Her Past pt.2

"Sis', who are they?" Her brother asked, his eye looking at something behind her, herself letting go of the hug to turn around, only to have her own breath hitch and eyes go wide.

The smirks were overwhelming. "Hey, freak, who's that? Your freak brother?"

It was cold, the cool metal walls that contained her were chilling her to the bone. Shiro could feel her own skin prick and freeze as she sat there.

Three days. It had been three days since she lost it. When she lost control of her own powers.

When she committed murder to four victims, and one of them was her own brother. The sole person she swore to protect. And she failed, she failed to protect him from herself.

Everything was a blur to her, her mind couldn't make up the sounds and screams apart, or whose blood splattered all over her hands. All she knew was that she had ended up in a metal box ever since she woke up.

And here she was now, in that said metal box. With a pane of black glass before her, like she was some sort of caged creature for show.

Maybe she was, a monster that had to be contained, to be feared of. She was a murderer, of not just one person too.

Her thoughts were getting to her, overwhelming her with only the screams and splattering of blood that only echoed in the back of her mind like a record.

Tears were blurring her, her mind was far off and the pounding of her ever quickening heartbeat only made the headache more prominent. She felt like vomiting, bile was in her throat, and made her gag at the taste.

She wasn't claustrophobic, but the room was suffocating. And the feeling of eyes on her through the black glass only made her shrink into herself even more, knowing that people were watching her every move, watching her break down just like that.

Oh how her pride had gone.

Ragged breaths came from her, hyperventilating as more and more flashes and sounds from that day came back to her memory. The way her Quirk burst from her emotions, how she'd had brutally killed those people without hesitation.

There were so many negative emotions going around in her. Anger, sadness, disappointment, fear, helplessness-

Her quirk was acting up again, and she couldn't control it. Her emotions were getting to her, and the tears that came only made it worse. Black shadows crawled out of her being, slithering to every corner of them room, climbing up the walls and turning the pristine white to pitch black.

Shiro wanted to scream for help, for someone behind the glass to come help her, and maybe they did feel some sort of pity for her. Because, the metal door to her room opened up with a slam, and a man with tired eyes and a scarf rushed in. His hair was floating above his head and eyes glowing red.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks, the fear of her quirk going to kill another innocent person scared her. She hated her quirk, she hated being afraid of it. She didn't want any of it.

Just as the black mass almost filled the entire room with shadows, it seemed to stop and shrivel back to her, entering into her body again as the walls of white metal came back into view.

Shiro's eyes were wide, the fear was still in her, but there was shock. How did it stop? It wasn't her she knew that, so was it the stranger that came in that stopped her quirk?

The unknown man came to a crouch in front of her, his eyes still glowing and hair flying in all places, he stared at Shiro for moments without speaking. Then he lifted his hand, coming close to her face as she flinched at the sudden contact, the man wiped the tears on her cheek away.

"You need to calm down, or else the government will only keep you here longer." He said, blinking once as his hair fell back to his shoulders and eyes changed from glowing red to black.

Okay, what was she seeing here? Some ragged looking man that had floating hair and colour changing eyes. She couldn't necessarily think straight or properly after that little panic attack.

"Don't have a panic attack, I'm not some government official here to torture you." The man rolled his eyes, seeing that she was still hyperventilating with wide eyes. "I'm the Pro Hero Eraserhead. Just call me Aizawa."

Shiro stared at the outstretched hand from the man -Aizawa, she didn't know if she should take it. He did say he was a Pro Hero, maybe she could trust him. But his appearance looks so lazy, and his dark circles showed that he possibly hadn't slept well at all.

"Why are you here?" She couldn't recognise her own voice at all, it was dry and hoarse, it hurt as she spoke and pained her to cough.

"Came here to make sure your Quirk doesn't go out of control again. And the government's too afraid to touch you." Aizawa rolled his eyes at the mention of the government, Shiro could slightly hear his mutter of 'a bunch of money wielding chickens', which made her smile a little.

