The 9 Millimeter Kiss - Chapter 17: Chapter 17
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"...16, 17, 18." the detective counted. "Other than those other two, everyone else seems unharmed."
"For now, we'll send them back to class. We won't be questioning them right away, right?"
"Detective, what about Satori-kun? And Aizawa-sensei?" Asui asked
"Severe head trauma. Broken nose, a strained and now swollen ankle. Two broken ribs partially punctured his lungs, probably happened while he attended Aizawa-san. Lucky, it didn't happen sooner or he would have suffocated in his own blood. He did happen to inhale a large amount of smoke, his lungs swelled up and he probably passed out from lack of oxygen. It'll take time before he can get his lungs healthy again. Other than that he should make a quick recovery."
"As for Aizawa-san, Comminuted fractures in both arms and a facial fracture. Fortunately, there does not seem to be any serious brain damage. However, his orbital floor has broken into small pieces, and his eyes may suffer from its aftereffects."
"That's what he said." the detective told the class as he relied on the information about the two who were in critical condition.
"I shouldn't have taken his mask. It was probably the only thing that could have prevented that." Ojiro covered his face in shame and guilt.
"It's not your fault, the guy probably knew what he was doing." Kirishima comforted.
"I should have realized it then!" Ojiro continued beating himself up for his poor observation skills.
"What about Thirteen?" Ashido asked.
"Thirteen has been treated. The laceration from the back to upper arm was bad, but will survive." a small sigh of relief left their bodies.
"All Might will also survive. Recovery Girl's healing is enough to treat him, so he's in the nurse's office."
"What about Deku/Midoriya-kun?!" Uraraka and Iida shouted.
"Oh, treatment in the nurse's office is enough for him, too." the detective reassured them.
"Where is he?!" a voice boomed through the hospital's emergency room.
"Sir, if you could plea--"
"Where is that stupid whore!"
"Sir, if you could just--"
"I-I'm right here!" a brave voice escaped a small 7 year old Yuki.
The man let out a scoff before walking towards him.
Yuki was harshly grabbed from behind his shirt and dragged away.
"So this is where you've been hiding?" the man smiled down sickly at Yuki, who's eyes only widened in fear.
"I-I was j-just volunteering, s-sir." Yuki tried to explain.
"Excuse me sir! If you could please release the child." a nurse, she was one of the few new nurses the hospital had, approached the pair.
"Don't tell me what to do with him!" the man snapped.
"Your job is to look pretty and fix up everyone else whose bodies are shit!"
"Sir, I apologize if the Yuki-kun has been getting home late--"
Yuki's face went pale, his head began to shake telling her to stop. The nurse just missed it.
"--but what he's been offering his serves by helping out here. We were short on on staff a while ago and with the new recr--"
The man only seemed to tighten his grip on Yuki's worn out shirt. Cold numbness began to expand throughout his body. Legs shaking and hands clammy.
"So he was 'offering his serves'?" The man pulled Yuki up, forcing him to look at the man in the eye.
"Is that what you were doing? Offering your serves?" the look on Yuki couldn't have been more clear to the people around them at the time.
He was in trouble.
"Sir--"
"He won't be coming along these hospitals anymore!" the man snapped back up at the nurses.
"The boy's got school work to finish and chores to do! If you can't even fix a person without a child's quirk you should all just quit!"
Were the man's final words before Yuki was dragged off with the palest looking face the hospital's staff had ever seen him in the short few months he was there.
They didn't see him for a year and a half at most. That is until he was rushed into the hospital by paramedics.
The then 7 year old boy was so thin, pale, bruised, and bleeding from god knows where.
Yuki had tried to make it as obvious as possible. He didn't want to outright ask for help because he didn't know if they were just going to send him to another home, no. He wanted them to ask questions any time they saw a bruise or a cut.
He just guessed he hadn't been obvious enough. At least until then.
The faint beeping of the heart rate machine along with the every now and then the sound pump of the oxygen mask was what slowly woke him up.
He stared up at the white ceiling. The faint smell of antiseptic finally registering. His head was hurting--
Head trauma.
He tried to turn his head but everything felt sore.
"You're awake." a nurse smiled his way. He couldn't see her but he did hear her approach him.
"You've been out for around a day and a half." she explained.
"W-what was broken?" His voice was raspy.
"Let me get you some water first."
