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You slammed your eyes shut directly after opening them. The light was far too bright, and the glare stung your heavy eyelids. You opened your eyes and blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the sharp stinging sensation.
Aches strangled your body, the kind of aches someone would get after sleeping for a whole week.
After looking around, you realised you had no idea where you were, what you were doing here, or even who you were. You felt you should scream, but also that you should stay quiet. You decided on the latter. You stayed silent and your eyes scanned the room in some attempt to decipher where the hell you were.
The room was tiled, the wall tiles were grey and the floors were white. A sink sat in the corner; some medical tools scattered across shelves beside it. It looked like a totally normal hospital room. But. There was something off about this place. You just couldn’t place your finger on it.
A stout man with glasses and a lab coat, whom you had assumed was a doctor, had stood over you. He held a clipboard and a small device which looked like a TV remote and a handheld radio merged together. “Ah, you’re awake.” He turned around and grabbed something from the shelf closest. It looked kind of like a stamp, but with many sharp prongs where the foam would be. He pressed it into ink and walked towards you. “Hold out your hand.” You obeyed reluctantly. The doctor rolled the sleeve of your hospital gown up and pressed the stamp into the skin of your shoulder. It stung. The ink spilled from the wound and down your arm, the doctor wiped it up with a cloth. You took a closer look at what he had pressed into your skin. Neat, official numbering which read ‘01’.
He smiled. It was creepy. He turned on the device and held it close to his face, which lead you to the conclusion it was a recording device, and spoke into it.
“The date is the fourth of January, 2XXX. The current time is 8:17PM Today is the day my experiments have come to fruition. A girl, my most marvellous nomu creation yet. She possesses 3 quirks now, as that is all a human body can take and live at the moment. I have decided to call her 01 for now, but I know Sensei will give her a new name in the near future…”
You had listened, sat stilly on the hospital bed, silently taking in the heaps of information he spoke into the small electronic, even if you didn’t understand what it all meant. However, he seemed to be the rambling type, and you had become tired of listening to him after only a minute of his incessant blabbering.
After a while, you opened your mouth to speak to him; it seemed like the appropriate thing to do, and quite frankly, you needed to know what the hell was going on.
“Ahm…” You winced at the sound that came out of your mouth; it was dry and raspy. Your voice was like a toads’.
“Oh?” The doctor smirked. “You’re trying to speak, 01?” He pushed the recording device slightly closer to you, so it could pick up the conversation.
“I… Who am I?” You croaked, hoping maybe that your voice would feel better if you spoke more.
“That is quite the question. You are my latest creation. Quite a marvellous one at that.” He chimed back in response.
Well, that told me a lot.
You tried a different question. Maybe one with a higher chance of getting a real response. “Who are you?”
At that, he smirked wider. “Another good question, I am Doctor Garaki.”
That one was a win, at least sort of.
Your mouth opened to ask more, but he interrupted just as the words were ready to leave your tongue.
“That’s enough questions for now, 01. I have someone important for you to meet.” He smiled creepily
He gestured for you to stand, as if he had forgotten you had only just then gained consciousness, and didn’t know anything on the topic of standing, heck, you hadn’t even sat up yet!
“Um…” You weren’t really sure what you should say to him.
Doctor Garaki sighed. “You know how to stand, just try it. Most things you should already be conscious of, including walking.”
You twitched your hands, then arms. Then you moved your arms and used them to push yourself into a sit. Your body ached with each movement, your limbs felt confusing and fuzzy. “Ugh…”
Your joints ached in pain and laziness as you pushed yourself to the edge of the hospital bed, you planted your feet on the floor and used your arms to force yourself up. The white tiles of the flooring were cold against the heels of your feet, and the grime between them bared a suspicious resemblance to blood.
The doctor’s smile became a grin. “Come along now. 01.”
You followed; each step was careful as you were scared that you would fall.
Garaki rambled on and on, describing the tedious process of creating you, and the many quirks you had, yada yada…
You walked with him out of the room. It was different outside the room. The hallways were dark and lit with LEDs along the walls. Strange tube-like embryos were everywhere; it was kind of unsettling. You reached a dead end where the doctor stopped.
Is there supposed to be something here? Am I missing something?
The doctor spoke to the wall, and you thought he might be insane.
“Kurogiri, take me to Sensei.”
