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Daughter of a Hero

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 "Before we begin, I must give you all some fair warnings on what will become and what we must do." Yume told Nezu, Ryō and, joining the group, Shōta, Hizashi, Nemuri... And, Detective Tsukauchi and Toshinori, as they all circled the two sleeping teenagers.

Their refusal to cooperate and allow Dream Weaver to aid them, even after giving their explanation for their concern the Dream Hero when she intends to help bring out their greatest fears to help them conquer their living nightmares, resulted on calling Midnight to knock them out with her Somnambulist Quirk. But of course, both fought to not breathe in the sleep fragrance, even going as far as to panic and try to escape Nezu's office... If Sierra's father and Hizashi hadn't stood over the door and bound them with Aizawa's capture weapon, Erasing their Quirk with his own Quirk should his daughter were to contemplate on turning into an animal and attacking while in her fight-or-flight mechanism.

Izuku went down first, since Midnight's Quirk is more effective towards males than females. Sierra took much longer to go down. Not just because she's a female, but going as far as to curl herself into a tight ball to not breathe in much of the fragrance and digging her face into the scarfs to cover the lower-half of her face, biting into the strong material of her father's weapon to free herself. In the end, Nezu used pressure points on the sides of her neck and base of her skull to knock her out... Much to his deepest regret on using force on the fourteen year-old girl he imprinted as his niece, but knew he made the right call when he saw the clear signs of her going into fight mechanism when she couldn't use flight.

Hoping it would subconsciously calm the both of them down, they pushed the two couches together and laid the god-siblings together... Hizashi and Nemuri ended up taking pictures of the cute scene of Sierra curling up against Izuku, who unconsciously wrapped both his arms around her and resting his head on top of her's. While it may look cute and innocent, Shōta saw the insecurity the two have.

'They know they're not in their homes,' he thought. 'They don't feel safe, but they can still feel the other is close by and sought out each other to protect one another. -He reached a hand out and stroked the top of his daughter's head, which resulted the girl pull away from his hand and bury her face into Izuku's chest, a small whimpering sound could be heard from the girl. It broke his heart.- Even when unconscious, they still rely on each other for support and protection.'

"Once I enter their thoughts and memories, you'll be able to see what I'll be seeing." Yume explained, holding up her crystal ball. "The moment I'll encounter the start of their nightmares, the fox leaf will absorb every data and characteristics the nightmare has over them. In that moment, I won't be aware on what's real and what's a memory, becoming one with their past selves."

"Will they know what's going on?" Nemuri asked, gently running her fingers through Izuku's hair.

"In a way, they will." Yume answered. "And since I'll be bringing up their past through their dreams, there's a chance that they'll react as they would when experiencing a terrifying nightmare. But, my Quirk will prevent them from waking up until I pull myself out of their subconscious."

"...And you're sure that it's safe?" Hizashi asked, not enjoying being part of putting his niece through this predicament, even though that it's to help her and Izuku to deal with their PTSD.

"I assure you, Present Mic, that they won't be harmed in any way." Dream Weaver replied, waving him off, being a bit offended that he would not put in that much faith in her. "The only thing that we need to be concern about is if they, subconsciously, activate their Quirks to force themselves to wake up. Should that ever come to be, I trust everyone in the room to subdue them and make sure no harm comes to the three of us."

"Of course, Dream Weaver." Detective Tsukauchi reassured, handing over a leather-collar for her to put on around her neck. "And you'll be able to capture all that goes on in their subconscious?"

Yume nodded her head, putting the collar on and pressing a button to the right-side of her neck, turning on the recording device.

"So long as nobody removes it from my body, it'll remain active and will see what I see. -She gave the detective a nervous look.- Is it wise for us to be doing this? I know you want to gather as much information as you can about the villains who abused her, but I fear you'll be breaking her trust and pressuring her to reveal what she can or cannot remember. From what I've been told about her reaction when the villains attacked, it's very likely that she's now just remembering what occurred and could very well still be regaining memories that were locked away for so long."

"Trust me, Yume-chan, none of us wants to do this." Tsukauchi replied, looking very guilty. "However, because their target is All Might and one of them intends to kidnap Sierra to wherever their hideout is, we need to gather as much information as we can to better protect her and find their hideout quicker than wasting time looking for a needle in a haystack."

Shōta sent a glare to Toshinori, who sat over Izuku's head, laying a bony-hand on the teen's back.

'This wouldn't had happened, if he hadn't decided to waste his three hours saving people in the morning and actually shown up to the U.S.J. with us.' He thought, laying a hand back on her, this time on her right-shoulder.

Izuku groaned when sensing a new warmth resting near his right-hand and, with a slight pout, pulled himself up over the upper-half of Sierra's body, curling himself into a ball to shield her head and shoulder with his own.

Toshinori sighed at the scene, lightly chuckling at his successor's action to keep his god-sister safe from harm, even when she isn't in danger.

"Even if she understands why you chose this path, it is still unwise to do this." Yume commented. "Whether you're doing this to make amends for not stopping one of her abusers that resulted her mother to die, or hoping to get an edge to finding the one who plotted the attack at the U.S.J., the consequences of the results you'll find will most likely make you wish you waited for her to tell you on her own when she's ready."

"I have to agree with Yume on this." Ryō growled out his response, glaring at the collar around the woman's neck, as he leaned on the back of the couch that Sierra laid in. "Breaking the trust of a pup, a traumatized pup in this case, is not something you should ever do. No matter how important the answers you seek you believe it to be, she'll end up closing herself off from those she just started to open up to. It's a miracle that she's even allowing herself to get close to us, considering what she went through as a toddler. -He turned to Aizawa, who kept his attention focused on his sleeping daughter.- And Aizawa, even though you got her back into your life, remember: You only had her back for a few days. That's not enough for you to learn everything about her, let alone gain her full trust to know her secrets."

Shōta glared at Ryō.

"You don't think I don't know that?" He said, keeping his voice down, despite knowing Nemuri's Quirk will keep the two teenagers asleep, even if they were to be in a room full of loud, obnoxious people screaming in their ears. "Since finding out what she's been through, even before learning she's my daughter, all I ever wanted is for her to trust me enough to tell me her secrets. That's why I chose to bond with her, and have her decide when she's ready to tell me about her past... I never intended to learn about her past through this, let alone be watching what occurred during her childhood. The only thing I'll be happy, is to find out what the bastard looks like."

Tsukauchi gave him a stern look.

"He's in Tartarus and won't be getting out anytime soon, Eraser Head." He informed the fuming father, sharing the same anger he held over the villain he put into jail ten years ago. "However, should he ever get out, I'll make certain to contact you first."

Yume let out a tiring sigh, before staring down at the two teenagers.

"I'll start with Midoriya-kun, first." She announced. "Even when unconscious, should she focus her attention to comforting him, it'll probably aid the both of them to calm her down and better prepare herself, when it's her turn."

Toshinori felt the butterflies rumbling in his stomach. He was very nervous to find out what sort of fear, or past event would trigger his successor to do the unthinkable... He didn't want to believe that this green-haired, freckled-face of sunshine that entered his life, was so depressed... If he didn't see the faint markings of self-inflicted scars on Izuku's arm, while Recovery Girl patched him up from Sierra biting at his arm.

'Whatever it is that did you wrong in the past, Young Midoriya, we're all here to help you get past it.' He vowed, moving his bony-hand to rest it on top of the boy's right-hand that held on tight to Sierra's shoulder. 'You're going to get better, my boy... Because... I am here... With you.'

"Once I'm no longer responsive, no matter what happens, none of you must make any contact with the orb." Yume warned, going over to sit in-between Shōta and Toshinori, resting both her hands on each of the teenagers' heads. The crystal ball rest in her lap.

"Yume." Ryō growled out, a low whimper made out. "...Be careful."

Seeing the slight blush on the Dream Hero's face, along with the clear sign of concern on Hound Dog's face he has for her, Nemuri made the immediate assumption that the two are a couple and barely contained herself from cheering or gushing on how cute the two are being right now.

Nodding back to the Hound Hero, Dream Weaver closed her eyes... Thirty seconds later, she opened them up, her silver-eyes turned into golden-amber and the white of her eyes went pitch-black.

A green-aura surrounded the crystal ball in her lap, which then started to float and levitated itself above the two teens. The fox leaf within the ball went from green to dark-purple, its leaves pulling apart from the midrib and veins and swiftly circled themselves inside the orb, until all the adults saw was nothing but the blackish-purple color.

Yume let out a deep gasp, startling most of the Pro Heroes from her sudden reaction, and fell backwards into the arms of Nemuri and Hizashi, both of which were taken back by her collapsing but allowed their quick reflexes to catch the gypsy-like woman.

Ryō went to them and scooped the woman into his arms, taking the woman to a third couch next to the window.

"What just happened?!" Midnight asked, a little shaken and concerned on what just happened.

"It appears she just entered Midoriya-kun's subconscious." Nezu, who stood on the other side of the two couches, answered, pointing a paw at the floating crystal ball. "Look."

All looked to where he was pointing to, and saw the small imagery of Yume within the crystal ball, walking straight within the darkness that surrounds her.

"Looks like she's in." Hizashi speculated, handing a pillow to Ryō to rest underneath Dream Weaver's head, before taking a seat next to Nemuri behind Shōta. "Now, what?"

"...We wait." Tsukauchi answered, taking his seat beside Toshinori. "And we watch."


In the Subconscious World; Izuku's Mind...
She walks through the darkness... She always hated the dark... And at the same time, she embraces it.

There's a light at the end of the tunnel... And within the light, her destination to what lies ahead of Izuku Midoriya's cause to self-harming.

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...She finds herself at a park... On the ground, in the dirt.

Three boys stood over her... More specifically, over a four year-old Izuku Midoriya. He wore an orange-shirt, with an image of All Might on front, holding up a thumbs up, dark-blue shorts and black and white sneakers.

"Stupid Deku!" The whitish-blonde boy yelled, pointing a finger at the younger-boy that he pushed to the ground. He wore a dark-blue shirt, dark-brown shorts and black-shoes... His red-eyes made her feel sick to her stomach.

Behind him, a thinner-boy with short-brown hair, wearing a purple-hat and a heavier boy with a shaved head, snickered at the boy on the ground.

Yume finds herself fighting tears, as pulses of scrapes and bruises formed on Izuku's body.

