, he scrambled to open it as the nomu’s voices got louder, their struggling growing more and more distressed. He didn’t want to think about the people they used to be, ok maybe a little bit. God had the doctor really said he wanted to turn tomura into a new all for one? Just erase his consciousness? il tuerait cet homme s'il essayait!! Bâtard!! He doubled back to the control panel he had passed and found the tank’s lock functions could be set to unlock at a certain time, he set them to unlock in 30 hours, and rushes out the exit to avoid any of the stronger ones who might get out early.
It’s a dark closet he enters, he fumbles blindly for the next door, and when he finally manages to open it with the doctor’s keys he is blinded by the lights in the next room. ‘It’s not a room it’s a hallway’ is one thing he notices when his eyes adjust to the influx of light, as he steps out he leaves the closet hanging open with the keys on the handle. He finds a stairwell, he seems to be on the basement level, and when he goes up two stories he crashes into someone when opening the door to the ground level floor.
A young girl, with brown hair and purple tinted skin and and a scaly tail poking out from between her shirt and pants lays face down on the floor. Yuga is not sure if this is a hallucination, he’s been seeing frankly bizarre things crawling on the walls that he’s about 60% sure are a result from the lingering anesthesia, he hopes. He really, really hopes that the weird mix between a snarling wolf and Uncle that kept trying to grab at him was a hallucination and not actually the man out of jail with a new quirk. He offers the girl a hand up, and he realizes that her face is very similar to a gecko’s, with the large eyes and snout in place of a non-heteromorphs mouth and nose. She takes it and smiles at him, before tilting her head at the door he had hit her with.
“Are you one of the patients here as well? You don’t look like you should be here.” Is what she asks while looking up him up and down.
“Well… im one of the Monsieur’s patients..? He’s uhhh blessé en ce moment!” Yuga is too tired to remember the right way to talk to the girl, he realizes he’s slipped into French but god does he just want to go home, he just wants to lay in his big empty house and then go back to the dorms Sunday night and pretend that he spent the weekend with maman et papa.
“Oh!” Her eyes sparkle with a Mischievous light “are you one of his special patients?”
His heart sinks, she knows, she knows about the quirk swapping, does she think he was a kid that’s parents didn’t want a heteromorph and sent him to the doc and uncle for “fixing”? She’s kinda right but he gestures the “sort of” hand motion at her, not wanting to upset a child he now can see is wearing the uniform of the kids that are sent permanently to All for One and Garaki, the poor girl had probably been with the creeps since she had started developing her animalistic features. “Im the ah.. reverse kind of patient…. Ah madame” “my name’s Mura!” “… Mura, would you mind not mentioning that I was here to anyone, especially not the police..?” He smiled hesitantly at her, she Beamed back, and yep definitely a gecko, her massive amounts of little sharp teeth, they were really cute honestly, looked a lot like the ones he had seen at a pet store.
“Sure!!! Can I come with you?” Mura asks, to Yuga’s bafflement. “What?? No you can’t come with me I have to go home?” “Yeah take me with you!!” Yuga doesn’t know how to respond, he’s so tired and he’s been fighting the urge to pass out for the past 30 minutes. Trying to move around minutes after a surgery is known to be a bad idea but what was he supposed to do? Let the doctor continue calling him a poor fool and casually expressing his plans To turn Tomura-kun into a body double for all for one’s vile personality? Yuga cared too much about the older boy to let that happen, had too much pride in his acting skills to allow them to be boiled down to genuine idiocy. Sure hitting Garaki in the face is definitely going to end up with the man putting poison in his next prescription of sleep medication but still he shouldn’t have been talking down on him and tomura’s intelligence like that.
He’s been quite too long, so he looks at Mura and just, waves for her to follow him. God this is dumb, but he’s not using the house, and maman and papa have fled the country(leaving him, they abandoned him to AFO’s whims again! They left him alone in a country where his only choices are to be a fake hero or die!!) so its empty aside from weekly cleaners, who don’t care who’s there as long as no one’s in the way when they work. So why not bring her with him? He knows what the doctor does with these kids when they get older. He knows what he does with their bodies after they die. If he can help one kid get out of here then maybe the pain he’ll go through later for attacking the doctor will be worth it.
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“So how old are you?” He asks when they board the train almost half an hour later, there’s almost no one on it this late at night so they both get seats, good if he had to stand much longer he would have started crying from how dizzy he was.
“Me? Oh im like twelve or something” is Mura’s response, she’s letting him lean on her probably because he mentioned how he had woken up from an operation and booked it out of there, she offered to carry him but he declined because making a girl a solid foot shorter than him carry him felt rude. He had been getting kinda fat lately anyways and wouldn’t want to bother her was the explanation he had given to her.
“Oh wow, how… how long were you at l'orphelinat?” He wanted to know how long she had been abandoned there.
