Have we met...? [Batkugou x Midoriya WoD AU]

[NicTheDjinn]

They'd warned him... He'd been warned time and again and he hadn't listened. It just didn't make sense! Why would a werewolf dare have a territory this close to civilization?! What's more, there wasn't any hint that any of the flea-bitten bastards even lived in this city. What could they even benefit from being in this area? Dammit! He'd just wanted to live quietly outside of town with his idiot friends, why was that so wrong? Not like they were murdering anyone, they only ever snuck a feed when they needed it and only on people that were healthy enough for that shit. Fucking hell! He wasn't sure if he was happy or not that his pack happened to have gone into the city without him tonight. They had wanted to have a little fun at a club and he'd refused to go. Knowing his idiots, they would have probably gotten himself killed trying to fight the werewolf with him.

Even a pack of vampires wasn't likely to take down even a single werewolf and most of his pack were quite young. They wouldn't stand a chance... Needless to say, even as the eldest in the group, he wouldn't survive with his pack at his side, let alone on his own. He'd fought only when he had to and focused on just getting away. Even the brief bouts of combat he was forced into didn't end well for him and were more than enough to make it clear how outclassed he was. His elders had been very clear on how unbalanced a fight with even a basic werewolf could be, but it still hurt his pride... Then again, if life was just a little more important to him than his pride, so he needed to get away from this monster any way he could.

The chase lasted all night, a race through the forest and towards the city in hopes the risk of exposure would deter the beast. He managed to put a bit of distance between them by a stroke of luck and transformed into a bat. Werewolves couldn't fucking fly so this was the only thing he could think of to save himself. As soon as he'd finished, he started a mad flutter upwards, fear gripping him in a way he'd never admit as he heard the crashing and snarling get closer and closer. Just as he was reaching the low hanging branches of the trees above him, the furry monster burst out into view, spotted him, and jumped up to take a swipe at him.

The attack connected, slamming him into the trunk of the tree he'd been closest to. He felt stunned, but fought through it, scampering up the tree. He could hear the monster trying to climb after him, but with all the branches in the way, he outpaced the wolf. As soon as he cleared the canopy he took to the wing, bloody and in pain as he sped away and finally made his escape. He was so tired... Everything hurt and he was too low on blood to risk transforming or healing himself, the open wounds not helping the situation. When he was sure he was close enough to the city and far enough that he couldn't hear any sign of the werewolf with his sharp hearing, he finally came in for a landing. The sun would be up soon... He didn't have anywhere to hide from the sun here nor any way to contact his friends as he'd been forced to flee unexpectedly so he didn't grab his phone.

Too weak and with the sun already warming the colors of the sky, he knew he didn't have enough time to hunt. He would have to tank through it and hope he came out alive on the other side. Stupid fucking wolf... He really hoped his idiot pack didn't come back to their cabin before he could warn them, assuming he even survived long enough to do so. He started to crawl his way over the manicured grass of the park he'd managed to reach, heading towards a tree. He froze when he heard the regular slap of sneakers on a sidewalk, looking over to see it was just a jogger and not the werewolf in human form. Relaxing he continued his crawl, but much to his dismay, the jogger not only noticed him, but stopped. He kept right on going, trying to reach the roots of the tree he was aiming for, even as the human started towards him. If he could reach the roots, he could crawl under them and get out of reach.

Fucking dammit...

Warm fingers slipped under his battered and bloody little body and lifted him up despite his struggles and teeny screeches. Worse still, just as he opened his jaws to give the meddling human a sound miniature mauling, two fingers pinched in behind his jaws and limited his movements enough to keep his gnashing jaws from finding flesh. Knowing he couldn't risk breaching the Masquerade, he had no choice, but to struggle in hopes he could get away.

No such luck... Instead, he was carried away by the human, the kind man calling into the only store he could find open, explaining that he'd found an injured bat and if they had a spare box they could poke holes in for him to house the bat so he could get it to an animal sanctuary. A few minutes later a box with several holes in it was offered. A simple shoebox that they'd even secured closed with rubber bands. The extra woman had even placed a little rag inside for the comfort of the injured bat. Carefully he was forced inside despite his struggles then he was plunged into relative, blessed darkness. This could work... With a frustrated sigh, he crawled over to the towel and hunkered down, tiny claws clinging and giving him some instinctual comfort. He couldn't risk escaping till he was alone... He rested while he could, but what he really needed was blood...

