A quirk that let's one transform into anyone who's blood they have consumed. Kuriko found it to be very powerful as she sat in front of Himiko. She had told her about her quirk. She told her about everything else. Her parents told her to be normal. Disgusted with her behavior, her parents tried to suppress it from a young age by putting immense pressure on her to be "normal," which she then took to heart. She repressed her "abnormal" tendencies over the years, but of course that was over with. Kuriko noted her mood swings . One moment she was sad or angry the next she was bright eyed and cheerful. She wondered if this developed due to her not being allowed to be herself . She had to act like someone else. Put on a happy facade. Her mood swings were explainable.

Kuriko found it interesting how quickly she took to her. She would've expected her to be afraid. She had seen what she had done she could've reported it. Then again she did see her take out a random school girl and heal up her victem. She successfully pulled the girl out of trouble. They hardly knew eachother. The blonde would talk to her but she was not being herself.

Even as she talked to her, she found it her to pull apart her multiple emotions. She couldn't tell which were which. Himiko didn't know how to properly experience multiple emotions. Not in her form of normal or the form of normal that had been forced upon her.

"Life is hard, isn't it Kuriko? "

Kuriko nodded. Himiko was back to her sadness. At least she could feel some emotions when the girl let herself be overtaken by one alone.

"My normal is wrong. Mom and dad don't like it. No one will like it. It's disgusting"

Was it? Kuriko couldn't find a problem with it . Her quirk makes her naturally inclined towards blood. It is what makes her so fascinated by it. So much so that she mistakes her bloodlust for love. Which brings up something else. She believed she loved this boy and she attacked him to drink his blood. She couldve killed him. So that means her interpretation of love is really broken.

"Why don't you hate it? "

There was hope in her voice. Kuriko looked at her hands when the question was asked. Why should she hate it? She never judged anyone's quirk. She never judged their form of normal. She never judged any odd tendencies, because she couldn't. She herself had an odd normal. One she was bullied for. One people hated her for. She had her own tendencies. Why judge others? She didn't care enough to judge.

She signed, Himiko could not understand so she transfered her thoughts to the girl. There was this look in her eyes when she did. Kuriko was aware that Himiko will get attached to her. She was aware that she could develop her off form of love for o her. She might want her blood. She did not care at all. It should be a concern, shouldn't it? If she wanted her blood she would give it to her. She was curious about her quirk. It brought questions. Could she use the quirks of those she turns into?

"You can't talk, how come? "

Kuriko let her know that it was something she was robbed of since birth. Something is not very good in her throat and will never be good. So she is left without a voice for as long as she lives.

Kuriko noted that Himiko was not too bad or lost. She didn't know the right words for it. Yes her mentality is not so very good. But her mental state is still stable enough. It could be lost if she continues to lose herself to her quirk's cravings. She could go on a killing spree pretty easily . That could be prevented and she guessed it had. By her accepting her as who she is she's kept her stable. It was odd to think about. Himiko just wanted to be herself and not be judged but she knew that could not happen. At least that is what her parents had her think. Her parents are the one that messed up her mental state to begin with. It's interesting how one person can influence another so.

"The others say you're weird" Himiko seemed thoughtful. She didn't think she was weird. She thought she was interesting. She was not like the others. Of course that made her not so normal, but she didn't seem to care. She couldn't talk. She h would disappear during lunch. She would have an emotionless stare. She would openly stare, not caring that others find it disturbing. And her quirk. The kids talked about it a lot. They said she had a villainous quirk. A quirk the has to do with darkness. Some say they even see her turn into this monster of pitch black with lifeless blue eyes. It was true as she's seen. "Youre not "normal", like me. You're abnormal, like me"

"You understand me. You see me. You don't care"

Himiko tilted her head as she took her in. She had never met anyone who was not "normal". She was "abnormal" like her. She wasn't disgusted by her. She sees her for who she is and accepted it so easily.

It made her happy?