"W-Why are you being so m-mean, Kacchan?" Izuku asked, picking himself off the ground... His efforts left him being kicked from behind and pinned to the ground by the one he called Kacchan.

'Kacchan' simply smirked at him, satisfied at the painful grunts he forces the younger-boy to make, as he dug the heel of his footwear into the boy's back.

"You're pathetic, Deku." The boy replied, stomping on the boy's back before he got bored and started walking away from the child. His lackeys following him, not bothering to look and see the boy curling himself into a ball... Coughing a few drops of blood from his mouth.

"What a weakling!"

"Quirkless wannabes are so pathetic!"

Izuku silently let the tears spill from his eyes, whimpering as the pain in his back and stomach made it impossible for him to try and get up.

Yume felt sick to her stomach.

'What is wrong with those children?!' She wondered, glaring at the three for walking away after they beat the poor boy up for no apparent reason. 'They had no right, no reason at all, to bully another child like that!'

"Zu!" A small-voice called out before Yume, stunned as she saw a three year-old Sierra Aizawa running to her god-brother.

In a white-shirt, with images of butterflies all over the background, a short jean-skirt and dark-brown flat sandals, the toddler ran as fast as her little legs could carry.

"Ra Ra..." Izuku whispered, unable to do anything but let his tears stream down his face and allow the three year-old to kneel beside him and hug him.

"Zu..." The little girl said, nuzzling her head against his, her tears joining his at seeing the terrible sight of Kacchan and his followers picking on her god-brother... All because he doesn't have a Quirk.

Yume found herself embracing the little girl back, wincing at the feeling of sand rubbing into the cuts, but made no move to brush them off.

You deserve it, for being Quirkless!

She gasped at the voice that popped into her mind... Her eyes flashing great sadness, realizing what it was.

'...That's how it all started... The cause to his fears... His pain.'

Behind her, she can feel something pulling her away from the two toddlers comforting each other. She cannot linger here, anymore... She needs to continue on.

...The black consumes her eyes ...

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...She's in a school... Elementary...

"Alright, children, who wants to tell us what kind of hero they want to be when they grow up?" A woman with flower-petals and vines for hair asked the small children, resulting everyone to raise their hands in the air... Izuku included, sitting in the back of the classroom... All by himself. Excitement filled his emerald-green eyes, desperately hoping he would be picked and tell everybody he hopes to become like All Might.

...As expected, and to no surprise, the teacher picked Bakugō.

The whitish-blonde kid stood up in his seat. A big, smug smile spread on his face.

"I'm going to be the next Number One Hero," he boasted. "I'll become even greater than All Might, himself! I'll outshine him, with my amazing Quirk!"

Holding both his hands out, he let his powers sparkle and crackle before his entire classroom.

As young children, they all awed at his demonstration on using his Quirk, enjoying on watching their own personal firework going on. Even the teacher enjoyed his little display on using his powers... Izuku included, despite hearing the same tune and watching the similar routine , over and over.

When allowed to sit back down... The older-boy wasn't finished yet, as his eyes zeroed in on the green-haired boy.

"Also, Teacher, I should point out and remind us all that Deku -He pointed an accusing finger towards Izuku, lightly gasping when the attention went to him.- can't become a hero, on account that he's a Quirkless Loser!"

Yume felt their eyes glaring daggers of disgust to the green-haired boy, who lowered his head a bit and stared down at his table.

"Bakugō-kun, we don't allow name calling in class." The teacher scolded, though her words didn't carry much meaning or concern to tell she was actually defending the boy.

Again, Izuku raised his hand in the air.

"Excuse me, Teacher?" Izuku politely called out, remaining in his seat. "Even though I don't have a Quirk... I can still become a hero, without one... Right?"

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...Everyone stared at him...

...Then, all the students laughed at him.

"You?! Becoming a hero?! Yeah, right!"

"Bakugō-kun's right, you really are pathetic!"

"You can't become a hero; you need to have a Quirk, to become one!"

"Quirkless can't do anything, but be weak and useless!"

"Yeah! that's what you are! Useless!"

...Yume didn't want to remain here... Izuku, as well...

...But she can't leave... Not yet.

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Popping sound of sparks echoed in the room...

...Smoke and burning wood entered their lungs...

Bakugō stood before the startled boy... His eyes burning with pure rage and hatred towards Izuku.

"You're stupider than I thought you were, Deku!" He mocked, grabbing the boy by his uniform, pulling him up by his collar. "There's no way somebody like you will ever become a hero, with or without a Quirk! In fact, they'll have no need for anybody, once I become the greatest hero on Earth!"

Izuku turned his head away from Katsuki, softly whimpering.

"Bakugō-kun, get back to your seat, right now!" The teacher, after watching what was going on before her, finally used her authority to bring order to her classroom.

Smirking that he made his point, Bakugō dropped Izuku into his chair, not bothering to even apologize for burning the table. Everyone snickered at Izuku, all in agreement that he has no chance whatsoever on becoming a hero.

Once Bakugō was back in his chair, the teacher turned to a quiet Izuku.

"Midoriya-kun, while I think it's great that you want to become a hero -Yume glared at the woman, hearing the complete lie she just said to the boy. Even Izuku knew she lied to him, but didn't say anything.- It's probably better if you find a different dream that's more... Safer for you. Or, if you want, you can become a police officers, or a firefighter! I bet they can use a great kid, like yourself, to help them out!"

Her false smile made Dream Weaver wish she could walk up to her and slap her for telling a five year-old to give up on his dream and siding with his bully.

'Even though he obviously gained his Quirk later on in his life, it's still sickening on how cruel people with Quirks are towards those who weren't granted the same gift as they were. And to just stand there and let that child bully this boy, is even more despicable.'

Her heart quivered, knowing it was Izuku's own heart when hearing his teacher trying to steer him away what has been his dream since he could remember... It was breaking, both his heart and her own.

Nobody believes in you, because you're weak and pathetic... They have every night to view you, as such.

Yume shook her head, clenching her eyes shut.

'Please... Show me no more of this. Take me to another.'

Rather her wish was granted by her Quirk or just happened to request it at that exact moment, she found herself no longer in the classroom...

...And now in a hospital room...

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...She's horrified to find herself, staring down at the large-bed... Laying in it, is a soon-to-be five year-old Sierra Aizawa...

...Wrapped in bandages, wires... And blood, seeping underneath her back and through the bandages.

She's pale white, as if she hasn't been outside for months, with dark-bags underneath her eyes... She looked so small, so fragile... She appeared to have starved for weeks.

...She looked to be dead. Or, at least a step next to death's door.

Six year-old Izuku, in his mother's arms, cried out to his god-sister, reaching out to hug her and telling her to wake up, begging the doctors to make her better.

"Ra Ra!" He cried, large beads of tears running down his cheeks. "Ra Ra! Wake up! Please, wake up!"

Inside the room with him and his mother, three older kids were crying and begging for the girl to hang on... Standing beside Izuku's mother, a woman with spiky whitish-blonde hair and red-eyes and a male with short-brown hair and small-square glasses, silently comforted the grieving woman, as they all watch the five year-old struggle to breathe from the oxygen mask. Her shattered ribs, broken chest and collarbones made her wheezing told them very clearly that she's in excruciating amount of pain.

...All feared she would ended up slipping away... Just as Cindy just did, from both the cancer that ultimately claimed her life and the devastation on learning her boyfriend not only used his Extraction Quirk to slowly poison her to death, but was abusing her youngest baby behind her back for over a year.

It's all your FAULT!

Yume gasped in horror at the voice, shaking from how powerful the voice sounded in Izuku's head.

You knew she was being hurt! You SAW the bruises! The CUTS on her BACK! YOU didn't TELL ANYBODY. And now she's going to DIE... BECAUSE OF YOU!

Izuku sobbed into his mother's shoulder, scared at the voice yelling at him... Telling him what it was saying, to being true.

"It's my fault, Mama!" He cried, his small-hands trembling while clenching hands full of her sweater.

Inko gently hushed him, lightly rocking the toddler in her arms.

"It's not your fault, Sweetie. This isn't your fault, Izuku." His mother replied, laying her left-hand into his green-hair, kissing him on the forehead.

"It is my fault!" Izuku persisted, turning his face to stare out at the window. "It's my fault Aunt Cici died, and Ra Ra's dying! It's MY fault!"

The blonde-woman came to the boy and gently patted him on the back.

"Hey now, Izu, this is no way your fault." The woman replied, giving him a gentle smile. "This is nobody's fault, but that bastard Cici was dating."

"Missy! Language!" Inko lightly scolded, not entirely against her friend for referring that brute of a man as such but not wanting the children to pick up her habit on speaking profanities.

The adult gave Izuku a nervous smile.

"They're right, Izuku-kun. This isn't your fault." He replied, hoping the boy will calm down before he makes himself sick. "Why would you think you're responsible for all this?"

Tell them, you useless weakling! TELL THEM!

"I saw them!" Izuku cried, surprising and confusing the adults and three older kids. "I saw the bruises on Ra Ra! Her back! I saw them, and I didn't tell anybody about it! -The whole room gasped at his words. Even Yume, despite saying the words as she becomes the six year-old, herself, was taken back to his claim.- I saw them and I didn't tell anybody, because she told not to! She told me they were accidents, for being clumsy or disobedient! She didn't want anybody to be worried, not when we were worrying about Aunt Cici, and asked me to not tell anyone. And because I didn't tell anybody about her injuries, it's my fault Aunt Cici's dead! It's my fault Ra Ra is dying! It's ALL my FAULT!"

That's right! It's all your fault! Everything, it's your fault...! All because you're weak, useless... And QUIRKLESS!

Yume couldn't help but scream, as tears ran down her cheeks.

'It's not fair! Why must this child suffer so much, for something he didn't do?!' She yelled in her head, not paying attention that she's leaving this memory and entering a new one.

...It's another one of school... In the cafeteria...

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...Izuku is eight in this one... His lunch spilled all over the ground.

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Bakugō stood over him, with that smug smirk on his face.

"This is what you get, shitty Deku! Nothing!" The older-boy yelled, stomping his shoe onto Izuku's sandwich, splattering the food all over the ground by digging the soles of his shoe against the tile.

Izuku eyed his meal in sorrow, while everyone around them either snickered at his lost or ignore what was going on.

"Aww, is weak little Deku going to cry?" A boy with goth-like hair mocked, which got the boy curl his arms over his face to shield his face from everybody to see if tears would start to spill.