After explaining his situation she began to inform him of his treatments, which was mostly healed by the recovery girl, and the visitors.
Yuki needed to talk with the detective before he could leave the hospital which irked Yuki. He was fine. Well, he was good enough to be sent home.
It felt like ages to him to answer everything they asked him. If anything this only led him to believe they hadn't questioned all the students.
To say Yuki was finally glad to be home was an understatement. He had been informed he was on the verge of going into a coma and was lucky he woke up after a day and a half.
The school had apparently cancelled school the day after the USJ attack and had been notified Aizawa was alive and healing but also he had returned back to school sooner than doctors or any sane person would have liked.
Honestly he was kind of scared to see the class again. Nurses told him he had visitors during the time he was out. Yuki could only imagine the distressed look on their faces when they saw him bandaged and hooked up to machines (mostly to alert them in case his body went into some sort of shock.)
During the short time he had from being discharged to going to school again, Yuki hadn't realized just how messy the house he was in was.
"When was the last time I did laun-- Holy shit I though I lost this pair!" Yuki smiled down at one of the few fuzzy socks he owned.
"I really need to set reminders for chores." Yuki whispered to himself after looking down at his sink with dishes he remembered using two weeks ago.
As Yuki cleaned he made sure to turn on the television. It turns out all the news could think about was the USJ attack. And then a thought crossed his mind.
"They're only calling us brave future heroes. Why?"
Yuki frowned deep in thought.
That was until there was a knock on his door. "Oh! Food~"
As it turned out it took him an hour to wash dishes, five different loads of laundry, two to three hours to properly clean the rest of the place, and another five to organize his study desk and place back the textbooks that were everywhere back onto the bookcases.
There were a few instances where he needed to catch his breath since his lungs were being a little bitch. But he was fine other than that. He needed to do some kind of activity to get the jitters out of him. His body wouldn't stop shaking after he woke up and his anxiety wasn't making it better with reminders of his past resurfacing.
He managed to get 15 hours worth of listening to his playlist. Not bad for making it half way.
Yuki only ever listened to the playlist for all nighters, cleaning and mostly to fill the house with sounds in an attempt to calm his jittering body.
Yuki couldn't sleep. He was set to go back in--
"9 hours"
*sigh*
He thought of who else would have been injured. He wondered if Ojiro was okay. The nastly smoke from that fire hell dome did quite a number on his lungs--
"What's it like for pyro-quirks then? Would their lung react only to forien fire? What if they were surrounded by their own fire and smoke? How severely would it affect--"
Yuki kicked off his blanket and ran into the living room where his desk was.
He had spent cleaning and organizing his desk close to two hours only for it to be littered with research papers, notes, papers only filled with questions, and textbooks of the human body.
I'm going to regret this...
And indeed he did.
Yuki only realized just how many hours had passed as he heard the morning birds chirp and the early morning light glaze softly over the night sky.
I can't believe Aizawa was able to go back the next day. He was too beat up for the recovery girl to heal everything, that's for sure. If he was another self-destructing bastard I'm gonna need to pick a fight with him too.
Yes. Yuki was amazed at just how determined his homeroom teacher was to get back to teaching but come one. Take advantage of a couple days off SIR! It made Yuki look bad in comparison to someone who wasn't as badly beat up.
But NoooOOOoOOoOOOo he'd somehow gotten even more internally fucked up with his head trauma along with his stupid lungs.
"Can you blame me? I fought 10 grown ass adults and then had to heal him and resurrect him. That's a lot for a teen, don't you think?" Yuki asked himself as he brushed his teeth, getting ready for the day.
His body had healed without much complications besides his lungs. They would need to take the natural course of self healing. Yuki estimated around a week before his body was back in shape.
During the short time he had from being discharged to going to school again, Yuki hadn't realized just how messy the house he was in was.
Yuki didn't feel like getting attacked all at once so he had decided to go to school earlier than he usually did. Or the others for that matter.
Sliding the doors open, Yuki expected to see an empty classroom.
However--
"Are you always here this early?" Yuki asked as his calm grey eyes met annoyed red.
"What's it to you?" Bakugo replied.
"Nothing really, just curious." Yuki shrugged, closing the door and walking to his desk.
Bakugo grunted which caught Yuki's attention.
"Yes?"
"Are you healed and all that shit?" the blonde gruffly asked.
