Captured Just for You
The room was quiet. Neither of them wanted to break the silence that had followed the sound of cuffs being chained to the table. Hizashi took this time to lean back in his chair and stare at his interrogator. He noticed that the man looked exceptionally more exhausted than his usual demeanor--eyes more bloodshot, hair more ragged, even his eye bags had eye bags. After about a minute, the man let out a long deep sigh and started to walk to the chair across the table from Hizashi. He sat down and clicked the record button on the machine sitting on the middle of the table.
“Would you mind explaining, for the record, who you are and why you're here.”
Hizashi leaned forward, a smirk on his face. Leaning over the table as far as he could, held back by his restraints, he speaks into the machine, “Shota Aizawa. And as far as I’m concerned, I’m here solely based on the fact that I am sexy as fu-”
“Dammit, Hizashi!” Shota exclaimed, smacking his hands down on the table and then bringing them up to hold his shaking head. He couldn’t help it. His frustration, confusion, and the immense lack of sleep from taking on extra patrolling shifts was putting his sanity on thin ice. Hizashi leaned back in his chair again, smiling as he got what he wanted. “Do you know how much trouble you’re in? The police have solid evidence against you and your crimes and all you can do is sit there smirking and making jokes?”
Hizashi’s face dropped as he took on a serious tone, “Making jokes? You really think I’m over here, cuffed to this table, sitting in this horrendously uncomfortable chair, not taking what’s said seriously? Sho, you know me better than that. I’m dead serious when I say that no one could ever compare to you and how sexy you are, especially when you get that crease on your forehead.” Hizashi flashed him a wide grin and leaned sideways to look at the one way mirror, “Ask Detective Tsukauchi back there! He knows when people are telling the truth!”
Shota forcefully pushed back in his chair away from the table and stood up, turning around to face the corner of the room. He put all of his energy into composing his face and body language again. There was a slight knock on the door before it opened and Detective Tsukauchi walked in. Hizashi watched as the detective walked over to Aizawa and whispered something in his ear, glanced at Hizashi, and then walked back out.
‘Damn,’ Hizashi thought.‘If only I could’ve turned up my aids, I would have been able to hear what he said.’
Shota didn’t move, or turn back around to face him. Rather, he just stood there. “How about,” the blonde started, “you tell me the time, and I’ll let you in on a little secret?” Aizawa lifted his arm to look at his watch, turned around, and calmly walked back to the chair and sat.
“4:57pm. What’s your secret?” Yamada knew that he was telling the truth because he knows Shota. Sho's new tone of voice and posture led to the notion that whatever ‘secret’ he had to give was going to be another one of his games. Hizashi took a deep breath, knowing that this would be his last chance.
“You. You are my secret. We could be so good together. You know that we’re the dream team. We’ve known each other for years, worked together time and time again, we know our styles, strengths, weaknesses. Our compatibility is off the charts, and you know it!” He leaned forward again, desperation in his voice, “Do you really want me to go to prison? To go to Tartarus?! Do you know what happens there? I would be locked up for good and you’d never be able to see me! Is that what you want?? They really aren’t what you think, Sho! You know me! You know me! Do you think that I would really put all my effort and energy into something I don’t believe in?” He was desperate, almost to the point of begging. He needed Sho to believe him. Needed him to say yes.
Shota Aizawa looked at the man in front of him. His hair was down and slightly disheveled due to the commotion of his arrest and transportation. His green eyes, big and pleading, covered slightly by his glasses. Shota searched those eyes. Looking, hoping, for any hidden messages that Zashi may be trying to pass on to him, but all he saw was sincerity. Zashi really was part of the MLA and was sitting here, in front of him, handcuffed, begging him to join the very group that the Hero Commision and other hero agencies had only heard rumors about.
Thoughts were racing through Aizawa’s head. ‘How had he even gotten in contact with the MLA? How did all of this start? When did this all start? I don’t want to lose him.’