Aizawa, who felt more calm at the sight of her feeling safer around him, got up from his crouching position and put out a hand to her. "C'mon. Now that you're awake, they might need to ask you a few questions."

Looking at the outstretched hand, Shiro hesitated on grabbing it at first, but after looking back at the man that seemed either too tired or too bored from dealing with anything else related to the government, she took it anyways.

-x- TICK -x-

After Aizawa had took her to another person, Shiro was told to clean herself and get into the clothes that they had provided for her -seeing as the clothes she wore were covered in dirt and blood along with a couple tears.

Now she was in a large hall like space, her hair washed from the stickiness it had and the grime that clung to her skin gone. But now her hands were cuffed together, and guards holding fire arms were standing by every door in her sight.

She could understand why they were concerned of her having another outbreak, but was there any need to place armed guards everywhere? Way to make someone feel welcomed. Plus there weren't any other chairs or tables, it was just her and the guards -and two cameras pointing at her.

"Shiro Kurayami?" Buzzing came from the entire space, the voice coming from possibly unseen speakers, the cameras having a blinking red light signalled it was on.

She stared on at the camera, fighting back the chill up her spine from the cool draft of the space, she could see the camera lens zooming in and out of focus on her, as if to spot any form of small reactions on her face.

"You are here in accordance of you losing control of your own Quirk, attacking and killing four people around your vicinity. This happened three days ago, is this true?" The voice spoke again, waiting for any response from Shiro who, only remained quiet.

"Remaining silent will not do you any good, Shiro Kurayami. It is in your best interest to state your side of the incident." Their voice was straight and dull, without any signs of remorse or understanding towards her. After all her years with her parents, attending hero events and such, she knew that no matter how pitiful and sympathetic they might sound, they would never take your side of the story into account.

And that was what happened whenever she came back home late, it looked rebellious and disobedient to her parents, yet they had never known that she was delayed because of people cornering her.

"The government's Department of Quirks, along with the agreement and consent of both your guardians, have issued a trial of three years for you." She froze, her parents were there. Both of them were in this very building, watching her, but never had thought of coming to see her or talk to her.

"You will be under the custody of Eraserhead during this time period. You will follow his every rule and make sure to not use your Quirk to go against his orders." At the mention of Aizawa's name, the door to her left opened up, revealing the man himself as he strode over to her, keys in hand.

As if not knowing the microphone was still turned on, the voice then spoke to someone else. "Mr and Mrs Kurayami, would you like to speak to her before her leave?" She could hear murmurs and the faint sound of a 'no' from the speakers.

Her heart sunk, her own parents didn't even want to speak to her. Not even a word before she had to leave with Aizawa for three years. Speaking of the Pro Hero, Shiro heard him give a light scoff from hearing her parents decline the offer.

"Some parents you have, huh kid..." He muttered, unlocking the cuffs that restricted her hands, then leading her to the door that he had come from, the guards eyeing her as she walked out.

Even though they weren't the best of parents, Shiro still cared for them. And the fact that they didn't return that care, she had never felt so hurt. Not even a goodbye -or even a glance.

As Aizawa led themselves through the building, the unnerving silence of the halls only made her feel more depressed and lonely, even with the man walking next to her, she didn't know him enough to confide in him.

But part of her wanted to ask. "Did... Did they already hold it?" Shiro's head was down, she didn't want to let him see the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Aizawa hummed in question, what was she saying? Hold what?

"My-" She tried to choke back a sob. "-My brother's..."

Then her words clicked in his head, her brother's funeral. Aizawa looked down at the girl walking beside him, watching as she tried not to break down again, and he felt sympathy for her.

She was a victim, Aizawa had seen the street surveillance cameras near the incident, had watched how she was being edged by those two kids, saw how they threatened to get her brother as well, and how Shiro had went out of control from them hurting her brother.

