chapter 2- Glittering Gold
Izuku rose with the sun beating into his curled up form in the corner of the warehouse, mice and bugs being much more active then they were last night. With a yawn, he sat up shivering from the cold morning air wafting through all of the smashed open windows with graffiti covering the cracked cement walls.
With a small sneeze and cough, izuku stood up and decided to look around the building, seeing what type of damage was done and if there was an actual enclosed room that he could possibly make into small living quarters for himself.
The building itself was a complete dump, metal beams laid everywhere. Paper was scattered, desks and chairs broken and carelessly laid around wide rooms with old plastic bottles and other harmful trash laid on the ground.
To Izuku it was obvious this use to be some type of working building or factory that seemed to have been caught up in some type of villain fight and was not abandoned, but seeing that if it really was an abandoned office building of sorts, that means there has to be the main office where the boss would have worked, now just the problem of finding it…
So he continued to explore what he assumed to be the first floor, coming upon small personal things that were left in the panic of evacuation, finding cell phones, computers, and purses under piles of rubble that seemed sturdy yet weak at the same time.
Then Izuku came across a stairway, stairs going both up and down ‘ alright… so that must mean there is an underground as well… but that would be the weakest place so let's avoid that for now, I guess.’ He thought to himself as he turned to start heading up a flight of stairs.
Things he found was fascinating, while walking up the staircase he found shoes and pieces of jewelry, most of which looked like they belonged to a woman. As well as wallets and dropped papers much like what he found on the first floor.
Then he came up to a door with a large number 2 on it and small pieces of cement blocking it from being opened, and so he got to work using all the strength a small 12-year-olds arms could muster to move the blocks of cement carefully as not to disrupt the balance the building has.
A half-hour later, he was finally able to open the rusted broken door enough for him to slip inside and what he found made him both interested and sick at the same time.
Inside there were heaps of cement blocks and under those blocks of cement were bones… human bones. Were these people not important enough for the heroes to rescue? Left here to rot and be forever forgotten along with what happened to this building of destruction.
Izuku, while disturbed was oddly fascinated with looking at the manila colored bones, even going as far as to crouch down and look at the bones and clothes that were the closest him. He observed how each bone had cracks and fractures, how they were placed in a way that it was easy to see the exact makeup of the bones within a human body, all but the left leg was in plain sight and then a large piece of cement where the left leg should have been.
Izuku stood back up and kept looking around, going up a few more floors until he found what seemed to be the boss's floor. It was defiantly one of the worse floors, having the same destruction as the rest except a front desk when you first exit the doors into the floor. Yet Izuku was able to get into the boss’s main office and what he found was both horrifying and beautiful.
Within the room, he found human remains once again, but within the bones, grasp was a suitcase filled to the brim with gold and cash. Golden rings and chains spilled around the long-decayed corps with coins and cash littered around the whole room and in the center where he could only suspect a chair and desk had once sat, now sat a large chunk of metal and cement the size of a large boulder.
With giddy excitement, Izuku went around and started collecting the shiny objects and the paper importance stuffing as much as he could into the small pockets of his pants and into his hoodie. Putting on as much gold he could onto his body, laughing at the eight each object held and how the weight made him feel almost lighter.
Once izuku collected what he could carry, then he grabbed the briefcase and lifted up the heavyweight, not even looking to see how much was actually within the black briefcase.
With a smirk, he walked/dragged the briefcase and all of his now golden belongings out of the room and back down all the flights of stairs that he climbed just to find the bosses room.
Once izuku made it back out to the barren and abandoned street, the sun was just about to start going down as the thugs that usually came out at night started the slowly make their way out of the dark alleys and sketchy buildings lining the streets, none paying the small kid dragging a briefcase any sort of mind.
Izuku kept walking until he heard a pain-filled whimper coming from a side street that had no form of light against he increasingly darkening world, and against his own better judgment he hid the briefcase slowly behind a wooden palate and ventured into the dark abysses.
What izuku saw would haunt him for months to come, yet little did he know it would be the beginning of a wonderful friendship.. the first of many.
When izuku entered the darkened alley, he saw a small lavender haired boy curled up into a ball covered head to toe in blood, and his first thought was ‘is that the kids or were it someone else’s?’ Before rushing to the lavender haired teens side with a feeling of dread deep within his stomach.
“ H-Hey! Are you okay?” Izuku spoke aloud before mentally facepalming. ‘ He’s obviously not an okay idiot! He is covered in blood and is like barley breathing… shit shit shit what should I do in this situation!’ so it wasn’t much of a surprise when all izuku got as a reply was another whimper of pain.
So with a little struggle izuku dragged the bloodied boy onto his bath and staggered back to where he hid the gold-filled briefcase and started the long trek to find a new location, ignoring the blank stares that the other lowlife criminals gave the two young teens.
Ignoring how the blood seeped through his own clothes and matted his hair into knots much worse then izuku would like to know, ignoring the flickering shop lights that looked all too inviting yet dangerous in his eyes. So izuku kept walking, walking until he found a small abandoned shop with boarded-up windows but a small enough crack in the back door for him to slip him and the lavender haired teen into the building.
With careful movements izuku let the briefcase fall gently onto the floor and placed the bloodied boy onto the hard floor of the shop, being gentle as he didn’t know where the blood was coming from and so that he didn’t wake the poor boy up.
Immediately Izuku got up to search for some type of cloth that he could use to clean away the blood and hopefully some type of curtain he could use to somewhat keep the hurt boy warm in the cold temperatures.
Just as izuku was about to push open the door he saw open just a crack a fist came out of nowhere right for his face ‘ oh fuck.’