“No, Zashi,” he sighed out. He was exhausted and wanted to leave this room. He wanted so badly for this to be a nightmare and that once he woke up, he would be back in bed with his Zashi, not this traitor that looks like him. He had thought he had come to terms with Hizashi’s betrayal weeks ago, but seeing him here, in the station as a villain, was more than he could handle right now. He looked Yamada right in the eyes, “You going to Tartarus is the last thing I would ever want, but I don’t get to choose that because you had already chosen the second you agreed to join the Meta Liberation Army.”
The look on Hizashi’s face turned downcast. Briefly, Sho thought that it looked as if he was going to cry. Yamada took a deep breath and when he looked back up at Sho, it was a look of pity. “Well, can’t say that I didn’t try. I’m sorry. I really am. I wish you could see all the good that the MLA is doing. I really wanted us to be together and celebrate when this is all over and everyone is free.” Hizashi gave Sho a weak smile as he leaned forward and rested his head in his hands before sitting back in his chair, shoulders slumped.
Only seconds after the conversation finished, the section of wall right behind Hizashi Yamada started to melt away, slowly at first, and then in a blink of an eye, it was gone, followed by a thunderous BANG! blowing the rest of the wall forward in pieces. The force of the blast that came through the wall blew Hizashi’s hair forward as he ducked and hunched forward to keep himself safe from any possible flying debris. The smell of smoke and fire surrounded him. Hizashi looked around and saw that the door to the interrogation room was blocked by large pieces of wall and the new hole in the one way mirror was too small for anyone to be able to fit through. There was no way anyone would be able to come in to stop this. He looked around and noticed Shota lying on the floor not moving, a small amount of blood started to pool around his head.
A short, round man with slicked green hair walked through the rubble and towards Yamada. He reached out and touched the chained handcuffs that were keeping Yamada restrained. As soon as he did, the metal started to melt, freeing him. Yamada stood up and stretched his body, reaching high up and then flipping his hair back behind him. He looked at his wrists and then frowned, remembering that of course he wouldn't have his usual hair tie on. He looked at the little man and held out his hand. He jumped slightly and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a hair tie, giving it to Yamada. Taking the hair tie, he pulled the top section of his hair back and quickly tied it into a bun. He then reached to his ears and switched his hearing aids back on, after having secretly turned them off when he put his head in his hands after finishing his conversation with Aizawa.
His face was stern as he walked towards the man laying on the floor. He reached down and checked his pulse, releasing a small breath when he found that Shota was still alive. He then went to start moving Aizawa to lean him up against a wall that had a smaller amount of debris around it. As he was propping Aizawa up, Aizawa had started to come to.
“..Za...shi..?” he groaned. His head was killing him and he felt so confused and disoriented. The man leaning in front of him looked like his Hizashi, but the face was all wrong. This Hizashi in front of him didn’t radiate the warmth and laughter that he was supposed to. This one was cold, hard, distant, the complete opposite of his sun.
“Easy now, don’t push yourself and move too much, Sho. They’ll get in here soon and help you, I have no doubt about it.” Then quietly he whispered, “You had me worried there for a minute, love. I thought you had died.” Hizashi reached forward and cupped Shota’s cheek tenderly, he then dropped his hand and stood up to turn, walking away through his new escape route. Taking a deep breath, “I really wish you would have joined me. You know how much I hate goodbyes.” He stopped once more and turned his head to look back at Shota Aizawa.
Shota looked up and through his blurred vision and confused state, he saw Hizashi standing there, wind blowing his hair that was still down and fire roaring behind him. He saw at least two figures standing on the opposite side of the wall, outside, presumably the ones who caused the melting and explosion. They locked eyes for a brief moment, and Shota wasn’t sure if it was his concussed state or if it actually happened, but for that brief moment, Hizashi’s face showed all of his pain and sadness that then vanished as he turned back around.
“Goodbye, Eraserhead.”