“As you wish, Doctor.” A purple, mist-like substance surrounded you; your stomach flipped as mist enveloped you and filled your insides.
Suddenly, you were in a dark room. Before you sat a man, with only a mouth as his face, and tubes surrounding him. His presence was intimidating, and you felt you should kneel. As you did, the man smirked, which looked funny since his face was so weird.
“Garaki, I assume this is the nomu?”
“Yes, Sensei.”
“She looks great, fantastic work. She will be good to Tomura.”
“I gave her the quirks you requested, hyper-speed, regeneration, and Mortal Contract.”
“Very good. You may be dismissed; I will talk to the girl.”
You gulped, this man scared you, his voice was deep and carried that tone of power which someone who’s killed might have.
Garaki disappeared through the purple mist.
“Now now, girl.” He spoke to you.
“Y-yes…?” Your lips quivered as you spoke.
“Oh my, there’s no need to be so afraid, I won’t hurt you.” You honestly found that hard to believe.
“Oh… S-sorry…” You bowed your head and pressed your lips into a thin line.
“I am going to entitle you to my successor, girl. You must do what he tells you and always be of service to him. Understand?” His voice deepened at the last word, like agreeing to this offer would seal your fate.
“Yes, I understand.” You feared he would kill you if you said anything else.
A long pause. Then he spoke.
“Very well. You must meet him now.”
You hummed in agreement, waiting for the command to stand.
The man named Sensei spoke a word you didn’t know. A name?
“Huh?”
“That is your new name.” He said it again, you then said it yourself, testing it on your tongue. It didn’t feel like you. It was new and strange, maybe that of a foreigner.
“It’s nice, I like it, Sensei.”
“Stay kneeling; I will call Tomura Shigaraki here.”
“Okay.”
Your knees trembled like that of a baby giraffe, partly because the position was uncomfortable on your joints, and partly because you were completely terrified.
The door clicked open. “What is it, Master?”
You swiveled so you were kneeling facing Tomura Shigaraki.
“Tomura, I have someone for you…”
“Someone? Like for me to kill?”
He had light blue hair, which was long and dry. His eyes were as deep red as the colour of blood, and a mummified hand which reeked of death was positioned on his face, it was pulled down slightly, so his eyes were visible, but the rest of his face was covered. His presence was daunting. If you were a baby giraffe, he was a hyena.
“No. She’s a subordinate for you. A servant, if you will. Do not kill her unless she disobeys your command.”
“A woman? Alright.” He tilted his head and scratched his neck. Scars and deep red marks marred his neck already, scratching seemed a bad habit of his.
Shigaraki Tomura’s gaze then turned to you. A low whimper escaped your lips, and your head bowed low to the ground. Sweat beaded on your forehead.
A strange feeling had washed over you; you felt a strong sense of belonging to Tomura. The kind of belonging a dog has to its owner, the kind of belonging that made you need press your thighs together, and squirm under his sharp gaze. During that moment, you were sure your life had only one purpose.
Behind you Sensei, smirked. He had asked the Doctor to plant a sentence in her head. ‘Serve Tomura Shigaraki at all costs.’ This one statement had, by the looks of it, clearly influenced you.
“She will do, Master.” A cruel grin had spread itself across Tomura’s face, not visible because of the hand, but most definitely there underneath. “You said I can use her however I want?” His mind filled with disturbing fantasies of decaying her and letting her heal up again, of making her cry and kneel and beg.
“Yes, go ahead. The whole world belongs to you, Tomura.” Sensei’s voice was dripping with praise, it was sickly, but Tomura’s ego was fluffed up easily, his eyes had crinkled around the corners.
“I’ll take her now.” Tomura flicked his chin toward the door, gesturing for her to follow him as he walked out. She looked back at Sensei one last time as she trailed after Tomura, but it wasn’t like she was going to miss the creepy old guy she had just met, so she flicked her eyes back to Tomura. Affection clouded her vision as she stared at the back of him.
They reached this bar-looking area. It seemed normal, but there was no one in sight. After taking another look, you saw the purple mist that had brought you here, but he looked more human right now. The mist, you recall, named Kurogiri wore a dark grey waistcoat and black tie over a white long sleeve button down. It was similar to what a bartender would wear, and very formal when compared to the black, baggy, almost rags that Tomura Shigaraki wore.
