I forget how easily I get bored. You would think that I would remember this but nope. That's too easy.
After sitting there and waiting for a whole five minutes, I decide to just start doing my hacking homework. Simply put, I use this time to see what kind of systems are used here. You would think that the same systems are used, but that's not always the case. This is one of those cases. Like, I recognize the basics of it, but it's going to take a minute to figure out what it means and what I am actually hacking.
I should be waiting for Shouta and Nemuri to plant those bugs to make my life much easier, but they're taking too long. Besides, I like a challenge!
That's how I accidently hacked the government! Not like the fuckers will ever find out, but it happened.
Either way, that's what I did until Hizashi busts through the door with two bags of shit, "Izuku, I got the goods!"
I close out the program I was in and my laptop as well to look up at him, "Uh, you were only supposed to get some dye, a mask, and maybe some glasses."
Hizashi runs up to me and drops the bags beside me, "I did get that! However, I then remembered that your clothes tend to stand out a little bit so I got you some clothes from around here to fit in more!" He then proceeds to pull out some casual black pants and a white button up shirt, "How do you like this?"
"Uh, that's a bit dressy," I say because that ain't a lie. It could be worse, I guess.
"I see...well, don't worry! I got you plenty of options!"
Oh boy.
Since Hizashi is too worried about his future husband and Nemuri, he decides to distract us by showing me the clothes that he brought for me. I give him credit because these aren't terrible options. I would actually consider wearing them, so kudos for Hizashi there.
A question crosses my mind suddenly, "Zashi, where did you get the money to buy this?"
"Nezu! He has these credit cards that can be used anywhere without it being track to UA." He exclaims way too happily.
You know, it's stuff like this that really makes me concerned for the future. It makes me think that he plans to take over the world, and that the teachers (and me) that are part of his little circus are given mercy. To keep us from questioning what he is doing, he spoils us in ways like this while making sure that he can't get caught.
I'm not the only one seeing it, right? I could give not a single fuck about the villains at this point. Nezu is the real issue here.
Except I have no proof. Sigh. One day. One day, I will get that rat.
I don't bring these concerns to Hizashi, though. He's too innocent to be shown the harsh reality that is Nezu. I just let him continue his fashion demonstration while that lives with rent in my head.
It's almost an hour later until Shouta and Nemuri return looking exhausted. Shouta does not hesitate to go to the other bed and collapse across it while Nemuri takes a seat in the chair in the corner. All of this without any sort of conversation.
Ain't that a bit concerning?
"Uh, did something happen?" I question as Hizashi puts all the clothes away.
Nemuri nods, "I caught the sheriff on a video call with Flect Turn. I didn't hear the conversation since, as soon as I came in, he ended the call. I just saw him on the screen." What the fuck? I knew there was a possibility, but to get an answer to that question so soon? Damn it.
"And I planted the bugs so you should be able to get that record and whatever else," Shouta mumbles.
I instantly open my laptop and get to work, "Thanks. Did anything else happened?"
"A cop touched me," Nemuri shuddered, and I don't blame her. Fucking bitch ass fucker.
"Sorry about that. Once we get his name, I'll get him arrested for you."
Nemuri smiles tiredly at me, "Thanks, Izu. The whole operation was a success, and it could be have been worse. Way worse. Don't worry about us. We're just tired right now. Unlike you, we need sleep."
Hey, remember when I learned that they are all wanted? Well, I haven't dropped it on them that I know.
I think now is the perfect time.
"Except I am worried. You guys are wanted," I say without looking up. Yeah, I'm dropping it on them like that! I can do things without being a dramatic bitch, you know?! That's for after!
Hizashi starts coughing while Nemuri is completely quiet.
Shouta sighs out loud, "How long?"
"Oh, I've known since before Hizashi got here," I look up at Shouta, who is looking at me, and offer him a big innocent smile, "I just decided to drop it now!"
Shouta simply shakes his head, "We can manage it, Izuku. Unlike you, our faces aren't plastered on every news network."
"I know, but I still would have liked to know. Like, you tell me to rely on others, yet you ain't relying on me?"
"This is different. You're the most wanted person in the world while we are just wanted."
Nemuri intervenes, "At least we're all matching now!"
Hizashi raises his hand as he catches his breathe, "Nem, not the time."
"I'm just pointing at the facts," She points.
