Dynamite And A Laserbeam - Redux

Vol 2 - 7: Invasion At The USJ - Part 1

[Invasion at the USJ – Part 1]

"You shitty little brat! What the fuck did you do?!"

"I-I was j-just hungry! I-I—"

A hand came flying down on a young Yoshihara as she was smacked across the face and sent flying into the stove behind her. She cried out in pain, as her mother, who was covered in shadow, narrowed her golden, hate-filled eyes, which were the only thing visible to her.

"I don't give a shit, you snot-nosed brat! You eat when I say you can eat, you sleep when I say you can sleep! I told you what would happen if you didn't obey. You know what that means, right?" As her mother said that, she reached for her pocket. The young Yoshihara's eyes widened.

Not that... anything but that! She'd even do it again if it meant not having that happen!

"N-No! P-Please I—"

"Too late, brat, you've pissed me off. You know the rules, now get over here!" As her mother said that, she drew out a knife, inched closer to the little girl, and then...!

Yoshihara jolted up from her bed, sweat travelling down her face as she hyperventilated. She hiked her blankets up over herself as her eyes scanned the room, only to find that she wasn't back there. She was home, and she was safe. Yoshihara sighed, letting go of the blankets as they fell haphazardly as she got out of bed.

Drowzily, Yoshihara got out of her pyjamas and got changed into her clean uniform. She was going to forgo the shower this morning, seeing as she had one when she got home, and immediately afterward she went straight to bed, skipping out on supper.

The Heroics 101 class yesterday had been rather boring. All Might taught it as usual, and all it had been was a test to see who performed best in a hostage rescue situation. It was a solo affair, and out of everyone in the class, she had scored toward the bottom, three spots away from Kirishima Eijirou.

She wasn't shocked by the outcome. Out of all the "hostages" she saved, only 3 out of the 7 of them survived, and she had been far too sloppy with how she had saved them. All Might had given her some tips, and she took them to heart. Next time such a class would happen, she'd do better. She knew she would.

Although, out of everything that had happened that day, she hadn't expected. At the end of the class, just as they were heading out, when she was walking with Kujo, Jirou had approached them. At first, she thought that something was going to down, especially with how hostile she was on the first and second day of classes toward Kujo.

But, instead of that, she apologized. Bowed her head and everything. Something came to light and she found out something that she, apparently, wasn't supposed to. Kujo, being a far better person than she would've been, accepted her apology, and Jirou followed it up by asking to talk again at a later date. And then, they returned to homeroom, got dismissed by Aizawa-Sensei, and the rest was history.

When she got downstairs, she greeted Kayama-san, or, Mom, with a quick wave as she walked upstairs to go do something. Whatever that something was, Yoshihara didn't want to know nor did she care. When she walked into the kitchen, she looked around for some eggs to make an omelet, and as she did, she mulled over recent events, specifically relating to her far too frequent for comfort nightmares.

How many times had she been having those nightmares as of late? At least three times in the past two weeks or so. She had one the night before she was attacked by Inko, and she had one the night before the incident with Taro happened. Once was a coincidence, twice was a pattern. On top of that, her shoulder had been acting up as well, and once again, it was in the same pattern.