"Will you be my friend? " she asked as she leaned towards her. "Can I have your blood? "

Kuriko was not at all bothered by anything this girl said or the air she let off. She easily met those eyes that hid too many mixed up emotions for her to understand properly. Her mental state was stable, but close to breaking.

She nodded. She pulled up her sleeve and ran a finger over her wrist. Blood spilled from the wound she created. She observed Himiko as she zeroed in of her bleeding wrist. Her pupils were dilated and a very crazed smile grew on he face. Her eyes followed a drop of blood that hit the floor beneath them.

Kuriko was sure she was now involved with an interesting character. She was questioning a lot of things as she watched the girl happily ingest her blood. She craves blood even when she doesn't need to use her quirk. Similar to a vampire. Maybe the drawback of the quirk is a craving for blood. Having repressed this craving it is now taking over her mind. That is what can lead to her unstable mental state.

But if that need is taken care of the craving will lessen and the potential to lose herself will go with it. Kuriko was aware that she had different affects on quirks. Either they did not work on her or she influenced them in some way. Maybe her blood can scratch Himiko's itch and keep her bloodlust in control. She could learn more if the girl is in her right mind.

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Then there is the fact that she just agreed to be her friend. She doesn't believe in friends but she decided to agree anyway.

An odd friendship based on their abnormalities.

Kuriko refused to call it a friendship though. It's just mutual interest.

Nothing more nothing less.

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Himiko fell face first into her bed the minute she got into her room. She was sent up to make her homework. She needed to be the perfect school girl after all. She was not allowed to get any failing grades. She was not allowed to show them who she was. She was not allowed much. She felt trapped. In a cage and she wanted freedom. She wanted to be as free as a bird. Why was life so hard? She wished things could be easier. She wanted to make things easier. Why can't she have as much blood as she wanted? What's the big deal? It's just a little blood. She doubt anyone would die . But it was wrong apparently . Her cravings was disgusting. Terrible.

Abnormal.

Her own parents think that about her. They say it's all for her well being. It's all for her own good, but she knew better. It was for them. She couldn't ruin their name. Their reputation. Evuthing they built. Her Normal would ruin their own so she had to bury a part of herself

She buried it for years. Ignoring the need. Ignoring her fascination with blood. She ignored it all until she couldn't anymore. It just fell apart. She fell apart. She attacked a boy. She could've killed him. The thought didn't bother her as much as it should. The only reason she thought of it was because she could've gotten in trouble. Her parents would dislike her even more. She wouldn't be surprised if they disowned her. She would actually be very happy if that happened.

She could've killed the boy. She liked him. She had a crush on him and that made her want his blood even more. She wanted to see him bleed out. She wanted to kill him. The urge and thought was there. She wanted to be him. Those thoughts made her very happy for some reason. When she tasted his blood it was heavenly. It was so good. She didn't know how she resisted for so long. She wanted more of it. She would have taken more had Kuriko not shown up, but it wasn't all bad. She erased her mistake. She understood. She wasn't disgusted. She didn't think her actions were weird . She accepted it. She agreed to be her friend and she offered her blood. She really let her have her blood.

Himiko giggled and pulled her pillow close to her chest. She thought Saito's blood was delicious. Kuriko's blood was a different story. It was addicting. Saito's could not compare. She fell in love with the flavor instantly. She couldn't stop herself from sucking out as much as she could. Kuriko didn't seem bothered. She didn't pull her away. She let her decide when she's had enough. It's as if the girl had unlimited blood running through her veins.

It was amazing, but weird. She couldn't turn into her no matter how hard she tried. She could turn into Saito, but Kuriko's form could not be copied. She wondered why.

That didn't matter too much. She had a friend. A real friend. Someone who saw who she was and didn't bat an eye. She wasn't like the others. They didn't know her. They didn't matter anymore. They were only needed to satisfy her parents. Kuriko was her only real friend. The thought made her giddy with excitement. She wanted more if her blood now. She would have to wait. She didn't know where she lived and that was frustrating. If she did she would've gone there. She would have to wait to get more from her tomorrow.

