The life of Serika Midoriya Part 2

Serika awoke in a room she didn’t recognize. All she could remember was that she had passed out in the woods after escaping from her home. She frantically sat up and looked around. She was in a small bedroom and was bandaged up and wearing a bathrobe.

“Ara, you’re awake. Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you,” Reika smiled as she sat in a chair by the bed.

“Who are you!” Serika nervously glared.

“I’m Reika Yuzume, a detective with the Tokyo Metropolitan police.” Serika began to panic as Reika stood up. “I am also here to save you."

“...!?”

“You’re a victim of abuse and most likely grew up sheltered and indoctrinated by a parental figure which I assume to be your mother.”

“...!”

“The look in your eyes tells me I’m right. I assume you hated and feared her to the point where you’d recklessly flee without even clothes or cash. The fact that you sloppily shaved yourself completely devoid of hair also proves that you fear you would be recognized if you had kept your hair. The fact that you ran for the woods instead of the town, also shows you don't trust people. I understand you are frightened, but please trust me. I want to save you. If you are who I think you are then that’s all the more reason for me to help you start a new life.”

“What the hell do you know about me!?” Serika trembled.

“You’re Mao Ookuma, the daughter of Ruchi Ookuma.”

“...!”

Serika’s heart began to beat faster and faster as she collapsed to the ground in terror.

“I’m not going to hurt you! I’m here to help you," Reika stated.

“LIKE HELL I’D BELIEVE THAT! YOU’RE AN I.L.U. GOON THAT’S GOING TO TORTURE ME TO DEATH BECAUSE I KILLED- “

“So, she’s dead.”

Serika began to cry as Reika walked over to her.

“NO! PLEASE DON’T! I DON’T WANT TO BE HURT! DON’T KILL ME! I HAVEN’T EVEN EATEN ANY GOOD FOOD- “

Reika embraced Serika in a hug. “It’s OK, you’re safe. I’m not with I.L.U., in fact, I’m trying to stop them," Reika calmly smiled.

“Like- "

“Do you know who Fubuki Dakota is?”

“Yes... I... watch her videos,” Serika trembled.

“She’s a wonderful journalist and a hero is she not?”

Serika began to calm down a bit as she heard those words. “Yeah, she’s a hero. She saved me, she showed me that monster could be hurt," she mumbled.

“It’s OK, I’m here for you. We can take this as slowly as need be. Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone else find out about you. I even brought some things for you."

Serika glanced over at the table and immediately noticed some manga and cans of matcha soda. She immediately rushed over and began drinking. Tears poured out of her eyes as she downed the cans in seconds.

"It's so good! F*** that piece of shit for never letting me drink this!" she cried.

"Is there anything else you want? I can go out and bring it to you," Reika stated as she showed Serika a catalogue on her phone. "Order whatever you want. I have no qualms about the cost," she smiled.

Serika's eyes lit up as she scrolled through and clicked on everything that grabbed her interest.

...

A few days later, Serika checked out her clothes in the mirror. She was wearing short shorts, a black T-shirt that exposed her midriff, and a baseball cap.

“You look bold girl,” Reika complimented as she walked in.

“Shut up! I look Beautiful,” Serika glared.

“You’re starting to get a nasty mouth. “

“The hell’s wrong with that huh!?”

“Nothing, though you might have trouble making friends.”

“Who needs em! I’ve got you. Besides, how do I know they aren’t some I.L.U. rat?”

Reika sighed as Serika sat next to her on the bed. “I can’t be with you forever; you need to get back on your own feet and become independent rather than depend on me.”

“I know that…”

Reika took off Serika’s hat and looked at her face. “You didn’t like the makeup?”

“I mean, I tried putting it on like they did in the video, but I just looked weird. So I wiped it off.”

"I’ll do your makeup this time, if you don’t like it you don’t have to wear it.”

Once Reika was done applying the makeup, she showed Serika a mirror. Serika gasped as she looked at herself in the mirror. She had never seen herself look this beautiful before, which caused her to begin crying.

“NO! Don’t cry! It will smear!” Reika warned.

Her warning came too little too late as the makeup smeared all over Serika’s face.

“Well, you’ve got a pretty face, so you don’t need to wear any makeup,” Reika giggled as she wiped down Serika’s face. She then gazed down at Serika's smooth radiant legs.

“I’m impressed you learned to shave so quickly, there’s now hardly a nick or scrape anywhere on your body.”

“I only became a bleeding mess because I was rushing and used a kitchen knife. I just wanted that hideous sludge clinging to my body gone. Though if it weren't for Fubuki, I'd have been brainwashed or worse microchipped. That piece of shit threatened to chip me if I so much as plucked out a single hair or if just one strand of hair wasn't smeared down to match her style. I had no freedom in how I could dress or even act. It was either emulate her to the blink, or microchip hell."

Reika clenched her fist as her expression darkened. “I’m glad that piece of shit is dead. The fact that she would subject you to such cruelty just to control you sickens me."

"Yeah f*** that piece of shit! I never wanna see her sludge or clothes anywhere on my body ever again."

Reika smiled as she rubbed Serika’s head. “So, are you ever going to grow out your hair?”

“What’s wrong with being bald?”

“Nothing, though I assume you’d like to try growing your hair out, considering you’ve never been allowed to do so before.”

“...”

“You’re afraid your hair will link you back to that piece of shit, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you seen what color it was when it grew back?”

