A piercing wail crossed the East side of the island, startling the slimes into jumping. One of them, with fangs and a marking that looked like an eye mask, journeyed closer to the sound. When it found the source, it looked confused and went invisible. The thing making the sound didn’t look like any slimes it had seen. It had four appendages and curly green fur on its head. It looked male, which was something the slime could only know by some vague memories of someone that came to the island randomly. This creature looked like a youngling by his physique and stature. And...he looked scared.
Izuku was afraid. One moment he was in his mom’s arms, then there was a loud noise, then a scream, before he found himself on grass. He didn’t know where he was and his ears were still ringing a little. He jolted, when something nudged against his side. A squeak left his mouth, as he saw a blobby-looking thing that looked like a cat with two long teeth, in the front, hanging over its lip.
“Where am I?” This blob looked curious, like it couldn’t understand him.
“Um...I’m Izuku...I’m one an’ a half…” The cat-thing looked at him with big yellow eyes and he met them with his own green. He lifted his hand and brought it down on top of it’s head, gently. The creature was smooth and a little slippery. It reminded him of the jello he’d eaten before. The touch seemed to make the jiggly cat happy and he could feel it purring under his fingers. The tickling sensation made him let out a little giggle. In response, the slime made a sound that was like a mix between gurgling and chirping. It was, obviously, a happy sound. It nudged Izuku’s side, as if directing him into a cave system, where he marveled at the sight of so many different kinds of slimes, yet they all kept their cat-like appearances. As he sat in a corner, covered by his red, yellow, white, and pink blanket, the slime nudged a fruit closer to him, letting it knock, gently, against his bare foot. He picked it up and looked at it oddly. It was purple and resembled a fruit he remembered trying. He believed it was called a durian. Something else hit his foot and he found a sharp rock there, the slime only smiling at him. Being a smart child, he took the stone into his chubby little fingers and broke the skin open on the fruit. The smell was odd, that was for sure. As soon as he ate some, he noticed that it was almost like a durian. Just sweeter. It was good!
“Thank you!” Seemingly happy he was happy, the slime hopped around, making its chirping noises.
Time seemed to move quickly. With each new month, Izuku grew and grew, learning the ways of these saber slimes. He learned to communicate and how to hunt for food himself. This island was covered in chickens, fruits, and veggies. As he figured out how to get to higher places, his muscle structure started changing. He was lean with cat-like flexibility and reflexes. His canines grew faster and bigger than his other teeth, which never fell out. It was like all his teeth were already adult ones. As he grew, he no longer needed stones to break open the skin of the kookadoba fruit, since his fangs were strong and sharp enough to pierce the tough skins. He, also, noticed that he didn’t need to cook the chickens he caught. His body was already made for raw meat. As he crouched on the flat top of a stone spire, he reminisced on how he’d come upon that name for the purple fruit he’d come to favor. He’d seen someone come to this island to harvest a few. He would talk to himself about recipes for desserts that included the fruit as a main part. Curiously, Izuku had started collecting the fruit and leaving them in areas where the man would find them. As he got older and seemed to be having issues traversing the island, the greenette had made a habit of leaving some near the machines that brought the larger here.
The man was round and looked like he was always happy, the lines around his eyes and mouth showing that he smiled a lot. Izuku saw a machine light up in a place it’d always been dark and not used. Scrambling down the rock pillar, he rushed towards his cave, so he wouldn’t be seen. Out came the man himself. He was a huskily built man, wearing a green jumper under blue overalls. He held the straps to the mechanism on his back with gloved hands. Izuku heard him muse to himself.
“I haven’t been in this area in, probably, ten years...Let’s hope these old bones can get me from point A to B, today…” That was a major concern. The greenette remembered the man collapsing due to his age and the heat, one day. It was the first and only time he’d made himself go close to him. If only to drag him under the shade of the trees, so he could come to, again. The boy felt something behind him and turned to see the same slime that had taken him in. He could recognize it...her...due to the little stars in her eyes and the fact that the tip of her left fang was a little chipped off. She bopped her head into his back again, as if trying to push him out into the open. He gave a quiet chirp back at her, in her language.
