Bruises

Bakugou cracked his knuckles in the dark, his palms growing bright orange and blazing with every thought. The moment he was released that fake would be fucking slaughtered. The very fact she got Aizawa's blood meant a number of things could have happened. His teacher might not come back for a while, and if that was the case... he could wave his chances at getting there in time good bye. Knowing how naive Anzu could be she'd probably already wandered into something she doesn't understand. Especially if Aizawa was involved. If there was one thing he noticed about her, it was that aside from himself, Aizawa had the most of her respect. Which was understandable, the man practically slaved away, training other students, taking care of children, a night time patrol hero, and a teacher. He deserved everyone's respect. But Anzu hadn't been outside long enough to know when to say no to the people she trusts. She can't tell the difference between dangerous and suicide. All Bakugou could hope for was that he wouldn't be too late.

He didn't know what time it was. Late in the night. The moon was assuredly out, and Bakugou sat there, murderous intent in his eyes as he sent off little pops from his palms to satisfy his anger. He couldn't sleep not knowing where she was. If anything were to happen he could only blame himself. If he hadn't been thoughtless and gotten caught she wouldn't be in danger, he wouldn't be locked up, and Aizawa would probably be safe by now.

There was a scuffle upstairs. Bakugou stood on the hard stone with shaky legs from being in a cramped position for so long. He waited, no screaming or yelling. Just movement. A lot of it. Deathly silent, Bakugou leaned up against the walls, stopping his explosions and listening. Everything had gone silent now... a small ringing in his ears threatened to drive him mad. He then heard something at the top of the staircase open up. A bright shaft of light was sent right next to him, missing by inches. Eerie footsteps, coming to a stop at the cell gate. Bakugou held his breath and braced himself. Whoever it was... they picked a bad day to attack. The door opened and a figure stepped into the room, clothed fully in black. He couldn't see their face... but he didn't want to wait and find out. He jumped forward, putting pressure and speed into his right hook and preparing to knock the person out with a clean explosion. Instead, he didn't have time to think as the figure whipped around, grabbed Bakugou by the wrist and slammed him face first into the floor with god like reflexes.

"You son of a-" Bakugou stopped when he saw their face. Aizawa took down the scarf over his nose and looked down at him. "You..." Bakugou spat out in a disgusted tone, jumped up and aimed another attack at his abdomen, only for his quirk to end spontaneously resulting in an odd grasping motion in the direction of Aizawa's face.

"It's me moron." Aizawa grumbled, picking Bakugou up by the back of his shirt. He half pushed half dragged Bakugou out of the cell and threw him into a chair. "Where's the fake?" Aizawa asked, his eyes glowing a deep red and a perfectly hidden anger boiled up in his expression.

"How the hell should I know!? The crazy chick framed me and left with my files!" He yelled reaching up to push Aizawa off, but getting his wrist caught in a death grip. Bakugou stopped struggling when he felt the joint in his wrist pop and realized Aizawa could probably snap it right then and there.

"What. Files?" Aizawa growled, getting too close to his face. Bakugou contemplated for a minute. He wasn't so sure he trusted him right now. Not after everything the school had been hiding. The chances that he was involved were far too high. "I don't have time for you to make up your mind. Anzu's not on campus and if I don't figure this out soon were both screwed, so hurry your ass up!" Aizawa grabbed Bakugou's shoulder and was now breathing on his face. Bakugou reluctantly decided to trust him.

"The files on Anzu and Albino Cross." Bakugou muttered, not meeting Aizawa's threatening glare. It took him a moment. Aizawa leaned back, putting pressure on his back leg, staring up at the ceiling. He then brought his hand to his nose bridge and sighed inwardly.

"I had a feeling one of you would figure it out sooner or later. Your timing just had to be fucking perfect didn't it?" Aizawa asked, ushering for Bakugou to follow him. "Gear up. You're involved now. We fix this tonight." Aizawa left Bakugou at the entrance, walking deep into the night and flipping up his phone. Something told him that Aizawa wasn't calling for the help of a teacher.

Bakugou suited up and met Aizawa in the locker room, who had also changed into hero attire.