“Kurogiri, fetch the girl some clothes. She can’t be wearing this.” He growled and gestured to the basic, dotted hospital gown which she wore.
“As you wish, Tomura Shigaraki.”
Kurogiri disappeared for a moment and then returned to the exact same spot at the bar as he had been, this time holding a small pile of neatly folded clothes.
Tomura took them without a word, and you noticed how he held his pinky finger just below the rest. It seemed like a weird thing to do, but you didn’t know much about your new master at all, really.
“You can get dressed later, first, come with me.”
“Okay, master.” You hummed in response.
He seemed to like it when you called him that, a low noise came from his mouth, and his eyes thinned in a way where you could tell he was smirking.
He walked towards a door beside the bar, and when he opened it, a small hallway was revealed.
You followed him a few steps until he stopped at one of the doors and swung it open. It was filthy. Litter from food and packaging, and dirty clothes covered each corner of the room, the bed was unmade, and it stank like a dead skunk’s ass.
“Is this your room, Master?” You tried to speak as politely as possible; you didn’t want to disrespect him accidently and risk him hurting or killing you.
“Yes. Step inside.”
As much as you didn’t want to, you did as told.
“You can stay in my room; you’re my property anyway.” He grumbled.
“Okay.” She looked around the room. There was a bed in one corner, beside it were sliding doors to a closet, which seemed to be mostly empty; probably because all his clothes were a mess on the floor. The two things that took up most of the space were a desk, which a large monitor sat on it. There were quite a few video games placed in a pile on the desk. And a TV with some of the latest consoles equipped on the stand. There was no couch or anything in front of the TV, so he probably had to sit on his bed to play anything.
I guess it makes sense for his room to be this messy if he spends all his time gaming.
If I’m going to live here, I should probably clean this for him.
Tomura had taken a seat on his bed after turning on one of the video game consoles. The TV showed a basic loading screen. He held the controller in the same weird way he had held the clothes, one pinky raised.
You walked around his room and picked up all the rubbish. Empty energy drink cans, chip packets, and 2-minute ramen cups.
Does this guy eat real food?
“Master.”
He looked away from the screen and glanced up at you.
“Is there a bin I can put this stuff in?”
“Go out to the bar and ask Kurogiri.”
“Okay.”
You stepped back into the hallway and into the bar. Kurogiri was standing in the exact same spot. You wondered if he ever went anywhere else.
“Kurogiri.” You held out the armfuls of rubbish towards him.
“Can you put these in the bin for me?” The weight was taken from your hands. “Thanks.” You muttered
When you returned to his room, Tomura was sitting at this desk, the console game he was loading just a few moments prior was ditched. He violently crashed his fingers on the keyboard as if it had insulted him. The hand was no longer on his face and had been sat on the corner of his desk.
You opened his closet and saw a few more hands placed on a shelf inside. You grabbed the face-hand from his desk and put it with the others. You looked through his clothes, it was basically a few black shirts and pants, pretty much exactly the same as what he was wearing at the moment.
This is quite the… fashion choice, Master.
He had three pairs of shoes. All sneakers, all the same brand, but they varied in colour. You pushed them together, so they were arranged neatly in a line. After that was done, you made his bed. You pulled the bed sheets and pillowcases off and rolled them up in your arms. Determined to find a washing machine, you ventured out into the hallway and looked through each of the rooms one-by-one; there were 4 in total. Most of the rooms were totally empty, but the final one at the end of the hall was where you found a washing machine, though slightly old-looking, it would do the trick. You shoved the sheets in and left the machine open and went back to Tomura’s room to grab all his dirty clothes. They were spread sparsely across the floor, some covered in blood and… dust? You had already put together that your dear master probably wasn’t a ‘star citizen’, so the blood didn’t really surprise you, but yikes!
What’s with all the dust…?!
You sighed and brushed his clothes off, then tossed them in the machine too. You closed the door on it, and stood in front of it, staring for a few moments.
How do I do this again…? Mmh… Detergent? That goes in here, right?
You flicked the compartment for the detergent open and filled the space to the top. Then, you pressed the ON button and set it to a hot wash for thirty minutes.
There we go!
After getting rid of all the rubbish, and washing his clothes, Tomura’s room had begun to look less like a garbage dump, and more like somewhere you could see yourself staying.
