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[blackenedinsomnia]

KiriMina Day 6: Wedding.

Now some of the observant people here will notice that this isn’t the sixth day. And this is because I need to do some catch up on my actual work. So I’ve spent the last few days on this drawing.

[blackenedinsomnia]

The Runaway Circus (Part 2)

Here is the second part of this tale. I’m really enjoying how this is going and my mind is buzzing with ideas at the moment. Not really any more BNHA characters in this chapter... They’ll be coming later on! As always enjoy.

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The night was ending and the echoes of the crowds leaving the tent drew further away Kirishima had finally made it to the performer’s tents.  Crouching behind two creates scouting the entrance. The quarters were made up of many medium tents all around in a circle; with a slightly larger tent at the peak of the circle.

A big scaly man stood at the foot of the entrance, he wore a set of black shoes and black cotton trousers. A white vest presented his masculine build with stoicism. He smoked a cigar, the embers flaking off it. As he looked around the entrance an iron gate circled the area, enclosing the public to the area with signs warning trespassers.

Kirishima stood up from the boxes and walked towards the muscular creature. His mind went blank for a second, as he stared into his yellow reptilian eyes. “What do you want?” his voice sounded like gravel as he grumbled, folding his arms.

“Uh… yeah, I want to see “The Pink Succubus” is she here?” Kirishima gulped stumbling on his words.

“She’s isn’t here” he grunted taking the cigar out of his mouth.

“Well, it’s quite important…” Kirishima was cut off by the man shushing him with his finger. He placed the cigar back in his mouth and inhaled. The cigar’s flames engulfed it to its end, he flicked away the ash from his fingers; unflinching from the heat. Smoke billowed out of his mouth and blew into Kirishima’s face.

“Look, I know you’re a big fan and everything however the Lady likes her privacy so if you would leave that would be fantastic”. His big toothed grin showed from ear to ear, as he laid a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder. Kirishima felt like he was trying to be as polite as possible, however, he could sense hidden aggression.

“I don’t know if this would help?” Kirishima reached into his pocket and retrieved the note given to him by the woman. The bouncer grabbed the card and inspected it closely. Flipping the card from each side, squinting his eyes.

The man chuckled, “Well looks like it is important my boy” he released his grip from Kirishima and brushed Kirishima down. “Sorry my friend, I’ll let you see her; she’s in the pink and blue tent.”  He chuckled leaning on the entrance post. Kirishima went to walk through to the quarters he was stopped once more. “You try anything, and I’ll hunt you down” he growled lighting his cigar.

Walking past the reptilian he stepped into the centre. A roaring fire was placed in the middle with tree logs with pillows on them. A quick glance around there were members that he had not seen before carrying large chests and creates of equipment towards a couple of carts.

Many of the actors were either around the fire or in their personal tents. He carried on until he found the coloured tent he was looking for. The tent’s inside was blocked, except for a small opening showing an orange glow coming from the inside. Playfully humming to herself, her body passed the spacing in the tent.

“Um… excuse me!?” Kirishima pipped up, the humming silenced as he parted the tent open. “You said you wanted to see me” he fully opened it out and there sleeping was the creature seen in the woman’s performance. It raised it’s head and started to growl, it’s tail snaking upward in defence.

“Rashja, Cidp Dasl” she waved her hand and the beast’s grumbles calmed down, his head sinking into the large red pillow. She stood there with a purple headband around her head, her hair showing on the top. Her white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and her purple baggy trousers were rolled up to her kneecaps. She wore a pair of brown sandals as well, with a tribal neckless around her neck.

Her tent was quite spacious, there was a rug spanning out across the grass serving as a makeshift floor. There was a single bed with an animal pelt thrown over it. Right next to the bed was the beast sleeping on the giant red pillow. There were a dressing table and stool at the far end on the left, with dressers next to it.

“Well-well, looks like Wonderboy shows his face” she giggled sitting down on to her dressing stool.

“Wonderboy?” he murmured walking further into the tent. “Why did you want me anyway?” he asked

“Well I saw something in your eyes” she stood up walking closer to him, “Like all the life was sucked out of ya’” she placed hard hands on his shoulders. “But when you saw me in that performance all of the excitement and wonder flooded you didn’t it?” she beamed “That’s why I called you Wonderboy!” she exclaimed waking up Rashja.

Kirishima was blank, it was like she took the words out of his mouth, “So why did you call me here?” he asked curiously.

“Well turns out that Mister Tahmos our boss, is looking for another person to join our family of sorts,” she said looking up and down at his body. “And I would say based on this structure and manly physique you would fit the bill” she whispered running her hands across his chest and arms. “I was just about to go and see him if you could follow me please,” she said strutting out of her tent and walking toward the larger tent. “Excuse me Father Tahm, I’ve brought an applicant for that position,” she said politely pulling aside the fabric.

“Ah yes Mina, come in” a deep western accent uttered, gentle however mysterious in nature. Kirishima walked in and looked around. This tent was significantly bigger than the others, empty bird cages hung from the support beams; as they gently clinked and clanked against one another. Most of the items were a lot bigger to the woman’s tent, the wardrobe was slightly larger, and the bed was king sized.

The difference to it all was a large desk placed in the middle of the room where the man sat. It had a lot of different pieces of paper and pouches of gold scattered next to a typewriter.  

The man was dressed in smart attire that had seen better days. He wore a brown top hat, which complimented his waistcoat and trousers. He wore a clean white shirt with a pair of muddied boots, with the slightest indication of broguing.

He looked quite late into his adult years, as his hair was black blended together with pieces of grey. His beard seemed to be the cleanest thing about him. His left eye was a sharp orange whilst his other was purely white, with a scar sliced down the middle of it.

“Now who is your friend here my child?” he asked undoing his top button and slumping into his chair.

“My name is Kirishima, Eijirou Kirishima,” he said extending his hand before the woman could speak.

“Well don’t we have an eager lad? Well, it’s nice to meet you son, my name is Tahmos Stern” he lifted himself out of the chair and met Kirishima’s hand with his own. “Now I take it you enjoyed our performance?” he grinned sitting back down in his chair.

“I was blown away” he smiled “to say the least”.

“Well that’s what I like to hear my boy, I assume you know why you’re here?” he said opening a drawer and retrieving a bottle of bourbon.

“Yes, Mister Stern, and to say I am interested and am looking to get to work straight away” Kirishima projected standing straight as a board.

“And I trust your judgment Mina, he is right for the job?” he asked the woman pouring two shots of bourbon.

“I trust him, he reminds of my first time seeing the circus” she smiled.

“Well then that settles it then!” he yelled in joy “From now on my boy you’re a part of this family!” he laughed with a booming attitude, he handed him a shot of bourbon.

“Thank you, sir,” he smiled taking the glass from his hands.

“From now on I am to be referred to as Father Tahm or Mister Tahm, after all, we’re a team of brothers and sisters, now time to get you settled. To the future Eijirou!” he clinked the small glass with Kirishima’s.

“And to you, Mister Tahm” the two both drank their shots and walked outside.

“Time to get you acquainted with your brothers and sisters and party the night away” he cheered.

 The three of them left the tent and walked around the outside of the camp. “Now son, we’ll get to your tent and get you comfortable.” They walked to a green wide tent.

“Father Tahm, I ‘ll go and help with the cooking for tonight,” the woman said walking off toward a gazebo, where two others were stationed.

“That is fine my child, I hope tonight’s feast will be a delight” he beamed “Now Kirishima, I shall introduce you to your… well, roommates.”  Walking into the interior of the tent there were three people sat around a circular table, playing a card game. The area had all the necessities that the other few tents had. However, there seemed to be no dressing tables and there were only three beds and two hammocks.

There was a rugged man with long black hair tied in a ponytail and a goatee, he wore a white unbuttoned shirt, a large scar running down the centre of his chest; like he was almost torn in half. Next to him was a woman with blue scales covering the edges of her face, she had very short blonde hair. She wore a tube top, flowering tattoos spread on the right side of her body.

Next to her was a big muscular man, he was bald with a handlebar moustache. He was wearing a leather harness and some baggy brown trousers held together with a piece of rope wrapped around his waist. A ginger-haired child sat atop of shoulder peering at his cards. Her hair was at neck level, she had amber eyes and her ears were tipped like knives. She wore a grey blouse with brown shorts on and sandals. All of them turned to see Tahmos walk into the tent with Kirishima.

“Oh hello Tahm!” the little girl cheered hopping down from the big man’s shoulder. “What brings you here? And who is this man?” she said poking Kirishima’s chest.