"I mean, she ain't wrong," I add before switching back to kinda serious mode, "I don't care if y'all are wanted because y'all are wanted. I care because I don't know how easy it will be for y'all to have this written off, and I rather nobody go to jail."
Shouta sits up to face me completely, "Izuku, nobody is going to jail. If somebody is going to jail, it's you-"
"I mean, wouldn't be the first time." Shouta glares at me for interrupting for a moment before settling down.
"However, we'll deal with that before you would get there. We just have to get through this,"
I huff, returning to my work, "I know. I just wish I didn't have to get through anything. All of this because I am fucking quirkless." I could literally be the worst person in the world, and I still wouldn't be accused of this shit. Yet, because somebody forgot to give me a quirk, here I am as an even worst person apparently.
"We all do, kid. Now, Zashi, come here."
Hizashi doesn't hesitate to join his man in the bed. I guess they are going to sleep. I look over to find Nemuri nearly knocked out in the chair. I quickly shove the clothing bags onto the floor and get up with my laptop.
I go over to Nemuri and shake her, "Go to bed. I'm gonna do some stalky stalky shit."
Nemuri opens her eyes and smirks with amusement, "Not going to sleep?"
"I slept the whole ride here, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Still weird to think about."
Nemuri doesn't offer another word after that. Instead, she gets up and ruffles my hair before going to sleep on the other bed.
Welp, time to get to work!
- - -
You know, if quirkless people were to put this sort of effort into other things, we could probably have actual rights by now.
But nope. Here we are, where these dumbasses are following this dumbass motherfucker's every move as if he's the only thing that matters in their life. I mean, it might be, but I rather not think about it.
Though, the good news is that only the sheriff seems to be under his control. It's not like the other cops are going to let the shit get away if he's right there...if they had that capability in the first place.
Still, that's the sheriff. The sheriff controls them, so who knows what he'll be made to do.
After I dig out what I could for evidence later on, I decide to go ahead and dye my hair. I guess I shouldn't be shocked that I would struggle with that since I have to keep my robot arm off during off-duty. Then, I have this dark-ass green, and I want it to go blond. Generally, that means I should bleach it, but I don't want to. It needs to be temporary. Thankfully, Hizashi had the foresight to get temporary and permanent. Temporary just means I have to layer it until it looks blond enough.
I will tell you that it doesn't feel nice. It's feels like wax. I hate it. I should have just asked for a wig and be done with it.
"Couldn't you wait another hour before doing something stupid?" Shouta suddenly asks from the bathroom door, and I spin around to face him. Why is he up already? Is he picking up on my shitty sleeping habits, or is it already morning?
Oh boy, time really is irrelevant for me.
"We both know I need to color my hair," I huff as I turn my attention back to the mirror, "What time is it?"
"Dawn," Shouta grumbles. He proceeds to come over and snatch the dye from me. Fucking bitch.
"Unless you're going to do it, give it back."
"I'm taking it until one of the idiots wake up so that they can help you."
"Then what am I supposed to do now?"
"Wait."
"Die."
Shouta rolls his eyes and leaves the bathroom with the dye at hand. Bastard.
God must have felt sorry for me finally because Hizashi wakes up not too long after. Once he sees the mess on my head, he does not hesitate to fix it.
It takes an hour, but I am now a blond like Hizashi! However, it turns out that my hair style is still obvious, so Hizashi starts working on that when Nemuri finally gets her ass out of bed. As soon as she sees what we are doing, she snatches some clips from him and starts pinning the front of my hair back. Originally, he was trying to uncurl it a bit and do some sidesweep or something like that, but Nemuri explains that, in her words,
"Izuku's hair is too much of a bitch for something like that unless we have hair gel."
Which we didn't have hair gel, and the wax color is just making it more difficult.
Instead, they pinned the front bits back and pulled the long parts in the back into a ponytail.
If I must be honest, I like it!
I grin as I pose in the bathroom mirror, "I think I rock this!"
Nemuri stands proud of her work, "I'm a little surprised, but I think you can rock a lot more than I think you can. Oh, stand next to Hizashi! I want to see how similar you two are now!" I follow her request only for her eyebrows to furrow, "Well, the height certainly hasn't change."
My jaw drops, "EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME, MA'AM- MAKJDFHGIKUAHDFOSH!" The stupid scarf is wrapped around my mouth, and I glare back at Shouta. He lets go with a huff.