"Yeah, I think I can see his eyes about to bawl out! What a wuss! I bet he can't go through a whole day, scratch that, a whole week, without sobbing his eyes out like the big fat crybaby he is!" Another student answered, pointing a thin-finger at the boy on the ground.

Yume felt her body trembling, even more so, as Bakugō kicked what remained as Izuku's food and crouched before the down boy. He still had that smug smile of his on his face.

"This is getting pathetic, Deku." He said, grabbing the boy by his green-hair, forcing Izuku to look at his bully... Followed by making him when it's in pain, when the older-boy allowed some of his explosion to go off on his head. "I was actually hoping that you would end up with a Quirk, just so you would know that even if you gained some sort of power, you would never even be halfway to my level on becoming a hero. But either way, you're nothing but a fucking useless Deku!"

Yume gasped out when the heat coming off of Bakugō's hands burnt Izuku's head, feeling the pain he went through, as smoke slowly rises from breath his hand.

Izuku stare down at the ground, sad and tired of everybody reminding him what he didn't gain like many had.

"...I just wanted to help others," he whispered. "All I ever wanted, is to become a hero, who would save others with a smile... Just like All Might."

The dream hero felt her heart going out to the Quirkless boy she's reliving in the memory, feeling the weight he's carrying to be much heavier than Mount Everest.

'It seems through every generation, those who gain Quirks would look down at those who we're to not blessed to have Quirks and decided to make them feel worthless. It's like they've all forgotten the time, when we were all equals... When none had Quirks in the beginning... What has become of society, to forget their heritage and forsaken those who wants to make a difference, even if it seems impossible to reach?'

One moment, the eight year-old found himself forced to kneel on the ground... Then the next thing he realises, he's being pinned to the wall... Bakugō had a wild look in his eyes, that deeply terrifies him... And Yume.

Smoke continues to surface from the hand that clenches tight to good victim, as if you Sparks Burns through izuku's school uniform... For the three hundred eighty-sixth times.

"How many times am I going to have to drill it into that fucking skull of yours?!" Bakugō yelled, slam in the back of Izuku's head against the wall, leaving a dent... A small trail of blood could be seen within the dent. "Nobody, not a chance in hell, are going to want a pathetic, worthless, piece of shit like you for a hero! You're not strong, you're not fast and at the first sign of danger, you just stand there and let whoever is in danger, to die...! After all, Half-Blood almost died and Aunt Cici ended up dead, because you didn't fucking told somebody that some ex-con Aunt Cici was dating, was killing them both!"

Izuku couldn't say anything, nothing at all to defend himself against his former childhood friend's insults and assault.

Even he knows what you did in the past, is wrong! He knew that you're no hero... And he's right. You're no hero... You're a villain! Just like him!... Just like Arsenius !

In the back of her mind, Yume can detect Izuku's distress... Both in the memory, and outside of the Subconscious World.

'He can't wake up, thanks to Midnight-chan's fragrance keeping both him and Sierra from waking up anytime soon... However, that doesn't mean he won't scream or jerk if it becomes too much for him to handle.'

"This world doesn't need anymore Quirkless bastards, especially someone like you! But hey, if you want to become a hero so badly, then you should go kill yourself and hope in the next life, you don't end up as another useless Deku!"

Izuku's eyes widened to what Bakugō just told him, unable to think up any kind of word... Not when his words started ringing through his mind, mixed in with the voice in his head.

He's right! This world doesn't need you, let alone want you here! you should kill yourself, and save everybody the trouble to never have to deal with your existence! So, go do it! Go kill yourself... Useless Deku!

Yume felt her hands clenching, fingers digging into her palms... The air felt hot and heavy, making her heart beating rather heavily and head to feel heavy that her vision blurred... She barely could hear the cry of a girl, calling out for Izuku.

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...She's standing on the ledge of the school's rooftop.

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...Both her arms throbbed, pulsing in pain...

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...Blood glided down her hands...

...An image of a red spider lily flashed before her eyes... It sat in a white-vase, on top of a desk... Izuku's desk... For two months, straight, before Summer vacation.

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'This is it.' She thought. 'This is that moment... His attempt on his own life.'

Twelve year-old Izuku Midoriya stared out at the scene of the city buildings before him... Tears stung his eyes, trailing down his cheeks. The wind made his tears to leave many streak marks to cover his face.

From behind and in front of him, fireworks went off in the sky, exploding the night with multiple flashes of colors... He and Sierra loved watching them go off into the sky, calling them 'Star Flowers' and running through the field to burn off energy of excitement, jumping each time a firework goes off.

...He wished to watch the Star Flowers with her and his mother, one last time... He knew there's no going back.

He wasted too much of everybody's time, just by existing... It was time to die.

YES! Do it! JUMP! You Quirkless nobody! No one will miss you! Get on with it! KILL YOURSELF!

Yume's heart banged against her ears, her breath quivered and her body shook.

'No! Don't!'

...She found the fear that clings to Izuku Midoriya... The fear that makes her wish to wake up and lose herself in the fantasy that everything's okay, not wanting to see nor feel anymore pain and suffering.

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"Izu!"

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...They don't pull him back, but its grip, alone, made Izuku's body freeze itself from being pulled down...

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...The hand, the voice that called out to him... Is the one who he wanted to see, before he dies...

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...The one who saved him... From himself...

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"...Sis..."

The hand that grabbed at his wrist, trembled. Soft sniffling could be heard, but the twelve year-old can't bring himself to look at her... Not when he's been caught.

Of course she found out! And now she sees you as you are now, pathetic and weak! Might as well show her how much of coward you are and kill yourself, in front of her!

Dream Weaver felt the hand on Izuku's arm tighten, but the eleven year-old didn't pull him back.

'...She's letting him decide.' She realized, her heart breaking when she hears the whimpering behind them. 'She knows she can't force him back, even if she can or wanted to... She has to let him decide, for himself.'

"...Izuku..." The girl whispered.

To the sound of her voice, Izuku slowly turned his dull, sadden eyes to look behind him... His heart gave out, when he sees the tears and the heartbroken expression on his god-sister's eyes, along with the raging anger boiling in his chest when he saw the bruise on her face.

...He knew, that she found out about the red spider lily that somebody placed on his desk since April and confronted them about it, resulting herself to get hurt on his account.

You caused her enough pain in her life. The least you can do right now, is put an end to all the damage you've done and FUCKING KILL YOURSELF!

"Izu...!" Sierra whispered again, staring into his empty eyes that held so much fire...

There wasn't even a spark left in his Emerald-green eyes... They snuffed out since April... She missed seeing the fire... The Hope he carried inside of him, that gave her the strength to endure everyday of agony she has to live with.

She knew he would come here. When she went to go see the fireworks with her godmother and god-brother, only to find out Izuku told her he had to go do something... She knew, in her heart, he would come to the place that took that spark away from him... Where all had looked down on him, because society looked down on him... Because he's Quirkless.

...And she left him behind, to deal with the pain, alone... By himself...

...Yume heard her thoughts and knew for a fact, that's far from the truth.

'...It's not your fault...' She thought, feeling her tears mix in with Izuku's. 'It's neither of your faults... None of it, is.'

Sierra fell to her knees and bowed her head, her hand still grasping his arm, ignoring the feeling of blood seeping through her fingers and coating her palm.

"...Take me with you."

Dream Weaver felt her heart stop.

'No! Not you, too!'

If she were in the Conscious World, there was no doubt in her mind she would see the disbelief and horror on everyone's faces once they realize Izuku wasn't the only one who wanted to end his life.

And speaking of the boy, his eyes widened in pure terror.

"Sis..." He whispered, his hand slightly shaking.

"I hurt." She said, slowly raising her head, her eyes closed. "Everyday, since I could first remember, Izuku, I have to live with the reminder that my Dad is dead. I have to remember, be reminded, on how much my own mother's family hates me, loathes me, for existing."

She opened her eyes... They showed the twelve year-old something so unbelievably horrific, he couldn't look away... Eyes of somebody, who wants to stop. For all the pain to go away... To give up!

...Eyes... Like HIS ...

"Since HE came into my life, each and everyday, there isn't a time where I don't know what pain is and how it feels to be in pain! And while he sits in his cell, in Tartarus, I'm forced to live with the marks he left me with and the pain of knowing my mother is dead...!"

Izuku and Yume shook their heads.

"Sis..." Izuku sobbed, clenching his eyes shut as more tears ran down his face.

"Since that day, Izu. Since that day, each and every day and night, I've been in pain! And still, to this very day, right here and now, I'm still in pain and suffering with what happened then, and what's happening right now!"

The girl bowed her head again, clenching her eyes shut, streams of tears gliding down her face, nose and chin.

"I had to deal with pain and loss, and will have to deal with more pain and loss in the future! I know that I'll never be cured from what he did to me, and will have to live with being in pain for the rest of my live...! But I still have YOU! -Izuku gasped at her words.- Despite all that happened and will happen, you've been there for me and still continue to help me get through the days that go on in my LIFE!"

She's lying! She'll find somebody else! She just doesn't know what's good for her, yet! Pull away, and jump! FREE HER, from your FUCKING EXISTENCE!

"You're my BROTHER, IZUKU MIDORIYA!" She screamed, her cries joining in the roars of the fireworks around them. "We promised to prove everyone, EVERYBODY, that they're WRONG! We Special Promised to each other, that when we become HEROES, we would become PARTNERS! I'm not going to let you break that promise, not to ME!"

Yume's eyes blurred, her sobs freezing in her lungs, as Izuku fought to get the words out.

"...I hurt Mom... Hurt you-"

"You never hurt Aunt Amai, Izu." She cut him off. "The one whose blood runs through your veins, he caused her pain when he left her to care for you, all by herself. And you sure as hell had never hurt me... Instead, it was I who hurt you, when you saw my wounds at the age of five. And when my siblings came and took me to live with them, I left you behind to deal with the ordeals of school, on your own. -She ran her arm over her eyes, rubbing at her tears, before she could continue.- People hurt the ones they love, Izu... That's how it is, all around the world*." Sierra lifted her head to face him, again... This time, a broken smile spread on her face. "That's why, WE need to change that... To MAKE them see, what we're ALL becoming. That's why, I can't do this on my own. -The smile went away from her face.- I don't just NEED you to live, Izu... I WANT you to LIVE: For Aunt Amai. For your dreams... For me... But most of all... FOR YOU!"