“Nah, I've been shaving it every day.”

“Don’t shave your head and eyebrows next time, let them grow out and see what color they are.”

...

Two days later, Serika glared at herself in the mirror. “Dammit, its green.”

She began lathering her head and eyebrows with shaving cream as Reika entered the apartment.

“It’s green I assume,” Reika smiled

“Yeah.”

“Well before you shave it all off, at least let me see it.”

Serika begrudgingly wiped herself off with a towel as Reika gazed at her hair.

“Oh, it’s a beautiful forest green. You should definitely grow it out,” Reika warmly smiled.

“But it will- “

“Your hair is far brighter and lighter than that piece of shit’s black sludge ever hoped to be. There's also some hints of magenta, and I assure you, that piece of shit's hair is NOT magenta, nor was the hair of the man she had sex with. Plus, this is now YOUR hair, not hers. You're also free to style and wash it, or even dye it as you please.”

Tears began to pour out of Serika's eyes. “C- Can I really, Can I finally grow out my hair like a normal girl. Can I finally go outside and do things that people normally do every day?” Serika cried.

“Yes, let’s go out right now. Those sneakers you ordered have just been sitting by the door, it’s about time you wore them,” Reika smiled.

Serika tearfully smiled as she ran towards the door and slipped into a pair of chartreuse sneakers and sloppily tied the laces.

"Time to venture out into the world, though let me show you how to properly tie your laces so you don't trip on them," Reika smiled as she retied one of the laces.

"Oh, that's how. Never really wore anything besides house slippers since I was never allowed to leave the house," Serika stated as she tied the other lace.

“Oh right, did you finally decide on a new name for yourself? I'd like to get you that new ID so you can start going to school.”

“Yeah, Serika Midoriya.”

“'Serika' you say? If I recall correctly, that was the name Fubuki Dakota was originally going to give to her daughter that was murdered by Akuma Ookmua" Reika stated. A somber expression overtook Serika's face as she began to tremble. "My apologies, I did not mean-"

"No, it's fine. Sensei, can I tell you a secret?" Serika asked.

"I'm all ears."

"I actually have memories from before I was born. I have no idea how far they go back, but I definitely remember hearing my mother soothing me every night and singing a lulluby, even though she sounded like she was in pain each day.  Though the one thing that sticks in my mind was that just before I was born, I felt excruciating pain. It was like I was being scraped with knives. Then I felt like I was being suffocated before I found myself staring face to face with that piece of shit."

"Wait, are you implying that you were killed before being born and then reincarnated as that piece of shit's daughter!?"

"Guess that would make sense of what I said. It would also explain why I felt so much hope and courage when I heard Fubuki's voice again back in 2007."

"In 2007? That was when I first met Fubuki and- Wait, did you just say-"

"Yeah, as soon as I heard Fubuki's voice, I knew she was my real mother. Or at least, that's what I like to believe. Even though we've never met, Fubuki's videos gave me the strength and courage to put up with that hell. She truly felt more like a mother to me than that piece of shit."

"I see. So that's why you elected to address me as 'Sensei' then."

"Huh?"

"Oh, I figured you might possibly view me as a motherly figure."

"Sorry, I honestly want to save that for Fubuki."

"No worries, I'm far too young to be your mother anyway."

"I still look up to you though."

"I'm glad. Now Serika, I just have one final question, why did you choose chartreuse sneakers?"

“Because I like the color!”

“All I needed to hear.”

The two laughed and smiled as they exited the apartment.

...

“And that’s how I met Sensei. A few days later I enrolled in high school, though I was a loner and got in fights. It was a fine experience overall, though. I really did enjoy living a normal life. Best part is, the piece of shit's political party completely collapsed without her. I guess it was due to the fact that only she could control the microchipped poll workers along with all the scandals the party was being hit with thanks to those SD cards I snagged. Sensei was the one that ultimately made it a reality, though Fubuki did make some videos on the matter too. I then became a detective after graduating high school in order to help Sensei take down Illumous. However, she refused to let me get any further involved in Illumous matters once Twintails joined the force. I guess maybe she wanted me to live a life free from worrying about Illumous. She would still hang out with me though. Though Twintails quickly became Sensei’s new favorite. I actually met her long before then, a few days after I gained my freedom actually. And we've hated each other since. Hell, I got in a fight with her at Ryokoma and we ended up having to clean the place up. I still think I'm smarter than her too. She only has more perfect scores cause she was in school longer. Then Sensei was murdered, now here we are," Serika sighed as she finished telling her story.

Tears began to pour out of Madoka’s eyes. “I had no idea you had such a horrible past."

“Yeah, and now- “

“We can be friends!”

Serika began to cry again. "Even after all that... W- Will you really be my friend?”

“Hell YES! You really are an amazing woman. I’m happy to give my first kiss to you.”

“You know that really was my very first kiss like ever.”

“...! I can give you another one if you want.”

“Nah, I don’t have romantic feelings for you.”

“Not yet anyway.”

“Want me to clobber you?”

“What!? Friends are supposed to tease each other.”

Serika smiled and began to laugh. “Name’s Serika Midoriya, feel free to call me Serika.”

“Madoka Ginkawa. Mado-chan, Madoka, any cute nickname’s fine, Serika," Madoka smiled.

“I’m so glad you were my first kiss and the first friend I made after meeting Sensei, Madoka," Serika smiled back.