"Unless you want us to get kicked out early, shush," Shouta snaps. He makes sure to look between Nemuri and I, so I am happy that I am not taking the complete blame. However, he takes a closer look at me, inspecting my appearance I'm guessing, "The hair is good, but Izuku's eyes are a giveaway. You brought glasses, right?" Shouta asks Hizashi. I would be offended, but he isn't wrong.
Hizashi quickly nods, going to his shopping bag and grabbing a pair before offering them to me. They are simple black-framed, so I can't really complain about much there. I put them on.
Shouta nods in approval. Eh, he knows shit about fashion, so I could give a fuck about his opinion.
Nemuri gasps, "Oh my gosh, Hizashi, bend down next to Izuku for a moment!" Hizashi bends down to my height, and she gets more excited to the point that she pulls out her phone and takes a picture, "Such cute brothers!"
"Let me see!" Hizashi requests as he straightens up.
Nemuri shows us the picture, and- damn, we actually do look pretty similar. Of course, there are some obvious differences such as different hair textures, eyes shapes, existing arm, and my freckles, but overall, most people would probably assume that we are brothers. Which is an honor, by the way.
"Welp, that works!" I announce with a grin, "Now that everybody is up, we can change, eat, and get to stalking!"
And that's exactly what happens. I dress in a simple white button up shirt and jeans with my robo arm, we eat some shitty hotel food, and head out!
When we head out, the overall plan is for us to separate into two teams and go opposite ways. That way, when something does occur one group will be near it. Originally, we were going to do our original teams where I am with Shouta and the other two are together, but there's now an issue with that. You see, Shouta looks like a hobo, possibly a pedophile to some people. Because of that, if I stick with Shouta, he'd probably get arrested before me because they would suspect bad things from Shouta.
Since we don't want Shouta in jail, Hizashi and I pair up instead, and Shouta is stuck with Nemuri. Once we step outside of the hotel, we go opposite ways.
- - -
"I should invest in a tablet. Looking at my phone for extended periods of time and listening to whatever bullshit police spit out of their asses from said phone is not fun," I tell Hizashi as we are still walking.
Yeah, we have found nothing, and we have been walking around like idiots for a couple of hours at least. I guess that's expected, but still.
It sucks.
"I can get you a tablet for Valentine's day if you want!" Hizashi says with a goofy grin. I'm so glad that I'm not his accountant. I love him, but he's such an impulsive buyer. An expensive impulsive buyer. Like, I get he's rich, but damn. Even I am not that impulsive, and it takes a lot to outdo me!
Thought, that's probably why we get along so well in the first place.
I just look at him and say, "Zashi, no."
"Come on! What am I supposed to get you?" Oh my god.
"I would appreciate a box of chocolate."
"That would literally last only five seconds though!"
"And they will be a wonderful five seconds. Besides, I never said I was going to buy one. I'm gonna build one."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh."
Hizashi gasps, "You're such a jerk!"
"I'm just stating facts-!"
My phone with the police interrupts me once again (like it has been doing for the past couple of hours), "Highspeed chase at the highway bridge!"
"Don't care," I huff, "Anyway, I'm just stating facts, cockatoo."
"So mean!" Hizashi whines.
"That's what makes me me!"
"You're not wrong, but you're not-!"
Out of nowhere, we here some loud ass noise coming from behind us, and Hizashi does not hesitate to shove me right towards the building and follow after. We are pressed against a wall when we have a villain zoom past us holding a silver case. Not too far behind, two familiar heroes follow after them.
"Hey, is that Bakugo and Todoroki?" Hizashi questions as he gets off the side of the building.
I nod, "Yeah. Weird for them to be doing work here, but pop-off, I guess. Thanks, by the way, Zashi."
"I did nothing, kiddo. You probably would have gotten out of the way anyway. You were just there, so might as well!"
"Still, thanks," I follow beside him, and it turns out we are approaching that last scene. That's completely on accident, but I guess we get to watch some crash or something. However, now that that I seen those two, a brilliant idea comes to mind, "We should kidnap Bakugo."
Hizashi looks at me for a second, taking a moment to process what I just said before bursting out laughing, "Izu, no!"
"Izu, yes! Look, this is my time to be a villain! I might as well enjoy it!"
"You're just going to make it harder for yourself later on," Hizashi cries/laughs.
