" i will avenge my heart."
" Then follow my lead."
Within seconds the ground beneath them became the only solid ground to step foot on, the rest being consumed in cracks and dust. Tomura had his palms flat against the ground beneath them, leaving just enough space for them both to stand. The rest was forcefully being pushed out, the dust construing a thick fog.
Kaori watched in fascination, hearing the way the world cracked with his touch, watching the earth abide to his destruction. Her face wore no expression but the more and more the ground shook, the faster the wind whipped her face, the faster a wicked smile grew.
She realized something, then and there, something terribly exhilerating. Her brother was a bring of destruction, but she could become the world's resolution. In one swift motion, her arm's rose to the sky before crashing down onto the rock, the contact with the surface and the sudden activation of her Quirk tearing her costume's sleeves to shreds. There were no sleeves to contain her, no gloves to hold her back.
Kaori's recreation shook the earth, overwhelming its surface with numerous moments of building new shapes in its destruction before disappearing in a midst of excitement. Her fingers grasped the earth, nails digging into its roots as she imagined the battlefield. It would be barren, claws digging up from the earth as if grasping an invisible bubble, and they would stand before a thrown of ragged earth and boulder.
Kaori's smile grew wider, her eyes becoming darker and darker as Omen overtook her with the swirling emotions of vengence. Was that Omen or was it her? It felt so odd, like the world awaited her and yet it moved at a pace that gave her no time to catch up. She waited and waited, peering into the fog of dirt and death, smelling the dry and broken earth.
After moments of anticipation, it only managed to linger, bringing peace in its wake as the almost identical siblings peered into their battlefield. Run ragged by their power, the earth shifted in numerous ways, a marble affect to its destruction. However, in its mess, claws rose from the ground just as she'd envisioned.
Kaori looked down at her hands, calloused from the power. But she still beamed. Could it always feel this miraculous; if she ruined the world and created her dream, could she feel more? More power, more anarchy, more indescribably amazing?
She was beginning to believe she could. All it took was a little extra effort and the world was hers to ruin and recreate.
Spinning on her heel, she gazed at their thrown in wonder; it sprout from the earth as if it were the sun in a gorgoeous horizon, layers filling in the gaps between her ragged claws. Kaori gave a toothy grin, eyes narrowing in mischevious intent. Maybe this is our purpose. We put every ounce of energy we had to becoming stronger, maybe this is what it was all for. Omen resented their words the moment they thought them.
None of this feels right but.....but what excuse are we looking for?
" AAAGGH!!"
Kaori's train of thought was quickly broken when a shrill cry came from behind, her head snapping to the side to see Tomura, his hands over his head grasping the hair that pulled at his scalp, subsiding the real pain that numbed his skull. Jogging over, Kaori laid her hands over his, speaking in an odd echo.
" Tenko."
He looked up at her, eyes bloodshot as if he hadn't slept in years. His gaze was mangled with emotions of pain, terror, and plot. Kaori's jaw clenched at his gaze, feeling him push aside her comfort and stand to his feet on his own. He looked down at her, belitting her with his eyes, his chest held high with pride. Kaori inhaled deeply, holding her shoulders high.
There was a crackle and boom in the distance, their heads swiftly shifting to see a burning comet. The comet revealed the man who gave it life, the number one hero, Endeavor. Kaori's gaze darkened, her stance becoming lazy once again as she prepared to fight. She remembered what ticked her off about him; the way he strived and strived with ambition, calling her brother, and every other villain or unsuccessful person, dirt.
" BACK-TRACK!! GET AWAY!"
Kaori's stance lowered closer to the ground, the tip of her nails scratching the ground. This was her domain, her battleground, she would use it in any means. Any means to protect our love. In some way, some how, Endeavor saw and he feared. There wasn't Back-Track anymore, there might not've even been a Kaori Shimura. But she is a strong woman. I knew from the day I met her, she would never come to like me. He prayed to the heavens, and prepared to face his son's wrath. But I knew she would be a mighty hero and I held my expectations high.
Raising a mighty fist and igniting his flames, Endeavor's words echoed across Kaori's kingdom. I simply wish she looked up and saw the dreams I had for her, my student.
" HELL'S CURTAIN!!"
