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Keigo groaned as he slowly came back to consciousness, his eyes slowly cracking open. All he saw was a green blue for a moment, then his nictitating membranes slid across his eyes and cleared them again before retreating. His visor was cracked in many places, so that wasn't helping his eyesight either. He pulled them off, taking a proper look around.
He was in... A forest. With a grunt, he pushed himself up and ran his hands down his body. The last thing he remembered was battling a villain with a portal quirk, so he'd probably been teleported someplace else. Well, no matter. He was the fastest hero alive - he could make it back to Japan quickly.
He stood shakily, spreading his wings. Then he immediately stopped, grasping his right wing with a gasp. Eyes squeezing shut for a moment, he ducked in a few shallow, painted breaths, then opened his eyes against and ran his hand over the wing. The main bone of his wing was broken badly, ridges of bone poking his skin and sending sharp pangs of pain through him when he touched it lightly. Keigo let out another shuddering breath, extending and closing his other wing to make sure that it wasn't injured.
Well. This was worse than he'd assumed. At least neither of his legs was hurt - then he'd be completely stuffed. Keigo tossed his visor into his pocket and reached for his comm, pressing it into his ear.
"The villain with the portal quirk has sent me to an unknown location and my wing is broken. I need assistance," he said, and received no answer. He frowned and pressed again, but just got static. "Hello?"
Nobody answered. Usually, the hero commission would respond within seconds with a sort, succinct answer. That meant his comm was broken.
This situation just kept on getting worse, didn't it?
Keigo narrowed his eyes at his surroundings, slipping his comm back into his pocket and looking around. He could hear a stream not too far off, so if he followed that then he should come across civilisation eventually, right?
Well, there was no need to walk all that way. He found his way to the stream, then lowered himself beside it and detached a few red feathers from his left wing. After a moment of hovering, they each shot off in a different direction and he closed his eyes to focus on them. It took about five minutes, but one found a town, the idle chatter of people sending vibrations into the feather.
Now he knew what way to go, and he just had to go there. But his feather moved much faster than he would, and five minutes for the feather would surely be much longer for him. Keigo pursed his lips, then glanced around. This place seemed peaceful enough. He'd sleep in a tree tonight - though it wasn't exactly night yet, but he was tired. Sue him - then head to the town tomorrow.
He climbed into a great oak tree with much difficulty, his wing hanging limply behind him. After a while he detached all his feathers aside from the tiny pin feathers from that one, making it much smaller and less likely to bump on things. Curling up on the branch, he scattered his feathers around under the tree to warn him of danger, then fell asleep easily.
He was startled awake by the feeling of a soft finger brushing over one of his feathers. He snapped into combat mode, then realised the feeling was coming from the feather in the town. The person picked his feather up and he shivered at the feeling. A mischievous smirk tugged at his lips and he lifted the feather, tugging it out of the person's hands and making it hover. An inhaled breath sent vibrations across his feather and his smirk widened.
He pulled the feather a little closer - not too far, just enough so that whoever it was would follow. There was no way for him to exactly tell if they were following without going back to touch them, but he pulled it closer again anyways. Then he hovered it in the air, and sent it back. It encountered a breathing wall not too far back, so the person was indeed following.
Keigo lifted a gloved hand to his mouth, chuckling a little, and pulled the feather back slowly. After a few more checks to ensure the person was still following, he sped the feather up a bit. Leaving it to do that, he focused on his other feathers and pulled them back into his injured wing tenderly. It wouldn't be good to great this person without half his feathers, would it?
He sat on the branch he'd been sleeping on, crossing his legs under him as he awaited the return of his feather and the entrance of this new person eagerly. Perhaps they'd have a phone he could call the hero commission with! Last time he went missing without letting them know where he was, they put him through brutal re-training methods. Though he was an adult this time, so maybe they'd hold off?
...Who was he kidding, they'd just go harder because he was supposed to know better.
Whatever. Focus on the present.
His feather swept into sight, darting up to take its place in his wing. A tall, beautiful man with long golden hair followed, eyes set on the feather. The man froze, eyes wide and confused. Keigo also froze for a second - because damn this dude was absolutely smoking hot - but shook it off very quickly.
It was an odd reaction from the pretty man though. Perhaps he knew Keigo from the television? He was the number three hero after all.
"Hi!" he chirped, leaning forward.
The man responded in a language he didn't recognise. Keigo frowned, trying English next. Nothing. Well, the hero commission hadn't drilled all those languages into his head for nothing. Next he tried Korean, then Mandarin, then Cantonese, French, German, Dutch, and Russian. Still nothing. He said hello in broken Greek, and when he received no answer he blew out a sigh. He knew very little Greek, so it wouldn't have helped him much if that was what the other man spoke, but it would have been better than nothing.
The other man spoke again, taking a step forward. Keigo frowned at the foreign words, not recognising a single syllable. Great.
With a sigh, he slipped from the tree, wincing when his wing bumped against the ground. A look of concern creased the blond man's face and he stepped forward again, saying something else. Keigo laughed. "I can't understand you," he said.
The man just blinked.
"And you can't understand me, either. I should stop talking, I'm probably confusing you, huh?"
Silence.
"Yeah, sorry about that."