"Zashi, my reputation is already ruined. I don't think I really need to try anymore."
"Not everyone hates you yet. However, they will if they find out that you are stealing your fellow students!"
"To be fair, I can just tell them that Bakugo is my best friend, and everything will flow over."
Hizashi calms down, taking a deep breath, "No, Izu, no."
"Heart shattered."
Before Hizashi can say anything, we hear a large crash from the highway in front and above us, and bits of rock pieces ran down. Thankfully, the citizens below run away from the crash, so it misses most of them, so I take the small pleasure in that.
But I said most. This more colorful homeless looking boy is running through with a suitcase when he slips and barely dodges a particularly large rock. He ends up dropping a suitcase that he was carrying, and it slips quite a bit away. He manages to get up quickly again. The boy then picks up a suitcase that looks exactly like his, but I know isn't his because it is over there, and rushes off in a hurry. The place where he picked it up from has a clothe remaining there, which is suspicious.
"He picked up the wrong suitcase," I call to Hizashi as I decide to go in the fray and pick up his.
"We're going to return it?" Hizashi questions.
"Obviously, but that kid is a running! Let's go!" I start running only to realize one thing.
Compared to me, Hizashi is not fast. The kid is faster than Hizashi too.
Hizashi quickly realizes that issue, "Actually, you go ahead! I'll call them and update them on the situation!"
"Alright!"
I don't hesitate to start following after the kid. Shocking, the boy is pretty fast, even compared to me. Not as fast as me, mind you, but I would say Shouta's speed. I hear my phone going off, but I am kind of running right now. I can't join a group chat right now.
"Hey, wait!" I call to the boy, but things never go my way.
All the sudden, I am intercepted by little green riding hood with a bow and arrow aimed right at me!
"Give me the case," The woman threatens.
Well, shit. Whatever that boy has, he has something valuable to this woman to the point she willing to kill a bitch over it. That's not good at all, now is it?
Also, she kind of dumb. Why did she intercept me, but not the boy who has a similar case to me? I guess she didn't notice?
Whatever, it works in my favor. But I need to distract to get this boy as much distance from her as possible. I would just beat her ass, but I have no way of deal with the aftermath of that right now.
"Why?" I decide to ask.
I feel my heart lurch when an arrow sores way too close past my head, "Give. Me. The. Case."
Welp. I hope the boy has nothing too valuable in this.
I shrug, dropping it and kicking it over to her, "Well, it's not mine anyway."
The woman picks up the case and opens it only for a colorful assortment of jewels to explode from the case and scatter from the ground. She fucking snarls! She then proceeds to throw the case, leaving behind said jewels, and runs off elsewhere.
Okay, so maybe the boy is not so legal either. I don't have time to consider that, however. I need to find him.
I am, once again, thanking Shouta for the custom made scarf around my arm from Christmas because I use it swing my way to the roofs and run across them secretly. While I am roof hopping, I finally join that call. I know I said I wouldn't, but I don't have that case now. I can dedicate one hand to the phone now.
"Izu, glad you finally joined us!" Nemuri purrs over the phone.
I cut her off, "I am after a boy with a silver case. Looks kind of trashy. Not like Shouta trashy, but trash enough with a little bit of color. I say about my age." I jump to the edge of a building that leads to a large open area and take a quick look.
"What's going on?" I hear Shouta ask.
"Simply put, this boy got his case mixed up with another during an accident, and that girl is probably going after him now. She nearly killed me over having the wrong."
"WHAT?!" That's how I feel, Hizashi.
I barely catch the boy entering a subway station, but thank fuck I did. I hang up and put the phone away as I jump off the roof and land without too much damage. I run as fast as possible, and I say 'fuck stairs' as I jump down most of them only to catch the boy slipping in a closing train door.
FUCK!
I rush to that now moving train and shoot my scarf around the railings to try and pull myself up. However, it's moving way too fast already to even allow me the chance to do that. It latches on, but I don't have enough momentum to pull myself in. I am now having to run with a train that is obviously faster than me, and it is tugging at my arm HARD.
"Shit!" I curse aloud as I pull out my pocket knife, pop it open, and slice the scarf to stop me from being dragged away, "GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!"
That echoes throughout the whole station, but I could give a fuck. I am pissed. WHY CAN'T ANYTHING GO RIGHT?!
I decide to return to the platform, ignoring the looks I get as I approach the help desk.
