The weekend soon arrived and Kula was sitting in the back room, screwing two pieces of metal together. They didn't match in color— the right side bein the typical silver metal color and the left being a rust color.

After telling Ms. Ito that she wanted to work on something extra for school, the older woman was more than happy to let Kula use the back room as well as the tools in the shop. She felt kind of bad lying to the older woman, but Kula needed some way of creating what she had planned out the night before as she paced her room after another mental breakdown.

"Is that a mask?" Ms. Ito asked, breaking Kula out of her concentration and causing the said girl to jump slightly.

"Oh, uh, yeah!" Kula said, a small smile appearing on her face. "It's just the main frame right now, I want to add something else to it... it seems kind of bare." Kula said, looking at the plain mask in an attempt to figure out what it was missing.

The two sides were connected in a gear-like pattern, the top flat while the bottom curved just enough to fit her face almost perfectly— it was a bit longer than her face but she didn't know how to fix that without ruining the entire shape of the mask. On the copper side of the mask, Kula had cut out a sharp curved smile which she planned to somehow implant a voice changer to further disguise her identity— a voice changer should be easier to make than the other aspects of the mask she wanted to incorporate.

After looking at the ask and the sketch in Kula's idea book, Ms. Ito placed a hand to her chin. "Maybe make it look somewhat animalistic, or, more so base it off of an animal." She said, grabbing a pencil and glancing at Kula for the younger girl's permission to sketch in Kula's idea book. Once Kula gave Ms. Ito a nod, she watched as Ms. Ito sketched out a few ideas.

Looking at the sheet once the older woman pulled away, Kula looked at what she had drawn, three different pictures were drawn on the bottom half of the page with the original mask idea.

The first picture had cat-like ears that curved into sharp points, appearing to be cat or fox themed. The second one had round ears on the side— more monkey like. The third one had two tall rabbit ears on the top, one standing straight up and the other bent so it covered one of the eyes.

As Kula was looking over the designs there was a chime to notify the two of them in the back room that someone had walked into the store. After patting kula on the back, the older woman walked into the front room and the muffled chatter of Ms. Ito and Toshinori drifted off as Kula made some more sketches and over back to her invention.

***

Days later, the mask was finally finished. She had used the idea of the goggles she had been working in in class and made a similar pair that would fit into the mask, the silver side having a red eye and the copper side having a blue eye. The blue eye was just a normal lense she was able to see through, the red eye was connected to a sensor that would tell her what her vitals were— heart rate, injuries, and her mental condition. She had to have Power Loader help her with the one she was making in the class and she just copied what she had done in class. As well as the goggles, Power Loader helped her with making a voice changer— albeit he was a bit hesitant due to the possibilities. If only he knew it was going to be used to help Kula keep her identity hidden behind a changed voice.

After leaving the shop, Kula immediately made her way home- slight anxiety rising up as she was on her way due to the ten missed called from Mrs. Saito and three missed calls from Mr. Saito. She would of just not gone to the house that afternoon but she needed to grab some materials from her room.

Instant regret hit her as she opened the door, in the form of a fist to her cheek.

"I've been calling you for hours!" The golden haired woman in front of her screeched, anger blazing in her eyes. She didn't say anything before she grabbed Kula's wrist, despite the teen's efforts to keep her hands behind her back and took off her glove. After Mrs. Saito got what she wanted from Kula, she turned away from the hyperventilating teen. "At least you're good for something, be grateful." She said before walking down the hallway.

"Asshole." Kula muttered between breaths. Ignoring her stinging cheek and slight metallic taste in her mouth Kula walked up the stairs and into her room. The sun was already setting so Kula had to get ready quickly.

Moving around her room, she grabbed what she needed and changed. A white undershirt with an oversized black hoodie over it. She also had shorts that reached down to her thighs and thick leggings underneath with ankle high boots to cover any exposed skin that the leggings wouldn't cover. After getting dressed, Kula took the mask she had been working on for the past five days and strapped it onto her face and reached up to the right side and flipped a small switch that was under the ear and data ran across the red-tinted vision before words flashed near the top corner of her vision.

Physical Status: Stable

Mental Status: Unstable...
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...
Near Stable
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Stable

Thankfully she had been distracted when talking with her mother, and the confrontation hadn't been long so she was able to calm herself down before a mental breakdown.

"Alright. I'm ready." She muttered to herself, walking to the window and breaking off the lock, she could of done this ages ago and escaped the house, but the thought of being found by the Leauge of Villains and forced back into doing what she used to do for them. That and the fact that both the Pro Heroes and police have so many tabs on her that just being out without anything to hide her identity would have her ring sent back home in the matter of days, if not hours.

Clearing herself of that thought, Kula squeezed out of the window and made her way to the town, tonight was going to be her Origin.

***

Kula had been moving around in the alleyways of the city for about an hour before she heard a scream for help. Darting forwards and running towards the source, Kula turned down an alleyway to see a woman taking steps towards a man who was now backed into a wall.

"Come on, where is it? I want my fucking drugs!" The woman screeched, and Kula realized that the dust in the dark alleyway was moving, slowly forming into a sharply pointed cone.

Silently walking down the alleyway, Kula grabbed a piece of scrap metal that was conveniently laying against a trash can and banged it against the wall, the loud clang echoing through the alleyway and getting the attention from the other two. The man looked relived, while the woman looked even more enraged.

"Who the fuck are you?" The woman asked.

"Me? Hmmm, I haven't thought of a name..." Kula started, her voice sounding robotic and nothing like her actual voice. "How about I get back to you on that." Without a moment's hesitation, Kula jumped forwards, dropping the scrap metal and pulling her fist back and punching her in the face, she just wanted to beat the woman down, not kill her by hitting her with heavy scrap metal.

"Bitch!"

"I know you are but what am I?" Kula taunted.

The woman was off balance and once the dust that was floating fell back to the ground, Kula had an easy time taking her out. It was only a few minutes later when she was laying on the ground, incapacitated. I should really make myself some weapons. She thought, hand on hand combat a was fun and all, but for future fights it might not be too effective.

"Thank you, how can I ever repay you?" He asked.

"For one, stop selling drugs, that shit's bad for you. And two, no repayment required, I just did if for the thrill." She said, saluting and starting to walk away into the depths of the alley.

The man was quiet, just until Kula was about to walk into the shadows, "What's you name?" He shouted out.

Kula stopped for a second, cocking her head to the side and looking over her shoulder. "Call me GearHead." And with that, she vanished into the shadows.

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Picture of Kula's mask Drawn by yours truly