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You’d spent the whole afternoon through to the evening cleaning up Tomura’s room. Although you couldn’t get rid of the lingering metallic smell of blood, the place was clean, neat even. Tomura, of course, had spent the entirety of the time on his computer, and when you had finished the job, you leaned over his shoulder to see what he was playing. It was a first-person shooter; one he seemed particularly skilled at. People died to his revolver left and right, utterly defenseless, it seemed quirks didn’t exist in the game.
“Don’t you have a primary weapon of sorts?” She sort of recalled the game, but her memory of it was rough around the edges. Maybe she had played it before.
“I don’t like using them.” He muttered back in response, as if talking to you was a kind of distraction, which… maybe it was.
You smiled and stepped back from him, then walked over to his bed and plopped down on it, the soft feeling of fresh sheets enveloped you. The bed basically swallowed you whole, and you let out a soft hum of relief as you stretched your arms out. Today was a big day, you were drained. You hadn’t even put on fresh clothes yet. Your hair was frizzed, the hospital gown slightly dirtied, and your hands had tensed up. You knew you should get changed and put a bit of effort into your appearance, but you were just too tired. Your eyelids kept closing slowly every time you tried to blink them open, and you could feel the warm embrace of sleep cradling you slowly into its grasp.
Your breathing evened out, your chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm, and a serene smile rested on your face. Tomura noticed. Of course he did. He had noticed when you started cleaning, every movement of yours had stayed in the back of his head; quiet, but there. He had intended to play for a few more hours, at least until he broke midnight, but seeing you lying still on his bed, he decided to take a break.
He rolled you to the side to make space for himself, then settled onto the bed beside you. He faced the other direction, your back pressed against his.
At the time, he really wanted to turn your clothes to dust and touch you, but he held back. He wasn’t really sure why, you seemed much to weak to hold off against him, and if you did, All For One had given him permission to punish disobedience. It wasn’t like he had any basic human decency, but he held back, nonetheless.
When you awoke, he was at his desk, playing the same game as the night before. You had wondered if he even slept at all.
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After 2 months of living with Tomura Shigaraki, your previous caution and fear had decayed and faded to nothing. The only thing you knew and every wanted to know was him. You didn’t mind when he hurt you. In fact, you found much pleasure when he used his quirk on you, as you would regenerate immediately after. He would start with your hands, then chest, then legs and hips, and after it had all grown back, he would press his whole palm to your face and order you to kiss the inside of his hand while your head cracked away. Scars in the shape of spiderwebs had formed all over your body, because your quirk never let them heal completely.
Maybe you were crazy, maybe you were ill, but deep in your heart you knew. You were infatuated. You would never let anything; ANYONE cause him pain.
“Master…” You whimpered, tears flooded your eyes, but a smile played on your lips.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” His smirk was larger than your own. Everyone else would think it was creepy, but you drank it up. Nobody else could do this to him. Only YOU.
Your shirt had been unbuttoned and spread out on his bed underneath you, so that he could access your stomach. Your shorts had long since been tossed on the floor somewhere, leaving you laid underneath Tomura in your undergarments.
A palm, his palm, had been pressed hard against your stomach, a stomach which no longer existed. He was right. It hurt a lot. But he was the one who had hurt you, and knowing this, the pain had barely affected you, it was an afterthought pushed to the back of your head.
The decay had reached the nipples of your breasts before your quirk came to fight back. Your muscle, your fat, your skin, your organs rebuilt themselves, it left nothing but a white scar to mark the destruction which had laid ruin on your body only moments prior.
The bed creaked beneath the two of you as he leant down to kiss you. His lips were dry and cracked, but yours were too, so it barely made a difference to the heat of the moment.
Your hips bucked into his. A whimper vibrated against his lips. In the two months you had been with him, he had never taken the time to fuck you. The anticipation of it was worse torture than his decay.
His tongue pushed into your mouth, his sweet saliva mixed with yours, the tip of his tongue ran up yours, and you met him in a wet hot dance. Your drool had slid down your chin and continued to flow down onto your neck. He pulled back from the kiss and ran his lips down your neck, licking and sucking up all of your drool.
“Ah~ Master!” You whimpered, your hips grinded against his hard crotch. He pressed your hips back down into his mattress. He spread your legs apart with his knee. “What a good girl… You’re already so wet for me...” He slid his knee back and forth across your damp underwear. Your back arched upward in need.