“Hello there Miss Polly, I am here to introduce you to your new member of the team and vice versa” he smiled “This is Eijirou Kirishima, he’s going to help you with moving and setting the stage” he explained, Kirishima raising his hand and giving them all a slight wave.

Kirishima looked down at Polly, she stared at him with childlike attitude, her eyes widened; changing colour to emerald green. “Oh Wow! So, you’re going to be our new brother” she gleamed as her pure aura irradiated from her, she extended her hand to greet him.

“Yeah I am it’s very nice to meet you Polly,” Kirishima said shaking her tiny hand.

“I’ll leave you to it Kirishima, I’ll see you at dinner” Tahmos cheered strolling out of the tent.

“I’ll introduce you to my friends” she pointed over to the man whom she was perched on previously. “That is Solok, he is the like… the biggest brother” she said in a slow broken English.

“Hello,” he chipped up, smiling at Kirishima.

“And this is Angela, she is super cool, she is a half draconic woman. Sometimes she can be a big meany but she is a good sister” she smiled.

“Hey there rookie” she grunted, not even taking her eyes off her hand of cards.

“And this is Shaun, he is the ringmaster. He makes the crow super excited, for all the other performers”. Shaun put down his cards and got up from his seat.

“So, you are joining our little gig then. Why?” he asked stepping closer towards Kirishima. “Trying to get close to Mina? Or are you in it for the money?” he interrogated Kirishima walking ever closer.

“No not at all,” he said pushing out his chest; standing firm. “I saw this as an opportunity for a chance to escape from my life down at the docks. I hate it down there; my home is falling apart daily and my job paid on a whim” he explained to Shaun. “I saw this as my ticket to freedom, that’s why.”

Shaun looked him up and down, he turned around and walked to his chair. “He seems legit, your motives seem to be true kid,” he said taking pieces of silver and putting them into the pot in the middle of the table. “I hope your fighting spirit is good as your motivation,” he said turning his cards over.

With a quick check of all the others cards, he pulled the pot closer to himself. “Shit! I don’t know why we play with you, we can’t bluff or anything with that power of yours” Angela hissed throwing her cards on the table with potent fury.

“I tell ya, Angela, I warned you but that draconic ancestry of yours really shows your greed” Shaun chuckled.

“Hey, Kid if you’re going to get comfortable here, you’ll be on that bed other there” he pointed his middle and index finger, other to a bed next to a hammock. “And not the hammock that’s where Polly sleeps okay?” he elaborated.

“Sure thing…” he said walking over to the bed slouching into it. Solok got up from his seat and came over to Kirishima and sat on the bed opposite.

He picked up a weight with his left hand and started to pump the iron. “So Eijirou, where are all your things?” his accent was masculine as it could be with heavy tones of growing in a Nordic country.

“Oh, the only things I need are right with me” he smiled up into the ceiling of the tent. “I besides this and my work clothing was the only things in my wardrobe,” he said taking his golden pocket watch and opening it. The device looked well-kempt, it was a well-oiled steam engine; his pride and joy.

“Well if you’re broke why don’t you sell that watch of yours, I could alleviate that from your hands for some coin…” Angela said curling her finger towards her, her sharp nails and blue scales shining in the light.

“No this is an heirloom, passed down from my Father. I couldn’t and shouldn’t” Kirishima quickly jolted, his hand grasping the watch tightly; stuffing it into his waistcoat pocket.

“Yeah, but have you just thought…” Angela maniacally hissed, her eyes fixated on the prize.

“Angela you kleptomaniac, can you stop that. He clearly doesn’t want to do that” Shaun said raising his voice. “Besides he has thought of it before, however, he suppressed those thoughts and kept it…” Shaun stopped, gathered the cards and walked over to his bed. “It really must mean you cherish and commit to things you love… I respect that” Shaun said tapping Kirishima’s shoulder as he walked passed, jumping into his hammock.

“Are you sure you want to grab some of your stuff Kid?” Shaun asked flicking cards in the air with ease and catching them in the deck.

“No, I am fine, thanks for the offer,” Kirishima said raising from his bed, positioning himself on the side. Just then the tents drape was pulled open, a woman with short ginger hair came through. She had beautiful amber eyes, she wore a carefully knitted jumper with grey trousers on. And tied around that she wore a white cooking apron, that looked like it had some wear and tear to it.

“Hey guys it is almost time for serving up the meals,” the woman said.

“Oh hey Lana, how’s it going?” Shaun raised his body from his hammock and walked toward her.

“Everything is going well, however, Luc needs to prep the food before it’s ready to serve,” she said wiping her hands on her apron.

“Sister Lana!” Polly yelled, jumping into her.

“Oh hello there Polly” she laughed.

“Hey, hey Lana what is for dinner I am hungry” Polly whined tugging at the apron.

“Well it’s your favourite…” she knelt down and grabbed both of her hands “Curry!” she beamed.

The little girl’s eyes lit up into a sea blue, as her arms and left leg glowed showing tribal markings. She ran over to the big lumbering man lifting his weight and kept hopping on the spot. “Solok! Solok! Can we go to get food?” she asked still jumping up and down.

Solok sighed, putting down his weight and then chuckled for a bit. “Sure little one, let us go” he raised himself from the bed and extended his ape-like hands out to the little girl. She sprung into his palm and then clambered up onto his shoulders; where she sat down.

“Onwards horsey!” she jolted him, her childish pureness irradiating from her.

“I shall see you at the food tent, da?” Solok said looking down at Kirishima

“Sure, Solok” Kirishima smiled back. As he watched them walk out of the tent, he could sense a built friendship, almost like a familial bond.

“Oh, where are my manners” Shaun snapped back

“Lana this is Eijirou, he’s replaced Ang, because of the recent events he will not be returning” he gestured to Kirishima sitting there on his bed.

Standing up he presented his hand “Hi call me Kirishima”

Her hand met his in a firm grip “Hi I’m the catering manager here, I’m Lana Schmitt; Lana is fine” she smiled. “Well since you’ve been employed, we do kinda need some help over at the food tent, if you’re fine with that?” she twiddled her fingers.

“That should be fine anything to get working quicker!” Kirishima enthusiastically jumped up from the bed “Lead the way” he smiled, following Lana.

On the way to the tent, there was a quite extensive line at the serving table before it. “Okay Kirishima I want you to spoon up the curry onto the plate, there should be enough for two spoons on each plate” she frantically jogged toward an open kitchen; Kirishima not far behind her tying an apron on that Lana had thrown him.

The kitchen had two tables, in-between that was a brick oven with a small fire at the bottom of it. A pot of boiling curry was in the centre with a roaring campfire below, set in place with stones around it. “Okay, Lana I need you to keep an eye on the pot and start serving our patrons” a man with a black vest ran around the kitchen holding a handful of vegetables. He had black curly hair on top with short sides, he was also wearing a pair of work trousers with brown boots and suspenders on.

His right arm was made from steel, gas spraying put and the parts moving up and down. It was like looking at a naked arm, the veins were wiring and plastic tubing, the steam escaping from his arm was the sweat. Dropping the vegetable on the wooden chopping board he raised his arm. It clicked and clacked he started to chop the onions and peppers. “Are you going stand there all-day boy! There are hungry people waiting! Chop-Chop!” he yelled finishing the chopping slamming the blade; cracking the board.

Kirishima darted to the table and started to serve. Kirishima hadn’t run like that since he was in the navy, it shocked him to his core. As time passed the line dwindled down to the last few. Kirishima was sweating, his white shirt sweaty and dirtied. His waistcoat thrown on the grass, his legs aching from the constant running and standing. Lana stood there next to him as nothing had phased her. “So Kirishima, how was that for work?” she giggled patting him on his back

“It’s great, let me just catch my breath…”  he said hunched over, heavily breathing.

“Well, well look who it is” a familiar voice cackled, Kirishima looked up. It was the man who was overlooking the entrance when he came in.

“Ah Butch, you’re here just in time to get something to eat!” Lana smiled serving him the bowl of curry. “Do you know him?” she asked.

“Well, of course, he wanted to get through the entrance to see lil ol’ Pinky” he grinned “So I see the old man has given you a position in here” Butch stated dipping his finger into the sauce then licking it off. “However, if you try to hurt anyone here, you’ll have to answer to me, got it?” Butch snarled, his white crocodile teeth gritting together.

“Sure, thing buddy,” Kirishima said too worn out to talk. Butch walked off and went to sit on a tree stump near the bonfire.