That isn't true! Everything she's saying, is NOT TRUE! This world doesn't need, and it sure as hell doesn't WANT, some MOTHERFUCKING DEKU to lead them ANYWHERE! Why are you even listening to THIS?! Hurry up, and KILL YOURSELF!

Dream Weaver wished for this to finally end; she doesn't know how much more she can handle watching this.

'Please, make this stop... End this, already...'

Sierra, seeing that her god-brother could only stare at her, as the fireworks shined out behind him, felt completely drained... And empty.

...She slowly let go of his arm... Dread traveled in her heart, the second his warmth left her hand. She bowed her head in shame.

"I know that I can't make you stay alive... And if you want to end it... I won't stop you."

If she was able to, Yume would embrace the girl and cry with her.

'You never give up!' She yelled in her mind. 'You MUSTN'T give up!'

"If living is too much for you to handle. If there's nothing worth continuing to be alive... Then, you can stop... You can end it..."

Izuku clenched his teeth together, sniffling at his god-sister giving him her blessing, her permission, to go ahead and-... Commit suicide.

"Ra Ra...!" He cried, wiping his tears, even though more continued to spill... He missed her warmth, and his heart ached.

"I won't try and stop you, Izu... But, I won't let you see your death to the end...! Not by yourself."

She forced herself to stand, a painful, but determine look on her face made the green-haired boy to breathe.

...A forceful smile spread on her face, while tears left painful streaks on her face.

"You were there for me when my life began in this world. And now, I'm going to be there for you... When your life ends, in this world."

The light of the fireworks behind her made Izuku see how truly scared and upset she is... And she's willing herself to watch her first and only best friend... Her own god-brother, to jump off the building and commit suicide.

...And she's going to make herself watch it... It the very end ...

"...I -She choked up on her word, but forced herself to say the final words to her god-brother.- ...I love you, Big Brother Zu!"

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He and Yume looked down at the ground below them, at the smooth, hard cement, waiting patiently for him to take the final leap of fate...

Neither saw the eleven year-old clenching her eyes shut, bowing her head... Forcing herself to stay put... And let him go...

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DO IT! STUPID, FUCKING DEKU! DIEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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Yume silently gasped, finding herself being pulled away from the ledge... Turning to the crying eleven year-old...

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Izuku buried his face into her shoulder, his arms tightening around her small-body, pressing into the injuries of her back.

Sierra fought against the pain, returning the hug right back to her god-brother... Soon, her knees gave out and both the god-siblings fell to the ground.

They both remained in each other's embrace, crying into each other's shoulders... Happy and relieved to still feel the warmth of each other's company... Blessed, that both are here... Alive.

"...I'm sorry." Izuku sobbed, his arms trembling but remaining strong, as they kept firmly around the eleven year-old. "I'm sorry... For what I am."

Yume smiled sadly, relishing in the warmth from the girl she and Izuku held. She never thought she would be glad to still be in the memories of Izuku Midoriya's greatest fear and pain... Until now.

"...No..." Sierra whispered back, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. "Those with Quirks... We should be sorry... For what we allowed ourselves to become."

As the two siblings comforted each other, with the fireworks going all out above them, the Dream Hero thought about what the girl just said. And after witnessing what just transpired before her... She took her words to heart.

'...She's right.' Dream Weaver thought, feeling herself being pulled away from the memory. 'The society involved with those with Quirks... It's tainted... And it must be put to a stop.'

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...With her and Izuku... Toshinori Yagi.

...Her eyes widened in disbelief.

'Why is he here?' She wondered, taken back to be seeing a flashback of the emaciated adult... Who claims to being the boy's guardian. 'Did something happened that took place between the two? Perhaps, a moment of an unexpected trigger?'

"I want to become a hero." Izuku said, twiddling his thumbs together. "I may not have a Quirk, but I still want to do whatever I can to help others... And save lives, with a smile on my face! -Izuku bowed his head to the adult.- Please, tell me that it's possible, for me to still become a hero, even if I'm Quirkless!"

The blonde-adult turned his back to the boy, stared up at the sky... A tiring sigh left his lips.

"...No."

...Yume and Izuku gasped. With the woman gasping in horror and disbelief, while Izuku was taken back and shocked by the man's answer.

"I don't think, without a doubt, that you can never be a hero, as you are." The man continued on, not seeing the damage he's causing to the fourteen year-old. "The life of a hero, Pro or not, is a never ending cycle of risking our own lives, fighting against evil. We never know if today will be our last, or if we'll get lucky to live and see another day. And villains nowadays, their very intents is to kill. We're not gods. And yet, everyone expected us to be unbeatable. Unable to be slain into battle, when that's far from the truth."

The adult turned his gaze, glaring down at the stun teenager... There was no guilt in his blue-eyes... No remorse of any kind, as he continued to speak.

"With no Quirk to properly protect yourself, you're as good as dead. And for that, I tell you that you should give up on becoming a hero and find a new career to follow."

Yume was disgusted with the blonde.

'What kind of guardian is he? Yes, what he did was the right thing to do. But, to just tell him point blank that he should give up on his dream, because he has no Quirk... That is so wrong.'

"If you still want to make a difference and help others, go join the Police Force or Fire Department. Of course, you won't be put on the frontline of the action, but you would make some sort of an effort on helping others."

Toshinori slowly head for the staircase of the rooftop, looking away to not see the damage he's causing to the fourteen year-old teenager.

"It's high time you stop living with false hope and start living in reality, Kid... The life of a Quirkless citizen, has no place to be recognized as a hero."

The adult walked away, leaving the poor boy alone to fall on his hands and knees... Tears dropped to the ground, his nails dug into the floor of the roof... His heart, banging against his chest... Breaking...

Yume felt the pain coursing through both of their bodies... It felt like knives landing into their back, plunging through their body and stabbing into their soul.

...Do you see now?

Dream Weaver groaned at the voice that still lingers in the boy's head.

Do you get it, now...? You. CAN'T. Become. A. HERO! No matter what you try to do to with your life, nothing is going to change the fact that you're Quirkless! You'll never gain a Quirk. No agency will ever hire somebody like you. And most of all... YOU'LL NEVER BE A HERO, OF ANY KIND, AS A SHITTY DEKU! So, why don't you follow Kacchan's advice and take a FUCKING swan dive off the roof?!

The woman immediately panicked.

'Not again!' She cried in her head, finding Izuku pulling himself off the floor and, numbingly, walked towards the fence of the ledge. 'Don't do it, Izuku! Don't listen to the voice!'

"...Why?" He whispered, staring down at the buildings below him. "All I wanted to do, is to help... To become like All Might: A hero who saves people, with a smile on his face... But in the end, even he believes what everybody else come to claim to be the truth: Quirkless has no place... No purpose... Nothing to prove our worth into this world... Because we're NOTHING...! Absolutely NOTHING to everybody...!"

The wind blew against his face, stinging his eyes... His hands glided down the pull, as his knees folded beneath him.

You finally accepted what everyone's been telling you. Now, if you don't mind... KILL YOURSELF!

...Izuku bashed his head against the pole of the fence, leaving a dent... Blood surfaced through his green/black-mixed hair*, gliding down his face.

Yume is gasping heavily with the boy, staring down at the blood that glides down their face and drips onto the ground beneath them, mixing with the tears.

"...I... WON'T leave Sis, behind." He growled, his hands trembling when slowly pulling himself back to his feet. "I'm not going to break our Special Promise. Not now... Not ever...!"

The adult felt relief run through her heart when she heard his words... Only to have it waver and change into complete horror, when she finds herself pulling out a pocketknife from his backpack and, rolling up his sleeve to his elbow... Administer a cut into the underbelly of his right-arm, half an inch above his elbow.

...It made them feel the pain start to lessen when the cut was formed... It took four more cuts for him to feel numb, when he pulled out a set of gauze from his backpack and wrapped his cut, wiping the blood off the blade against the wrapping.

Izuku let out a tiring sigh, staring down at the wrapping.

"...Conceal... Don't feel*... Their words will hurt... And they can kill... -He glared at the city before him.- But that will only be true... If I give them that power to do so... By giving in... To my Demons."

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'No... There's a light. I must follow it.'

She walks towards the light... It seems more like a star to her.

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She's sitting in the center of a small-blue couch... In front of her, two adults stood before her.

A woman... She looks tired; the bags under her green-eyes made it clear as day to the three year-old, on how exhausted the woman is. Her curly brown-hair appeared a bit frizzy. Her skin looked pale, but there are a few hints of some tan color into the color.

Yume is sitting in the presence of the girl's mother: Cindy Arashi.

Beside her, is a man... He terrifies them, both.

Where Cindy stood five-foot five inches, he towers over her by two feet. His Autumn-red hair, much shorter than her mother's, dangled over his shoulders, flat and bland. His skin is much lighter than Inko Midoriya's.

...And his eyes... Those charcoal-brown eyes, with a scar running over his left... They hold many secrets, and lies...

The Dream Hero didn't have to think for a second to figure out who this person was.

'This must be him... The one who harmed this precious child, and killed her mother... The one who abused her and put her through great pain, no child should ever had to go through in their life.'

Standing in all his glory, a smug smile on his face... Arsenious Mōdoku.

"Honey, I would like you to meet Arsenious Mōdoku." Her twenty year-old mother told the girl, beaming up at the clearly much older-adult beside her. "He's... My special friend."

Her 'Special Friend', kept smiling down at the toddler... Yume doesn't like how he stares at them.

'How did she ended up falling for a guy like him? Doesn't she feel intimidated at all, let alone realize how much of a potential threat he could be around her children?'

Arsenious got down on one knee, getting close to being eye level with the girl.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet one of Cici's wonderful kids." He may sound friendly, but Sierra knew that it was all an act.

She slightly trembled in her spot, pulling her feet up to wrap her arms around her legs, making herself be as small as possible and gaining whatever spacing she can put between her and this strange man.

A sudden change in his eyes sent the warning bells on her head to go off, which made her let out a distress whimper when he extended a hand out to her.

"It's very nice to meet you, Ra Ra."

Her eyes widened, shocked that he called her by her nickname... She didn't like it. And, seeing the hand reaching out for her, most likely wanting to grab for one of her own hands to shake...

...She bit down at his hand.

