Haru's POV

There was a crash from downstairs that woke me with a start. The sound of breaking glass and hushed voices drifted up through the floorboards. Hurriedly I crept from bed and silently made my way toward the door pressing my ear against it to try and listen. I could hear my parents begin to stir in the next room over.

The voices were still downstairs. Someone had broken in. Silently, I poked my head out my door and peered down the dark hall in time to see my father poke his head out of their bedroom door. He turned and spotted me before mouthing 'hide'. I nodded and retreated back into my room before burrowing into my closet hiding myself amongst the clothes.

I curled into a ball with my hands pressed over my ears as I heard the voices downstairs getting louder. The stairs creaked slightly and I felt my heart begin to race. A moment later I heard the sound of a heavy foot kicking in my parents' bedroom door before my mother screamed. Two gunshots went off and a yelp escaped me. Were they okay?

Tears welled in my eyes as I heard something solid hit the floor. Dad had a gun, maybe he shot the intruder. My breathing became ragged and I clapped my hands over my mouth to keep myself quiet as I trembled and listened. Heavy footfalls moved down the hall. Silently I prayed it was my father.

My bedroom door was kicked open. I cowered in my closet struggling to stay quiet as tears streamed down my cheeks. Why wasn't someone coming to save us? Surely our neighbors heard my mother's scream or the gunshots.

"Come out, come out wherever you are, little girl." A cold icy voice sounded from my bedroom. The closet door opened and I prayed he wouldn't be able to see me cowering under the clothes. The barrel of a gun swept over my head pushing aside some of the hanging clothes before a greasy stubbly face followed suit looking through my clothes. Activating my quirk, I hurriedly reached up and slapped the greasy man across the face, freezing him in place.

I scrambled between his legs and ran for the door only to pause as I heard two more voices sounding from the stairwell. There wasn't any sound coming from my parents' room. Were they okay?

"Oy! Mason, are you done yet?!" A gruff voice called out from the stairwell.

"They had a daughter, a young one, you know how much he likes to play with them." Another softer male voice replied.

"We don't have time to play, we got what we wanted we need to get going before the heroes show up." The gruff voice was getting closer. It stopped near my parents' room. "Go on ahead and tell him to hurry it up, looks like these two are still breathing."

Mom! Dad!

My bedroom door opened a moment later and I hurriedly activated my quirk and darted forward catching the young man who stepped through my room completely off guard as I smacked him across the face. He froze in place before he could even make a sound and I bolted out of my bedroom in time to see a burly figure duck into my parents' bedroom.

"NO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs causing the man to swivel around.

His dark eyes widened as he saw me racing toward him. He had a large hunter's knife in his hand and lumbered toward me. Somehow in my panicked flurry I managed to dodge his swing managing to escape with a small graze across my arm and hit him across the face freezing him in place. I ran into my parents' bedroom and felt my heart stutter in my chest as I saw my mother lying across the bed in a pool of blood struggling to breathe. The phone was clasped tightly in her blood covered hand. My father was on the floor with a hole in his chest barely hanging on. I had to do something.

"Mom! Dad! Hang on!" I cried desperately as I froze them both, "I know it hurts but if I can keep you like this, the doctors can fix you." Tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Oh, what's this? Looks like they fucked up." A soft male voice sounded from behind me. I spun hurriedly and slapped the newcomer across the face freezing him before he could stab me. Something inside of me snapped as I saw the metal blade in his hand hovering inches from my throat.

I pried it from his hands breaking his fingers in the process before gripping the hilt of the blade in my hand. A cool calm focus washed over me. "I won't let you hurt anyone else." My voice was surprisingly steady as I plunged the blade into his chest several times. No blood spilled out due to the stasis keeping him frozen in time.

Calmly I moved out of my parent's bedroom and drove the blade into the neck of the burly man with the hunter's knife before prying his hunter's knife from his hand and driving it into his skull. My body seemed to move on its own as I mentally crumpled into myself in a panic, my parents were badly hurt if they weren't treated right away they'd die. Why was no one coming to save us? Did the neighbors just ignore all the gunshots and screams? Were they that apathetic?

I made it to my bedroom and stabbed the man that had come to check on his mate in the back several times before slitting his throat and making my way to the closet toward the man they said was going to do terrible things to me. I plunged the blade into his groin before slicing deep gashes up his forearms, flaying him, before I touched the back of my hand to his face.

He let out a guttural cry of pain as blood gushed from the wounds on his arms and groin, I'd sliced through all of the muscles and tendons in his arms making him unable to grip his weapon. He dropped to his knees and turned to stare at me with wide eyes.

"Please, don't kill me-."

I plunged the blade into his throat and came back to my senses as I felt his hot sticky blood spill onto my hands. A scream bubbled up in my throat and I ran from the bloodied man desperately trying to cling to life. He crawled out of my closet after me the knife still protruding from his throat his blood staining my carpet before he let out a choked gurgled cry and collapsed.

I woke with a scream and glanced around the plain room my captors were keeping me in frantically. What kind of dream was that? My pale cherry blossom eyes glanced downward and I yelped as I realized my hands were drenched in blood.

"NO!" Hurriedly I tried to rub them off on the sheets around me but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the blood off my hands. I snapped my eyes shut and tried to take a deep breath. "You're hallucinating, Haru. Just calm down. It was just a dream."