I don't even pretend to be nice as I ask, "Where is that last train heading, and how long will it take to get there?"
The tired guy looks up, "That leads to the shopping district on the other side of town. I suspect they'll be there in five minutes."
"And how long will it take for me to run there?"
"An hour."
"Thanks," I huff out as I leave. I pull out my phone and rejoin the chat.
"What the hell, Izuku?! Do you have a clue of how worried we were when you hanged up?!" Shouta yells.
I snap, "I'm sorry, but I saw the boy. He got on the subway that leads to the shopping district."
Shouta sighs, "We are a block away from that. Nemuri and I will go after him."
"Thank you."
"Do you have a picture?"
"No, but he has a silver case and some trash clothing. He should stand out enough."
"Got it."
"Izu, where are you?" Hizashi asks with a firm tone. Oh shit, I'm in danger if that's his tone.
"I'm right outside the subway station. Where are you? I'll go to you-"
"NO. You're going to stay there, and I will come pick you up. I'm heading there now. Give me three minutes, okay?"
"Alright."
"And stay on the phone."
"Yes, sir."
Shouta may be a scary ass person when he is pissed, but Hizashi can take the cake just by being calm.
It's not even three minutes when I see Hizashi peek out from the crowd. As soon as we lock eyes, Hizashi sighs with relief and puts his phone away. I approach him calmly, but he does not hesitate to rush at me and pull me into a tight hug.
However, just as quick as that hug came, it went as he withdraws.
Hizashi grips my shoulders tightly, bends down to my height, and looks me in the eyes with a grim look, "You do not disconnect with us after you just dealt with a possible near-death situation. What if she came back and killed you? I understand that you want to chase after that boy, but, based off the context of what you said, he is not in immediate danger. You possibly are. You need to value yourself because you can't do anything if you are shot. We wouldn't know if you were, and we would be left searching for you until we find you. Staying in contact with us is for communication purposes, but also, and more importantly, your safety. Do you understand?"
Okay, now I feel bad. I really need to work on that. It's just so difficult to remember that.
"Yeah. Sorry, Zashi," I say solemnly.
Hizashi offers me a smile, "I know you don't mean it. You're still working on these things, but you're getting better."
"It doesn't feel like it." And it really doesn't.
Hizashi straightens up, wraps an arm around my shoulder, and we start walking to where we need to go, "Before, you would not have told us at all that you were threatened until after everything. You told us right after. That's an improvement!"
I can't help but huff a laugh, "I mean, you ain't wrong."
"Thank you, Zashi," Shouta's voice buzzes through the phone, and I nearly drop it. I forgot I had them on the phone.
"No problem! He deserved it after leaving me!" Hizashi dramatically exclaims.
I look at this lying bastard, "You literally told me to go ahead!"
Hizashi laughs out loud, ruffling my hair, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!"
"Sho looks half tempted to hang up on you guys. By the way, we're at the location. Izu, can't you hack and see if he comes out?" Nemuri asks. At that, Hizashi lets go of me and we start running to that location to get to them.
"Technically yes. However, I don't think I have a need to since you two are there."
"Well, it would be nice if you could tell us if the boy is there instead of us just guessing."
"I don't see many homeless looking boys with silver suitcases walking around."
"How homeless are we talking though?"
"Not Shouta homeless. He looked groomed from a distance. It's more of his clothes that I keep calling homeless."
"No mutative features?"
"No. I barely saw him. We're lucky I know he looks homeless."
There isn't a response for a little bit, and it really makes me wish I was there rather than in where ever the fuck I am. I want to be in the action.
About five minutes later, Shouta speaks up, "I'm sending you a picture. Tell me if it is him."
My phone buzzes, and I check the picture Shouta sent me. Shockingly, it's him, "Yeah, that's him."
"We're going after him now." Shouta's phone shuts off, so it leaves my only connection to him with Nemuri.
Hizashi and I start running faster. Hizashi is good at navigating cities, so he is able to take us through quite a few shortcuts. It certainly won't take that hour that guy at the station said.
The kid must have given them troubles, because it is not until almost ten minutes later that Nemuri says, "We got him. I'll send you our coordinates."
"Thanks, Nem," I get the coordinates, and, after putting those into Google Maps, I find that it worked out in our favor, "We're actually closer to them."
