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Gold Serpent of Shie Hassaikai

“Come here, you little fucking thief!!” A child pushes through the busy streets of Musutafu. His slender legs carried his whole skinny body towards a cold park. It was cold and empty, just like his stomach as it rumbled. He walked to an empty bench and sat down, a sigh of relief leaving his dry mouth. He took a huge bite out of the bread he had stolen.

He had no choice. He was hungry, practically starving. Every passing person looked at him with pity yet did nothing to assist his poor situation, just… watching him suffer was “enough” to help him. 

It did not.

It had only filled him with rage.

His rage slowly filled his stomach everytime a hero walked by. Instead of their assisting and gentle hands– like he expected from stories– he was left with scraps being tossed at him by them. The scraps were mere scraps, nothing useful for his survival. Only a gesture of nothing. Absolutely nothing.

With one another bite, he felt his stomach acids coming up to the surface. He placed his half-eaten bread and hurled forward, pressing his arms against his aching stomach as all of his food on the grass, now a waste. His stomach growled for more food but he had none, only his half-eaten bread.

He grabbed his bread and ate it slowly but faster than before, eventually eating it all and it settled alright in his stomach. He stood up and slowly wobbled to the alleyways. His legs slowly dragged his light body towards the busy streets once again, his intentions to steal arose again. His eyes danced around, looking at the colorful stores bustling in the cold night. A shiver went down his pale skin, feeling a cold coming which only caused further problems to himself.

With a sigh, he decided to find a shelter, as the night was getting colder by each passing second. He walked into a shop– hoping for the store owner or manager to let him stay for the heaters– only to be pushed out of the shop like some stray dog, disgusting and filthy to be let in. His knees scraped the ground, bruising and slight bleeding occurred. The little boy only stood up once again and struggled to walk again, tripping every once and a while.

He found himself under the highways. It was cold… but warm enough than in the middle of the streets. He sat down and huddled up. His knees pressed against his chest, and his arms wrapped around his scraped and bruised legs. He dropped his head, feeling himself ready to sob. 

He would do anything to go back to his loving parents, his lovely house, and the warm and cozy fireplace that only brought warmth and comfort to his whole body.

But he knew it was no longer possible. They were dead. What could he do? Nothing.

Closing his eyes, he tried to gather some sort of warmth from his cold surroundings. Friction from his hands only brought little heat to comfort him. His eyes open once again, his black eyes becoming teary-eyed. He hated his situation but he could not do anything to change it. Afterall, he was just a boy.

“Are you alright, young man?” He looked up with widened eyes. It was a tall and broad man. His face was nothing but a black blank space, unable to see his face. He couldn’t tell what sort of expression he had on his face. Angry? Pity? What was it?

The man reached forward to touch the boy, causing him to flinch and backed away. The man paused, his hand caught up in the air. He stared right back at the boy’s black eyes, his gold pupils glowing which piqued an interest in him. “Where are your parents?” he asked. No answer. The boy’s eyes followed as the old man sat down on the muddy land under the highway. He was a bit surprised to have seen this. He had a proper suit on, tie and everything. His thoughts consisted of ‘why is he sitting? His suit..’ and ‘what a nice suit…’ as he analyzed the man. 

“Mr. Chisaki..” The old man was shocked to have heard this, a quiet gasp left his mouth. “That is my name… how do you know that, young man?” he looked closer, curiosity seeping out of him. “It is your Quirk?” the boy looked at him with caution… but nodded.

The man was now fully intrigued by his answer. ‘Perhaps an analytic Quirk?’ he wondered. The grey-haired man stood up, peeling his suit jacket off and crouched down once again and wrapped him around like a burrito. The little boy, shrivelled and cold, instantly felt warmth from the big and perfectly tailored jacket. He looked up at him with slight hope. Hope that he could stay with the man, now that he feels somewhat comfortable with him.

“Come with me, son. I’ll help you.” He extended his rough hand towards him. This was the first time the boy had seen the man’s smile. It was warm and gentle, unlike his rough and buff exterior. Who knew a tough guy would have such a smile? The boy looked down at hand in front of him, inviting him to a better life.

His small and cold hand extended forward, placing gently in his hand. The warmth of the old man’s hand instantly heats up his own cold hands. Mr. Chisaki guided the boy to his arms and he lifted him up, his legs and torso held up. The boy sighed a sigh of relief, feeling the warmth from the man’s instantly warming him up. He relaxed almost immediately. His grip was tight and secure.. Yet it was gentle and reassuring, reassuring him that everything’s going to be okay.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Mr. Chisaki looked down, hoping for an answer. He wasn’t sure the boy had a name, but he wanted to ask to make sure. “...Tomo…” Despite being his name, he always hated it, never wanted anyone to call him such a name. It seems Mr. Chisaki had catched up on his hate for his name from the pause he had. “I could, of course… give you a new name? A fresh new start.” The boy immediately lightened up at the suggestion. His head shook frantically, practical stars in his eyes, filled to the brink with excitement. Mr. Chisaki chuckled, enjoying his excitement.

“How would you like the name, Kouki ?” -----------------------------------------------------------

★☽A/N: Okay so... this is an odd idea for a new X OC I want to do! If this gets a bunch of notes and such, I might make it into a series and of course, will be published on Wattpad like my other series, A Drop of Blood and A Shine of Hope!