Chapter 15 - Problems

Theresa walked through the busy sidewalk of Saitama, with a quiet Hitoshi following one step behind her. When she asked him, he had wanted to say no, but after a quick thought, he decided to follow her to see what kind of sister she was.

And his opinion of her has been negative. She seems like a bratty, rebellious teen, the one he hates most, but it is the easiest for him to deal with her kind.

But it was weird. They have been walking for about fifteen minutes now, and his half-sister hasn't said anything or acknowledged him. Not that he hated it, it just didn't fit the first impression he got from her. He expected her to start saying some bratty things about him and how he is the child of a 'whore,' something he has heard all too often. Instead, she just kept walking, looking around her surroundings.

She suddenly stopped walking, looking at the convenience store beside them. "15 minutes to reach a convenience store. What a fucking joke." She muttered in English, which Hitoshi didn't understand. "Funny. The store name is in English while everything is in Japanese." She chuckled to herself, noticing the name was 'Seven Eleven.'

She walked and entered the store, Hitoshi following her inside. She glanced around for a while before moving down an aisle. He silently followed her as she walked to the art supplies part of the store, looking through it.

After a while, she picked up a pack of spray paint and walked to the checkout. Before she reached it, she suddenly stopped, causing Hitoshi to almost bump into her if he didn't react in time to move to the side.

Turning to him, she asked in English, "How do you say, 'I already paid for this' in Japanese?"

Hitoshi stared at her, confused. He knew she was speaking in English, but she was talking so fast that he didn't understand anything. "Um... No habla inglés?" Hitoshi awkwardly replied, putting his hands in his pocket.

"...I won't ask where you heard that phrase from." Theresa mumbled, bringing out her phone from her pocket and quickly navigating to the translator and typing in the phrase she wanted to say. It translated into Japanese, and she quickly memorized the words and pronunciation.

She turned to Hitoshi, sternly saying, "Stay here." Without waiting for his response, she rushed to the register and placed the pack of spray paint on the counter, her eyes glowing green. "" She said in Japanese, her accent and pronunciation were horribly flawed, but the cashier understood.

The cashier's eyes turned pure white for a moment before she smiled, "Have a nice day, young girl. I hope whatever art you do with that will be great."

Not replying, Theresa took the spray paints and left the store with Hitoshi following her. He had seen everything from where he was standing. She said something to the cashier, who then allowed her to leave without paying.

Though he didn't know what quirk his father had, he knew it had to do with brainwashing. And they share the same father, so... He quickly sped up to walk beside her, saying in a low tone so only she could hear, "You brainwashed her?"

She paused, turning to him. "No habla Japanese." And so, she continued walking.

Hitoshi was confused for a second but quickly used context clues to figure out what she meant. "How are we supposed to communicate like this?" His hand rubbed across the back of his neck. 'If that man had told me they were coming without learning Japanese, I could have taken some time to learn English. He thought, referring to his father.

He wanted to use the translation app but decided to do it when they were alone since using it in the street would be awkward. He continued following his half-sister, the thought of her brainwashing the cashier to let her go without paying still on his mind, as they both entered a wide empty alleyway with walls filled with graffiti paintings. The place was quiet, and it seemed like no one was around.

"What are we doing here?" he asked, looking around. It looked like the place where gangs hang out, and the smell was killing him, but Theresa didn't seem to mind. "Why did I follow her?" He sighed.

"It was your choice." Theresa replied in English, understanding some of the last sentences he spoke. Her mother had told her they would permanently live with her father in Japan a week ago. During that week, she had to learn Japanese, which was impossible, only learning to understand and speak some words.

Although Hitoshi had no idea what she was saying, he guessed what it meant and responded accordingly. "I didn't want my 'sister' to get lost." He said, emphasizing the sister.

Ignoring him, she walked to a part of the wall that was relatively empty from graffiti paintings, tore open the spray paint pack, and started painting. After about 20 minutes of complete silence, with Hitoshi watching with keen interest by the side, she stepped back to present her work.

The style. The art. The message it conveyed. Hitoshi couldn't help but admit that it was simply "Ugly."

"*Scoff* Says the bastard who watches." Theresa mumbled, staring at her work. She had started graffiti painting about a month ago. So she was sure it wouldn't be okay, but hearing it from someone else got on her nerves. "This place is fucking boring!" She yelled, throwing the paint can at the wall and causing it to explode into a red bomb, splashing on her and messing up her art.