Yuki blinked at him trying to hide his surprise, "Y-yes. Doctors say my lungs will take a while before they're back to normal, so no extreme workouts. I give it a week at most though." Yuki replied, sighing as he leaned over his desk in exhaustion.
Bakugo hummed in reply.
Wanting to keep the conversation going Yuki asked, "Anything important I missed yesterday? I only woke up from my small coma last night."
"You sleep a shit ton."
Yuki smiled in response.
"The Sports festival is coming up--"
"I thought they'd cancel it or at the very least push it back a--"
"Do you want to know what you missed or not?!" Bakugo snapped.
Yuki held his hands up in surrender, "Yes, sir."
"We'll have two weeks to individually train before it starts." Bakugo continued. "We'll have access to the school gym, field and pool to help us train."
Yuki groaned as he hit his forehead on the table, "I'm basically out of commission for this kind of stuff~"
"We're also welcomed to train with others as well if we like but--"
"EH~ Are you asking if you want me to train with you?" Yuki smirked supporting his head with his right arm.
"LIKE HELL I AM!!"
"Aw~ don't be embarrassed. No one is around." Yuki waved him off.
"I'm not, you fuck!"
Yuki went into a full blown laughing attack.
"R-relax! I'm just mess-s-ing with ya!" Yuki smiled trying his hardest to not start coughing.
Ears burning hot, Bakugo continued "Tch, Whatever."
Bakugo then proceeded to inform him of the things he's missed during their other classes. Only then did he wish he'd woken up sooner. He felt as though he was already a week behind school and after pulling an all nighter it wasn't likely he could properly catch up that night.
"I should have just applied for medical school instead. Stupid Nezu." Yuki whined after Bakugo finished his rant of the previous day.
"If you know enough to go to med school why the hell are you complaining?!" Bakugo asked, irritated.
Yuki frowned. "Because in med school I don't need to know jack shit about Art history or Literature. No offence to the teachers."
Yuki then smirked. "Plus I placed second in the hero department."
Bakugo returned the smirk, "I came in first."
Yuki gave him a blank look, "Tch, what a fucking nerd."
"WHAT DID YA SAY!?!?"
"Oh! Satori is back guys!"
"Yo!"
"DON'T IGNORE ME!!"
"For now, we'll send them back to class. We won't be questioning them right away, right?"
"Detective, what about Satori-kun? And Aizawa-sensei?" Asui asked
"Severe head trauma. Broken nose, a strained and now swollen ankle. Two broken ribs partially punctured his lungs, probably happened while he attended Aizawa-san. Lucky, it didn't happen sooner or he would have suffocated in his own blood. He did happen to inhale a large amount of smoke, his lungs swelled up and he probably passed out from lack of oxygen. It'll take time before he can get his lungs healthy again. Other than that he should make a quick recovery."
"As for Aizawa-san, Comminuted fractures in both arms and a facial fracture. Fortunately, there does not seem to be any serious brain damage. However, his orbital floor has broken into small pieces, and his eyes may suffer from its aftereffects."
"That's what he said." the detective told the class as he relied on the information about the two who were in critical condition.
"I shouldn't have taken his mask. It was probably the only thing that could have prevented that." Ojiro covered his face in shame and guilt.
"It's not your fault, the guy probably knew what he was doing." Kirishima comforted.
"I should have realized it then!" Ojiro continued beating himself up for his poor observation skills.
"What about Thirteen?" Ashido asked.
"Thirteen has been treated. The laceration from the back to upper arm was bad, but will survive." a small sigh of relief left their bodies.
"All Might will also survive. Recovery Girl's healing is enough to treat him, so he's in the nurse's office."
"What about Deku/Midoriya-kun?!" Uraraka and Iida shouted.
"Oh, treatment in the nurse's office is enough for him, too." the detective reassured them.
"Where is he?!" a voice boomed through the hospital's emergency room.
"Sir, if you could plea--"
"Where is that stupid whore!"
"Sir, if you could just--"
"I-I'm right here!" a brave voice escaped a small 7 year old Yuki.
The man let out a scoff before walking towards him.
Yuki was harshly grabbed from behind his shirt and dragged away.
"So this is where you've been hiding?" the man smiled down sickly at Yuki, who's eyes only widened in fear.
"I-I was j-just volunteering, s-sir." Yuki tried to explain.