“At what?” She questioned
“Ah, forgive me Mura-chan… the uhh, the orphanage… im mixing up my, my words!” He was trying so hard not to fall asleep on the train, he remembered all the times Kurogiri had made him recite all the ways he could get hurt if somebody with bad intentions noticed him asleep in public, and was using the cool feeling of the glass against his head as a focal point to try and stay awake.
“Since I was about, seven I think! That’s when my teeth started to get sharp and my skin started to sprout my scales” Mura’s chirpy response was also something to help him stay awake. That was the main reason he had started their conversation once they had sat down, that and because he finally realized he just took a child from an orphanage/hospital and was worried about how well she would do alone in a house. He wasn’t worried too much about her being reported missing, god knows that the doc disappears kids all the time from these places, but he is worried about her being unstable alone.
In the hour and a half it took on the train to get back to his house, they talked about how they had ended up “in the know” of the doctor’s schemes. She had been given up by her parents after her tail sprouted, he shared that he had been quirkless until a deal was made with Uncle, all in all a very depressing chat that they kept quite to keep their voices from being picked up by the cameras. Well he is wearing a rather ugly hoodie and his voice still sounds like he scraped his throat out with a knife, but she could still be reported missing from the hospital. She apparently was already going to run away, she had been getting into more and more trouble with the nurses and one of them had mentioned seeing her sent away to a much, worse place.
“So you don’t have to actually take me with you ya know? I just, wanted someone nice around while I got out?” Her smile was weak and her voice was pleading, he might be a scum villain but he wasn’t going to leave a girl her age to be a homeless runaway. Sure letting her live in his house while his parents were who knows where in Europe is probably a bad idea but worst case scenario they can pretend she’s a relative, or a delinquent who broke into his house? his parents are both only children and they were both raised in France so he doesn’t know how the relative angle would work but he really doesn’t want to get her in trouble, she did help him get to the train station.
“Nah it’s fine mura-chan… can youu garden? Or clean up after yoursellf?” Yuga’s words are a bit slurred in his question, he wants to make sure that she will feel useful at the house, he knows how anxious he gets when there’s no chores left for him back at the dorms and doesn’t want her to feel like she’s using him. Her nod after the question about cleaning made him feel secure, good she won’t feel like a burden if she has a task, she won’t feel the need to try and get a job or something else that will put her in danger. Is he getting too attached? Nahhh he’s the normal amount attached to a girl he just met that has the face of an adorable little lizard. Is that quirkest? Not if he doesn’t say it outloud it isn’t!
“You’re laughing again Yuga-sama.” She deadpans, her eyes, now clearly a greyish green color due to her pupils retracting from the train’s light are swinting at him, probably trying to figure out what he’s found funny again. Trying not to laugh at every little joke his brain makes Is so hard, everything has been so bright and he feels like the past few hours have all been a very silly bad dream, but he can feel every little thing touching his skin and he can feel the residue anesthesia trying to drag him back into unconsciousness, he knows… didn’t he think this a few minutes ago?
“Désolé! Dés- eheh, sorry Mura chan I had a rude thought that made me lose my composure” She nodded at his response, seemingly satisfied with this answer. He hoped she didn’t think too hard about what kinds of rude thoughts he could be having, then again, they could go anywhere from her and her status as a heteromorph to The Doctor’s bad habit of wandering hands leading to him getting bit by his less fortunate patients. Ahh good times, he would have bit the doctor if his mouth hadn’t been blocked by the gas mask but oh well.
The train pulls into a station, and he almost forgets to get them up to get off because he hasn’t been back to his neighborhood in two months so when he hears the mechanical voice call out the name he almost doesn’t jump up and drag Mura out the door with him, does she not have a last name? Is that because her parents abandoned her? Worry about that later Yuga you need to walk home without you or the twelve year old girl your with getting kidnapped by the inordinate amount of criminals in Japan.
Her hand is small, actually everything about the girl is small, she looks almost eight rather than twelve but he assumes that’s because she’s reptilian, and he knows Uncles Facilities are notorious for skimping out on actually having enough supplies for the children, still, he makes a mental note to buy groceries for her tomorrow. And clothes that fit and aren’t clearly from the men’s section, seriously would it kill doc to treat the kids they keep decently? Without the need for turning them into monsters or drug mules?
Their walk to his parents house took about twenty minutes, he’s so glad he had his keys in his backpack, he almost collapsed right on the entryway floor, willing to let sleep take him then. “Dude there is no way that is comfortable” Mura said to the in fact very comfortable yuga, who was allowing the exhaustion from the drugs and the situation to finally catch up to him and as he scooted his body to the living room couch he feels hands lift and roll him onto his back. He looked up at her and smiled, he doesn’t think he could speak properly if he wanted to anymore. He lets himself fall asleep to the sound of her locking the doors.
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Oboro wakes up, his arms are restrained and he can feel needles under his skin, pushing fluids and drugs into his veins, but underneath the haze and confusion of being awake he can feel that his body under his control. He’s not letting this chance pass him by. Not again.