"That is beautiful." Hitoshi muttered, staring at the mess she made. "I can feel the anger radiating from the art."

"Shut the fuck up!" She roared, turning to Hitoshi with blazing eyes. Although she didn't understand what he said, she noticed his mocking tone. "Keep talking, and I will slit your throat."

"No habla inglés." Hitoshi replied, not understanding a word she just said, except the 'fuck.' He knew she was mad and didn't want to deal with a raging teenage girl on hormones, even though he was a teenager. "Let's just go home. We have had enough. "

"Shut UP!" She shouted, picking up spray paint and throwing it at Hitoshi, who swiftly dodged it. "What the fuck am I doing in Japan! I had fucking friends! A shit ton of them! Now I am here on this fucking island filled with wired faces."

"No habla inglés." Hitoshi cut her off, dodging another spray paint thrown at him.

"On god, I will kill you!" Theresa picked up the remaining spray paint and launched it at Hitoshi, who only had to move out of their general path to avoid them.

With nothing left to throw, Theresa seemed to be calming down, breathing heavily with Hitoshi staring at her. They were silent for a while before Hitoshi said, "No habla inglés."

"YOU BASTARD!" Theresa shouted, rushing at him at a surprisingly fast speed.

Hitoshi tried to dodge the jab thrown at him, but her fist was too fast, and it slammed into his nose, throwing him to the ground.

"Don't fucking try me." Theresa breathed, standing over Hitoshi, who was on the floor, holding his bleeding nose. "I was trained in boxing since I was fucking 5. I will fucking kill you." She hissed, glaring down at him.

Hitoshi felt his nose, noticing she had broken it. "You kept provoking me. So this is what you get." Theresa continued, not caring about what she had done, but he didn't understand what she said. As he looked up at her, Hitoshi innocently said, "No habla inglés---"

"YOU BITCH!" Theresa gripped his collar, reading another punch, but she suddenly froze.

"I won't let you hit me again." Hitoshi groaned, staring into Theresa's milky white eyes.

She was fully aware of what was going on but couldn't do anything. Her mind was working, but her body wouldn't follow her order. 'THAT FUCKER!' She screamed internally, rage building up in her.

Hitoshi stood up, cleaning the blood from his nose with his shirt before turning to the motionless girl. "Now, punch yourself with the same force you used on me."

Without being able to control her movement, Theresa slammed her fist into her nose. The pain that surged through her body from the impact immediately snapped her out of his control.

"Fuck!" She groaned, holding her nose and stumbling back. "Fuck, fuck, fcuk." She murmured, the blood dripping on the ground. Her nose was definitely broken. She could feel it.

"Now you see how it feels." Hitoshi said in a calm tone, pinching his nose. "Treat others the way you want to be treated---"

"I will fucking kill you!" Theresa shouted, not caring about her broken nose. All the rage that had built up from having to move away from her home, from her friends, to live with a fucking man that she didn't even know existed merged with her then being brainwashed to punch herself, turning into wrath. Her face contorted in rage as her eyes flared green, "I heard a rumor," She chanted, with Hitoshi's eyes going pure white, "that you will kill yourSEL--"

A strong force struck her stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs and sending her flying back into a wall. Slamming into the wall, Theresa slid down on her back, sitting on the floor and coughing out a mouthful of spit.

"I knew something was up. You were all too calm about this situation." Her mother's voice came, drawing her attention. The calm woman was standing where she once was, her right leg, which had been used to her, outstretched. "I came to check on you two only to see you were about to kill your brother."

"Half-brother, you mean." Theresa coughed, staring dead into her mother's eyes.

"You need to calm down, Theresa." Dinah said, dropping her outstretched leg.

"We came across the world to live with a fucking man that abandoned us, and you want me to calm down?" Theresa chuckled, standing up. "Bullshit! Why the fuck did we come!?"

"Because you needed a father." Dinah calmly replied to her angry daughter, maintaining eye contact.

"*Chuckle* That must be a fucking joke." Theresa laughed, "I don't need a father, mom. When have I EVER wanted one? When have I EVER asked about him? You were the one that told me the shit that I knew about him, and I listened even though I didn't give two shits because you were my mother." She smirked, "Admit it. You are a bitch who still holds feelings for trash like that."

Even with that, Dinah didn't show any signs of anger. Her daughter, like her father, has a fiery temper, and their rage clouds their judgment. "Calm down, Theresa." She said, "We will talk about this when we get home."