But she still needed blood at that moment. She didn't know why she was craving it so much. Maybe it was because the need recently resurfaced. Either way she was thirsting for blood and she needed it.

she was staring out her open window. It would be night soon. Maybe she should go hunting. She never thought of these things before. Or maybe these thoughts were always there. Buried with everything else.

She'll just have a little bit.

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Kuriko rubbed her wrist, instantly ridding herself of her self inflict wound before stepping into her house. Her day was interesting and she was actually looking forward to the next day of school. Stepping into her house she was met with the sisters and Nemuri. They seemed to be very caught up in a card game. Sometimes they can be an interesting and childish bunch. When they saw her the all greeted her very happily and invited her to join the game.

Kuriko only eyed them before heading to the kitchen and getting herself some food. She soon returned and sat o the floor between her mother and Nemuri. She wanted ice cream but she had to eat first otherwise she would not get it, so here she was.

"Wow, look at you eating like a normal human being" Nemuri bumped her shoulder playfully, while keeping her eyes on her cards. She had a look of victory in her eyes which let Kuriko know she was sure she had won.

"How was school? " Nozomi asked with a quick glance at Kuriko. The girl had filled her mouth with the rice she had in her bowl and shrugged. As complicated as she was it was times like these that Nozomi would see her as a teenager. An ordinary teenager.

"You don't have any injuries, do you? " Noriko asked with concern very evident on her face.

Kuriko shook her head no, glancing at her mother's cards.

Natsumi looked very devious with her cards and winked at Kuriko. She was obviously planning something. Kuriko just sat, ate and watched the game. She would retreat to her room at some point.

"Ha! "Nemuri and Natsumi both displayed their cards at the same time. They glared before eyeing each other's cards.

"In your face, I got a higher deck" Natsumi grinned.

"Awe come on" Nemuri groaned. "Did you cheat? I swear we can't play any card games with you"

"I did not cheat" Natsumi defended with a smirk. "I'm a lawyer. I can easily read any one of you"

Nozomi and Noriko sighed and dropped their cards. Both had a rather laughable deck. They were obviously not good at the unknown game.

Natsumi was very happy with herself as she stood and did a stretch. She fell into the sofa and retrieved some documents .

"I had my fun, it's time for work"

Noriko nodded in agreement and situated herself on the other side of the sofa. She gathered some meds and arranged them on the coffee table, a look of interest on her face.

"Why are you two even here? "Nozomi asked with a sigh. "You just came here and somehow pulled me into a card game and now you're working"

"We wanted to see our sister and niece" Natsumi said, not even looking up from her documents. "Besides Noriko blew up some medical concoction in her house and came to mine only to do the same "

"Seriously? "

Noriko nodded with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, we'll be here for a while "

"What about you Nemuri? "

"I just felt like stopping by. I'm free today so I figured why not"

"Oh, so no situation at your house? "

"No, none at all"

"And you don't want anything from me? "

"Nit really"

"Great" Nozomi smiled. "Get out"

"Nope" Nemuri sprawled herself on the empty sofa. She hummed in content as she stretched her limbs with a yawn. "I'll stay right here"

"No you won't " Nozomi pulled and failed to get Nemuri out of her sofa. "You've spent the entire week here. I'm not so sure you have a house anymore"

"I do, I just like staying here" Nemuri said casually as she refused to be removed from her spot on the sofa.

"Damn it Nemuri" Nozomi groaned and stood in front of the woman, hands on her hip. "You are not sleeping in my room tonight, I promise you that"

"You sure? " Nemuri wore a smirk. "You know you can't sleep without your cuddle partner"

Natsumi actually snorted and Noriko let out a coo. Nozomi was red in the face.

"Awe, you two are so cute" Natsumi teased.

"I bet Nemuri is the big spoon" Noriko smiled innocently.

Even Kuriko seemed amused.

"I don't need you teasing me" Nozomi said with a light glare.

"But sis-"

"No"