Yume, while stunned by her action, didn't protested when she, too, wanted this big giant to stay away from them.

"Ahh!"

Immediately, Arsenious pulled his hand away from the frightened girl and both he and a shocked Cindy stared down at his hand... Small imprinted teeth-marks covered in-between the thumb and index finger of his right-hand... Blood slowly surfaced from both side of his hand, through the marks.

"Ra Ra!" Cindy cried out, completely taken back from witnessing her kind, polite baby attacking her boyfriend.

Wincing from the anger of her mother's voice, Sierra simply stared at the male, not wanting to take her eyes off the grown up she inflicted pain to for even a second. She doesn't want him here. Not in her home, anywhere near her mama, her siblings, her godmother and god-brother. and most of all, she doesn't want him anywhere near her.

"That was very rude!" Cindy scolded the three year-old. "You don't go around, biting people! Apologize, this instant!"

Sierra sent her a clear look of fear and shock.

'He's a bad man, Mommy!' The little girl thought. Her throat felt frozen, unable to form words to come out... Despite that she doesn't talk very often to anybody, with the exception of Izuku.

"It's all right." Arsenius replied, chuckling a bit. "I gotta say, that's one heck of a bite! You sure she hadn't developed a Quirk, yet? Honestly, I'd rather be taking bites to the hand than a stab in the gut from prison."

Again, Sierra stared at the male... This time, she let out a low growl.

'Bad man! He's a bad man!'

"Sierra Oliva, you're not an animal. You're a human girl." Cindy informed, folding her arms over her chest and giving the three year-old a serious look.

Sierra cocked her head to the side, confused.

Yume can feel the confusion through the girl. It surprised her, much more than growling at the adult-male.

'She couldn't had developed a Quirk at this moment. There are rare occasions where a child does gain a Quirk before reaching the age of four, with an extremely rare situation to have a Quirk at birth. But, according to her records, her Quirk became aware when she was four. If that were the case... Why did she growl, as if she were an animal?'

Amused, Arsenius laughed.

"I don't know, Cici-chan, she looks pretty serious." He said, earning another warning growl by the three year-old. "I shouldn't blame her, though. I mean, if I were her age and some giant stranger comes into my home, I think I would do the same thing."

He may look calm and happy, but Sierra can feel anger and hatred coming off of him... His clenched hands gave away how pissed off he is towards the child.

Cindy, unaware of the warning sign, simply agreed to what he suggested.

"Well, hopefully, she won't see you as a stranger, once she gets to know you and you come over to see us more."

Her words made Sierra's heart freeze... And immediately, she pushed her body to jump off the couch and make an immediate run for her and her sister's bedroom.

Once there, she slammed the door closed and crawled underneath her bed, going to the farthest corner and curled herself against the wall.

"...Bad Man." The poor girl whispered, wrapping her arms over her chest, slightly rocking against the floor. "Bad Man, Mommy... He's a Bad Man."

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"You two be careful! And listen to Arsenius-kun, Ra Ra!" Cindy told her daughter, kneeling before the struggling child and laying a kiss on her forehead.

Immediately, Sierra latched on to her mom.

"No, Mommy!" She cried, still fighting to pull her left-hand out of the man's right-hand, forcing herself to speak out in fear. "Don't wanna go! Wanna stay! Want you! Want Aunt Amai! Want Zu!"

Her mother gently pried the poor girl off her body, not noticing the fear in the little girl's eyes.

"Ra, you need to spend time with Arsenius-kun." She told her daughter. "He put in the time and effort to finally get the chance to bond with you. He's willing to give up his own free time, just to take you to the park."

Still, the three year-old fought to break contact from the smiling male and reaching out for her mother, crying.

"Mama!"

Yume felt scared from the thought of the girl being left alone with the ex-con.

'Can't she see how terrified her own daughter is? Why isn't she listening to her?'

"Don't worry, Cici-chan." Arsenius said, pulling the girl back from her mother. "I'll make this a day she won't forget, that she'll have no reason to cry about. I promise."

The twenty year-old smiled in relief to his words... Words that she didn't realize have a dark meaning to what he plans to do... Words that Sierra knew to being something bad.

Cindy nodded her head, then turned to her little girl.

"Have fun, Ra Ra. I love you."

With that said, she got to her feet and went back into the house, leaving her crying child in the care of the thirty-five year-old ex-con.

"Mommy!"

Her feet dragged against the cement, her body being pulled away from her home and towards the direction of the staircase. Frantically, she hit her little fists against the hand that instantly tightened their hold on her trapped hand.

She felt her hand being crushed... A popping sound came from her wrist.

Her cries rose even louder, mixed in with a high pitch scream.

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...As children would normally do, she cried from the pain... She found herself being pulled up in the air, forced to be face-to-face with the ex-con.

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...His cheerful smile was gone, dropping the mask he wore in front of her mother... Revealing to the three year-old the person she knew he truly was.

"Shut the fuck up, you brat!" He yelled, rage building up within his charcoal-brown eyes when the little girl continue to cry and tears spilling from her eyes. "Quit it, or I'll really give you something to cry about!"

Not caring what the consequences will lead her, Sierra leaned in and bit him in the face. all she wanted was for the stranger, the Bad Man who came into her life for over a month now, to let her go and leave her and her family alone!

Arsenious yelled... He let her go to wipe away the blood from his eyes, allowing the little girl to run for the staircase and run down the street.

She made an attempt to head for her Aunt Amai's home, knowing that the green-haired woman will listen to her... Sadly, she didn't get very far.

Barely a minute, the thirty-five year-old ex-con caught up to her and snatched her by the arm.

Yume cried out, unable to hold back her own cries of pain from the massive pressure coming down on Sierra's arm.

"Nice try, you fucking Bitch!" He yelled, pulling the struggling girl to him and pulling out a black-bandana from his pocket. "Now, you can either be a good little girl like you're supposed to and let me tie this bandana over your eyes, or I can simply knock your fucking lights out! What's it going to be, you little Whore?"

She doesn't want to do a blasted thing what this man wanted her to do... But, like many children, she doesn't want to be in the dark. And, from watching certain shows on TV, she knows what he meant when he threatened on 'knocking her lights out'.

Scared and still upset, the little girl ceased her struggling and allowed the ex-con to tie the black-bandana over her eyes.

"About time you fucking listen," he growled.

Dream Weaver can feel parts of her hair getting stuck into the knot of the bandana behind their head. Even with sunlight being able to be seeing through the fabric, unable to tell what's going on around them very much made them feel very unease.

What little light that can be seen through the bandana vanished; something is placed in front of Sierra's face. They feel like glasses, most likely shades.

"You walk where I go." Arsenious growled, roughly pulling at the girl to start walking. "You fight back or pull the bandana off, I'll make sure you suffer."

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...Yume was appalled by the terrible state the room is: Dust and filth, everywhere. Bugs, insects and cockroaches can be seen crawling on the walls and/or the floor. The clear stench of mold and filth surrounded them... It's enough to make somebody sick.

Arsenius dragged her down the hallway and at the last door to the right, he pulled the door wide open.

"Get in here." He ordered, tossing her into the pitch-black room.

Sierra fell on her side, staring up at the man.

"I got some business to take care of, and I don't have time watching over spoiled, rotten brats like you." He said, glaring down at the quivering girl. "Stay in here and don't even think about coming out, or I'll give you a punishment you won't forget. And if I hear you cry or if I find out you pissed on the floor, I won't hesitate on breaking your neck."

With that said, he pulled the door back and slammed it shut. The sound of locking could be heard from the other-side.

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Yume could do nothing but go along with however the little girl in the flashback is doing, shivering from the imagination that made the toddler even more afraid of the darkness.

'...Is this... The Dark Room Midoriya-kun mentioned?' She wondered, finding very likely it could be the very room that haunts her patient... Though, for something reason, something told her this isn't the room. 'It's dark, but there is a few lighting coming from the window to still make out the bed and the door to the bathroom. Maybe, he started bringing her here, at night?'

She didn't pondered for very long; her Quirk made time go a bit faster until evening came... The two remained on the ground, shaking from the cold and stomach growling in hunger.

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...The door finally opens. The ex-con stomped over to the scared child, pulling her back the shoulder and forcing her to her feet.

"Get moving." He ordered, pushing her out of the door, almost causing her to hit the wall if her feet didn't dragged onto the thin-carpet and made her fall to her knees. It seems to anger the thirty-five year-old, resulting him to grab her by the hair and pulling her up to her feet, forcing a light cry to leave the girl's lungs... He smacked her in the face, again. "Shut up, you little Bitch!"

Her cries reverted to whimpers, trembling when he raised the same hand in the air to smack her with, again.

He sneered at her quiver, but eventually let her go and proceeded to tying the same bandana over her eyes and leading her blindly through the darkness.

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The just turned four year-old girl is happy, completely overjoyed on what happened in Pre-school...

...Her Quirk finally came!

Sierra's so happy and excited, she couldn't wait to tell her mom, her big brothers and sister, Aunt Amai and god-brother Zu the great news... It definitely gave her a sense of safety and peace, after dealing with the Bad Man for over six months.

Running up the staircase to the apartment they live in, she quickly pulled out the key in-between the gap of the mat in front of the door and unlocked the door, running inside.

"Mama!" She cried out, setting her backpack down and removing her shoes off her feet. "Mama! Mama, guess what?! I got my Quirk! I got my Quirk!"

Nobody responded her announcement. Something didn't feel right. She knew something's not right; her mother is supposed to be back from work, and her siblings are supposed to be home from their stay with their dad.

"Hello?!" She called out, running down the hallway and looking for her twenty year-old mother in the three bedrooms. "Mom? Josh? Ka? Moo? Where are you?!"

She ran back to the living-room...

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...She end up being snatched by the neck from her left...

...Yume and the four year-old knew the tight, rough grip belonged to... The "Bad Man".

"Nobody's home, Filthy Bitch." The now thirty-six year-old ex-con announced, slowly chocking the girl for about fifteen seconds, before dropping her to the ground and leaving her gasping for breath. "The Whore is in the hospital for treatment, and that Man Slut decided to keep those kids of his for another week. That means, you're stuck with me."

She glared up at the man in front of her, grasping her neck... Then, without warning, her body immediately turned into a white-wolf and sprang up at the man.

...Yume, taken back at the sudden decision to attack, found themselves forcing the startled man to the ground and biting at his arm, preventing her from attacking his face.