"Listen. We have slim chances of doing this right. Which is why we can't screw this one up got it? You will be calm. You will be level headed. And you will not act on impulse! Am I understood?" Aizawa ordered, scribbling down notes on a piece of paper. Bakugou nodded, inwardly shoving down the annoyance creeping up on him. "It's a long story. But I know where they took her. I have the location right here... I'm sending you in alone." Aizawa seemed reluctant to say this, but continued. "I know that this is unlikely to go well, but none of the teachers except the principle, All Might, and I know about her situation. After the villain attack, All Might is out of commission, and the principle can't help us now. Understand... this is a stealth mission. You're not trying to cause a disturbance, your trying to get the target out alive. Nothing more nothing less. Can you do that?" Aizawa asked, meeting glances with Bakugou, searching for any signs of reluctance or fear. Nothing was to be found and of course all that was visible was overflowing pride and strength.

"Got it." Bakugou turned to leave, shutting the light off, illuminated only by the light outside. "And one more thing... if her eye turns... red what does that mean?" Bakugou asked, his expression unsearchable in the dark.

"That means she'll be following in her father's footsteps very soon." Aizawa called, hearing the door slam with Bakugou's exit.

Bakugou and Aizawa arrived at the side of the location. No street lamps were in sight, all that was visible was a big building of storage units.

"If everything goes south, press this button. It will page your location to me, and I'll make my way in. Only as a last resort though. I have no idea where Anzu is just... try not to get caught. Believe me, if there was any other option I wouldn't be doing this. It's stupid and dangerous but were pressed for time. I'm sorry." Aizawa nodded to Bakugou as he gently closed the door to the car and made his way over to the building. Cold nipped at his cheeks and the night air seemed to almost taunt him. The building stretched far above his head, at least four stories. It was fairly new, smelling of fresh paint that hasn't been tainted by time. It was painted white with orange stripes on the side. A bit flashy for a villain base, but none the less, didn't cause suspicion. Bakugou walked around a corner and saw a small window, too small to fit through, but enough to see. He would've tried to look through it, but he couldn't reach it, and there were no visible footholds in sight. Instead, he decided to find another way in. Turning a corner, he stopped and jumped back, nearly being seen by a guard. Of course they'd have guards. Bakugou thought irritably. He wasn't thinking straight. Too much was on his mind, and too much was at stake. He was worried, not for himself, but for her. If something happened to her, he didn't know if he could contain his temper. He waited until the guards attention was elsewhere, then with a quick movement, attacked from behind, slapping his hand over their mouth and knocking them unconscious with one blow. They fell no their knees, and Bakugou searched him. Anything. Something to get inside. But the guard's pockets were bare, nothing but a gun and some odd tools assuredly for his quirk. Bakugou scoffed and shoved the guards into the deep of the woods, covering his face with some pine needles. Shoving them in his mouth with a little extra umph, having to remind himself once more that he was getting distracted by his anger. Climbing out of the brush, he made his way around the building and spotted two more guards at the entrance. There were no other visible windows. So it seemed that was the only way in. Bakugou let out a wry smile. He was worried he wouldn't get to fight much, but turns out that wasn't the case.

After Bakugou had completely obliterated the competition and disabled the cameras, he made his way into the building. It smelled musty, like moth balls and a slight chill crept up his spine. It was utterly dark and the large hallway was lit with one, dinky light bulb hanging from the ceiling. He assumed that the outside had just gotten a paint job, seeing as the white walls were now yellowed and stained with different colors, the orange doors going all the way down the hallway rusted, and bent. Bakugou put his ears up to one of the doors, but was greeted with utter silence. He tried another one, this time hearing an eerie noise. Rustling. Lots of it. Some mumbles from the inside, then a loud smack. Back to mumbling. He moved away, spitting out the bad taste in his mouth. What kind of villain lair was this? There was a deafening crash on one of the floors above him, an inhuman scream and something hit the ground hard, sending sheets of loose sod down from the ceiling and covering Bakugou's hair in a thin layer of white. This was getting more dangerous by the second, and he had a feeling that that sound may have something to do with his target. He dashed up the stairs, two at a time, moving lightly. Stopping only to hear more yelling and another crash, sending reverberations through out the walls and flickering his only light source. A bit of anxiety crept up on him. It would be hard to rescue her if she was already causing a scuffle. Naive little moron. Bakugou thought to himself, scowling at his senseless friend. He would kill her when this was all over, then he would teach her what she was supposed to do in this situation. He couldn't really blame her though, getting kidnapped was never a comfortable situation. He should know. He swallowed down the guilt that began to settle over his thoughts. She was probably scared, and he didn't like the thought.