"That's good!" Hizashi pants beside me. Sadly, the man may know where he is going, but he is not used to running at top speeds like me. He can't even run as fast as me, so it's just me matching him.
I hear some talking over the phone for a solid minute, though it's a little difficult to hear what it's about. Then, a sharp sound could be heard along with cursing.
"Izu, did the girl happen to shoot you with an arrow?" Nemuri questions out of nowhere as I hear movement.
"Um, yeah? WAIT, DID SHE ALREADY FIND Y'ALL?!" I scream! COME ON! THINGS WERE JUST GOING MY WAY!
"Apparently! However, we don't see her! Is her quirk like Snipe's?"
That one takes me a moment of thinking, "I think so, but it revolves around her bow, I believe."
"Shouta sees her at the top of one of the tallest buildings shooting at us! She must have enhanced eyesight because we're in a decently dark alleyway."
"Hizashi, get on the call. However, that's not good. He can't cancel her quirk?" Hizashi does as asked.
"He already tried. How close are you two?"
"Two minutes!"
Shouta rejoins the call, "Here's the plan: we're going to meet up. Hizashi, you're coming with us since you're too slow to be at Izuku's side, and you can deflect the arrows. Izuku, your job is to the boy and run away from this as fast as possible. Once you're in a safe place, hide out until we get you. You WILL NOT get off the phone unless we say otherwise, got it?"
"Got it!"
I hear Hizashi speak up behind me, "Wait, can't we just take the case from the kid and let him go? It would put the attention on us, and he would be out of danger."
Shouta and I both say, "No." Isn't that concerning?
However, I take over the explaining, "There's a chance she may go after him for information or use him as a ransom. It's probably low since they're stupid, but it's still a chance we rather not risk. We're about to cross alleys with them! I'm going to grab the homeless and run back down, and you guys will run forward?"
"That's good!" Nemuri confirms.
And the plan goes to action.
Hizashi and I run into an intersection, and, to my left, I see Shouta, Nemuri, and homeless kid coming right us. I run straight at them and go between Nemuri and Shouta, snatch the free hand of the homeless kid, and start dragging him back from where he just came.
"Damn, your fast!" He yells over. Considering I am going the speed of light in my opinion, I hope so.
"I fucking hope so!" I respond as I start weaving through various directions. Unlike Hizashi, I have no clue where I am going. I'm just trying to lose the lady in case she can still see us. I'm hoping that within this time, the three are close enough to keep her attention and maybe beat her ass if I'm lucky. During this time, I hear Hizashi and Shouta leave the group, so I have to communicate with Nemuri if I need to pass a message to either of them.
I don't know how long we were stuck in that maze, but we do eventually get out into the open. That's not particularly a bad thing in this case. Being in public means we really can't get shot at unless she is into wanting witnesses.
Hopefully she isn't.
I slow down to allow my first victim (we did technically kidnap him) breath and for us to match in.
"What...the...hell?" He pants out as I continue to drag him. I know we went fast, but we didn't go that fast. I think.
"I am hell, yes I am," I respond because damn I am too tired of life to be serious right now.
I look back at him to see him look so done with me, but that's when I notice something else: he has a pink little bird in his hoodie making the same expression. That's odd. I would usually say something, but it's just chilling there, glaring me down. I have nothing to complain about there.
"If it makes you two feel any better, I will compensate for your time," I decide to add. It's not like I planned to kidnap them. Besides, I pay Ochaco not to donate her blood. I don't think this is as bad. Kinda.
That seems to get the boy's attention, "How much?"
"I'll get back to you on that. I don't know the exchange rate for here. However, I will tell you in advance that it will not be for however much those jewels were that you had."
"Wait, you looked?!"
"It was between my head and your case. No offense, but I happen to value myself more than a case. The lady busted it open to reveal them. Kinda sus, by the way."
The boy sighs, "Damn."
"As a past alcoholic, I understand." The need to cause illegal trouble.
"What-?"
Suddenly, we are interrupted when cop cars come out of practically nowhere and come...straight at us? What the fuck? THE COP CARS ARE SURROUNDING US?!
BITCH, DID THEY FIGURE ME OUT ALREADY?! FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!
The cops get out with their guns RAISED, "On your hands and knees now and drop the case!"
UH, SHOULD THEY HAVE THEIR GUNS OUT ALREADY?! I DON'T THINK THEY'RE HESITATING EITHER! AND WHY DO THEY WANT THE CASE?! HOMELESS BOY, WHAT DID YOU GET ME INTO?!