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...The fight didn't last long; just discovering her Quirk, means she doesn't know how to properly fight to her fullest potential and, too focused on putting every ounce of energy into her bites, ended up being punched in the face and forced off the grown up. If that wasn't enough, as soon as the preschooler fell to the ground, Arsenius immediately sat up and roughly yanked her by the scruff.

He smirked in male satisfaction, as the small-wolf let out a yelp of protest within his grasp.

"Well, I'll be damned, Brat! You finally gained a Quirk!" He exclaimed, his smile quickly being replaced by a sneer of disgust. "And you decided to grow the balls and fight back?!"

His fingers dug into the skin, forcing the wolf to let out a high-pitch yelp.

Dream Weaver found it getting hard to breath.

'Release her!' She cried out, feeling tears running down their cheeks. 'You're hurting her! Let her go!'

As if the flashback heard her desperate cry, Arsenius let go of the white-wolf... Then, he kicked her side, forcing Sierra to lay on the ground... She ended up turning back into her human-self.

The ex-con scoffed, then pulled her by the collar of her shirt.

"We're going to go someplace special, Bitch."

Yume's eyes widened with the girl's from what he said... There's no doubt in her mind, that she knew where he was going to take them... And it felt like Sierra knew where she was going to go, as well.

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"You fucking Bitch of a Whore!"

A fist came down to her stomach... A kick to the shoulder, followed suit...

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...They're in some hallway... The Warp Quirk User and the preteen stood behind the ex-con, watching the thirty-six year-old beating the poor girl up...

Sierra knows they won't stop him; being forced to wherever this building is for the past two months, she come to realize that these men are evil... They, also, decided to join in on hurting her in anyway they can, every day on the few days she would be dragged to go to every week.

...Neither had any sympathy, let alone a heart, to make any attempt to get Arsenius to stop.

"You went and blab about me, behind my back!" He yelled, grabbing the girl by her head, screaming into her face.

Sierra winced, reaching with both hands to pull at the hand that grabbed too tightly to her head.

"I didn't tell!" She cried, tears running down her face when the fingers tightened their hold on her head. "I told nobody! I swear!"

"Lying Cunt!"

Yume was appalled by the disgusting and disrespectful name used on the preschooler, but could do nothing but go along with the ordeal going on before her.

'When Aizawa-kun do go to Tartarus and seek an audience with this vile man, I want to be the first to deliver punishment to him.'

"That Quirkless Shit Head kept glaring at me, every time I come to pick up your sorry ass! He knows!"

He pulls her down the hallway, still grasping her by the head, leading them and his colleagues down a set of stairs to the darker parts of the building... The instant she felt the first step, Sierra panicked and struggled to free herself.

"No! Not there! Not Dark Room!"

Dream Weaver gasped at the word, still struggling to free themselves, even when they're too weak to do anything.

A door was yanked open.

...One moment, they're dragged by the head, on the ground... And the next thing they know, they're being thrown in the air and landed harshly on the wooden-ground.

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...Yume instantly wanted to forget ever seeing the one place that brings so much misery... So much terror to one of her patients.

The walls are cracked and chipped... Covered in nails; most being metal stakes, bent and/or straightened, while some appearing like broken tree-branches... A few sighting of bones blending into the nails, with the occasional bugs and insects crawling over them. The floor is wood, but showed very poor condition and revealed dirt beneath the flooring... Worn, torn and filthy cloths scattered on the floor. The ceiling is covered in mold... Layer, open layer, of mold.

The air inside of it... It's enough to make the dead come to life, only to end up dying from puking. Multiple foul scents can be detected, which could very well damage somebody's sense of smell. It smelled of copper, expired meat and vomit... It smelled as if something just died .

...There's a wooden table up against the fall corner to the right... It has metal-chains connected to it. Underneath the small-window to the left, a pole connected to two stakes hang beneath it... In the center, resting against the wooden stakes and nails, handcuffs dangled in the air... At the left-corner, nearest to the door, there's a metal table... It has stains all over the surface.

...The most disturbing thing about the room... There's blood... EVERYWHERE! From the dirt beneath the damaging floor to the mold that covers the top of the room... The furniture equipments inside the room, carried the markings of blood, most gruesomely.

It was more than just a Dark Room... It's a Room of DEATH!

Sierra immediately scrambled herself to sit up, already trembling at the sighting of the walls, before turning back to her abusers.

Shigaraki snickered at the frightened girl, casually walking into the room. Kurogiri and Arsenius remained outside.

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...She knew that they're going to leave her alone with him... Where he will continue the beating that the ex-con left off.

"While you and Shi (Death) do some catching up, I'll be paying that green-haired Slut and her Quirkless Shit Head brat a little visit."

The four year-old's eyes widened to his words... The tone of his voice sent off a warning bell inside of her head...

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...Yume was stunned when a new voice echoed in their head.

STOP HIM!

Instantly, the scared girl turned into a cheetah and charged for the exit.

Shigaraki, stunned by the sudden change to the girl, extended a hand out towards the girl, attempting to grab her and use his Quirk to inflict damage to her... He only succeeded at running his fingers through the fur of her left-leg when she pushed herself to leap in the air, burning parts of her fur and leaving behind five-long lines, a trail of blood left those marks.

She roared, a mixture of pain from her leg and rage she wanted to let out, can be heard into the cry. Her claws extended out, reaching out for the startled ex-con. Her fangs demanded to dig into flesh.

...She wants to stop him from hurting any more of her loved ones... Like how he's hurting her mommy!

Kurogiri couldn't react on time to form a Warp Gate and send her back to the room, or to another room within the building... He was, however, able to pull himself back to avoid colliding with his colleague and watching the large-feline attack the ex-con with her fangs and claws.

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...It's not the first time he ended up face-to-face with an angry animal, and it wouldn't be the last he has to force her down and beat her until she reverts back into her human-self...

...And like those moments before this, thanks to his obvious higher strength and knowledge in fighting, Arsenius was able to get the cheetah off of him and turn the tables on the four year-old preschooler... Though, not without sustaining scratches and puncture marks over his biceps in order to protect his neck and face.

"Nice try, Bitch!" He yelled, coming up at the feline and sending a powerful punch to her left-collarbone.

SNAP!

Yume gasped in pain, as Sierra's body morphed back into a human and left withering on the ground, holding on to her broken collarbone.

...A kick to her stomach left more bruises on her small-body, leaving her gasping for breath and whimpering when forced for cough... A small trail of blood left her lips.

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...And still, despite the pain she's in, the voice in her head tells her to keep fighting and not allow any of them to find her Pack.

Arsenius smirked at the girl's struggle, but it quickly shifted to sneering and disgusted when she glared up at him, when she should be cowering like the big baby she is. Shigaraki was also angered at her sudden interest to attack, though he did found it amusing that her behavior changed the moment the ex-con threatened her godmother and god-brother.

Shigaraki realized what just happened, and knew he must put a stop to this.

"Arsenius, you must stand down!" His voice echoed, glaring at his colleague when he sent the Warp User a startling, disgusted look on his face.

"What the bloody fuck, Kuro?! You actually give a shit about this Bitch of a Whore?!"

Even Shigaraki was taken back by Kurogiri's demand to stop, but felt he has a very good reason... And, should that reason be involved with their master, then he won't object.

Kurogiri glared at the ex-con.

"I care not to what you do to the child. However, our master has great plans for the girl we bought from you. Should anything come to the girl that results her death, you will pay your mistake with your life."

Dream Weaver couldn't believe what she just heard... In the back of her mind, there's no doubt the other adults in the Conscious World are just as seething with rage as she is when they heard what the Warp User just admitted what Arsenius did.

'"BOUGHT"?! That wretched man SOLD her to villains?!'

If that wasn't shocking enough, what the ex-con said next definitely confirmed her worry for both of her patients.

"I know that, Kuro! But we can't take any chances that the Quirkless Shit Head won't blab out to the green Slut and call the authorities on me! Besides... He's running low on guinea pigs, on account how very few Quirkless Nobody's are left in the world, so this should be the perfect time to getting a new test subject, killing two birds with one stone."

Yume found herself completely taken back from the confession Arsenius suggested on doing, confirming the Dream Hero the terrible truth on what they're doing.

'This isn't enslavement... This is child/Quirkless Trafficking!'

Sierra seemed to figure out what the ex-con suggested on doing, and she immediately pushed herself to crawl on the ground with one arm towards him, growling lowly.

Arsenius sneered at the girl, which then turned to shock on what happened next.

"Don't..." She whispered, wincing from the pressure on her stomach. "...Leave... Leave Zu... Leave Aunty Amai... Don't hurt them...!"

Kurogiri and Shigaraki glared down at the girl, finding her plea to spare her godmother and god-sibling very annoying, so nauseating... It's what a hero would say, and they all despises hero with a passion.

Arsenius bellowed at her request.

"You got guts, I'll give you that much, Filthy Bitch." He commented, before bending his knees to hunch over the injured four year-old. " Unfortunately, I'm not in such a forgiving mood; you injured me, when you deserved to be punished for lying."

She snarled at him.

"I didn't lie!" She screamed, earning a slap across the face by the adult. "...I... Told nobody... I not told Zu... Honest. -She held out her little pinky.- I pinkie promise."

He went to hit her, again, but Kurogiri grabbed for the hand that slapped her.

"She wouldn't lie, if she knows she would end up getting hurt." He stated to the adult, glaring down at the wincing child. "And while we are in great need for more 'testing subjects', we can't use the boy if it results the girl great distress to push herself to the point near death."

Arsenius yanked his hand out of the Warp Quirk User's grasp, standing up straight to be face-to-face with the shadowy silhouette person.

"We can't just let the Shit Head walk away, scot-free, and risk telling somebody!" He argued.

"Your life doesn't matter in this conversation, Arsenal." Shigaraki replied, scratching his neck in irritation at the excuse the thirty-six year-old was making to make them both agree on finding the boy he wants to find so badly. "If you get caught, it won't be a big deal."

While the three talked, Sierra and Yume quietly listen in on their conversation, controlling her breathing and fighting off the pain in her stomach and collarbone. Hearing that they won't care what happens to the ex-con, made the child realize that they aren't friends and they won't help him if he's in trouble... However, that told her that, should he be caught, her mom would be upset and her health will get so bad, she'll end up staying longer at the doctors.