“Don’t worry kid, Butch has always been like that to newcomers?” Lana said setting up two chairs and letting Kirishima sit down. “That’s his own unique way of saying hello” she smiled handing him a plate of food. Kirishima sat there famished and regaining his senses as the curry’s spices revived his spirit. “Well just don’t sit there eat it!” she said sharply.

“Oh right!” Kirishima jolted, scoffing the plate of hot curry down. “Wow Lana this is amazing!” his voice muffled by his mouthful of found. He didn’t know what it was but his taste buds exploded, it felt like heaven.

“Oh don’t thank me, thank my Husband over there he’s the one who made it” she blushed point to Lucas sitting on a wooden chair smoking and reading today’s paper. “Also sorry about the shouting earlier he’s always stressed when the kitchen heats up” she laughed.

“No that was fine as well, I was used to that when I was in the navy” he smiled back. Lana slapped him on his back and stood back up.

“Well I hope you enjoyed your break we need to clean up now!” she beamed “if you could collect all of the pots and bring them here to be washed; we’ll have this place cleaner no more than…” she checked her watch on her left wrist. “Thirty minutes, so let’s crack on!”

Thirty minutes had passed, and everyone started to gather around the big bonfire in the centre. Fiddles and drums played around the fire as a woman sang in Solast folk tales. It’s symphony sweet and calming and her infernal tongue danced along to the beat.

After collecting most of the pots, Kirishima dumped dozen into a bucket of water. Lucas sat there on a wooden stool, washing another bucket of pots and pans. “Hey boy, what’s your name?” Lucas grunted handing Kirishima a pan.

“It’s Eijirou, Eijirou Kirishima,” he said taking the pan and wiping it dry.

“I see, where did you come from?” he asked continuing to wash the kitchens utensils.

“Well I came from Androsa…” he said

“Not like that, where did you learn your work ethic, discipline?” he interrupted Kirishima putting down his wet rag.

“Oh well, I was in the Navy for four years. And not until last month I was dismissed from the fleet” he sighed “And I was broke and depressed”. Lucas looked at Kirishima with a stern look.

“What was the charge for, not anything too radical I hope?” he chuckled.

“Well you think that punching a superior for his alternative actions was a dismissible offence?” he honestly confessed to the stranger.

“Well depends on what the officer was doing?” Lucas asked leaning further into the conversation.

“Abusing his crew and others around him, after a night of drinking I found him wondering the town where we were based in. I saw him with a girl, and he was getting aggressive” Kirishima paused looking at his scared hands. “I snapped, I punched him twice… I broke his jaw and cracked a rib”

“It was General Shiki, I thought I recognised your name,” he said, Kirishima was confused at what the man said. “It was all over the news in Solast, a young private beat up supervisor in street; in a drunken rage” he recited the headline like it was instinctive. “Your hair was slightly shorter and black aren’t I correct?”

“Yeah” Kirishima raised his eyebrows with surprise “Your memory is really something!”

“Shaun and the rest of the group say that my metallic arm is the one that’s cheating, you should see their faces when I remove the thing” he chuckled to himself wiping his eyes. “You seem like a good guy, truthful and you stick to your guns even though the stats are stacked against you” he smiled taking out a wooden pipe and lighting it.

“I myself was a Combat Medic in Drakensfield’s militia but after a bomb went off in the pentamarket, just up the street from here, I was dismissed because I was useless to them,” he said knocking his metallic arm with his other fist. “That’s when Mister Tahm took me in and…”

“Found me!” Lana jollily smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I did and I found a better team to be apart of” he smiled back at Lana and held her hands.

“I can’t thank you enough for helping us today, we couldn’t have done it without you,” Lana said with glee.

“I was only doing my job” he replied

“You can go and party if ya want, you should enjoy your first night here, I know I would” Lucas waved his hand toward the fire.

“Sure I’ll let you get on with it then” Kirishima picked up his waistcoat and walked up to the bonfire.

He stood there taping his foot to the jovial music. A crowd of people were dancing around the fire, cheers and laughter also filled the air. He looked as he saw Shaun and Angela locked within arms spinning around themselves, Polly was riding on Solok giggling away as she bounced up and down on his shoulder.

“Kirishima!” the pink woman yelled waving to him. “How are you finding the family?”

“Everyone is very… unique, my tent buddies seem to be fine and Lana and Lucas are intense” he said running his fingers through his hair.

“It’s unique but… it’s home” she said peering up to him.

“Hey, you’re a Tiefling right?” Kirishima asked pointing to the top of her head, her horns slightly poking out of her headband.

“You can see that!?” she yelled covering her horns with her hands “How could you tell?” she reddened from her embarrassment.

“Well despite my looks, I’m well educated, and I heard you speak to your pet in infernal; one of the languages for Tiefling”

“I am I really that obvious?” she said peeking through her fingers.

“Quite, but it gives you character, I like it” Kirishima smiled “Here” he turned her around and undid her bandana her curly hair unravelled and her yellow horns stuck out.  “See?”

She looked at him holding her purple bandana, she stared at him for a while before bursting out in laughter. Her eyes slightly watering, she wiped a tear from her eye and looked at him again. “You are really something Wonderboy…” she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the crowd. “Come on and dance with me!” she ran towards the middle with Kirishima and started to twirl in place.

Her hips shaking from side to side, her hands clapping in time to the beat. She walked back closer to Kirishima and held both of his hands. “Come on follow my flow!” the music carried them along as they slowly shuffled to the band playing other folk tales.

Kirishima's eyes were again fixated on her, however, instead of a promiscuous performer dancing for the entertainment of others, he saw a young woman dancing for fun. A smile on her face, she danced like nobody was watching; like nobody could judge her. She spun around again flinging herself into Kirishima, he broke her momentum; almost making him fall into the fire.

Mina looked upon Kirishima and smiled with carelessness and leaned into his ear. “My name is Mina… Mina Ashido.” She pulled back and smiled at Kirishima, as he was pulled into the crowd he felt the melody carry his feet.

He started to get into a grove, finally, he saw himself dancing with Mina. He felt ecstatic and lively, he didn’t want it to end. They both danced the night away with plenty of songs and booze and lost track of time. And with that, the fire finally went out as well as the gathering.

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The Runaway Circus

Hey, it’s me again. I’ve just finished this chapter for this Victorian/Mystical Kirimina AU. As always I've had a delight writing this I hope you all enjoy! 

Most of my inspiration came from @skeletordraws picture: http://skeletordraws.tumblr.com/post/177491877978/its-timmmeeee-its-kirimina-appreciation-day

And some inspiration from my story that I’ve been writing as well. 

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Waves crashed on the murky docks, orange lanterns illuminated the streets as the sun arose from the clouds. Kirishima laid there on his bed, the white creased sheets slung over his body. His head buried in his left pillow, saliva patches covering the other pillow. The wind howled and barrelled through the cracked and broken window, sending the thin curtains flapping frantically. His floor covered with bottles of rum and ale, whistled as wind skipped on the neck of the bottle.

A foghorn had blasted through the harbour, knocking over bottles; Kirishima leapt up out of his bed. His mind ringing and his senses rattling around like a broken toy. Falling out of his bed he slowly shuffled his way to his bathroom and clicked on the light.

Using the sink he hoisted himself onto his legs he took a thorough look at his groggy appearance. His white shirt he was wearing was drenched in grease, oil and vomit. His eyes were black rimmed and a five o’clock was ever present. “What the hell happened last night?” he whispered as the overhead light flickered on and off. “Well at least I have today off” he smiled with a hint of regret from the previous night.

With a change of clothing, he sat down on the chair; it creaking with his weight. He sat there as his clock chimed to the eighth hour of the morning, his teeth biting into the stale bread that was his breakfast with a hard crunch. He unravelled the newspaper and started to read the headlines. They ranged from a masked vigilant hanging people in the streets from the streetlamps, the latest football scores or even advertisements for a travelling circus.

His morning routine was interrupted by a knock on his apartment door. “Come in, the lock is already broken anyway” Kirishima yelled. The door slowly creaked open and a sluggish, rough looking man came walking inside. He had a black waistcoat and a white shirt on, with dark navy trousers and mucky Oxfords.

“So, you got home all right then?” TetsuTetsu exclaimed

“Of course, I did, I’ve been through worse” he chomped down on the last bit of his morning meal. “So, what brings you to my humble abode” he gestured his hands stretching out around his apartment.

“Well it’s your free day you up to anything?” he asked pulling the other chair out and slipping into it.

“You assumed I would be?” he chuckled, folding his paper up and slapping it on the table.