The golden-haired man said something, gesturing towards where the town was.
"You want me to go with you?" Keigo questioned, and received no answer. "Okay, let's go!"
He sauntered forward, discreetly detaching a few of his feathers to scout around them. It wasn't that he didn't trust the golden-haired man, except that was exactly what it was. Despite the fact that normal people wouldn't have noticed him send his feathers off, the man's blue eyes flickered after them for a split second before returning to Keigo. Perhaps that was his quirk? Sharp eyes or something.
"Lead the way," Keigo yawned. The sun was beginning to set now, and he'd gotten only a very short nap.
The golden haired man said something and smiled, turning to walk back. Keigo followed, whistling a tune. He caught the man looking at him and stopped, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth.
"Am I annoying you?" he purred, and received - get this - no response. Wow. Mind blowing.
He sighed. "I'm really getting sick of this language barrier," he complained, feathers puffing up. The handsome man focused on his wings, eyes widening just a smidge again. Keigo's smile widened and he feigned nonchalance as he stretched, arms reaching above his head and his uninjured wing reaching out to its full size.
The pretty man's eyes grew even wider. Keigo folded his wing against his back again with a snicker. He wasn't sure why this man seemed so fascinated with his wings, but he'd lean into it as much as he could - drawing awed looks from him was fun.
The sun started to set, sending streaks of pink, orange, yellow and gold across the fluffy clouds. It looked like something out of a painting, honestly. Then the stars started coming out, twinkling in the sky like jewels. Usually he had to fly really high to see them this clearly, so wherever he was must be somewhere without much smog. Or any at all, from how many stars were out...
The golden-haired man led him to a gate, which he knocked on. It was opened quickly, by a woman almost as pretty as the blond guy. Sheesh, was everyone here gorgeous or something? Her eyes widened at the sight of Keigo - what was up with that?? - and she said something to the blond man. Handsome guy replied, and she let them in.
Wow. The city was absolutely breathtaking. It had numerous fountains around, and nature blended seamlessly with he architecture. Vines and rosebushes climbed spires and towers, and every building had many gaping windows to let in sunlight and breeze.
Keigo realised after a moment that he was staring while the pretty man walked away, so he jogged after him, then slowed with a wince. Apparently jogging jolted his wing a little too much. After a moment, he shook it off and sped up to catch up to him anyway.
The handsome man turned around and frowned at him, hands coming up as he said something.
"I can't understand a word you're saying, so I'm going to assume it's about how hot I am," he winked with a chuckle. Goldie's frown deepened, but he turned away and led him towards a particularly large building.
"Where are we going?" Keigo asked, slipping his hands into his pockets as he followed after the man. The man said something in that pretty, foreign language that he didn't understand. Keigo huffed, running a hand through his windswept blond hair. Not blond like Goldie's though - blond like wheat.
Looking around, he could see numerous beautiful people staring at him. Everyone here really was pretty, huh? Always one to thrive in attention, he raised a hand to wave at them, receiving a wide-eyed look in return. He muffled a snicker with his hand, yellow eyes forming crescents in mirth. Goldie looked back at him, so he nodded towards the bug-eyed spectators. Goldie huffed a laugh as well, then took his arm gently and led him into the building.
Goldie led him to another ridiculously handsome man, this one with brown hair, and said something. Brownie's eyes widened momentarily, but in a flash his face was impassive again. Impressive control.
Brownie stepped forward, reaching out a hand to Keigo's wing. He hesitated for a second, then decided to take the risk and turned slightly, offering his wing in consent. His feathers fluffed at the sudden contact of Brownie's fingers on his wing, but he smoothed them down again.
Any other time, he would have loved to have hands as gentle as these on his body. When they were softly touching and prodding the break in his wing, though, it absolutely sucked. No matter how light the touch, it sent sharp pains shooting through him.
Brownie said something and led them to an all-white room that looked a bit like a medical room, and made him sit on the bed. Then he grabbed some supplies from a cupboard and frowned at his wing. Keigo decided to make it easier on the man and detached almost all his feathers, again just leaving the pin feathers. He piled the feathers on the bed then slipped his jacket off over the small wing stubs, being careful not to touch it to the injured wing. Left in just his skintight black shirt, he looked up at the pretty men.
Brownie paused at the sight, then nodded and said something to Goldie, who left.
Brownie spread something cool over the break, which soothed the pain, then he gently but quickly moved the bone back into place. Even with the painkilling gel, or whatever it was, it hurt like a bitch. Luckily, Keigo was trained to ignore pain and didn't make a noise. Next, Brownie bandaged and splinted the wing. He wouldn't be able to reattach the feathers until it was healed, but that was fine.
Goldie came back in next, holding a set of robes like he and Brownie were wearing. He handed them to Keigo.
"Not really my style, but thanks," Keigo said, taking them. Next he was handed a pair of scissors and an apologetic look, and Goldie conveyed through a series of gestures that he'd have to cut off his shirt to avoid it aggravating the break. Keigo sighed but nodded, then gesture for them to leave so he could get changed.
They did so with some parting words. Keigo sighed. Now to figure out how to put these weird robes on. Goldie had already cut holes in the back, thankfully. Still, it was far too complicated for his tastes.