"'Haku', the one thing that matters the most to you."

                                                  “‘Haku’.” 

   “The absolute highest value. The manifestation of wishes.”                      “It also means the form of souls.”

        “You attach it to The One Thing That Matters the Most to You.”

|| A BnHA-Oriented Multi-Muse RP/Ask Side-Blog ||                       || featuring Nanachi & Faputa ||

About BnHA!Nanachi || About BnHA!Faputa || Rules || Written By: Embi

Selective; NSFW/18+ Lenient; Multi-ship Friendly; FANDOM-RESTRICTED (BnHA & MiA canon/-versed/OC’s only); Manga-Consistent (both)

Side-Blog of @embidoesbnharp​

“ Are you FUCKING crazy?! “ Ray growled in response to Nanachi’s idea. However, there was no time to think with how fast-paced everything was going. He had no choice but to put the same level of trust into Nanachi’s plan, just as they did to his. This entire ordeal was becoming more and more of a nightmare, but they were running out of options which were limited from the get-go. Dropping himself into a crouch, Ray dove back towards the direction where all the commotion was coming from. The taste of iron was still strong within his mouth, but his current predicament nearly made it tasteless as his mind was a buzz. Scrambling to his feet, the kid darted off back towards where Faputa was. Luckily for them, it wasn’t too far off since that creature was bulldozing through the city traffic, albeit at a slower pace than earlier within their chase. Please work, please work…! Heart drumming into his ear, Ray ducked down and dove straight into mass of cars to his right before colliding face-first into Faputa. Yet no matter how out of breath he was, there was not a split second to waste. Behind him, he could hear people yelling and the sheer beast-like sound coming from that creature as both groups crashed into each other. Once more, the kid was off in a sprint and he could only hope Nanachi was still following ever so closely behind him. He didn’t want to risk looking back when there was also so much chaos going on around himself. Plus, Ray was already busy trying to weave around cards before ultimately making his way back towards another crowded sidewalk. His own throat was growing numb with a burning ache due to lack of hydration at this point. Just a little further! A simple phrase that kept repeating in his head the entire time. All he had to do was add onto the distance between himself and the mess that was now at that crosswalk. It wasn’t until his own legs gave out the moment he made towards a relatively quiet housing area. He had to drag himself just a few more inches until finally slumping his body against the coolness of a concrete wall. Despite all the adrenaline that was still pumping through his body, even Ray could see his own body trembling in both fear and exhaustion.

Faputa was growing increasingly impatient and frustrated. All this traffic, all these civilians and all their panic-induced attention were distracting her from her main objective because they were Just. So. Goddamn in the way. Every car she threw into a building; every human she shoved into the ground -- all of it had this annoying ripple effect that brought more attention---and thus, more obstacles---to her. At this rate, she was going to lose sight of her mission altogether. That is, until Ray ran face-first into her side.

“YOU!!” Faputa’s attention rebounded, all the commiotion around her ignored as she honed in on the boy and remembered his part of this fruitless hunt. It’s his fault Faputa wasn’t able to find her target right off the bat, and his fault her target escaped into the city where she’s now warranted too much attention to flee unidentified! Faputa should have killed him right from the start!

“It’s your fault!! Everything here is all your fault!!” Faputa reared back one of her clawed forelimbs, only for it to get shot at by this new batch of distractions running in from the same direction Ray had come from. Again. Something stopped her from earning her kill again. And this time, she could sense that these damned idiots were basically trying to steal her kill! Dammit! Dammit!! “TO HELL WITH YOU ALL!!”

“Hahh... So she really is easy to provoke after all.” With a huff, Nanachi finally managed to regroup with Ray. Truth to be told, they had to break away in order to avoid a car and some panicked, fleeing feet or two, but they never lost track of where the other had gone. Part of them felt bad that they couldn’t get Ray to avoid Faputa---it should’ve been Nanachi to get her attention instead---but it seemed like the improvised plan worked either way. Faputa thinks those men are after her ‘kill’, and that’s all they needed to get those two against each other since she’s one hell of a force to be reckon with. “Sorry, that could’ve gone a whole lot worse... Let’s just.. get out of here while we're still off their radars.”

They say that, but... If they had to be honest, part of them wanted to stay and observe the fight just a little longer. They highly doubted this would be the last time they’d ever see Faputa again, so any bit of info they could glean from the fight would surely help the next time they had to deal with her. Those small, yellow eyes remained glued to the fight, watching as Faputa tanked everything they put into taking her down. Anything, any details at all...! ...! The wounds on Faputa... They’re...