Yume was taken back by the preschooler's thoughts.

'Even after everything he did to her, put her through, going as far as to sell her as if she's livestock... She still puts others before herself... Even if they don't deserve her mercy and/or help.'

"Me!" Sierra cried out, wincing when she tried to push herself up to sit on her bottom.

All three villains glared down at her. They clearly don't understand what she's trying to tell them, and they don't want to hear her. Even Dream Weaver was confused on what she said.

...And she isn't going to give them an option, and knew that she has to be heard.

"I do test!" She forced out. "Leave Zu, Aunty Amai, Mommy and big brothers and sister alone! I'll take test!"

Yume felt her heart stop.

'No!' She thought, not liking the looks that appeared on the villains' faces. 'Precious Child, you mustn't!'

A sinister smile appeared on Shigaraki's face.

"Are you making a bargain with us, Mutt?" He asked, earning a confused look on the girl's face.

Clearly, she doesn't understand the term for bargain... But the voice in her head, does.

Accept. Agree. Say 'yes'.

To the third sentence, Sierra nodded her head.

Kurogiri, despite being surrounded by a shadow silhouette and two yellow eyes, it's pretty clear from the eyes widening that he was taken back by her answer.

"You're offering yourself up to become a replacement experiment test subject, when you're already bought for a different purpose to take place in the near future, in exchange to keep your loved ones safe? Are we understanding you correctly, Girl?"

She, herself, doesn't truly know what she's going to get herself into... However, she felt that if she does this, she'll be keeping her family safe. And to the four year old girl, that's all that really matters to her.

Again, Sierra nodded her head.

Arsenious smirked at her answer.

"As amusing as it sounds, we still can't take any chances that your Shitty god-brother will find out and tell." He stated. "What guarantee can we get from you, that'll convince us to spare your fucked up family?"

Having him in her life for over three-fourth of a year, she come to learn that he only makes deal when in meets his satisfaction... More specifically, when somebody promises him anything that he wants.

...She knows what he's asking of her to do... And she hates it.

...But, if it means her family will be spared if she makes the deal... She'll do it.

"Whatever you say..."

A wicked smile spread on Arsenious' face, while a creepy hyena-like smile appeared on Shigaraki's face. The ex-con knew he won, and he's damn proud to force the girl to make the deal.

...However, just for fun and giggles, he wants to make this deal a bit more amusing.

"Whatever we want, huh?"

Sierra nodded her head. Her heart raced when she felt his body heat being much closer, signaling her that he's crouching before her, again.

Yume can do nothing, but go along as the flashback plays her to do.

...A hand rested itself on her head, making her flinch out of instinct and mentally preparing herself for more pain. There's nothing but pain, that came from the hand on top of her head.

"...Alright, Brat."

Surprised, the four year-old glanced up at the ex-con. His smile still made her feel very unease, but his words brought in some form of hope.

"'Alright'?" She repeated in question.

"You meant what you said, about doing whatever we say?- The girl nodded her head, not hesitating to admitting to the agreement.- In that case, you got yourself a deal... However, because this is something very serious, a mere pinky promise won't be enough to confirm the bargain is made. It has to be something... Unforgettable, that you won't be able to forget the deal we struck."

A hand came down on her right-shoulder... Immediate pain shot through her body.

...She screams!

The hand on top of her head pulls her to her feet, dragging her down further into the darkness, as Shigaraki kept all five-fingers on her shoulder, allowing his Quirk to slowly and painfully decay the clothes and skin off her body.

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"Here's to what's coming to you, Bitch!"

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Without so much of a warning, the memory froze in place... The needle of the syringe, mere inches from penetrating through Sierra's skin.

Yume was stunned at what just happened, not sure what was going on... Only to then realized that she's no longer one with the four year-old, before the memory faded and is now in the pitch-black emptiness around her.

'What the? What's going on?' She pondered, looking around to finding an answer or a way out from the darkness. 'What just happened?'

A small draft-like wind could be heard all around her.

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Yume glared at the being, shivering when the blank-eyes stared back at her.

'Who are you?' She asked in her thought, unable to truly speak when inside the dream, memory and/or subconscious of another person. 'What are you doing here? Why do you take the form of my patient?'

The imposter Sierra simply glared back at the Dream Hero, folding her arms over her chest.

Yume doesn't know if this imposter is some sort of imagination the girl conjured up in her head... Or, if this was another person with a Dream Quirk, somehow, entered the girl's mind and could be an enemy.

I am not a threat, let alone an enemy, to what is mine.

The voice came from the girl, and yet her lips didn't move. Even if she had... The voice didn't even sounded like the girl's actual voice. She can't tell if the voice belongs to a male or a female.

Startled, Yume reached into the sleeve of her shirt and pulled out a small-vial of white-powder.

'"Mine"? What do you mean yours? Talk, now! -She uncorked the vial, ready to pour the substance out to the imposter.- Why do you take the form of Sierra Aizawa? Are you the one who pulled me away from the memories?'

The girl let out a tiring sigh.

You humans, always demanding answers and still asking so many questions. It's very bothersome, and a nuisance.

Annoyed by the being not answering any of her questions, Yume removed her thumb from the vial and swiped her hand in the middle of the air, releasing the powder and scattering it to the imposter.

They landed on the girl... Only for the powder to glow and vanish, leaving the figure completely unharmed.

Dream Weaver was completely taken back.

'Impossible! Why didn't it vanish?!'

Foolish Human.

One second the figure stood before her... The next thing she knew, she's laying on her stomach... Pinned down by a white-lion, with blank-eyes glaring down at her.

Even with claws sheathed away, Yume can't find any strength to break free from the feline.

'This is no imagination. This is something... Not from this world.'

As if hearing her thoughts, the white-lion chuffed at the female, before removing itself off of her.

What you see before you, is not what is created by Man. For I've been around, since the first creatures walked the Earth.

When she blinked, Yume found the lion has vanished... Only to then have a pure-black horse calmly walking to her from her right, still having blank eyes to stare at her.

She feels like she knows this being... From her late uncle.

"A person that can take the form of animals, gained a Quirk that connects them to animals, shares a bond with animals or those who can relate to animals, will always feel a sort of presence within the back of their minds. None of us will know why, but we believe this to being a protector of some sort. A companion... Someone, we feel to embrace us as their own."

His words echoed in her mind, startling her to find the voice came from the black-horse.

'...Are you that presence?' She asked in her mind, hoping it can hear her thoughts and answer her question. 'Is that why you're inside Sierra Aizawa's subconscious...? Are you some sort of protector?'

The black-horse blinked its eyes. Then, when she blinked her own eyes... She stared face-fo-face with an adult, wearing a white kimono surrounded in blue-fire... A Kitsune Mask covers their face.

...Her late uncle's Kitsune Mask.

'...What are you?'

The figure pushed the fox-mask from their face... Revealing the same blank-eyes that stare right into hers...

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Back in the Conscious World; Half an Hour Later...
"What's going on?!" Hizashi cried out, stunned to be seeing nothing but darkness inside the crystal ball and demanding for answer nobody in the room could answer.

"Something's not right." Ryō growled out, gently grasping one of Yume's hand into his own. "This never happened, before."

On the couch, Sierra was snarling within her sleep, mixed in with whimpering from earlier when her memories came up through the crystal ball. Even when deep in sleep, Izuku had pulled her against him, offering her his presence to try and calm her... Just as she had calmed him with her own presence, when his memories was causing him distressed.

More than once, Shōta lost his cool when he saw the man who became his daughter's abuser and had to be held back on using his Quirk when the memories caused the girl to scream in her sleep.

...Toshinori stood off to the side, leaning against the wall, completely guilt-ridden when he saw what Izuku went through. He's appalled at himself, for being the cause to his successor's suffering... Nothing could prepare him, when he saw the self-inflicted cuts on his arms... He almost hacked out a mouthful of blood, when he watched the boy pulling out a pocketknife and administered the cuts to his arm, after he just walked off to turn in the slime villain and left the boy to suffer from being told to give up on his dreams.

Throughout the entire time, Nezu kept his full attention on what went on through the ball; he didn't want to miss any little detail on what went on in the two teens' pasts... When the imagery of Sierra being strapped to a bed and Arsenius bringing down a syringe, paused and faded away, something inside him assured him everything was okay. And so, while they wait to see what's going to happen, he didn't worry for the safety of Dream Weaver or his pseudo-niece.

The darkness within the ball, without warning, went white. Hound Dog knew what that meant.

"She's coming out." He barked, getly setting her hand down and immediately getting to his feet to catch the ball before it started to falter in the air, signaling it was going to drop.

Dream Weaver groaned, her face scrunching up a bit, before her eyes slowly opened... She looked like Hell.

Her silver-eyes locked on to the two teenagers, her heart hammering against her chest.

Ryō went back to her side, offering her the crystal ball back into her possession.

"What happened in there?" Tsukauchi asked, watching the woman slowly removing the collar from her neck.

Yume let out a tiring sigh, it shook a bit when she inhaled for air.

"I couldn't continue on," she answered.

None were expecting to hear her say that.

"What? How come?!" Nemuri demanded, knowing that her Quirk will keep the two god-siblings sleeping for a little while longer. "You told us that you would be able to go into their memories, and gather everything you see in there!"

Exhausted, Dream Weaver slowly sat up, leaning on the Hound Hero for support.

"I only stated, that I would be able to go into their memories where, in a certain time and place, their fears manifested and grew." Yume reminded, wiping the sweat from her brow. "And while I could go through all the memories of a person's life, hidden or clear as day, it takes a lot out of me to even go through a single year of memories. Any thoughts that go through their heads, won't let me see other memories I haven't gone through."

"Which means, you only remember the events that took place that they went through, not their whole life history." Tsukauchi speculated, earning a nod from the woman.

"And while my time within Sierra-chan's subconscious have been cut short, I think we got a pretty good idea on what we need to work on to help her and Midoriya with the issues they have. -She turned to Toshinori, glaring daggers at the emaciated man.- He may have forgiven you, but that doesn't mean you were in the right to tell him to quit on his dreams. You better make sure you make it up to him; you are his guardian, after all."

The forty-six year-old*, a bit taken back by her demanding he make amends with the boy, didn't hesitated on nodding his head.

Tsukauchi, thinking ahead, went to the teens' backpack and gently dug through Izuku's backpack... His face shifted to worry when he couldn't find what he was looking for.