"Excuse me sir! If you could please release the child." a nurse, she was one of the few new nurses the hospital had, approached the pair.
"Don't tell me what to do with him!" the man snapped.
"Your job is to look pretty and fix up everyone else whose bodies are shit!"
"Sir, I apologize if the Yuki-kun has been getting home late--"
Yuki's face went pale, his head began to shake telling her to stop. The nurse just missed it.
"--but what he's been offering his serves by helping out here. We were short on on staff a while ago and with the new recr--"
The man only seemed to tighten his grip on Yuki's worn out shirt. Cold numbness began to expand throughout his body. Legs shaking and hands clammy.
"So he was 'offering his serves'?" The man pulled Yuki up, forcing him to look at the man in the eye.
"Is that what you were doing? Offering your serves?" the look on Yuki couldn't have been more clear to the people around them at the time.
He was in trouble.
"Sir--"
"He won't be coming along these hospitals anymore!" the man snapped back up at the nurses.
"The boy's got school work to finish and chores to do! If you can't even fix a person without a child's quirk you should all just quit!"
Were the man's final words before Yuki was dragged off with the palest looking face the hospital's staff had ever seen him in the short few months he was there.
They didn't see him for a year and a half at most. That is until he was rushed into the hospital by paramedics.
The then 7 year old boy was so thin, pale, bruised, and bleeding from god knows where.
Yuki had tried to make it as obvious as possible. He didn't want to outright ask for help because he didn't know if they were just going to send him to another home, no. He wanted them to ask questions any time they saw a bruise or a cut.
He just guessed he hadn't been obvious enough. At least until then.
The faint beeping of the heart rate machine along with the every now and then the sound pump of the oxygen mask was what slowly woke him up.
He stared up at the white ceiling. The faint smell of antiseptic finally registering. His head was hurting--
Head trauma.
He tried to turn his head but everything felt sore.
"You're awake." a nurse smiled his way. He couldn't see her but he did hear her approach him.
"You've been out for around a day and a half." she explained.
"W-what was broken?" His voice was raspy.
"Let me get you some water first."
After explaining his situation she began to inform him of his treatments, which was mostly healed by the recovery girl, and the visitors.
Yuki needed to talk with the detective before he could leave the hospital which irked Yuki. He was fine. Well, he was good enough to be sent home.
It felt like ages to him to answer everything they asked him. If anything this only led him to believe they hadn't questioned all the students.
To say Yuki was finally glad to be home was an understatement. He had been informed he was on the verge of going into a coma and was lucky he woke up after a day and a half.
The school had apparently cancelled school the day after the USJ attack and had been notified Aizawa was alive and healing but also he had returned back to school sooner than doctors or any sane person would have liked.
Honestly he was kind of scared to see the class again. Nurses told him he had visitors during the time he was out. Yuki could only imagine the distressed look on their faces when they saw him bandaged and hooked up to machines (mostly to alert them in case his body went into some sort of shock.)
During the short time he had from being discharged to going to school again, Yuki hadn't realized just how messy the house he was in was.
"When was the last time I did laun-- Holy shit I though I lost this pair!" Yuki smiled down at one of the few fuzzy socks he owned.
"I really need to set reminders for chores." Yuki whispered to himself after looking down at his sink with dishes he remembered using two weeks ago.
As Yuki cleaned he made sure to turn on the television. It turns out all the news could think about was the USJ attack. And then a thought crossed his mind.
"They're only calling us brave future heroes. Why?"
Yuki frowned deep in thought.
That was until there was a knock on his door. "Oh! Food~"
As it turned out it took him an hour to wash dishes, five different loads of laundry, two to three hours to properly clean the rest of the place, and another five to organize his study desk and place back the textbooks that were everywhere back onto the bookcases.
There were a few instances where he needed to catch his breath since his lungs were being a little bitch. But he was fine other than that. He needed to do some kind of activity to get the jitters out of him. His body wouldn't stop shaking after he woke up and his anxiety wasn't making it better with reminders of his past resurfacing.
He managed to get 15 hours worth of listening to his playlist. Not bad for making it half way.
Yuki only ever listened to the playlist for all nighters, cleaning and mostly to fill the house with sounds in an attempt to calm his jittering body.