       Shigaraki went off to go prepare food. Probably a steak with some curry. He would let his new companion explore as much as she liked.

     From the hall way, across from the room she was at, was another room, Shigaraki’s room. Inside is where the animals were, laying on the bed, snoozing away.

     To the left of the room the hall way stretched on, another room next the Shigaraki’s room. Inside were girl toys and posters and the sorts. It looked like Shigaraki had a young girl with him. It was Eri’s room, but due to how others have taken a liking to her, she stayed in the mansion now at the liberation front. He just never bothered to change the room up.

    At the end of the hall way led into another room, a large room with bookshelves everywhere filled with games and game systems. There was a large couch in the middle of the room facing a large flat screen TV. There were also figurines scattered everywhere, mostly from various anime he’s watched.

     From Shigaraki’s bedroom full of sleeping pets, to the bedroom of some absent figure she could faintly smell the scent of, to even that puzzling room full of interesting consoles and creepy figurines with such soulless eyes... The new inhabitant studied each one rather curiously -- well, except for the gaming room. She couldn’t handle all those figurines staring at her. Faputa made sure not to wake any of the pets, either. Thanks to her skills and transformative abilities, she could take a close look at all three of ‘em without alerting them of her presence.

     “..Your home is a strange one, sosu.” Before long, Faputa had wandered into the kitchen to find the man there cooking up something delicious. She watched him work the stove from the side, her head tilted to look at the flames underneath. “One room has the faint scent of another person, full of soft things and pictures, while another one doesn’t look like it’s meant for sleeping...”

     Shigaraki didn’t mind if her head moved. He mostly said that so she wouldn’t jerk away when he was decaying it all. He still wasn’t used to controlling his decay if he didn’t have contact with what he was decaying. If she moved away from his decay, then she could decay herself.

      A smile stretched on his lips. That’s what he was hoping to hear. For her to be in debt to him. Not to simply thank him and run off. He could think of how to get even. She could certainly help him out if she joined his ranks. But first, he had to learn more about her

      “What horrible people. It’s worse that people just stood by and let it happen. For all this time, it seems I’m the only one to have helped you… When other heroes and even people are capable of breaking restrains with their quirks. Not all, but there’s probably a lot… It seems you’re another one society has turned their back to.. Not even offering you any help,” Shigaraki scoffed.

    He raised a palm, “Hate fuels strength. When you hate someone or something, it will make you stronger and drive you further to kill them. Keep that hatred close, one day, it will be useful to you when you face these white robbed people…” 

    The king slowly rose, dusting off his pants legs from kneeling on the ground. “Perhaps if you were to join me, we can rid of these white robbed people… I want to destroy everything after all. Hearing these people have your mother and did this to you makes me sick.”

     Ah.. he had a point. A very good point, really. Granted, Faputa wasn’t exactly a cooperative individual. She was prone to lashing out by default, something that would’ve deterred any normal law-abiding citizen and resulted in heroes coming in to stop her. Still, no one dared to reach out to her, even during times when they could’ve actually swayed her into cooperating. It’s probably because of the way she looked. She definitely looked like some kind of savage if not a monster at all, and no one wanna associate with something like that. But that’s besides the point.

     Somehow, she could feel that this man perfectly understood her aggressive nature, probably even more than she did herself. Faputa was born out of pure hatred and resentment, after all. For some reason, it’s all she’s ever known, just this feeling of absolute hate, along with some desire to kill. Now that she’s no longer held back by those restraints, she could technically do whatever she wanted now, right...?

     “...Faputa does want to kill the people in white robes... All the people that let me and Mother suffer, they should all get what they deserved, sosu.” Talking to herself apparently helped her think it out, because before long, she’d nodded her head for an answer.

     “Yes, I can, I don’t need any keys to release you. I have my quirk to do that,” he replied, coming a bit closer to the girl and then crouched in front of her.

     “No, I’m not with anyone with robes. I’m just a passerby who heard you having a temper and decided to see what was going on,” he explained. He slowly reached out a placed one digit on one of the retrains on her hand. “So.. want me to get rid of these? It’s very easy for me to do. Just don’t flail around when I do it. I need full contact with you while I get rid of these things…”

     Her eyes narrowed if just to get a better sense of Shigaraki’s intent. This man... He definitely radiated a lot of power. Faputa could practically feel it. His Quirk must be just as strong as hers. Contrary to how she’d usually react, she didn’t lash out to force him to retract his reach. For once, she found herself curious. Maybe even a bit hopeful, too. It was enough to override her tendencies towards aggression.