"Oh, really?" Theresa smiled, "Right. Let's pack our shit and head home. Back to Corpus Christi!"

"Calm down, Theresa." Dinah said, still calm.

"Shit! You keep repeating that!" Theresa shouted, looking around for something to throw but finding nothing close to her. "I don't give a shit about that man. If I needed a father, why didn't you fucking marry Santiago?! He is a villain, but at least he knows how to take care of his family instead of being 10 thousand miles away and sending cash!"

"Theresa, we will talk about this at home." Dinah stated, walking to her daughter.

"Fuck off!" The girl roared, "I don't give a shit about this bum country, nor do I about that trash! Let's just go back home!"

Dinah dashed to her daughter, and before Theresa could react, her mother was right in front of her, hugging her. "I know you are adjusting, but we will get through this."

Theresa burst out crying in her mother's chest, who hugged her while Hitoshi stared at her, his face filled with confusion. He seemed to have blacked out after she shouted that she would kill him. When he got back to his senses, her mother was standing where she once was with the girl screaming incoherently at her mother standing next to a wall a few meters away, her nose bleeding profusely.

He didn't understand what she was saying but could guess. Hitoshi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "This is awkward." He mumbled to himself, turning away from the girl bawling like a baby.

He cleaned the blood from his nose as he left the alleyway to give them the privacy they needed, heading home. The thought of what happened in the shop, which had left his mind, returned. "Maybe I can ask her mother?" He muttered, wondering if the woman would be willing to talk to him. "Maybe--"

His collar was suddenly grabbed and yanked, pulling him into an alleyway. The sudden movement made him fall to the ground, but the person didn't care, dragging him along the floor.

Hitoshi struggled to free himself, but the hand that held him wasn't letting go. The collar tightened around his neck and began to choke him, causing him to claw at the hands. Thankfully, the person let go, throwing him against the wall.

He thought he had the chance to escape, but he was wrong. He was now in a shady back alley with four boys standing around him, who he immediately recognized as his primary oppressor from school.

"Nice to meet you again, villain." The leader grinned, cracking his knuckles. His quirk was a mutation quirk which gave him the tail of a kangaroo, which was strong enough to hold up his body weight. "You did this to me," He said, pointing at his black eyes, "Now it's time for a payback."

Hitoshi was about to say something when the one that had dragged him rushed to cover his mouth. "Oh, no. We are not letting you talk." His hands became scaled, his grip strengthening. "We would have reported that you used your mind control quirk on us, but that would be too boring. They will only expel you and nothing more."

One of the boys stepped his hand on the ground, "Evil Bastard wanted to make us kill ourselves with his quirk," He smirked, twisting the heel of his shoe into Hitoshi's hand, "I guess you wanted to continue Horror Vessel's legacy, right?"

Hitoshi clenched his jaw as the boy stepped down harder on his hand, with another taking hold of his other free hand. "You say all that shit about wanting to be a hero and prove that you can use your evil quirk for good, and yet you use your quirk to make us beat ourselves." The kangaroo tail boy growled, punching Hitoshi across his face. "Fucking bastard. You would have been killed already like that other girl from Musutafu whose entire family got murdered because she used mind control on her 'friend' if not because of your fucking father."

"*Chuckle* Too bad he doesn't care if we fuck you up." The scales hand boy, who was holding his mouth shut grinned, "It seems like he hates you too---"

"This is cringe beyond belief. Please, shut the fuck up." A female voice drew their attention, causing them to turn to see Theresa standing some meters behind them, the bottom of her eyes swollen due to crying. "You guys sound like the generic bully that would get their ass fucked."

"Who the hell are you?" Kangaroo tail shouted, glaring at her. "You want in on this? Because I am not scared to hit a girl."

"Oh, I am glad." Theresa clenched her fist, stomping towards them.

"Hoho." He walked towards her, confident. "I will be sure to make you---"

Before he could finish his sentence, Theresa dashed towards him in a boxing stance, her eyes beaming with anger. The boy was surprised by her speed but quickly used his tail to push himself back. However, she closed the small gap he created before performing an uppercut to his jaw.

He flew back, falling to the ground. "Arrrgh!" He screamed, holding his mouth shut as blood flowed from his mouth. The punch had made him bite his tongue, deep enough for it to start bleeding excessively. His eyes widened as he got on his knee, watching the blood flow through his fingers and fall to the ground.