Yuki couldn't sleep. He was set to go back in--
"9 hours"
*sigh*
He thought of who else would have been injured. He wondered if Ojiro was okay. The nastly smoke from that fire hell dome did quite a number on his lungs--
"What's it like for pyro-quirks then? Would their lung react only to forien fire? What if they were surrounded by their own fire and smoke? How severely would it affect--"
Yuki kicked off his blanket and ran into the living room where his desk was.
He had spent cleaning and organizing his desk close to two hours only for it to be littered with research papers, notes, papers only filled with questions, and textbooks of the human body.
I'm going to regret this...
And indeed he did.
Yuki only realized just how many hours had passed as he heard the morning birds chirp and the early morning light glaze softly over the night sky.
I can't believe Aizawa was able to go back the next day. He was too beat up for the recovery girl to heal everything, that's for sure. If he was another self-destructing bastard I'm gonna need to pick a fight with him too.
Yes. Yuki was amazed at just how determined his homeroom teacher was to get back to teaching but come one. Take advantage of a couple days off SIR! It made Yuki look bad in comparison to someone who wasn't as badly beat up.
But NoooOOOoOOoOOOo he'd somehow gotten even more internally fucked up with his head trauma along with his stupid lungs.
"Can you blame me? I fought 10 grown ass adults and then had to heal him and resurrect him. That's a lot for a teen, don't you think?" Yuki asked himself as he brushed his teeth, getting ready for the day.
His body had healed without much complications besides his lungs. They would need to take the natural course of self healing. Yuki estimated around a week before his body was back in shape.
During the short time he had from being discharged to going to school again, Yuki hadn't realized just how messy the house he was in was.
Yuki didn't feel like getting attacked all at once so he had decided to go to school earlier than he usually did. Or the others for that matter.
Sliding the doors open, Yuki expected to see an empty classroom.
However--
"Are you always here this early?" Yuki asked as his calm grey eyes met annoyed red.
"What's it to you?" Bakugo replied.
"Nothing really, just curious." Yuki shrugged, closing the door and walking to his desk.
Bakugo grunted which caught Yuki's attention.
"Yes?"
"Are you healed and all that shit?" the blonde gruffly asked.
Yuki blinked at him trying to hide his surprise, "Y-yes. Doctors say my lungs will take a while before they're back to normal, so no extreme workouts. I give it a week at most though." Yuki replied, sighing as he leaned over his desk in exhaustion.
Bakugo hummed in reply.
Wanting to keep the conversation going Yuki asked, "Anything important I missed yesterday? I only woke up from my small coma last night."
"You sleep a shit ton."
Yuki smiled in response.
"The Sports festival is coming up--"
"I thought they'd cancel it or at the very least push it back a--"
"Do you want to know what you missed or not?!" Bakugo snapped.
Yuki held his hands up in surrender, "Yes, sir."
"We'll have two weeks to individually train before it starts." Bakugo continued. "We'll have access to the school gym, field and pool to help us train."
Yuki groaned as he hit his forehead on the table, "I'm basically out of commission for this kind of stuff~"
"We're also welcomed to train with others as well if we like but--"
"EH~ Are you asking if you want me to train with you?" Yuki smirked supporting his head with his right arm.
"LIKE HELL I AM!!"
"Aw~ don't be embarrassed. No one is around." Yuki waved him off.
"I'm not, you fuck!"
Yuki went into a full blown laughing attack.
"R-relax! I'm just mess-s-ing with ya!" Yuki smiled trying his hardest to not start coughing.
Ears burning hot, Bakugo continued "Tch, Whatever."
Bakugo then proceeded to inform him of the things he's missed during their other classes. Only then did he wish he'd woken up sooner. He felt as though he was already a week behind school and after pulling an all nighter it wasn't likely he could properly catch up that night.
"I should have just applied for medical school instead. Stupid Nezu." Yuki whined after Bakugo finished his rant of the previous day.
"If you know enough to go to med school why the hell are you complaining?!" Bakugo asked, irritated.
Yuki frowned. "Because in med school I don't need to know jack shit about Art history or Literature. No offence to the teachers."
Yuki then smirked. "Plus I placed second in the hero department."
Bakugo returned the smirk, "I came in first."
Yuki gave him a blank look, "Tch, what a fucking nerd."
"WHAT DID YA SAY!?!?"
"Oh! Satori is back guys!"
"Yo!"
"DON'T IGNORE ME!!"
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