“You should really eat something regardless…”

“If your stomach’s growling like that, you must have been a while now without a good meal. And what do you mean, trick? Is someone after you?”

He gently placed one hand on the smaller’s shoulder,

“My name is Jowi, I’m a Hero… I want to make sure you’re alright. Just… calm down. I’m not gonna hurt you, and that’s a promise.”

    Nanachi found themself instinctively tensing up at Jowi’s hand reaching out. Just the mere sight of a person’s hand looming over their head brought out unpleasant memories. Their body remained frozen in place until they felt it rest on their little shoulder, but even then, they anxiously cracked their eyes open to look up at him thereafter.     Well, he hasn’t been giving off any intent that bore ulterior motives so far...

    “..S..omeone’s.. after me, yeah...” Cautious as they were, they decided to confide in this guy a little, this supposed hero. They didn’t really care about the title, truth to be told. As far as they knew, not even heroes were an exception to the evil deeds a person can commit. Who knows what affiliations this guy had behind his back.

     Shigaraki had things to think about. Things to plan. He came to a stand still however, and decided to go for a walk. Usually getting some fresh air refreshed his mind and allowed thoughts to flow easier. As he walked along the path, he heard the sounds of what seemed like an angry animal. Someone wasn’t happy…

    At first Shigaraki was going to ignore it. It was probably some animal stuck in a trap, it wasn’t his problem. It wasn’t like the animal would know he helped it and owed him in return. It would run off and that would be the end of it. But then he heard a pound in the ground, and a voice yelling. He turned his head to the sound and carried his feet towards the voice.

     “Oh? Hate? That’s a very good thing to carry with you, you know?” Shigaraki spoke as he came into view, coming closer to the stranger. He pointed a slim finger at the retrains, “Those look rather annoying… I can take them off for you, if you’d like?” All he would have to do is decay them, and control the decay to stop her from being decayed.

     Faputa’s tantrum came to an abrupt halt the second she sensed someone approach. Her head tilted back as she continued to lie back against the ground, and she soon caught sight of the man in question. Wait. Was hate actually a good thing to have? Well, made sense if she was practically born with it, at least to her knowledge...

     “...! You can?” In an instant, the six-limbed creature quickly rolled onto her knees. An eager look crossed her face, but then she took a moment to reflect and reconsider her reaction. “..Wait, how? You don’t look like you have the key things those people use for it. Faputa would take them off herself, but they put stuff in these ring things to stop me from healing...”

“Hey, hey... it’s alright... I just wanted to know if you were lost, or hurt... you look a little rough...” he held his hands up to show that he wasn’t trying to hurt them.

“Are you... hungry? I can get you something to eat? I mean, we must have just ran like... four miles, or something. You’re pretty fast.”

H..Huh? Wha...?? J-Just now, they were so sure this guy was some pawn sent by that bastard to bring them back... Did they really misunderstand? Can't really blame them, though -- Nanachi's been going days without proper sustenance, after all. It was making them so tired as they continued to try and get by with their personal mission. That's on top of them already being paranoid about their surroundings, too. They've really pushed themself too far this time.

Still, they weren't one to trust a stranger so easily. Nanachi continued to keep their guard up, and would've kept that going if only they weren't so hungry. God, they wanted something to eat so bad. And also something to drink, too.

"Y..You can't trick me. I'm not gonna agree just 'cause food is involv--" --Ah, there goes their stomach, growling in defiance for the promised sustenance.

No, no, no nO NO--! This can't be happening, not when they've stayed hidden so well and for so long...!! It didn't matter how many sharp, winding and confusing turns they took in and out of public -- this damn guy definitely must've had some kind of tracking Quirk, 'cause he was cutting them off of their route with each frantic split-second decision they'd make. Each cut-off would have him one step closer to them than the last. Either Nanachi's tactics were getting predictable, or their exhaustion was just finally catching up to them. Before long, they were tumbling forward from tripping over their own feet, panting and gasping for air despite trying to continue going forward, even if it meant dragging their ass in the process. Soon enough, their pursuer's shadow was looming over them, causing them to look back with a frantic glare.

"Nnaa--! Ss-Stay away! Don't come any closer--!!" They cannot go back to that hell with devil's incarnate at any cost! They can't! They absolutely can't!!

"Nnnghhrrrghgrhhrgrhh!!!!" It was like watching a rabid beast flail and throw a fit, simply because the bracelet-looking restraints on her neck as well as every joint of her limbs were constantly getting on her nerves. They're just so god damn annoying, digging into her skin and limiting her movements. If it weren't for the Quirk-suppressing vials they each had, she would've already tore off her own limbs just to remove them.