Once I'd steadied my breathing I opened my eyes. My hands were clean and there wasn't anything terrifying in my room. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a note sitting atop the nightstand next to my bed with my name written on it in neat scrawling script.

Haru,

Look in the drawer of this nightstand, there's a case file inside. I hope it provides answers rather than more questions. Tomura Shigaraki and I will be out for a bit. Hopefully we won't be requiring your services, but there's a chance we might need our little doctor upon our return, so get some rest and be prepared.

Kurogiri

I set the note aside and opened the drawer of the nightstand. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it was a police file with my last name written on the tab. Shakily I lifted it out of the drawer and placed it on my lap. Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the folder. My stomach lurched as I spotted the photographs paper clipped to the edges. There was a photograph of my parents bleeding out in their bedroom, and more photographs of all the thug's dead in my childhood home. It was exactly how it would have appeared in my dream.

My blood ran cold. How was that possible? They died in a plane crash. I could remember it clear as day, hearing about the crash on the news and Dr. Arai at the hospital talking to the police. Wait. Why was he talking to the police? Why was I at the hospital?

I looked to the police report and skimmed over the responding officer's notes. There'd been a break in, the criminals killed my parents but all the criminals were dead upon arrival. They found me sobbing over my parents' frozen bodies. Though I kept them in stasis and they were rushed to the hospital, it was too late. They couldn't be saved. According to the report, the doctor assigned to me was granted guardianship over me as I was now a ward of the state.

I dropped the police file and darted to the bathroom as my stomach lurched once more. After heaving up the contents of my empty stomach into the toilet, several times, I placed my head in my hands and fought for composure. It felt like I was losing my mind. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I wrapped my arms around my knees curling into a fetal position on the bathroom floor and sobbed.

I cried, until I couldn't cry anymore and my throat was raw and bloody before staggering to my feet. My gaze drifted to my reflection in the mirror. The girl staring back at me looked like a ghost. Her pale cherry blossom pink eyes looked dead and lifeless, she was pale and bony and there were dark haunting circles beneath her slightly puffy eyes.

Deciding I'd spent enough time pitying myself, I grabbed my medicine bag from the closet and headed up to the main bar area to wait for Kurogiri and Shigaraki to return. I sat at the bar for what felt like hours with my chin resting atop my hands waiting. What if they never came back? Though they'd abducted me and held me against my will, the thought of never seeing them again was somewhat lonely. Though they were criminals, I wasn't uncomfortable around them like I was with Dr. Arai.

"Ow!" Shigaraki's soft voice hissed from behind me and I turned in time to see him drop to the ground out of a portal of mist, blood spilled profusely from his body from both arms and legs. There were strange pale greyish white disembodied hands clinging to him all over his arms and one covering his face.

I grabbed my medicine bag and dropped beside him without a word. Activating my quirk, I reached up to touch his face to stop the blood flow but froze as his hand latched around my wrist. He kept his middle finger hovering just enough to keep from making contact so he wouldn't hurt me.

"What are you doing? I need to stop the bleeding."

"Were you crying?" He asked in awe.

"Is that really important?"

"Why?"

"Really, you want to talk about this now? You are bleeding all over the place, you sure you don't want me to fix that first?" I glowered down at him as Kurogiri shifted into focus on his feet looking somewhat ragged and a little worse for wear.

"Yeah, I do, let's talk about it." Shigaraki snapped at me.

"You're ridiculous, you're getting blood everywhere! I'm not cleaning it up!" I snapped at him.

"Kurogiri wil-."

"Why the hell should he? You're the one making the god damn mess!"

"You're so annoying!"

"The feeling is mutual!" I growled.

Kurogiri looked between the pair of us not sure whether to laugh, separate us or tell us off. "Tomura Shigaraki, perhaps you should let the little doctor patch you up, first."

I made another attempt to touch his face with my hand and let out a frustrated sigh as he caught my wrist once more. "Now what?!"

"Its not life threatening you don't need to do that." He snapped at me.

"Well I don't want you flailing around and making me miss or stab you, either!" I snarled.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Shigaraki, please let the little doctor do her job-." Kurogiri attempted to put a word in.

"You're an immature man-child!"

"Haru, please don't start name-calling." Kurogiri tried once more.

"You're an unstable train wreck!" Shigaraki fired back.

"Shigaraki! Not you too." Kurogiri groaned.

"Shut up!" I slapped him across the face, managing to freeze him in stasis with my quirk, "You're by far the worst patient I've ever had."

"Including the one that tried to kill you?" Kurogiri mused.

"Yes!"

Kurogiri laughed at this but gave me space so I could stitch up Shigaraki's wounds. Once he was out of earshot I looked down at the frozen Shigaraki and sighed.

"For your information, I was crying, because you're right...I am unstable...I feel like I'm losing my mind. My memories are all mixed up, I'm remembering things I didn't even know had happened and all the memories I thought were real might not be..." Tears welled in my eyes as I applied bandages over the stitches to keep him from scratching at them. "And the things I'm remembering, scare me...I scare me...I think I might actually be a deranged murderess." A single tear dropped onto my cheek. "I'm going crazy..."

Once I finished my task I pressed the back of my hand against his face and flinched instinctively waiting for him to lash out at me for using my quirk on him. His bony arms encircled me and I held my breath waiting for him to hurt me but cut off with a gasp as he pulled me into his arms. The floodgates of tears opened and I cried silently against him.

Video- Waves of Gray By Ruelle