“Holly! Please! He’ll see me!” She responded with sadness in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, my child. You aren’t a slime, like us. You’re like him. We can’t care for you like your kind can. Trust me. I want to keep you with us, but I know it’s not the best for you.”
“Holly…” A little tear left her eye. It was known that she couldn’t bare young, so, to see Izuku go must have been agonizing to her. He was like her own. She bowed her head, as if to tell him to go.
“He might not even want to take me back with him…”
“But, he may. You never know. And, from what you’ve told us, he might be able to get you back to your original home. Please, my child.” His expression turned pained, before he nodded and crept out into the light on his hands and feet, much like a monkey, only crouched.
Almost instantly, he was spotted.
“Oh! Hello...How did you get here?” The greenette figured that he must’ve looked like a mess. His hair was to his waist, and was a little dry-looking, his skin was, naturally, bronzed by the hours in the sun, and all he wore was a covering, made of leaves, for his nether regions. Answering his question, he tried to remember the english he’d learned oh so long ago. He could understand it fine, but he had issues putting the words together.. When he remembered enough to talk, he did.
“Don’t..know. Don’t...remember...a lot English…” The man nodded and knelt, as to make himself seem smaller.
“How long have you been here?” Izuku remembered how to count and thank the heavens! He counted on his, heavily scarred and callused, fingers, before holding them up.
“Eight? Years?” Izuku nodded.
“Yes.” Ogden blinked his black eyes.
“And I never saw you?” He got a shrug in response.
“Good hider.” Then, he seemed to notice something.
“You...You’re the one piling the kookadobas near the teleporters!” So THAT’S what they were.
“Yes. I...saw you...hard to walk to...where they grow.” The man looked awed.
“Thank you. My old bones aren’t the best for traveling this island.” Izuku nodded, but let the other continue.
“How old were you when you got here?”
“One and a half.”
“How did you survive?!” Izuku looked back at the cave and made some chirping sounds, making his mother-figure come out.
“This Holly. She protect me and raise me.” He looked awed.
“I’m sorry to stare, but...It’s rare to not see a hunter slime largo go feral in the wild! Especially mixed with a saber…” Holly shrugged and jumped, smacking onto the top of Izuku’s head, making him let out a whine.
“I know! I know!”
“Hm?” Izuku sighed and rubbed his forehead.
“She want me go with my kind. She think she can’t care for me like my kind…” He put his hand on Holly’s head, as he scratched at his upper lip. His canines had grown out to his chin, making him seem like a saber-hybrid, himself.
He scratched at the side of his tangled, mane-like, hair, as he waited for the man’s reply.
“You want to…” He nodded, still not looking at him.
“How did you get here in the first place? Do you remember anything?”
“Was...in my mom’s arms...explosion...screams...then here, like...like magic.”
“You were born on Earth?” He got a nod.
“Then..It’s possible you were warped here...It, also, looks like your quirk came in. Looks like a mutant type...If you want to leave, then I can take you with me.” Holly gave Izuku the ‘I-told-you-so’ look, prompting the greenette to push her, lightly, and huff his bangs out of his face, before standing and showing that his legs were feline in nature, without fur. The balls of his feet looked normal, save for the sharp claws jutting from each toe. He looked made for speed, strength, flexibility, and agility. Ogden stood and started back to the teleporter, when he looked back to find Izuku looking a little confused.
“Don’t you want fruit? I can get it.” He dashed off, leaving the older with Holly, who looked as exasperated as a slime could look without arms. The boy came back minutes later, carrying at least twelve kookadobas. He set them down before remembering something and darting into the cave. He came back with a worn, red, yellow, white, and pink blanket. Ogden seemed to recognize the color scheme.
“Recovery Girl?” Izuku nodded.
“My favorite!” Ogden smiled.
“You must be from Japan, then.” He got another nod, while he scooped the frits into his bag.
“Let’s get going, then.” Izuku turned to Holly and picked her up, giving her a big hug. He nuzzled his face against the space between her eyes, chirping to her again. Ogden didn’t need to know the language of slimes to understand.