“Well I was thinking of going to the Circus later on?” he asked taking out a pocket knife and orange from his trouser pocket and started to peel it.

Kirishima sat there for a moment and rubbed his beard “It does seem to pique my interest, but I think I’ll need another thing….”

“They’ll have beer there!” TetsuTetsu squelched eating his orange slices.

“Okay I’m sold, when is the event taking place?” Kirishima grinned

“The Circus will be in town at seven at night and then the main event will be starting at ten.” TetsuTetsu lifted himself out of his chair. “So, you’ll have some time to kill my friend,” he said throwing Kirishima another orange out of his pocket. “I’ll meet you outside of the Circus’s entrance, don’t be late” he yelled walking toward Kirishima’s apartment door.

“See you there buddy!” he cheered back.

Time passed throughout the day, and the night was finally upon Kirishima; nine o’clock. He walked down the cobbled street in brown oxfords, almost as similar as TetsuTetsu. With that, he wore maroon tartan trousers with a white shirt accompanied with a red tie.

The centre of the street was buzzing with stores selling unique and exotic foods. Whale burger, frog legs, toffee apples, all the vendors were yelling for their time in the spotlight.

The echo’s of flutes, trumpets and drums came from the glowing orange brilliance of the Circus.

Kirishima got closer to the entrance of the venue and stood there in awe. Acrobats spun sparkling rings interchanging between their arms to their legs, to their heads to their hips. Muscular me stood on a podium flexing their muscles with pride, as flamboyant dances handed out alcohol and food to all the patrons in the venue.

“Well, well I thought I was going to be the one that was late!” TetsuTetsu yelled

“Thought I would surprise you” he laughed back, hugging his best friend.

“Now we have an hour to spare what do you want to do?” TetsuTetsu said pulling in his friend closer, moving closer into the mouth of the circus.

“How about a drink? Some food?” Kirishima asked pushing him away “Do you think we have time for both?” he smiled

“Maybe…” TetsuTetsu grinned. Half an hour had passed, and they were separated. Kirishima was lost in a crowd of colours and entertainers. His head was a little dazed from the drinks he had beforehand.

“You look lost mister, you need some help?” a female voice whispered in his ear. A scent of strawberries wafted passed him as the women spun around him, in an elegant and seductive dance. The woman had a veil covering her hair and her mouth. She was wearing dancers dress, ribbons were attached to her wrists and her waist; they seemed to move in unison with her dancing.

“Yeah I was looking for where the event is?” his eyes fixated on this woman.

“If you just keep walking straight, you’ll find the tent honey…” she stopped talking and dancing all together. “Oh, you like what you see mister?” she grabbed his tie and pulled him in closer to her “Say you don’t look too shabby yourself” Kirishima blushed almost redder than his hair. “Well you know where I will be…” she whispered

“Wait what’s your name?” he stuttered as she gently pushed him away.

“My name is the “Pink Succubus, I’ll see you at the show” she giggled blowing a pink cloud of smoke onto Kirishima’s face. He wafted away the smoke from his face, and she was gone.

“What a weird woman” he whispered under his breath walking toward the tent.

He clambered his way to the tent, people were funnelled in through the two spinning gates as workers handed out tickets. “Hey, Kirishima!” TetsuTetsu yelled, one hand in the air and the other a stein of beer; it’s head overflowing, spilling onto the ground.

“Ah, thank god…” he exhaled meeting up with his friend in the line, his cut in was met with drunken heckling and disgruntled looks. “I thought I would get lost here,” he said supporting his weight on his shoulder.

“Hey buddy you don’t look too great, booze not going down too well?” TetsuTetsu

“No TetsuTetsu, a woman with gorgeous pink skin and she smelled like strawberries and she was dressed like this dancer.” Kirishima stopped with TetsuTetsu putting his hand over his mouth.

“It’s the booze” he groaned.

They finally entered the red and white striped tent; the tension was rising as well as the excitement. Four rows of red leather chairs wrapped around the stadium. The arena’s ground was covered in sand and a red podium sat there illuminated in a spotlight, another span of light came from where the entertainers would enter the stage from. The two men sat down in their seats, trying to get comfy.

The light in the middle had dimmed and a voice boomed over the speakers attached to the support beams. “Ladies and Gentlemen, what you’re ‘bout to see will fill your mind with spectacle and wonder!” the man boomed; smoke filling the arena’s centre. “Prepare to feast your eyes on air defying acrobatics, wondrous creatures and daring devils! I welcome you!” a flash of light filled the centre blinding the audience as the smoke shot up into the air forming into a dragon-like shape.

The dragon hung from the roof of the tent, it’s talons gripping into the support beams, the wood cracking, splinters falling from it. An ear-piercing roar, its eyes and the open mouth glowed a malice red., shook the tent to its core.  The dragon released its grip and crashed down into the floor a cascading wave of wind and dissipated away.

There stood a muscular man in a red jacket, under that was a cream waistcoat and white shirt. Black trousers and a black top hat also accompanied the outfit. He had jet black hair with a rugged face with a scraggly beard. He wore a devious smile which looked like an alligator’ and a black eyepatch covered his right eye.

“To your night of Hell!” he cackled fire erupting from the entrance. Dancers ran out onto the performance grounds and started to get into position. A marching band followed soon after playing an intense tune, firing up the crowd. Kirishima was fired up, he had never felt like this for years; a burning passion was awoken.

The performance had finished a couple of minutes, it felt like a flash and bang of pure ecstasy. Trapeze artists followed next, then fire breathers and then it happened. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you have a wonderful time, I know I have” he chuckled, his grin still sharp as a knife.

“Here is a lil’ demon I found a while back that was just a paper on the streets.” Smoke started to slowly crawl its way towards the stage. “A sublime, delicious, supple young thang; that’ll leave you begging for more” a black silhouette emerged from the smoke. Kirishima’s eyes opened, and the woman waltzed out.

Her face was still covered by a black and red kabuki mask. Two horns extended from the mask and it had a devious grin; it is bearing its teeth. She wore a full black dress; red dancing shoes and red arm high gloves finished the dress. “I introduce to you, The Pink Succubus!” the ring leader yelled.

Her feet were dragging along the sand, her thighs moving side-to-side. Her body was like a well-oiled machine as she found her rhythm. She was a natural, like a bird taking flight she glided through the stage, kicking up sand with her toes; exaggerating her movements even more.

The smoke started to form into a stringy wisp-like creature and started to weave in and around her body adding to the performance. She came closer and closer to Kirishima’s side, still dumbfounded by her beauty.

Her tracks were halted by his flamboyant red hair. She paused for a moment, everything seemed to slow down. Her body now shrouded in smoke, she studied him; staring at her. She slightly removed her mask, her amber iris pierced him. Kirishima started to sweat, his gaze fixated on her visible eye.

His reaction making her chuckle, placing the mask back on her face the smoke enveloped her entirely. Smoke moved back into the middle and started to fill the room again. Kirishima frantically scanned the area for the woman, she couldn’t be seen.

The music started to pick-up and rise in intensity. Suddenly out of the smoke two big, beady, orange eyes with black slits for pupils; stared back at the crowd. A thunderous roar blew the smoke away, stood in the middle of the stage was a wondrous creature. A head of a lion, the wings of a bat and the tail of a scorpion. The pink girl sat on top of the creature stroking its mane.

“Hiya!” she yelled cracking the reigns on the creature, its wing spanned and flapped majestically; sending clouds of sand scattering everywhere around the stage. Kirishima covered his eyes as he watched the beast fly up into the air. They reached the top of the tent at their top of a loop. The girl let go of the rains and blew a kiss with both of her hands. Suddenly with a snap of her fingers, they dissipated into pink rose petals.

The crowd cheered and applauded, some even tried to grab the petals. Kirishima was still stunned, he looked at his trousers petals covered them as well as the floor. Brushing the petals off, he noticed a piece of purple card on his leg. He turned it over and read it. “Come and find me” signed off with a heart. Kirishima looked to his right and saw his friend snoozing in his chair.

“Man, even with all that noise he didn’t wake up, he must really like sleeping” Kirishima joked to himself. And with that, he got up his seat and went for the backstage area.

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A Bond Forged through Fire & Steel.

Hey, hope everyone has a decent holiday. I have been working on this piece for a couple of days and just wanted to get this out here. This follows my 2 OC’s Lucas Von Richer and Lana Schmitt, going about in their lives as normally as they can.  Note: Lucas was used in my second Kirimina fanfic, which is also on my page however the TLDR is; he is a UA hero grad, with heightened intelligence and agility who’s hero name is Crossguard.