Tomura would usually just get off to porn on his computer, sometimes with you watching. He was afraid he would embarrass himself with his inexperience with women, but right now, he wanted you, he didn’t care how you felt, he just wanted to use you.
You trembled under him, your lips parting occasionally to whimper or moan, drool spilled from your mouth and had coated your chin in a wet, sticky mess. You looked beautiful.
“Master… I need it so bad!”
“Need what? Use your words.” He stopped moving his knee, instead, he pressed his thumb to your clit over your drenched panties.
“I… Ugh!” You gasped.
He grinned. “Come on? What is it that you want, doll?” He kneaded his thumb in slow, agonizing circles. You arched your hips into his palm in a pathetic attempt to gain friction.
“Please… Please Tomura, fuck me!” You wailed, wriggling and writhing under him.
He pulled back his hand and slapped you, not hard, but enough to make you gasp. You locked eyes with him, your mind filled with haze and white emotion. “Who told you…” He grumbled. “…That you could call me that.” He continued. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes… I’m sorry… I’m such.. a bad girl, Tomura.” Oh how you wished he would slap you again, maybe more than once this time. You hungered at the mere fantasy in your head.
He did exactly as you wanted.
He slapped you again, harder. A red mark left on your cheek. You moaned, the sweetness of your voice dripping with heat sticky as honey. He hit you again, twice, thrice, four times. Your ears rung and your face stung, but you were in utter bliss. “You want me to fuck you? How? With these fingers?”
He pressed all 5 to your black panties, and they disintegrated within seconds, revealing your slick heat. He ran one finger along your folds; sliding it from your clit to your ass. After enough of your soaking wetness had coated his finger, he pushed it in. You moaned. He curled his long digit inside of you, and just barely missed your sweet spot. “Deeper, oh please!” He didn’t go deeper, instead, he slid a second inside and worked them faster.
Your legs shook uncontrollably, the heat of your intertwined bodies made sweat bead on your neck and shoulders. “Ah, you’re so worked up and I’ve barely even started, doll.” He snickered and slipped a third finger into your glossy warmth. “You’re incredibly tight, I’ll have to stretch you more so my cock will fit.” He gloated.
“Mmmh~” Your whines and whimpers became louder and more frequent as you neared your peak. Your eyes rolled far back into your skull, hips bucking up once more. You were close enough to taste your orgasm when he pulled his fingers out. You wailed. “Oh please!”
“Please what? Beg harder, doll.” He grinned, his smile large enough to fill his cheeks.
“Please put your dick in me, I beg of you!” You whined, rather pathetically. Your wrists shook as your hands tugged at his pants.
The fabric rustled as he helped you pull his pants and boxers down, and holy shit! You drooled over his cock with stars in your eyes.
It wasn’t very girthy, but it was certainly long, it had to be at least twenty-five centimeters. “I-Is that gonna fit…?” You mumbled, reaching for the huge member.
“I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry, doll.” He moved closer, and pressed the tip to your clit. He slid it up and down along your sensitive nub thrice before pushing lower into your cunt. He slithered it in at a painstakingly slow pace, letting you squirm under him the whole way. It filled you all the way to your cervix. As he hit it, his pace began to quicken. He thrust back and forth at a steady rhythm; each stroke accompanied with a low groan. He began to move harder and faster; each stroke hit your cervix with heavy precision which made you see stars.
Tomura leaned down and kissed you, your moans muffled against his mouth. When he pulled back, your eyes were closed and face a painting of fulfillment. “You’re so beautiful…”
You fell over the edge with a mixture of pain and pleasure, your legs trembled and your walls clenched hard around him. Tomura pistoned through your orgasm as his rapidly approached. Your juices coated his long cock and dripped out all over the insides of your thighs. Tomura reached his climax and pulled out quickly, his cum coating your tits and stomach in hot, white ropes.
He collapsed onto you, his chest rising and falling with short, heavy gasps.
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Subject 01.
Quirks:
Hyper-Speed – Allows the user to speed up any part of their body, which makes them able to move extremely quickly.
Regeneration – Allows the user to regenerate damaged or severed skin, bone, tissue, muscle, organs, and blood vessels rapidly.
Mortal Contract – Allows the user to transfer injuries to or from herself to another person, this also allows the user to take the ‘Mortal Soul’ of any person, effectively killing them. Physical contact must be made in order for this Quirk to activate.
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Chapter One – Complete.