What he assumed to be a car ride later, the shaking of the world stopped and he was carried out of the car and 'surrendered' to a Japanese rescue. He chittered angrily as someone peeked at him, but didn't let him out just yet. By the time he was moved to a room that smelled strongly of disinfectants, the blood loss had taken its toll. When the lid was carefully removed, he didn't even try to flee, closing his eyes against the artificial light above him and clutching the blood-stained rag as he huddled in the corner of the shoe box.

The humans looking down at him would think he was quite the find! Myotis rufoniger or the black-winged myotis bat. An endangered species that wasn't normally found in mainland Japan, but rather in South-East China, Vietnam, and a few Western Japanese islands. The poor thing looked like it had been mauled, blood soaking its brilliant orange fur and small rips in the deep black membrane of its wings. Its body was about 2" long, tail was a little longer than that, and a wingspan of nearly 16", weighing in at about 16 grams. Such a pity the poor thing looked half dead... Still, the little one held its head up high and already threatened them with an open mouth. If there was still this much fight left in that little body, perhaps there was hope.

[LovelyBones]

It was never really boring for Izuku at the Sanctuary, each day bringing new challenges, triumphs, and new stories to share with his mother every evening over the phone. The greenette was a rather astute biologist and veterinarian, but also a tender, doting caretaker for those that enter the sanctuary. His colleagues noted how a good many patients and even permanent residents alike tend to take to him best out of all the staff. Maybe it was because he was known to spoil some of his patients, be it with favored foods or even affection if allowed, but it was most certainly clear he had a way with beasts of all sorts that came through.

Today seemed like many others, though the patient they had in today was certainly a first, especially with the damage the poor little guy had endured. The Black Winged Myotis was surprisingly feisty despite his wounds, though, so it showed great promise. Izuku had been prepping the table when the little guy was brought in, and with careful, gloved hands, he gently pried the small mammal free of the dirty rag and box. "Now now, it's okay, we aren't going to hurt you...." The vet spoke softly as his assistants brought over clean gauze, sterile water and various first aid items to begin the initial treatment.

"So fiesty.... I'm glad you're this energetic!! From the description I was given, I was going to cry!" He laughed softly, before thanking his taller assistant before taking the damp cloth from him. "I promise to be as gentle as I can while I clean you, okay? You look really hurt with all this blood staining your fur.... but, I'm sure once you're all washed up and any stitches are done, you'll be on your way to being good as new!" Izuku smiled behind his face shield, and with a young woman gently holding the bat securely, Izuku began his work. "Did a cat get to you....? No, maybe a bird? Owl, maybe...." Izuku spoke to himself as he worked, thorough as he cleaned up as much blood as he could, before assessing the wounds the poor bat had. "Looks like we'll need more than a few stitches.... Iida, could you prepare some anesthetic please? Only about 2ccs? And we'll need a transfusion.... Tsu, can you run a quick type test and see if we have what's needed on hand?" He requested, knowing that the poor bat was low, but needed to be put under for all of their safety. He still feels horrible about the time a fox had woken up mid-stitch, only to jam a needle in the roof of its mouth when it aimed to bite his working hand. Luckily, after the situation had calmed down again and the fox felt better, the small creature appeared embarrassed, and maybe even apologetic once it was getting better.

Izuku just hoped that the little bat would recover well, and still be able to fly once fully healed. Those membranes were so thin, fragile, and vital to the tiny mammal's ability to fly.

[NicTheDjinn]

Gloves had been an incredibly wise choice. While the limited movement of bats made them fairly easy to handle and they weren't usually all that inclined to bite, bites happened and, though rare, some bats carried rabies. So much for being uninclined to bite as the little bastard was quick to start what would be a mini mauling of the young man's fingers if it weren't for his protective gloves. Vicious little thing clicked and screeched in the strange buzz-like way of his species, but there was nothing for it, the human was larger and stronger than him in this form and he couldn't risk revealing his true nature.