"Holy sh--" Before the boy, who had stepped on Hitoshi's hand, could finish his sentence, Theresa performed a roundhouse kick to his head, throwing him to the ground.

She then turned to the scales hands who had thrown a punch at her, grabbing his arm and flipping him over her shoulder, slamming his back on the ground. The force knocked the air out of his lungs, causing his eyes to dilate as he lost the ability to breathe for a second.

Theresa turned to the last boy, who was running away, her eyes narrowed. She took a deep breath with her mouth, holding it for a moment before releasing it in a sonic scream. Her sonic scream sent out clear hypersonic waves towards the boy, slamming into his back and throwing him into a wall.

Theresa walked towards the Kangaroo tail, who was on his knees and grabbing his hair. "Still a tough piece of shit, are you?" She grinned, pulling his head back and about to slam it to the ground when Hitoshi shouted, "That's enough!"

She stopped the momentum, the boy's head an inch from the ground, tears flowing from his eyes. Turning to Hitoshi, he smirked, "Getting bullied by these weak runts? What a shame."

"...No habla inglés." Hitoshi said, standing up.

"SAY THAT again! I dare you. I double dare you motherfucker!" Theresa glowered, throwing the boy to the ground and walking to Hitoshi. "Say THAT one more time."

From what he saw and had first-hand experience, Hitoshi knew he wouldn't be able to beat her without his quirk, especially her sonic scream that sent that boy flying. But backing down would give her the idea that she could mess with him however she wanted, which would eventually lead to bullying. He knew this from experience.

As he opened his mouth to say it, a voice interrupted him. "That's enough." Dinah said, entering the back alley. "I told you to come and help Hitoshi since he was in trouble, not start a fight with him." She addressed Theresa in English.

Theresa scoffed, turning around. "Let's just go back to that man's house." She walked past her mother and left the alley.

She brought out her phone and typed in the addresses for her new 'home,' following the map back home. She hated this new place. She resented her mother for forcing her to come here. She didn't like that half-brother of hers.

And then there is her father. "Father." She chuckled, "Right." She knew nothing of him, and her emotion towards him was nothing. She didn't hate him, like him, resent him. Not a thing.

To her, he was just a stranger, someone that wasn't even worth her emotion, and she is glad he thinks the same way. Everything will be fine if he stays out of her business and doesn't try to act like her father.

She entered the compound, going to the front door and opening it with the key she got earlier. The door led to a small lobby where she noticed Garrick putting on his shoes to leave the house. He was wearing a black suit with his blazer hanging on his shoulder.

Their eyes met, and he asked, "Where is your mother?"

"I don't know." She replied, closing the door behind her but not locking it.

"Right." Garrick nodded, standing up, his massive structure towering over the little girl. "When she gets back, tell her I won't be home tonight. I sent her and Hitoshi money to order whatever they want for food, and since I don't have your bank account, I sent her the money I would have sent you."

"Ok." Theresa replied, walking past her father and heading to the second door that led into the house.

"She might try to make us have a family dinner, so tell her not to." Garrick sighed, opening the door that led to the garage. "We both, including Hitoshi, don't like it."

"I will." Theresa replied, standing by the door. "Anything else?"

"No." With that, the conversation ended, and they continued on their own way.

Chapter End~~

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Word Count: 3672

Can anyone guess what Theresa's quirk is? Three different quirks were revealed in this chapter. How are they connected?

Some of you may hate Theresa's personality but remember. She is only 14 years old. I am not planning on making a 14-year-old act like an adult. That's for fanfiction with the reincarnated protagonist, and sometimes those protagonists act like they weren't an adult in their past life.

If you are wondering how Kyoki is doing, you will have to wait for a few chapters. He has become the villain. His life, well-being, personality, his looks, and how ability has grown are now shrouded in mystery.

That is the main reason I did the massive time skip instead of focusing on him growing through the years. The other is because it will be boring for me to write, and I am sure you guys won't like it. I didn't even know what to wire, lol.

So yeah. These few chapters will focus on Theresa. Who knows, she might even enter U.A. or Shiketsu High School.

Now, on the subject of love interest. I don't think I will give her one, but I don't know what the future hold. If the story somehow leads to her getting one, I want to know if it should be girl-love or straight. Because I for one pick going for straights. I dislike reading GL or BL, no offense to those who swing that way.

But hay! I listen to opinions and you idea might change my mind. So give me ideas! No seriously. My brain start working when I see people opinions.