"I can't find the pocketknife." He informed.

"Either he got over the urge to self-harm and doesn't have the need to cut anymore, or he expected this to happen and decided to stop bringing the pocketknife with him." Shōta came up, thinking the fifteen year-old must've came up with the decision to stop bringing it when calling his daughter on Saturday. 'He better not be thinking about self-inflicting himself when he gets home; I hate to bring Amai into the situation, should he go back to his "habit".'

A headache banged against Yume's head, raising a hand to clench the right-side of her head.

"Yume, are you okay?" Ryō asked, despite knowing she isn't and is trying to focus her attention on sending all of her fears into her crystal ball.

"I've dealt with people who hurt themselves, in the past. But this... This is something that'll leave me nightmares for weeks, maybe even months."

Nezu, seeing the stress on her face, had to make the call that could slow down Izuku and Sierra's treatment, in order to help her heal from her ordeal and not get in the way of her work.

"If this is too much for you to handle, Dream Weaver, you may stop now and give us what you've gathered, so we can take it from here."

The Dream Hero gave him a stunned look, shaking her head.

"No," she replied. "After what I just witnessed in both of their subconscious, I have every intention to help them heal. Besides, I still haven't gotten information on the whereabouts of the villains."

Tsukauchi, forgetting about searching the knife, went to Hound Dog and Dream Weaver, gently taking the collar off her lap.

"We may not know where their exact location is, but we at least got a certain hint on what they're doing." He said, stuffing the collar into the pocket of his trench coat. "They seem to be targeting people without Quirks to kidnap and taking them to their hideout, using them for some testing project, possibly conducting some sort of experimentation. It's very likely, this could give us an idea about their little Nomu Project."

Hizashi and Nemuri glared at the detective.

"Is that all you care about?" The thirty year-old blonde demanded, watching the detective starting to head out of the office. "Only to learn the whereabouts of the villains? Not what we're putting two of our listeners through, by forcing them to re-live their traumatic past?"

Tsukauchi let out a sigh.

"Every information we gather on the villains that attacked the students and are targeting All Might, will bring us a step closer to finding their location and taking them down, before they strike, again. There's also a possibility that some of those victims had been filed to being missing by their loved ones, and they deserve just as much justice as Sierra does -He sent the two teens a sad glance, his hand that's in the pocket with the collar slightly closed in around it when he saw the distress look on the girl's face.- It's what she would want us to do."

Even though he may have a point and very good intention to immediately get started on the search, that doesn't make his action to gather information and take off any less bothersome to the Pro Heroes.

Toshinori, heading back to his spot to stand over the two teenagers, casually and lazily waved his hand to his friend.

"We understand, Tsukauchi-kun." He informed the detective. "Do what you need to do. If something comes up, please inform us for any information."

Tsukauchi nodded his head.

"I will. And if there's any new information on your end, don't hesitate to call."

As the detective left the Principal Office to head back to the station, Nezu turned back to Izuku and Sierra. The girl, who finally stopped snarling, still made a few whimpering sounds. While Izuku, making a few moaning sounds, buried his face into his god-sister's hair.

The two appeared to finally be comfortable and calmed down, after their ordeal with Yume bringing up bad memories... And sadly, the adults will have to disturb their peaceful sleep.

"I believe that's enough for today's Counseling Session, for today." The mammal announced, stretching his arms and looking up at the clock. "It's getting late, and it would be best for the two to get some sleep in their own beds."

Hizashi and Nemuri, both taking picture of the two teenagers cuddling together, drooped from Nezu's announcement to get the two home.

Ryō, carrying his girlfriend bridal-style, also didn't like the thought of the two leaving out of his sights. Thanks to his Quirk, his instinct won't stop barking in his head to get his intended mate and the two pups he imprinted into his pack to his home, safe within his territory from the room that brings them stress.

Sensing his emotions, Yume gently patted him on the chest and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Nezu-kun is right," she told him. "It's best they be taken home, where they'll feel safe and calm. They're going to need all the rest they'll need, for the next session... And, for the U.A. Sports Festival."

Given the okay from both the Dream Hero and mammal, Shōta gently separated the god-siblings from each other, scooping his slumbering daughter into his arms.

Izuku and Sierra, both feeling themselves being pulled away from each other, as Toshinori went to carry the boy into his own arms, let out moans of protest from the new position they're forced to be in. Luckily, their protest didn't last and feeling a new warmth that surrounded the two, they calmed down and continued to dream on.

The thirty-one year-old was completely taken back when he lifted her with ease, no problems at all... It disturbed him, but not more than feeling the ribs and spine through her school uniform.

'Dear God, she's... So light.' He thought, swallowing the lump in his throat when his thoughts went back to the number the scale announced her to weigh from Chiyo's checkup. 'I thought hearing how much she weighed was bad enough, but to actually feel how light she is... I really need to up her weight gain diet!' "Nemuri-chan, how long will it be, until the effects of your Somnambulist wears off?"

Midnight thought very hard to sum up an answer for her friend, when she thought up a plausible answer.

"If I were to take a wild guess, they should be waking up somewhere between twenty minutes to an hour, at most. Although, there's a high possibility that Sierra-chan will be waking up sooner than Midoriya."

Relieved from hearing the news, Aizawa nodded his thanks to the thirty-one year-old, his boss and an exhausted Dream Weaver, accepting the backpack from Hizashi when the rock-n-roll hero went to retrieve the girl's backpack for him and started making his way out of the office.

"Aizawa-kun." Nezu called out, stopping the father for a moment. "Do inform Sierra-chan that the next Counseling Session will be taking place within two days, after school."

There was no response from the thirty-one year-old father, who let out a tiring sigh and continued on to leaving the school, but Nezu didn't need to know his employer heard him and will pass on the message to the fourteen year-old.


Fifteen Minutes Later; walking Home...
The sun showed to be slowly setting, painting the blue-sky to have a tinge of yellow and orange.

It made Shōta feel relaxed, letting out a tiring sigh when the wind softly blew against his face, as he gently hauls his precious cargo to sleep a bit more comfortable against his collarbone. Underneath her knees, his right-hand held tight to the top-strap of her backpack.

'...That went down to shit.' He thought, still enraged from what he just witnessed within both Izuku and Sierra's subconscious. 'I only got a few glimpses of her past on what that bastard did to her and now, for some unexplained reason, Dream Weaver can't go back into her subconscious to go in deeper into her past to find out what else she went through! Because of that, we can only guess on what she experienced in that blasted room! How the hell are we going to help her, on a bunch of guesses from the few glimpses of her past?!'

Within his arms, Sierra let out a groan, turning her face and burying her face against his chest, a low whimper mixed in to the groan.

Aizawa immediately forced himself to calm down, cursing in his head for forgetting about her able to sense other people's emotions and tried to soothe her.

'Nice going, Shōta. It's bad enough she's been forced into sleep, but now you have to get her upset from how angry you are. At this rate, should she wake up, she'll probably be unable to eat anything. You need to get her to eat, or else her health will decline.' "It's okay, Honey. Everything's okay." He whispered to her, bringing his head down and resting his forehead against her head. "There's nothing to worry about. I promise. Everything's going to be all right."

The whimpering went away. She still moaned in her sleep, but the distress on her face mostly went away.

It was very relieving to the thirty-one year-old father. Since the session took place and watching the two teenagers go through such anguish, all he wanted was for her to feel safe while she slept and stress free from their urgency to peak into their memories.

And while part of him wanted to have her to keep sleeping, another part of him knew she'll be waking up at any moment and needs to get her home.

A few minutes later, he made it to their apartment and, with little problem, unlocked the door and got the both them inside the comfort of their home.

As usual, Jade came running the instant she heard the sound of the door opening and closing, stretching her body and letting out a yawn-like meow. She was demanding for food.

Shōta sighed.

'Spoiled cat. Can't go a single day, without yelling in my ear to get her food.' He thought, making his way to the living-room and setting the fourteen year-old on the couch to lay on, before heading to the kitchen and getting the feline her food. "Hope you appreciate it, Cat." He grumbled, stroking the cat as she chows down.

Once Jade was fed and satisfied with her meal, Aizawa went to making an early dinner for him and Sierra. Tonight, was Oyakodon.

Seventeen minutes into cooking, his phone vibrated.

ID: Blonde Meathead

He was the last person he wanted to get a call from, especially after what he saw today that made his blood boil.

"What?" He growled out, leaning his head to the left to hold the phone between his ear and shoulder, freeing his hands to continue working on the rice and egg.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to let you know that Young Midoriya made it home, unscathed."

He let out a tiring sigh, mixed in with relief from being informed of his student being safely returned to his mother.

"...At least you accomplished that," he scoffed. "Is there another reason to why you're calling me? I'm trying to make dinner."

"...No... I just wanted to let you know Young Midoriya is okay... Although, I would like to know how you and your daughter are doing?"

Shōta sat aside the utensils, holding the phone with his left and glaring down at the device.

"After witnessing a few memories of my daughter, my child, being in fear and beaten by the murderer of my fiancée, along with two of the villains that lead the attack at the U.S.J., finding out that they bought her, and to have some unexplainable reason for Dream Weaver to no longer be able to go into her memories... How do you think we're doing?!"

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry for asking...! I'm worried about her, just as much as Young Midoriya."

"'Worried'? You definitely showed your concern for Midoriya, by telling him to give up on his dreams and leaving him, alone, on a rooftop, where he self-harmed himself and was fighting his thoughts from contemplating suicide!"

He won't admit it out loud, but Eraser Head truly cares for his student. And with the Midoriyas being the god-family to his daughter... In some term, that made Inko and Izuku Midoriya some form of family. And if there's one thing you don't do, is cause any harm to his family.

...Just as Sierra had demonstrated her loyalty and overprotectiveness towards her god-brother, by standing up to Katsuki... And to their teacher, whom she didn't know was her father, during that time.

Speaking of whom, without him checking her over, the fourteen year-old finally woke up from her sleeps... Finally free from the flashbacks she had to re-lived in her dreams.

Hearing the unpleasant conversation going on between her father and, thanks to her enhance hearing, Toshinori, Sierra quietly reached for her backpack and pulled out her phone.

She immediately sent a text to Izuku, despite knowing the possibility that he could very well still be under the influence of Midnight's Somnambulist.

...Do u wanna go c Rai-sama, 2mw?- Aniu

TBC