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It was 0600 hours above the seas of Japan, the sun laid out a path of light across the cotton-like carpet. Lucas sat there in his chair tapping away at his laptop, finishing his weekly report on his patients. The interior of his jet was lavish, a white body spanned across the walling of the plane with a wooden undercut, six leather seats filled the jet for other passengers, the flooring finished the plane with a brown carpet.

Lucas took a sip of his coffee, then laid the cup on the white plate that accompanied it. A woman came from the pilot’s cabin and walked over toward Lucas and sat in the chair opposite him. “Lucas,” she said tapping his kneecap “We’re making our descent to Haneda Airport now” she smiled, her white teeth glistening in the sun. Laying her hand on his metal prosthetic and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Sure Lana, let me just save this report and I’ll switch off” he smiled back. Lana was a bright individual, she had long flowing dark ginger hair and had hazel eyes. She wore a cream turtle-neck jumper and a white lab coat.

The plane slowly descended towards the runway, slicing through the clouds like butter. The wheels scratched the runway as the plane came to a stop. Stepping off the plane, he took in the fresh air, reminiscing, he felt he was back home again. “Well Lucas you seem to be happy, this is the first time I’ve seen your shoulders relax” she giggled handing his laptop bag.

“Has it been that long?” he smiled slinging the bag around his shoulder.

“Well were to first Lucas, I’ve noticed that there is a lot on the schedule,” she said flipping through her phone’s diary.

“Well we’re supposed to be meeting principle Nezu for a meeting with other U.A teachers,” he said walking towards the entrance to the arrival section of the airport.

Wait, Lucas! Are you going to become a U.A teacher?” she exclaimed

“Well that is one of the reasons why and I’m here to see some old friends as well” he grinned.

Two hours had passed, Lucas and Lana stumbling out of the taxi like zombies. “Good god that took way too long” he pushed his voice out with last exasperated breath.

“Yeah, I know, I feel like a wet rag, it’s super warm” Lana stretched her arms and back out.

“Well at least you’re here” Principle Nezu walked up jauntily “How was your Journey?” he asked.

“As you can see Mr Nezu, not that great, I feel like I pulled a cable” Lucas chuckled “I hope I am not late?” he said realizing the time.

“Not at all Lucas, we’re still awaiting All Might and Creati to join us, so you aren’t the only ones” he smiled. “Now please if you may follow me” he gestured to the entrance. Lucas smiled as a wave of nostalgia flooded him walking through the entrance of the school. Walking through the hallways past the big door of Class – 1A, a small smile perked up reminiscing of the time he spent in the same corridors.

“Hey Lucas” Lana whispered in his ear

“What’s up Lana?” he whispered back

“To be honest, I wasn’t expecting the principle to be ah… well…” she paused trying to find her words.

“A small polar bear-like creature” he chuckled back

“Yeah!” she snapped her fingers, giggling away

“Well we’re here” Nezu opened the door and there sat around a rectangular table was Eraser Head, Present Mic, Creati, Battle Fist and All Might.

“Sorry for the wait everyone” Lucas bowed in embarrassment

“No, it’s fine Crossguard, you travelled pretty far to be here and on such short notice” All Might stood up and extended his hand out. “How have things been on I Island?” he said as Lucas’s metallic hand grasped his.

“It’s been fine, tiresome but fine” Lucas smiled.

“And who is that woman with you Crossguard?” Creati said pointing to Lana. He turned around to see Lana, frantically breathing behind her briefcase, getting redder every second.

“She spoke to me!” she squealed, she ran over to Creati and pulled her up from her seat. “I’m your biggest fan! I’ve read all of your interviews, I followed you on your campaign to put more funding into the science industry and your motivations have really inspired me and…” she paused looking where she was standing. Lucas looked at her with a negative expression on his face. “Oh, I am so sorry, I should really know my bounds” she squealed bowing apologetically.

“It’s fine, I’m glad that you view me as that way and I always have fans coming up to me like that as well” she smiled “It’s nice to meet you, what’s your name?” she asked.

“Oh my name is Lana Schmitt, I’m the assistant researcher to Luca… I mean Crossguard” she smiled extending her hand in a friendly gesture.

“Well it’s very nice to meet you anyway Lana” she extended her hand and shook Lana’s.

“Well now that everyone is here, we can discuss why you’re here Crossguard,” Nezu said hopping onto his chair swivelling in toward Lucas. “You’re here to make sure that the student’s here at UA academy, feel safe and are given the correct education,” he said taking a sip of his green tea. “I’ve brought everyone here to welcome you to UA and congratulate yourself on accepting the position of Homeroom teacher for Class 1-B” he clapped, and applause followed.

“Congrats Crossguard I can’t wait to see whose class will come out on top” Aizawa plainly stated

“Thank you Aizawa, but it’s Lucas or alternatively you can call me Richer, whatever works for you” he grinned shooting a competitive stare.

“Well let’s all get sat down and finish this meeting, I need to get home to my cats and I really need to pick Eri up” Aizawa groaned

“Right you are” Lucas replied, the meeting went on for 4 hours and covered procedures, what the curriculum was and who was in each class after the meeting concluded Lucas walked out toward the gates with Lana.

“Uh Lucas how are we getting to the apartment?” she asked

“I’ve asked Nezu if we could have a carpool to take us to the house, I picked out for us, and it should be here soon,” he said taking off his glasses and cleaned his lenses

“Oh okay,” she said gripping her briefcase around her chest, the wind blowing through her long ginger hair.

“Hey, Lana, when you were about to say my name to Yaoyorozu, why did you stop?” he turned to her putting his glasses on.

“Oh well, I thought it would’ve been rude” she flustered

“Is that so?” he said as the car pulled up beside them, he went and opened the door and let Lana in. The car ride was 20 minutes in total for the both to arrive at their makeshift home. Lana was the first to step out and have a look at the new accommodation they would be living in for the foreseeable future. She had gotten a file of the house from the properties the previous owner and started to read it.

“I know we’re dating and everything, but this seems to surreal” she whispered in denial

A 2-bedroom house with an open kitchen that extended into the dining room, two bathrooms and an ensuite bathroom on the main bedroom, which complimented it with a balcony overlooking a motorway. They set down their luggage in the entrance of the house and went to look at the house.

Later on, in the day shopping was delivered to their new home. Lucas awoke from his slumber on the sofa and checked his watch. “18:45, is it really that late?” Lucas whispered “Lana, honey!?” he shouted walking to the beginning of the stairs shouting up to her “What do you want for Tea?” Lana walked to the top of the stairs standing there in a pink bathrobe.

“There should be some steak in the freezer and some potatoes in the garage, or…” she unravelled the bathrobe “you can come with me and we order take out?” she whispered seductively walking away towards the bathroom. A wave of heat overcame Lucas and walked up the stairs, unbuttoning his shirt and making his way towards her.

He took off his shirt and grabbed her by the waist and kissed her passionately on the lips. Taking off his trousers and underwear they paused and looked at one another, this was one of the first times they had privacy and some time together.

His metallic hand firmly plastered itself on her back, she recoiled in shock. “Lucas! Stop doing that, you know I hate it when your arm is cold” she yelled her hair flaring up into flames

“That’s why I do it, it annoys you and…” he leaned over and whispered, “but it brings out your fiery side” she looked at him, her flames extinguished and her face blushed redder than her ginger hair. He picked her up and placed her in the bath, squeezing himself around her body, he let her rest her head on his chest.

“I love this” he whispered to the quiet Lana. “This house being with you, settled, it feels relaxing” he smiled at her pulling her closer.

“You’re a big dummy, you do realise that right?” she sheepishly responded, Lucas, chuckled to himself and kissed Lana on her head.

“Well we’ll have takeout and then we’ll get down to business” he whispered again

It was midnight and the house was quiet from the kitchen to the upstairs area, Takeout bags were messily straddled on the dining room table and clothes were cascaded on the walk up to the main bedroom where the two slept. The covers were covering half of Lucas’s bottom, Lana slept peacefully with the covers covering her body.

Lucas tossed and turned in his bed, his metallic fingers moving frantically. Suddenly he jolted up with a shock, searing pain shot through his right. His arm spasmed frantically, he disconnected his arm from his body, banging to the floor; the arm moving out of control like a dying animal. He grabbed his phone and turned off the arm, it’s movement ceasing.