It wasn't murderous intent, it was defense.

Yet the government couldn't see that, all they noticed was someone misusing their abilities and being a potential threat to them and their political power.

"It was held yesterday." He said, having been at the funeral himself.

Shiro was really going through a tough time for someone her age. Aizawa, even though was a man who didn't really have the best of childhoods either, knew that much.

The both of them remained silent throughout the rest of the journey to the place Aizawa lived. By that time, it was already night and he had given her the spare room he never really used.

-x- TOCK -x-

For someone who had lived in a big house, eaten good food, and never really had to do much of chores, it was somewhat different to how Shiro had to live now that she was staying with Aizawa.

His house wasn't large, and he barely had food in his own refrigerator. The walls were painted grey, and the windows were shut with curtains.

Quite the cheery atmosphere he had here.

Shiro sat by the foot of the barren bed of her newly assigned room, the curtains drawn and sunlight piercing through, showing just how dusty the whole place was.

Glancing around the empty space of the room, she could see the unused desk, closet, and a closed door to what she presumed to be a joined bathroom.

Then there was the yet unopened suitcase of her's, sent over with all of her clothes and belongings by probably her parents.

She sucked in a breath, the thought of her parents sent pain through her. Closing her eyes shut, Shiro tried to not think of the two of them.

"Hey, morning kid." The door to her room swung open, Aizawa holding onto the knob as he peered into the room, distaste in his eyes as he eyed the dust around.

"Man I gotta clean this place up soon..." He muttered, glancing at Shiro who still had her eyes closed, taking steady breaths.

"Hey kid." He called, waiting for her to snap out of it, sighing as he watched her finally open her eyes, her focus landing on him in question.

"Get ready, we're going out." Was all he said, turning and shutting the door, Shiro only blinking, then getting up in silence.

Stepping out of Aizawa's car and seeing a large mall in front of her was not what she was expecting when she agreed to go out with him. He didn't seem like a person to go to malls in the first place.

"Come on." Gesturing Shiro to follow him, Aizawa led the way to wherever part of the massive building they were headed.

They went up escalators and passed loads of shops, until he stopped right in front of a little quaint floral store. Plants and flowers all potted and displayed all around the place, along with a few other gardening decor that were on shelves.

Shiro was confused, why were they at a florist?

Stepping into the store along with Aizawa, the scents of flowers hit her almost instantly, it was overwhelmingly nauseating and it made her want to puke.

"Oh, Shota! What a surprise to see you here!" A frail female voice cheered, a woman rushing from the counter and over to Aizawa who only huffed.

"Well yeah. Not that I needed to come here most of the time..." He grumbled, the plump cheery woman giving a laugh at his words. "Do you have the order I placed?"

"Of course! Let me just go get it from the back." The woman smiled, rushing off behind the counter and through a door.

"Here you go! A bouquet of lilies." In her hands was a bouquet wrapped with a white ribbon, the flowers all tied neatly together as she gave it to Aizawa.

"Thanks." He said, digging in his pockets for the right amount of payment for the flowers, handing it to the lady who only nodded and smiled, stealing a glance at Shiro who continued to look around her small store.

Her eyes softened upon seeing the girl, then looking back to Aizawa who already started to walk to her, tapping her shoulder then leaving out the store's doors.

"Oh, Shota. Still the same softie from high school."

-x- TICK -x-

It was silent, no wind, no rustle of leaves, not even squeaks from animals in the trees. It was all quiet.

Aizawa stood behind Shiro, who didn't speak a thing after reaching to their second destination.

All she's done within the past minute was stare at the engraved tombstone in front of her. The tombstone that held her brother's name.

"Why did you bring me here?" Her words were shaky, her voice as if about to break if she spoke more, he could see the fists clenched tightly be her sides.

"You missed your own brother's funeral, and you cried the whole night yesterday." Aizawa looked away, not wanting to see more of the tears that came from her eyes. "The least I could do was bring you here to give a proper goodbye."

