Who knew that under one year, you would have experienced so much. Who knew that you would have changed so much, in under just one year.
The training routine that Akane had gotten you into was quite violent. You had multiple exercises, ranging from minimum movement to maximum movement. It was painful and hard as well as traumatic for you.
At your age, 4 years old, most kids would have just manifested their quirk, not even knowing how to activate or use it. Yet here you were being pushed to your limit, forced to do certain things in fear of being hurt or punished.
Even with the training, they were yet to know the limits of your quirks and any other aspects of it.
Your transformation quirk did not make much sense. It gave you the ability to possess animal-like features ( they were yet to distinguish what type of animal) which were your new rather pointed cat or dog ears, a long furred tail and a pair of (y/h/c) wings. As they had learned through training, you also possess retractable claws.
They had more training routines for you planned just to see if this part of your quirk gave you abilities to turn into something.
Your emitter quirk was something they wanted to unravel more, wanting to see what else you could do besides destroy things from afar. As for now, they found out you could move objects without touching them, like telekinesis. They wanted to know just to what extent can your emitter quirk reach. Just how much and how far could you control and destroy things.
This was the aspect that they thought didn't make sense. It made them more curious to the point they'd put you in a room and scare you just to see how your emitter quirk would react; how much damage could be done.
They found it amazing to say the least.
So much power in just a little girl.
They placed you in all sorts of experiments. They examined you as much as they could, strapping you to a metal table and injecting different types of liquids into your system.
You weren't the only one who went through this, but it seemed that you were the most exploited among all, not to mention most isolated.
If you weren't so young, maybe you would have known that none of this was normal. If you only knew that you weren't supposed to live that way, maybe you would have released that quirk of yours, letting go and rampaging. If you knew that what they were doing to you was wrong and unethical, maybe you wouldn't have suppressed the power you had.
You thought this was normal, it was the only thing you knew. You grew up to this. You grew up in this painful traumatic confusion.
You grew up sadly obeying their order, listening to them and doing whatever they asked you to. You grew up learning that resistance caused pain and if you were to hurt them, there would be punishment.
You grew up obeying every command like some trained dog, attacking when told to do so.
With how small you were and frail looking, people would be surprised with how dirty your hands were now. They wouldn't be able to believe that you have already killed numerous, just because you were told to do so.
Of course you knew that it was wrong, at least you knew you were causing pain, but what else were you supposed to do? If you didn't comply they'd hurt you. They might end up beating you, just as you have witnessed other kids go through.
You didn't want that, so you did your best to comply. You did your best to do as they say, even if you overused your emitter quirk, resulting in your body heating up and (y/f/c) markings burned your skin.
"That will do for today." Akane sighed, watching as S.A.25 walked into the wrecked training room along with guards who will be bringing you and the boy to the clinic for clean up then straight to your room.
The boy or S.A.25 activated his quirk, eyes glowing a bright blue and hair floating up. He had learned how to nullify one's quirk without creating physical contact, but that had a shorter span compared to when he had physical contact. However, it was useful especially since you might end up activating your quirk before he could even get close enough to touch you.
With your quirk nullified, you two were brought to the clinic for check-up as you both just got back from training.
"S.A.25," said a nurse, looking at a clip board of said boy's information. "Age: 13, Quirk: Energy control which is to control one's own energy as well as others, has the ability to control and absorb energy nearby, also having the ability to solidify that energy or nullify it, resulting in an erasure of quirk." He read aloud, looking up from the clipboard to the boy. He gave a hum and quickly patched him up using his extra set of arms. "Limit to erasure depends on the amount of energy opponents have as well as the number of opponents, eats up his own energy. Limit to generating energy weapons depends on his amount of energy, this eats up more of his energy."
The boy winced at how tight the bandage was wrapped around one of his fresh wounds. The nurse then turned to you.
"Y.N.14," he looked at you this time, looking into your file and reading aloud what you were capable of doing. "Limits are still unknown." He mumbled to himself this time.
Looking up to look at you, you didn't have that many injuries, most were burn marks for over using the emitter quirk. You were mostly covered in blood.
The nurse sighed, cleaning you and getting you into your designated clean pair of clothes quickly. Once done he had dismissed the two of you and you were brought to your shared room.
"Another rough day?" S.A.25 asked you as you only nodded.
With the very little human contact you had and very few conversations with your roomie, you didn't know much words, nor did you know how to structure a sentence.