Lucas fell over onto the floor, he laid there for a moment and started to regain his bearings. He was still sweating, he slowly stood up, grabbed his lighter and his cigars from his coat pocket and walked out onto the balcony. He lit his cigarette and breathed in, the ember burning away till the halfway point. He exhaled as smoke billowed out into the night sky.

“Really Lucas, I thought you quit?” Lana looked at him worryingly from the doorway

“Yeah sorry Lana, it’s the only thing that takes the edge off,” he said rubbing his eyes with his index finger and thumb.

“Did it happen again?” she asked walking up behind him wrapping her arms around his chest.

“Yeah” he whispered.

It was 5 years ago when the incident happened, it was on I island a horrible accident that changed both of their lives. Lucas was a scientist there researching how to heal wounds with different types of technologies and makeshift inventions. And Lana was the patient, her quirk was out of control and super volatile. Whenever she took on pain, she could convert it into raw power, which she can use in any way she seemed fit too.

Lucas sat there in his office, the monitors light blinding the dark enveloped room. “Today is the 16th of May 2030, my name is Dr Lucas Von Richer; this is test number 22. Patient is Lana Schmitt, a quirk user wanting to control her quirk.” Lucas took a sip of his coffee from the paper cup on the righthand side of his desk. Lana was laying down on a metal table.

“Lana is also hooked up to a shocking device that’ll charge her quirk up to max power she can disconnect at any time by pressing the button on the remote strapped to her hand.” He looked through behind the monitor to the window.

“Lana are you sure you want to do this?” Lucas still worried at what it’ll do to her.

“I’ll be fine Lucas, I need to do this,” she said in determination

“Okay Patient is co-operative with the experiment, the camera is now recording” he typed away at his keyboard. Lana laid there in discomfort as her hair started to flare up. “Okay Lana, vitals are stable, shocks should be increasing slowly, we’re now hitting 30%” Lucas informed her. His computer read her quirk output and her stress levels. Discomfort turned into distress, Lana’s skin started to light up in a bright orange glow as the voltage increased, the remote disintegrated as the heat of the room increased.

“Argh!” she screamed in pain.

“Lana!” Lucas screamed trying to stop the voltage. It wasn’t working, Lucas was panicking. Her quirk output was overloading the sensors and her emotions were going out of control. “Shit, shit, shit” he quickly scurried to the door and forced it open. The heat was unbearable “Lana!” he yelled as the room was flooded with light. He reached out desperately to help her, his heroism blinding him.

“Lucas stay away…” before she could finish, the room exploded. 30 minutes passed, and Lucas regained conscious, a seething pain blistered his right shoulder. Opening his eyes, he could only see smoke and red flashing lights all around the room. He felt weak, looking to his right he was haemorrhaging blood from his missing appendage. Moving some rubble, he walked towards a first aid kit on the floor. His scarred and burnt body making it hard to move around, he found a capsule in the kit and applied it to his wound sealing it.

“Argh goddammit!” he yelled in pain, biting down on his teeth. “Lana!” he yelled in desperation running into the testing lab. The room was burnt to a crisp with Lana perfectly preserved in the middle of the room. The walls still exposing mass amounts of heat. He ran to her ignoring that and checked her pulse. “She’s… fine?” he gasped.

Just then the door was melted down and two heroes ran in. “Lucas you here?” Kirishima yelled.

“Yes… cough, cough… there’s another person in here as well!” Lucas yelled both heroes ran over into the other room.

“Lucas what the hell happened to you!” Mina screamed  

“I need to get her to safety” Lucas slurred the adrenaline slowly fading from his body. He started to slowly drop down onto the black ground.

“Lucas you need to stop, you’re too hurt,” Mina said picking up Lana “Kiri pick up Lucas and take him to the med bay,” she said.

“No I need to…” his last few words, pushed out as he slowly closed his eyes and fainted from the pain.

Day became night and Lucas had awoken from when he passed out. He sat there with bandages on the right side of his face. He sat there, worried about Lana he couldn’t think straight.

“I’m so clueless, damn it” he bit in anger, tears stinging the slightly blistered side of his face. The door opened to his room and a Doctor walked in with Lana in a wheelchair, she frantically wheeled herself out of doctor’s grip.

“Lucas!” she screamed with relief, she hugged him, grasping him tight with her joy. “I thought I killed you” she blubbered tears running down her face. She rolled back and looked at his arm and face, she gasped in shock. “Did I do this to you?” she said quietly.

“No this was not your fault Lana, it was over my arrogance and ignorance for the worst to happen” he wiped the tears from her face. “I can repair my burns with my nano-bots, however…” he lifted her head by her chin “I’ll need some help with a few things” he chuckled.

She looked up at him her face still damp from her tears “As long as you help me as well” she smiled.

Through the past few years, Lucas had been working on the metal arm that earned him the name Crossguard, Lana started to learn over Lucas and she became his assistant to his research and helped him wherever they went. Soon they became close, their work saved hundreds of heroes’ lives.

A dynamic duo forged in fire and steel.

Lucas woke up with his phone buzzing on his bedside table, lifting the covers he sat upright on the edge of the bed. Looking at the light peering through the cream blinds of the bedroom. He looked over to Lana, peacefully sleeping, he smiled; got up and went to take a shower.

After he finished his shower he went downstairs invest and smart trousers turned the hob on and started to prepare to cook. Switching on the radio it turned onto the news.

“Today 30 people have been injured and 5 have been killed in a train bombing in downtown Musutafu that happened late last night. Witness reports seem to indicate that the men involved were part of a cult or organisation.” Lucas listened along cracking 2 eggs into the frying pan whilst the sizzling bacon cracked and popped, concerned about the news.

“Other witnesses have said that they heard them scream “For the Eye” before detonating the bombs, we go to Hayunji Station with a personal statement from Detective Tsukauchi,” the newscaster said as Lucas took two plates out of the cupboard and placed them on the dining room table.

“I can understand the worrying from the public, and we’re trying to crack down on this organisation with different hero agencies. I’d advise the public to keep an eye out for men in all black with a big red eye on the back of their suits. If these are seen please contact the authorities and we’ll deal with them. Thank You”

Lucas poured 2 glasses of fresh orange and placed a long plate of toast out on the table as well. Turning off the radio he laid out the other condiments. The breakfast was made, with 3 rashes of bacon each, 1 fried egg each with a side of fried tomatoes. He burst the yolk and on Lana’s plate, the yellow liquid seeping out onto the rest of the egg.

He heard her footsteps coming down the stairs, Lucas sat in his chair and started to eat. “Hey honey, how is the arm?” Lana trying to combat jetlag, she stood there in her underwear with one of Lucas’s creased work shirts, her hair looked like untwined rope.

“The pain has gone but I haven’t put it back on yet,” he said drinking from his glass

“So, you’re saying that you did this all with one arm?” she asked scratching her head, sitting down at the table biting into a piece of toast.

“I had been living without my right arm for 1 month” he laughed.

“Well what’s on the agenda today?” she asked poking at her egg

“Well I need to go back to the school as it is opening today so I need to be off soon,” he said placing the fork down on his plate. “However, I do want some help with reaching the arm” he embarrassingly asked.

After Lana finished her breakfast they both got changed.

Lucas re-equipped his arm, he grabbed his trench coat and went to the carpool. “Lucas! Wait!” Lana yelled. “I made you lunch for today! Think of it as a thank you for breakfast” she giggled kissing him on his bearded cheek. “Have a good first day!” she joyfully shouted as the car pulled away.

In the car, he opened up his phone and had a look at the file sent to him on Class 1-B. “I wonder what these fine young heroes have in store for me?” he grinned.

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Here is a doodle I made other the week. Merry Christmas!

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[blackenedinsomnia]

Second Kirimina Fan Fiction

Back at it again with this shit. A Large villain attack has hit Musutafu, the city has spiralled into chaos. Kirishima defends a little girl from a villain. What ensues is what happens next, enjoy! 

Side Note: I have added my OC into this so sorry in advance for the exposition dump. 

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Smoke filled the air around Kirishima, the fire raged around him. Pain coursed through his body every time he tried to move. His mind was full of hysteria, he couldn’t think straight he looked at his body and the braking world around him. His right leg was trapped under rubble and he also had 2 pieces of rusty rebar pierced his left shoulder, his red and bruised body; his left hand broken.  The wind felt like knives against Kirishima, the centre of his body had a cut slowly seeping blood out of his body.

