Bluebird: Part 2
Diego doubled over, retching violently. The sound that escaped him was guttural, unexpected even to himself. Being surrounded by dead bodies tended to elicit such reactions. He glanced at the green-haired menace responsible for his current state, still unaware of the man's name.
Izuku wasn't even looking at Diego. He was gazing intently at his phone. "And now we wait," he muttered under his breath. He turned to look at Diego and the puddle of puke he had created. "Don't worry , you'll get used to it "
"I don't want to get used to it!"
Izuku waltzed over and gazed at Shinso. He seemed to be appraising him. "You know ... you did a lot better than I expected you to. I guess I was right about you."
"Right about what?"
But Izuku had already lost interest in the conversation. "Right, clean up your sick. We're about to have company."
Diego's eyes widened and his mouth began to open in protest. Hadn't what he had done already been enough? But Izuku was waving him off.
"Don't worry. For this part, you just sit and watch. Preferably somewhere far away."
"What are you going to do."
"It's time to put the bluebird on the map."
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If he was a betting man, Aizawa would say the bodies were only a few hours old. But he wasn't a betting man, so he knew they were a few hours old.
It was an auto repair shop. On paper at least. The presence of the bodies indicated differently. Some corpses bore signs of a brutal mauling, whilst others had met a swifter demise. Maybe two assailants thought Aizawa.
The metallic tang of blood tainted the air and found itself juxtaposed against the light summer breeze. Naomasa's voice crackled over the walkie-talkie, summoning backup.
Aizawa tuned out the chatter and focused intently.
"Naomasa," he whispered. "We're not alone."
The chatter from the walkie-talkie continued but a glance at Naomasa confirmed that he had heard it and mimicked Aizawa's vigilance - already he was palming his gun that he kept hidden under his coat.
Aizawa continued to drink the atmosphere in. Looking. And looking. Until he saw a glimpse of movement in the corner of his eye.
Already his scarf was unfurling itself and shooting towards the figure, that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The unknown assailant managed to twist himself in midair and landed a few feet from Aizawa. Activating his quirk, he sped towards the figure. He could see Naomasa lining up a shot, so all he had to do was immobilise their opponent. But the person had decided that their best course of action was to charge towards Aizawa.
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Izuku felt weird. That was the only way to put it. Sure he was wearing a bird mask and fighting with insoles in his shoes, but that wasn't it. An intangible absence was gnawing at him. Something fundamental eluded him
That aura surrounding that homeless-looking guy, Izuku thought. Perhaps if I try that . As he landed, he grabbed a fistful of gravel and charged the scarf-wielding hero. His first punch was caught like he expected it to be. The gravel in his fist , however , was thrown at the hero's face.
To blink is to be alive. It is one of the reflexes that humans are born with. Sure, fighters, heroes and martial artists can train to overcome that instinct, but at the end of the day, to blink is to be human.
And Aizawa was just that. Human. So when the gravel bounced against his goggles, he blinked. And although it was only for a second, that was all that was needed for Izuku Midoriya.
Izuku grinned manically underneath his mask. The moment that man blinked, he felt his cursed energy return. What an interesting quirk, he thought. As long as this person looks at their target, the target will not only lose their quirk but will forget that they had it in the first place. Meaning they won't even be able to fight back effectively.
His hands were shaking. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears. Izuku had never felt more excited. It was only the sight of the detective with the gun that broke him out of his euphoric realisation. That he was not here to fight . But rather look as if he was fleeing. He took one final look at the raggedy hero with the scarf, committing his features to memory before bolting.
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Taomasa summed up Aizawa's thoughts quite succinctly. "What the fuck."