With that, he knelt down, lifting her clenched fists and opening them, then placing the bouquet of lilies from before into them.

It was painful, to watch her take deep breaths just to stop the sobs, to watch her turn to the tombstone with shaking hands, to watch her place the bouquet on it, to watch as she tried to stop even more tears from falling.

He could almost feel her heartbreak, her loss.

Even as she cried, Aizawa just didn't expect her to embrace him, to just cry into his now soaked shirt.

He froze in place without knowing what to do, but slowly he lowered his hands to embrace Shiro back, who seemed to tighten her own.

Shiro didn't know why she had so openly hugged and cried into the chest of a man she only just met. Though there was something that she knew, she was grateful to him.

She could feel her own tears wetting the front of his shirt, yet he didn't say anything, only embracing her and comforting her.

Having never had a loving parental figure, Shiro hadn't a clue on how real familial love felt. But Aizawa, the man whom took her in, was the closest to one as she can get.

-x- TOCK -x-

Shiro could feel her irritation just by looking down at the man that lay on the floor in his sleeping bag. That cursed yellow bag that cocooned the man she called her guardian.

"Get the fuck up, you caterpillar." She kicked the side of the bag, a grunt coming from the Aizawa, who only opened an eye before closing it again, turning his back to her.

"Shut up, and watch your language." He groaned out, ignoring the continuous kicking that Shiro only did after he said that.

"You have work to go to, or did you forget you have a job." Forcefully pushing the bag, she unzipped the sleeping bag and pulled on the arm of Aizawa who groaned, feeling his own body being pulled up from her.

"I have a day off today, or else how am I supposed to take you to the airport."

Shiro dropped his arm, making him fall back to the floor with a thud. "What airport?"

"You've been staying with me for a year and half now. It's time you go to someone you personally know." Rubbing the back of his head, Aizawa got up from the floor, now walking to the kitchen fridge, pulling a pack of juice from it.

"I never heard of this?" She couldn't believe it, she was being sent away after finally getting used to his bullshit. And it isn't even some place in Japan, she had to take a plane there!

"Didn't I tell you? I must've forgot." Shrugging, he sipped from the straw of his juice pack. He walked pass her befuddled person and towards his sleeping bag, pulled it up, then folded it neatly before throwing it somewhere.

"Then at least tell me where I'm going now."

"Berlin, Germany. That's where you're headed." Aizawa took one last sip from the pack before throwing it away, now looking directly at Shiro who gaped.

Germany? Why would he suddenly decide on sending her away to somewhere in Europe? Wasn't she supposed to spend her three years of house arrest with Aizawa and not away from him? Who could be in Europe that even he put trust in taking on the rest of her trial-

"That's where Athena Dreyar lives, doesn't she?" No way. How did he even know Athena? Shiro blinked, not knowing what to respond at the revelation that she was going to see her practically sister-figure.

She was pretty sure both Athena and Aizawa had somehow discussed about this before. After all, not many of the Pro Heroes in Japan knew about other foreign hero leagues.

"Well? Aren't you gonna pack up your shit?" Snapping out from her shock, she blinked at Aizawa, before nodding and rushing off into her room.

Following her movements, Aizawa only sighed once the door closed shut.

-x- TICK -x-

Shiro never thought she'd be able to go out of Aizawa's house until after her trial ended, but here she was, about to board a plane to Germany.

"Well kid, this is it." It was almost time for her to leave, she could see the plane coming to a stop at the bay, lining up. Aizawa was next to her, watching the same thing.

"Yeah, I finally don't have to deal with your bullshit." She laughed, hearing the scoff coming from him.

"That's my line." Turning her head to look at the man that she'd been living with, she could only watch as he held the smallest of smiles on his face. "I'll be here to get you when you enroll into U.A. , so you better get some training in."

A smile made its way onto her own face. Yeah that's right, she'll come back for high school. When her trial ends, she can live normally again.