From the crater his body made from where the villain had kicked him, he stood on top of a mound of rubble, the blackened smoke swirling above him, “So much for the Manly Hero!” cackling manically to himself “Luckily that quirk of yours is stopped my blade from doing more damage!” his laughter drowning out the police sirens in the distance “Then again I’ve got to admit, if you didn’t tank that hit I would’ve got that kid” lifting his two-handed sword and slowly worked his way toward Kirishima.

“And that’s just made me more pissed off” dragging his sword across the ground building up speed. “But I’ll make this quick!” he yelled moving into a sprint. Kirishima’s vision and conscious started to waver, drifting in out and out, his last thought was he was going to die.

Just then a green flash hit the back of the villain’s head with immense speed and force, the villain collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash. “Kirishima!” Deku screamed “Hey stay with me Eijirou,” he said lifting the rubble alleviating the pressure.

“Oh My God, Eijirou!” Mina screamed running in panic, almost tripping over the uneven surface and rubble.

“Mina, I’m glad you’re here do you have any medical supplies? I’m out” Deku said moving Kirishima out of the rubble.

“I do, give him to me you need to get this villain to the authorities,” Mina said moving Kirishima resting him on a medical blanket she laid out, she was shaking; panicking, wrapping bandages on his cut. Deku left with the villain towards the police station, Mina was left there with Kirishima. “Shit, shit, it’s not stopping” she whispered in desperation, applying more pressure to his centre.

Kirishima opened his eyes wincing in pain, his sight was restored for a moment, looking up he saw the pink heroin besides him with both palms in the centre of his body. “Mina? Where am I?” Kirishima asked still with a faint tone.

“Kiri!” she gasped reluctantly “I… I’m sorry that I hurt you, it’s just that…” she blubbered, her eyes welled up with relief, wiping her eyes she met his. “I’m glad you’re okay, however, I need you to stay still a slight movement could worsen the wounds” she steadied her nerves.

Kirishima lifted his arm and grabbed Mina’s hand “It’s okay, you can’t hurt me, I know I’m in good hands…” he finished and drifted into unconsciousness, with Mina’s voice drifting into obscurity. Hours passed over, Kirishima awoke to a blinding light. His left arm in a sling and cast, the pain was still present however it was aching all over; he could move but not for long periods of time.

A weight was pressed on his stomach, he lifted himself up to see what it was, it was Mina lying there peacefully with Kirishima’s mask in her held close to her like a lost memento or a childhood toy. A sharp jolt shot up his left side causing him to flinch and groan.

“Oh, so you’re awake” a familiar voice came from the window side. Kirishima looked over to see Fat Gum sat there in his deflated form. Fat Gum was sitting there throwing an apple into the air over and over again, it seemed he had been there for a while. “Have you honestly learnt nothing Kirishima?” he sat there sternly “Geeze, you can’t go without using yourself as a human shield, can you?” he chuckled “Anyway a lot of people have been coming to see you” he passed the apple to Kirishima

“Like who?” he asked taking a bite out of the apple

“Well, Deku came along and was apologizing to you and Mina about leaving you on your own, who else… this guy with blue hair and glasses came in and gave you this basket of fruit, he was really peculiar looking” he pondered.

“Oh, you mean Iida, he was my class president when we were in UA, you might recognise him as Enginium,” Kirishima said finishing the apple, placing it on the bedside table.

“Anyway, you will want to thank Pinky when she finally comes around, she’s been here all night waiting for you to recover” Kirishima looked over at her tired, sleeping body on the bed. Kirishima smiled looking at her, she was an amazing woman.

“I will Gum, I will” he whispered

“Great, I’ll be off it’s too late for me” as he walked out of the door Kirishima looked at the clock, it was 3 AM.

“Shit how long was I out?” he chuckled, watching Fat Gum walk he switched off the hospital room light and laid down. He drifted to sleep again and awoke later on in the morning. It was 10:34 AM, sun glistened through the white long blinds and the fresh breeze rolled through. It was a relief, it was cold but not sharp like before. Looking at the bed Mina wasn’t there, however her fur coat was slung over the chair in the corner.

“Ah Kirishima how goes it?” a well-tailored man in a trench coat walked in with a satchel bag, he had jet black hair it was short on the sides and curly at the front. His beard was well trimmed, which went well with his black-rimmed glasses. Lucas was a German UA Graduate who enrolled on the UA hero course going under the name “CrossGuard”. His quirks are superhuman agility and incomprehensible knowledge.

“Not doing anything too bold or brash I hope” he grinned.

“Ah Lucas, you know me so well” Kirishima laughed.

“Let me get sterile first and calibrate my arm” hanging up his coat he walked up to the sink and rolled up his sleeves. His right sleeve was pulled down to reveal a metal prosthetic going all the way up to Lucas’ s shoulder, different parts of the arm spun up and clicked. Lucas opened his briefcase to show tools and medical supplies inside it.

“I tell you Eiji, it’s such a breath of fresh air being back in Japan,” he said tightening the joint on his right arm.

“Why I thought that being on I Island would be a dream for you?” he said standing up out of his bed “I bet it was working with some of the greats” he exclaimed.

“It is true I got to work with people like David and Elisa Shield and on the occasion Mei Hatsume, it just feels good too but my boots on the ground” Lucas smiled “Now time to examine your progress”.

The check-up lasted 30 minutes after it finished Lucas got up and buttoned back up his top button and sleeves. “Well there is some good news and a little bad news, which would you like first” he smiled taking off his glasses and cleaning them.

“The bad first doc,” Kirishima asked

“Well the bad, is that there is going to be a cast around that arm and a big fucking scar where that villain struck you” he pointed dramatically to his centre “However, the nanites I had injected in you the night before has repaired most of your damaged tissue in your shoulder and the cut” he explained.

“That means” he pushed up his glasses smugly “my research worked!” he grinned “That means you’re free to go”

“Thanks for you help Lucas, I knew I could count on you!” he yelled in glee slapping Lucas on the back.

“Don’t mention it, Kiri, your boss told me specifically to come along and help, so I’m glad I could’ve helped” he smiled back. He grabbed his briefcase and walked towards the door “I’ll have to get to the next few patients, so I can’t stay for long, I’m still based in Japan for now, so if you want a drink some time” he opened the door “call me!” he walked out and waved goodbye.

Kirishima collected his things and went to the main reception, leaving the hospital he caught a taxi to Mina’s apartment. He walked up to her door and prepared himself with a bouquet of flowers he picked up beforehand. “Okay Eijirou, focus,” he said smacking his left cheek, he rang her doorbell and waited.

The footsteps drew ever closer, clacking and turning of the locks made him feel nauseous. “I told you I don’t want to do that interview…” she stopped for a moment, her face turned slightly pale.

“What’s the matter dummy, you look like you’ve seen a ghost” Kirishima smiled with his toothy grin. Mina started to dissolve into a happy cry, she leapt out at him and hugged him.

“Kiri I thought you were a goner” she sniffled “I laid there for hours on end, just to see that you were moving or something” her legs started to tremble as she collapsed to the ground into a pink mess. Kirishima followed he down to the ground and kneeled on his right knee.

“I am truly grateful Mina, you have had to deal with so much other the last few weeks, with the earthquake 2 weeks ago and that break up you had with Suichi, I feel like that has been an extreme burden on your mental state” he laid the flowers on the ground and tilted her head towards his. “I made a promise at that party that I would never leave you” he grabbed both of her hands and bit through the discomfort of his left hand. “Mina you’re the best woman a guy could ask for, you’re kind, caring, bubbly and determined”

He paused for a moment heat was rising from him his heart was beating so fast it was running like a bullet train. Without hesitation, he leant in and kissed Mina on the lips. The silence lasted a few seconds before Kirishima lent back, his heart rate slowed down, he exhaled with a sigh of relief.

“Mina Ashido, I love you”

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Kirimina Fan Fiction

This is a little story I wrote in my spare time, it’s short and sweet and it’s almost complete. This is set when all of Class 1-A are now third years and Mina has gone through a pretty tough break up.

Enjoy

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The day was cold, wind blew the pink coloured curtains and the birds sang softly harmonically with the sunrise. Mina awoke, cold air brushing against her cheeks; rising from her bed she looked around her messy room. Her clothes from the night before were straddled on the floor; tissues were cascaded on her bedside table next to an empty wine bottle. “How much did I drink last night?” she mumbled sinking back into her pillow face first.

The night before her long-time boyfriend Suichi, had been caught cheating with her. She turned around reaching for her phone. “10am, I should really get up” she said to herself.

She got out of her bed and switched her lamp on and walked to the bathroom and started to prepare a bath. Flashes of the night before kept coming to her mind, the man she had loved for 2 years, walking with another woman made her feel sick and discouraged to do anything.