He was all but praised for his little temper tantrum and that made everything that much more degrading, worse still, the human was trying to guess what had caused his injuries. A fucking cat? He bitterly wondered how he would react knowing what had actually caused the injuries. The struggling didn't die down till he was given a sedative. Lacking the blood to push through it, the drug took hold and his struggles slowed till he was barely awake, limp in the human's hands. Despite this, he had just enough brainpower as he was sedated to force himself to burn some of the precious little blood he had left to force his little body to function, his frighteningly low body temperature ever so slowly starting to rise as his tiny heart started to pump as a bat's normally would.

With that last bit of effort, he was left helpless, but passably bat-like, even if examined. Now that he was no longer fighting it was easy to examine him, revealing many cuts and bruises between the blood-caked strands of soft fur. Some of the wounds would normally be life-threateningly deep, but the little guy had somehow survived. What's more, even the deepest cuts were fairly clean, suggesting that whatever had gotten him had very sharp claws as they weren't quite consistent with cuts from a knife either. A very touch-and-go case indeed as such serious wounds could have easily killed such a delicate little creature.

[LovelyBones]

When Izuku was finally able to see what he was working with, a hushed, pained sound leaving him in sympathy. "Poor thing.... you're so strong, making it this far.... Hang on for me, okay, little buddy?" He pleaded gently, before nodding to his assistants, then began his work. He made sure the little bat was as clean as possible before he began sewing the little guy up, his hands steady as he worked. "What got ahold of you....? Good gods, it's a miracle you made it this far...." he whispered, before motioning for the other greenette to begin the full transfusion. With a careful adjustment of the IV port, a proper but small bag of blood was provided to the little bat.

After what felt like hours, and Izuku had had a proper second look over of the small bat, and the bag was empty, he did one last patch up and a few dots of ointment before gently swaddling the bat in a fresh, new wash cloth. Once burritoed, the bat was moved to a nearby isolation enclosure, complete with a warm set of baby blankets, clean water, and a safe little pouch the bat could climb into for a better sense if security. "There we go.... Now rest up, okay, little guy? I'll be back when the sedative wears off, then I'll try giving you some food! Only a little bit, though-- we don't wanna shock your system!" Izuku spoke in a soft but chipper tone, his smile gentle, sweet.

With a tiny wave, he left with the other humans to do some paperwork, and when that was over, Iida, Ochako and Asui left the sanctuary, while Izuku went to his attached home, which was modest, and also doubled as a fostering area for a select number of species. However, there were a few permanent residents-- a lanky, tired-looking black cat, a sassy cockatiel full of energy, and a small grey kitten that was seemingly adopted by the cat. "I'm hoooome!" He called to his furry and feathered friends as he came inside, only to be greeted by the kitten with a demanding, yet still adoring meow, while the other feline watched from his high perch in his cat tree. "Heyyyyy, how's my good boys?" He asked as he picked up the kitten, who immediately melted into purrs, despite his seemingly grumpy appearance. "You wouldn't believe the patient I had today-- a black-winged Myotis!! Poor thing was all sorts of cut up and bruised-- it felt so touch and go for a bit, but he's now resting up in isolation. I really hope he makes it...." He sighed sadly, only for the kitten to aggressively headbutt his chin, earning a soft chuckle. "You're right, I did my best!! All we need is to have faith he'll heal up!! I just hope he can be released to nature...." he sighed, before setting to getting dinner ready for everyone, though he wasn't too hungry himself. He never had an appetite after surgeries-- the smell of disinfectant always seemed to silence his stomach for a few hours afterwards.

[NicTheDjinn]

As one would expect, the little bat was limp and compliant, easily manipulated for his treatment. Poor thing was in rough shape, but after much work, he'd been patched up nicely. Bundled up and placed in a nice little enclosure, he slept soundly, the anesthetics wearing off and supernatural sleep that took him during the day set in.

"Heyyyyy!" Echoed back what had to be the home's most high-energy occupant. Mic, hopped over to perch on the bars that made up the wall of his cage, swaying back and forth happily, yellow crest on full display in an attempt to get as much attention as he could. He could be a handful sometimes, but he was such a smart parrot and sweet to boot, just... Loud. Very, very loud. "HEYYYYYYYY!!!!" He screeched this time, just to make sure he was heard. At this rate he was going to get the cat angry at him... The two had a strange relationship... While he seemed to annoy the hell out of the somewhat grumpy feline, he tolerated him shockingly well. Even cuter, the bird would groom the new kitten when given the chance.