And maybe someday, Shiro might meet Bakugo again. When that time comes, she'll apologise for leaving him.

She just hopes his big head hasn't gotten bigger. God knows how much of an ego he has now.

"Yeah. For a complete asshole, you weren't all that bad. Even if all you did was sleep in a sleeping bag. Do you ever wash that thing?"

"Shut up. Says the one that doesn't even know how to use a washing machine."

"If I wasn't there, that washing machine wouldn't even be used. And you'd still be ordering takeout every night."

"I'd rather order takeout than eat that burnt piece of shit you call cooking."

"Hey, my cooking's delicious. Even Gordon Ramsay would agree."

"Gordon Ramsay wouldn't say it even if his nails were being pulled off."

Just as Shiro was about to retort back, the broadcast cut her off. And that was her plane.

Staring up at Aizawa, she snorted. "Guess it's time for me to go."

"Well I guess so."

"Meow."

"What the fuck." Was she hearing things or did she just hear a 'meow' coming from Aizawa's scarf?

"Oh right." Having just remembered, he loosened the scarf around his neck, revealing what seems to be a black kitten. "Here."

"Why do you have a cat? In your scarf at that?" She asked, staring at disbelief at the small thing purring in his arms.

"This cat was there when the incident happened. It got hit by a wave of your Quirk, but the authorities didn't see it." She watched as Aizawa ran his fingers down its fur. "So I took him in first."

"My Quirk?" It was a miracle that this little cat was even alive.

"Yeah, it's possible he's obtained some kind of version of your Quirk after the hit. But I haven't seen it yet."

"Here." Placing the cat into her arms, Aizawa went back to readjusting the scarf around his neck.

"Since he has a Quirk related to yours, you'll be responsible for looking after him now." She looked from the cat to Aizawa, who noticed the confused look she was giving him.

"You'll be fine. Don't worry about it, kid. You should have more of a connection to him." Having another of his weird smiles on his face, Aizawa placed a hand on her head.

"Now go before you're late." Flicking her forehead, he pushed her forward to where she was supposed to go.

Shiro looked back to where he stood, she watched as he continued to smile back at her like that. It was unsettling.

"Ah, fuck it." Placing the kitten on top of her luggage, she went and turned back, embracing him for one more time. "See 'ya soon, Shota."

Aizawa stared down at the girl, chuckling before hugging her back. "Yeah, you too kid."

-x- One & a Half Years Later -x-

"God this place got bigger." Shiro was impressed at how much different it was after her leave to Europe. This place was completely renovated.

"Meow." A purring came from within her backpack, herself unzipping it only to have a black cat pop it's head out.

"Sorry for not letting you out sooner, Keii." Scratching the back of the cat's ears, she gave a small smile to it.

Looking around the newly styled airport, she hummed to herself in question. "Now where is that pick-up entrance..."

"You've gotten taller, kid." The voice of a man came to her attention, herself turning around to spot the man himself.

Shaggy unkept hair, dark eyebags, and that all too familiar scarf around his neck.

"And you look more dead." She laughed,  tugging her luggage along, standing before Aizawa

"We gotta move it. 'Cause of your plane delay we're gonna be late." Glancing at the giant clock by the center of the giant airport, Aizawa turned to walk, herself following.

"Late for what?" She asked, trying to keep up with his fast pace without tripping over her own luggage.

"Don't you remember? You're enrolling to U.A. today."

======To Be Continued======
Holy shit I'm a complete asshole
I can't believe I put this off for so long
I am a terrible author like wtf
I seriously need to keep being active on wattpad
Or else I might just put this off for too long
It's been like what almost 5 months of me not updating

Like I don't even deserve forgiveness for this
I'm so so sorry about leaving you guys.

I hate myself
I'll be pushing myself to write as much as I can
And hope to be able to post the 57th chapter within this week

-Kuno HikaYashi
8th November 2019 (Unedited)