When he reached the second floor, he still couldn't see anyone. It felt slightly off that no one would be in the halls, no guards on the inside, which told him one thing. They were all somewhere in the building with Anzu. On the car ride there, Aizawa had given him some information on the league of villains. Supposedly it was an organization of criminals that had a vendetta against heroes. It seemed to be run by someone named Shiguraki, but the person actually pulling the strings was the rival of All Might, titled All for One. It was clear that multiple individual groups had united under one goal. And they all resided in this one building. Aizawa also told him that the most obvious reason for taking Anzu, was her quirk. He was told that when Albino Cross was alive, the league of Villains was young, and asked for his leadership. Instead he refused, and cut their population in half when they tried to press him. Now that he was gone... he had left his quirk in the hands of a naive child. And they would do anything to gain that power for themselves. All in one night. Yesterday, she was a strange girl with a dangerous quirk that was naive and weak. Now she was the daughter of super-villain that could wipe out half the hero population. Just what exactly was she capable of? Bakugou skidded to a halt at the third floor, this time someone was in sight. There was a deafening bang on the floor above him. Sounds of weapons and fighting, and the screams of something inhuman. Bakugou jumped behind a door, leaving it open a crack as two villains came scrambling down the stairs. Bakugou squinted his eyes to see two villains, clothes tattered and bloodied.

"This is fucking insane. We didn't sign up for this. I'm calling for backup." The villain spouted off the the other. Wild fear in his eyes. Bakugou couldn't wrap his head around it. How were... How did they get those injuries? Both of them, one leg was black and blue, completely bruised over. He couldn't even walk. The others arm, creeping all the way up to his neck was covered in the bruises.

"I can't move it. What if it's permanent!? Shit, this is insane!" He yelled, eyes wild with fear. He winced when he brought his finger up and gingerly touched the wound.

"It can't be. The other one's quirk didn't work that way... then again it didn't hurt this bad... I swear I'll kill the bitch." The other spat, seething with anger. He then turned his attention to the cracked open door, squinting his eyes and stepping over with a limp. "Who opened this?" Bakugou sprung out and caused a giant explosion on the villains face, knocking him clean out and leaving a hand shaped burn mark on his cheek. The other stepped back and cursed under his breath. Bakugou simply took that one out manually. He hid the bodies in the room, looked at their wounds. It looked like Deku after he used his quirk, like something had ruptured from the inside. Did... did Anzu do this? Bakugou stared up the staircase where another body came crashing down, completely black and blue. A pit formed in his sotmach, and he swallowed down worry. Bakugou dragged the distorted body down the staircase, rested his fingers on their battered neck. He felt nothing. No pulse, no breath. His eyes were sunken in around his bruised cheek bones. His lips sickeningly pale. Bakugou pulled him into the same room as the other two. Feeling over and over again for the pulse that just wasn't there. Begging to feel some form of warmth, some form of movement. Anything. For her sake. He almost didn't want to believe it. There was some mistake, maybe a friendly fire had broken out. But he knew different. He didn't tell Anzu, but the day when she had tested her quirk on him... his finger had been bruised for a couple days after that. Just like this. Bakugou stared back up at the staircase, the sounds of fighting melting into the back of his mind. All he saw was the flickering light and dread settled in. The end of the staircase shrouded in black that sent spiders crawling up his spine. That girl... the naive one. The one who wanted to save people. The one who wanted to be a hero. The one he adored for her bravery....

Just killed someone.....