SHIT! I KNEW THE SHERIFF WAS BAD, BUT THIS?! NOT EVEN THE JAPANESE POLICE WERE THAT BAD WITH ME, AND I'M MOST WANTED IN THE WORLD!
"Izuku, what's going on?!" Nemuri yells over the phone, but I ignore her to focus on the situation at hand.
"Drop your guns and step away from your vehicles,"
I demand with Stain's ability. I would have preferred not to use it, but I have no other ideas of how to get out without risking injury.
The police follow my demand somewhat as they scramble back trembling. They still have their guns at hand, so I have to be careful.
I run towards the nearest cop car with the boy at hand, "Passenger seat, now! Stay down!"
Am I stealing a cop car? Yes. Why? Because I am fucking petty and already wanted. I might as well go all out.
Besides, I'm too tired of this hell to run away.
I get in the driver's seat, and the boy gets in the passenger seat shaking. I throw my phone at him as I reverse back to get away from them.
"DUCK!" I yell as the chorus of bangs entertains outside- nope, it's inside too. The glass got shoot through. Oops.
Once I am a decent distance away, I put the car in drive, stomp on the gas, and tear away from the scene.
This is really bad. We are now in an obvious ass car with the police and green hooded riding hood after us. I mean, at least we are away from the shooting. That's something. Now, we might have the helicopters after us.
That means we need to sacrifice the car, and soon. However, where the fuck can I drop this off at?
Like, this would be fine if it was just me. However, I have this kid with me as well.
Fuck, he's probably traumatized.
What the fuck went wrong? How did everything go so fucking wrong?
"IZUKU!" Nemuri screams over my phone. OH yeah, I'm not alone here with teenagers! I'm with adults now! There's a chance!
The boy offers me the phone shaking, and I take a deep breath before accepting it, "Yes?"
"What is going on over there?"
"We got surrounded by cops, who did not hesitate to shoot at us."
"Shit, you were figured out?!"
"I don't know because they mentioned that case before actually starting to shoot."
"Are you two okay?"
"I am. Yo, you okay?" I ask the boy, and he is trembling. Okay, maybe I
He takes a moment to actually react, "We...stole a cop car?"
"Uh, yeah? I don't think this is far from you stealing those gems."
His mouth drops, "Are you kidding?! This is a way higher offense then that!"
"And that's your opinion. Whether you like it or not, this was the safest route to take. Besides, they fuck with us, we fuck with them."
"You're insane!"
"I'm aware, thank you for reminding me! If it makes you feel any better, you will get out of this safely. I've done worse things and gotten out of them." Honestly, this kid is distracting me from my hell by going through it, so he's doing something good whether he knows it or not. Also because I have adults on the phone
"And why should I trust you?"
"You shouldn't, but for clarification purposes, you are my capture, and you're in a moving car." I mean, I don't know his name, and I kidnapped him. So he really is my capture.
"Oh..."
"Anyways, Nem, I think we're okay."
"Oh boy...Shouta, Zashi, join the call."
"Did you guys get the lady?" A hear a noise letting me know that the two joined the chat.
"No. She escaped before we could even get to her. Explain to them what happened."
"Simply put, we got surrounded by cop cars, nearly shot at, and I stole a cop car to get out."
Shouta sighs over the phone, "You're never getting away from me after this."
"I don't like that punishment though."
"Would you rather I never come back?" He is really trying to bring up my trauma, huh?
"Shouta!" Hizashi yells, "You can't say things like that!"
"I am asking an honest question."
"...bitchass fucker," I mumble before focusing back on the situation, "My current plan is to find a place to ditch this car and run with my victim as soon as possible."
"We'll grab our stuff from the hotel. You send us where you're at, and we'll meet you there."
"Sounds good to me. Update me if anything happens."
"You're staying on the phone until you leave that car."
"Wasn't planning on getting off anyway."
I roll my eyes as I try to think of any places where I can ditch a cop car. Considering I have never been here before, and I have no idea where I am, that's not going well. But then, I remember that I am right next to my victim and his bird that are from here.
I face my capture, "Hey, you know any place nearby that I can ditch that piece of junk at?"
"Obviously. There's one about five minutes from here," He explains.
"Perfect! Tell me the way!"