After getting her breakfast she stepped into the bath and slowly sunk in, submerging until her nostrils almost went under. “That good for nothing jerk!” she bubbled. Today was a Saturday, Mina’s day off, she was saving this day for a day out with Suichi.

“I was looking forward to today and he blew it!” she thought, suddenly the landline rang. Mina jolted her head out of the water with a gasp of air. Lifting herself out of the tub she wrapped a towel around herself and jolted to the phone. She quickly answered it in a fumble, almost tripping on the carpet.

“Yes, hello?” she said calmly

“Hey Mina, how’s it going?” a bubbly voice responded

“Oh, hi Ochaco, not too bad I guess” she whispered

“Look, Mina I know what happened to you last night and I am sorry, it must be really degrading having all of this commitment thrown away” she said softly “That’s why I am calling you I want to help you get over that idiot, I’m planning to invite Jirou and Momo and maybe some of the boys; if you’re up for it?”

Mina paused looking blankly at the wall, her lack of motivation weighing her down like an anchor. “Uh, Mina?” Ochaco asked, trying to break the awkward silence. Mina snapped out of her trance.

“Oh yeah, that would be fun! At what time are you thinking of going out?” she exclaimed.

“Well I thought it would be good if we stayed at your place?” she sheepishly questioned

“Oh well I’ll go and clean up now!” she giggled

“Well we’ll be arriving at your place for 6pm, so we’ll see you then!” she gleefully cheered

“Okay Ochaco see you later” she put the phone down and walked toward her bedroom.

Time throughout the day passed, the apartment was cleaned down and the clock was about to tick over to 5pm, Mina sat on her makeup stool. Spraying her neck with fragrance and rapping a set of pink beads on her right horn. She was wearing a black fluffy jumper with white jeans on, applying some lipstick on she heard a knock at her door. “Who could that be?” she pondered

Another knock at the door proceeded again forcing Mina off her stool “Okay! I’m coming!” she yelled striding towards the door, unlocking it and then swing it open. “Geeze, I thought you said you would be here at si….” Before she could finish her sentence, she realized who was at the door.

“Hey, Mina long time no see” Kirishima laughed

She looked up and down at him from head to toe, his hair was just as pointy and red as the last time she saw him. He was wearing Dark red trench coat wearing a red scarf. He wore black jeans with a pair of red trainers and a brown satchel brag strapped around his shoulder. “So uh, can I come in?” Kirishima said quietly.

“Oh! Of course, make yourself at home” snapping out of her fixed state. Kirishima walked in and had a look around at her apartment’s dining room and living room.

“Oh Mina I almost forgot here” he opened his bag and pulled out some Sake “For tonight” his shark-like teeth.

“Thanks Kirishima, place on the table other there,” Mina said “Would you like a drink whilst you’re here? I mean everyone should be here in an hour” getting two beer cans out of the fridge.

“Yeah sure” he placed the bottle on the table and sat on one of the sofas, he had a look around at the apartment. For what it was the apartment was quite spacious, the kitchen and living area was combined into one with a dining table in the middle with four chairs.

“I like your coat Kirishima, it looks good on you” Mina smiled bringing the drinks and placing them on the coffee table.

“Thanks Mina, I saw it in a clothes shop and thought it looked like something Crimson Riot would wear” he grinned flexing his right arm in admiration. “Anyway, Mina how are you finding the work out in the field?” he asked cracking open the beer can.

“You know, it’s super fun people keep coming up to me in the street and ask for photos and whatnot” she giggled “however I have seen terror, like when I had to save people in that earthquake in Kamino” she sighed opening the beer can and taking a large sip.

“I saw you, you know free people from the wreckage” he said looking down at his feet “I didn’t want to interrupt you looked distressed” he looked back up at her and looked at her eyes “I can see why you were looking forward to that day off with Suichi” Kirishima said through his gritted teeth. “That bastard never deserved you any…” a banging at the door interrupted him mid-speech.

“Hang on Kirishima, I’m coming!” Mina leaped from the sofa and went unlock the door. She opened the door and there stood a loud looking man. “What took you so long raccoon eyes!?” Bakugo shouted.

“Oh hey Katsuki, nice to see you too” she said sarcastically

“Sorry for that Mina Bakugo is little bit on edge recently” Ochaco appeared from behind him.

“Ochaco what are you doing with Bakugo!” she squealed

“Ah it’s not like that Mina! We were in the same area and went to go and get a quick drink before coming here” she flustered her hands waving frantically. “He’s dating Camie who went to Shinketsu High, remember her Mina?” she rebutted

“Not like you were pinning after me bubble girl!” he yelled back “You would sleep like you were tryin’ to catch a cold” Ochaco slapped him on the arm. As they bickered in the doorway 2 others joined near the door way.

“Hey guys” Jiro spoke out, she stood beside Momo. Momo was wearing a long cream trench coat wearing a read and white plaid scarf. Jiro was wearing a black leather jacket with black skinny jeans, the rest of her outfit consisted of a purple top, shoes and scarf.

“Come on in please all of you, you’re letting out all of the heat!” Mina said rushing everyone inside. “So Ochaco where is Deku then, I would’ve though he would be coming along?” Mina questioned

“Oh you know how busy he is nowadays, being a top contender for number one hero, you really have no off time” she smiled. “And I though Todoroki was coming as well Momo?” she asked.

“Well he has work to do at the offices, with the earthquakes and the recent villains he’s faced over the last month he has to fill out a lot of paperwork” she sighed “But he does have a day off tomorrow” she lightly smiled.

“Woah what’s with that smile Yaoyorozu? Thinking of some alone time with Shoto?” Kirishima smirked

“Kiri!” Jiro yelled in embarrassment

“No not at all, well Shoto has invited me to a meal with my Mother and Father with his family, Fuyimi, his Father and Mother will be there as well. But I’m not sure about his brother…”  she said as she handed Mina two bottles of wine and a bottle of Gin.

Throughout the night all the group were drinking the night away with laughter and card games to pass the time. Seconds went into minutes, minutes went into hours and as the night ended, something was still eating away at Mina. Was it that she was jealous of other peoples relationships, she felt so bitter and alone; the alcohol wasn’t helping.

The time was midnight and everyone’s energy was sapped up by the fatigue of the passing week. Bakugo and Ochaco were sat on the sofa together, laying on each other; Ochaco carelessly drooling on Bakugo’s shirt. Jiro and Momo had left for the evening and the only barely conscious ones were Mina and Kirishima.  Then there was a knock at the door, Mina stumbled up to get the door. “Oh, hi Mina sorry for being this late!” Izuku smiled

“No it’s fine, thanks for coming for them with your busy schedule and all” she gleamed back

“Hey Ururaka our ride is here” Bakugo grunted lifting her off the couch

“DEKU!” she yelled “Why didn’t you come, I missed you so much” she leaped into his arms

“Hey honey, not so loud okay?” he said trying to quiet down her “Right I’ll get these two out of here for you” he smiled

“Well it’s good to see you Midoria” she smiled rubbing her eyes

“Nice to see you too Mina” he smiled waving goodbye with Ochaco on his back

“Bye Mina!” she yelled like a child waving frantically.

Closing the door, she locked the door and sat back down with Kirishima. Mina lent on the dining room table with her cheek in her right-hand palm. Her amber pupils pierced his peripheral vision, making him blush. “Mina why are you looking at me like that?” he asked quietly

“You’re hair it’s so cool…” her voice almost was slurred in speech

“Mina you know I styled because of you, ya know?” he whispered running his fingers through his hair with a tinge of embarrassment.

“Really?” she said back lifting her head to eye level with Kirishima “I made you change your hair”

“Well yeah, when I saw you protect your friends so valiantly against that big villain all those years ago, I felt weak, I felt helpless, I was a disgrace to my idol” he got closer to her, grabbing her hands and laying them on the table. “And when I saw you protecting those civilians from that robber and you helping those trapped in the earthquake” he got ever closer to her “I saw who I wanted and needed to become” Mina felt silent for a moment

“Eijiro that’s a lot for me to process” she said taking the top of her jumper and covering her mouth with it. Kirishima smiled at her, Mina buried herself further into her jumper and closed her eyes. She felt Kirishima’s arms wrap around her, his warmth enveloping her in his admiration for her.

“I won’t leave you…”

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First, try at a full body with Pinky in some Red Riot Merch

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BAMF right here. He is the best homeroom teacher fucking fight me

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The First of Many