You knew very little words and most were just the commands they gave you. 'Attack', 'Eliminate', 'Kill', 'bad' and some other words you weren't sure the meaning was. You just familiarized it and somehow found meaning in it despite your lack of knowledge.
"They announced to me, along with some of the others, that they'd ve starting these 'classes' with us? I'm not actually sure what that means but I don't think I'll enjoy it." He was sure you didn't really understand what he said, but he just wanted to talk. You were the only person he could open up to, even if you didn't understand half of it.
You sat at the bottom bunk of the cold hard bunk beds. The pillows and blankets weren't helping with the cold air of the room, nor were they comfortable to use.
This was why you and the boy usually cuddled together for body heat. He was much taller than you.
"Let's just nap it out, yeah?" He asked you, looking at you with his steel eyes, seeing if you understood what he said.
The only thing you got was nap, which was a signal for you to sleep. You just nodded and he gave you a small smile as you both cuddled into each other in the bottom bunk, at least there, there was some sort of darkness.
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You weren't sure what they injected in you, but it made you (y/h/c) hair fade. It slowly started to lose its color, like it was losing its pigments.
Well, actually it was more on the stress that you went through. So much stress that your hair slowly started to turn white. The drugs just made it quicker.
You wondered if this was what you'll go through for the rest of your life. You wondered if you were going to have to live through this until you die, not if you decide to just end it all yourself.
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"You know about how I take seriously the confidentiality of my clients, Shigaraki." Akane sighed, looking at her insistent friend.
Said man had been bugging her about the child he had saw the other day. He was talking about you and how you managed to kill 4 elite villains under a minute. They just exploded right there, guts splattering everywhere. You didn't even move an inch. You just stood there, terrified.
"C'mon Akane..." Shigaraki dryly teased. He was interested in your power. He wanted to use you for certain other reasons that for whatever her 'clients' were using you for. "You know what we could do with the child."
"I know your intentions but-"
"You don't have to tell me who they are... I just want the kid. Give her to master and-"
"And if they find out that she suddenly turns quirkless, what will they say? Huh? That their pretty little doll just lost all her powers?"
Shigaraki knotted his brows. If you were that important to her clients, then what was with having the other kids? What were they for if you seemed to special to them?
"Wa-wait... if this brat is so special what are the other kids for?" He spoke out his thoughts and his friend just shook her head, refusing to answer. "What is this bullshit, huh? Getting kids, training them how to use their quirks, and now I heard they were gonna get classes... what is this some sort of training prog-" Shigaraki stopped himself, almost as if he had realized just what was happening. He looked at his friend with wide eyes, seeing if she could confirm what he was thinking was right.
She nodded.
Now it made sense. Now he understood why all those poor kids were trained to familiarize with their quirks. Trained to act quickly under pressure, to be able to get the job done without hesitation...
"You're clients... are they-"
"Yes." Akane hissed, regretting confirming his thought. Her clients were paying big money and resources for these kids to be trained. And with Shigaraki now knowing who they are, things were bound to get dirty.
"Akane, you do realize what we can do with this, right?"
"Yes, but even if we expose these people, where is our evidence, huh? They can pinit on us, Shig!" Akane said frustratingly. "If we try to take them down with this, nothing will come good for us, because all the evidence is in our hands- in my hands." She looked at him, she had the same idea long ago, but every time she thought of it, nothing good would come from it. "They can pin all this shit on us and I might as well burn in hell cause they've already seen my face."
There was a moment of tense silence, both of them in deep thought
"What if... we don't try to put this into public, but we change the training of the kids?" Shigaraki had a smile creeping up his dry lips. "What if we... manipulate them and get them to think... differently."
"You mean..."
"Yes... turn these brats into our very own soldiers... turn them against what they were originally supposed to be? Make them... hate society?"
At that moment, the entire program changed.
They now had a new intention.
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"Sir!" A sidekick called for her superior, dashing to his table with her tablet. "Sir, it's the third time this week." She showed the hero the screen, displaying a CCTV footage of a blue haired villain walking out of one of the yakuza organization's entrances. They had been monitoring certain yakuza organizations, and they had been keeping a close eye on this one, seeing as there had been League of Villains activity around it.
"Seems like it... the league of villains are starting to get active once more." The lanky hero hummed, his long fingers pushing up his glasses as he stared at the screen. "Alright, notify the heroes on this list that I would like to call on a meeting about this."
"Copy that, Sir Nighteye."