A wave of blistering heat hurtled toward Kaori's creation and she prepared herself to defend it, even if it meant turning out to look like Dabi. But before her hand could encase the dirt in its powerful grasp, a wave of air brushed against her body, sending her hurtling into the air. Fire engulfed the surface as she fell mid-air, watching the power consume her brother's body and eat him alive.
She gasped, choked, and then wailed, " TENKO!!!"
Her body fell towards the ground and yet all the while it floated admist the air. She put her index and middle fingers together, her body coursing about the air before suddenly coming to a stop, the claws of fire crawling towards her in hunger. Kaori could fell the flames just barely touch her, eyes widering in terror, trying to flee it.
Breeching her body, the fires of hell consumed her left side. If it were a beast, it might as well have swallowed her whole. Chewing ferociously on her skin, Kaori wailed out in pain, the fire devouring the left portion of her costume, gnawing at her skin as if it were a fat lump of meat on a bone. Kaori screamed out, the fire pinching her cheek as her Quirk disappeared, leaving her to fall to a horrible death.
Endeavor gasped in terror, calling out to her in fear, " SHIMURA!!!"
As he charged forward to save the day, Tomura intervened. Endeavor launched his head backward, narrowly escaping Tomura's hand. Endeavor manuevered his body athletically, holding Tomura down in his flames, back to where he stood on the pillar.
" WHY DID YOU COME AFTER ME?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE HER!? SHE IS OBVIOUSLY OF IMPORTANCE TO US BOTH BUT YOU STILL DROVE YOUR BODY IN MY DIRECTION!! WHY?! WHY!! DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT HER??!" Endeavor gasped in anger, watching Tomura's eyes in the fire slim, a dark gleam as his skin regenerated, over and over again.
" When a kingdom is at war, does a King protect his knights or let them wander into a battle they've already chose to die in?"
There was a terrible shock-wave in that moment of realization, knocking back Endeavor and his flames, along with the grounds set ablaze. Tomura, free from his persecutor's hold, stood to his feet, allowing his skin to regenerate as he watched from a distance, his nearly unconcious sister's body falling to the ground. If she wanted me so bad, she would've kept herself alive when I gave her the chance.
With that, Tomura exited the scene, leaving Endeavor to trail behind but the man didn't quite follow yet. He was hovered on the ground, the flames on his back rising and falling with emotion, his fingers gliding across the wrist of Kaori's body. Laying on the ground, one leg visibly broken with likely multiple fractures throughout her body. Her pulse was faint, he conducted, leaving by the minute.
It's a miracle she's even alive, Endeavor thought to himself, hand supporting her head from the side, in fear it might've suffered damage. Her left side was covered in severe burns, scratching from the lobe of her ear to the tip of her chin. Her costume had been torn and singed, revealing her collar bone and arm, fresh skin twitching when the wind rustled even a little.
She needed medical attention, stat.
Lifting a finger to his ear-piece, he called out, " I need a medical team where Jaku Hospital once stood. There's a girl, Kaori Shimura, age 16, severly burned and unconcious. She needs attention quickly, I can't stay by her side."
With that, Endeavor shot into the air, trailing behind the boss villain and leaving the girl, praying someone on their side would take her into their care immediatly. Hearing their call, a medical team quickly assembled and prepared for their leave, but their efforts were little against a master of magic.
From beside Kaori's unconsious body, electric green sparkles carved into thin air, forming multiple square and circle patterns, a bright star shining in the middle. A purple flame gathered at the center before enveloping the whole design, sparking the wonderous magic to life.
From the essence of magic came a woman, tall and regal, dark wavy hair swaying in the wind as a trench coat slung over her figure with a red scarf tied tightly around her neck. Her body knelt to the ground, intricate fingers gliding across the atmosphere that surrounded the terribly hurt hero.
She spoke foreign words in confidence, "Sana."
Kaori's limbs began to crack, slowly coming into place and causing the girl to groan. Her body, crooked and fractured, put itself back into place, but her burns could not yet heal; the woman's power could only do so much in terms of its contract. Kaori blinked, tears spilling from her foggy eye-lids, voice cracking as she tried to make out the one who healed her.
Suddenly, a word came to her lips, " Witchy?"
" Hello, Darling."