12:46 AM, Japan, Hiroshima Prefecture, Shima Hospital, 34-6号室(Room 34-6)
"Congratulations Mrs. Kamado. You've given birth to a beautiful baby girl."
Dr. Grimes said while giving the blue haired girl to her mother. The baby was surprisingly calm. Dr. Grimes didn't worry, as quirk manifestations come with all different conditions that may affect the baby's behavior.
"She looks so weak." the mother said curiously.
"As do most people to you Mrs. Kamado. However, she is still a child. Children need time to grow before they can show their true potential. I'm sure she'll turn into a fine hero."
The mother looked at the child with a soft gaze, her eyes filled with doubt but also resolve, she smiled slightly while addressing Dr. Grimes, "That is for the child to decide. I will not pressure her."
~Whoosh!~
"Suki!" A man slammed through the door, almost breaking it off its hinges. His hair, a combination of wavy and straight golden and brown locks with a fade design on the sides of his head, was completely disheveled. His gasping breaths a tale of his exhausted state.
"Did I miss it?"
And before Suki could answer, the baby answered with a giggle. He looked at the wrapped child in his wife's hands, her serene pearlescent violet eyes shifted to a soft purple as the Sun fell on her face. Her magenta coloured hair glistening in the sunlight. She looked at the man with a further faint smile, the growing fatigue from labor taking over. His whitish-grey right eye shimmered slightly while she spoke.
"You made it Remi, I'm glad-" Suki's vision began to waver and she soon fainted as she said her last words. Her grip on the baby girl slipped. Remi, anticipating something of this nature, moved before the baby could even feel discomfort. He held the little girl in his hands with care and love. His first child. He then stopped and looked at the Dr. Grimes, still shocked by the sudden fainting - his life flashing before his eyes, and shouted at him.
"Why the hell are you standing around dumbass. You gonna leave the No. 3 Hero unconscious and unattended too." After hearing that, Dr. Grimes called in for assistance and they assessed Suki's condition. It seemed to be a by-product of dehydration. As worry was heightened in the hospital due to the status of Suki, Dr. Grimes and multiple nurses worked overtime to ensure her healthy recover. 3 hours had passed since her untimely slumber and slight shuffles of blanket fabric began to move..
"Mm, Remi? Where are you?" And like a dog to a bone, he appeared from the shadows. His hand holding her head and a white flame crackled slightly and his left maroon eye glowed dimly. He increased the pressure on Suki's forehead to solidify his presence. She calmed sightly and then held his hand over her head. His callous, built from years of tinkering and inventing support items for heroes calmed her. They blended well with her scarred face. An ocean of oil and steel mixing harmoniously with her world of blood and blades.
Suki giggled lightly, "Your hand is warm handsome." she flirted cheekily
"Oh, is my healing hand bothering you 'Mon trésor'(My Treasure)?" he questioned sarcastically as his healing white flame barely displeasure people. His French accent, a special treat for only Suki, rolled off his tongue.
"Am I supposed to take that as you calling me old, 'Fudo'.", she proclaimed as she looked over to her left where Remi sat. A sly grin formed on his face as Suki realised she had set herself up for failure.
"Not when you under my youthful touch, how else do you thing a guy like me can get with a beautiful woman such as yourself."
"Oh, don't be silly. I'm far from pretty now right now."
"Suki", Remi held her face as he got closer, the gaze of his heterochromia maroon and light grey eyes were encapsulating to Suki once again, "Whether you are the fattest woman on earth, or the skinniest female to ever exist, I would love you all over again. You are more than just your toned body of disciple and determination. You are Suki Kamado. The No. 3 Hero, Iron Maiden. A swordswoman whose blade never tasted blood despite carrying a lethal weapon. A person whose heart falls for the less fortunate, even sometimes risking bankruptcy to help the less fortunate.", Remi chuckled lightly, "And now the mother to our little baby girl. What do say, do you want to do the honor of naming her?", Remi asked while looking over at the baby girl sleeping soundly.
"I think... Isha will do."
"Isha, why so?"
"Its a Hindu name I read about once, it means 'the one who protects.'"
"Protects, protects what? Us? You can't put that kind of pressure on a child-, wait a minute..."
"She looks so cute. I might, want another?"
"Really, you almost died today." said sarcastically
"It will be different next time."
"Yeah, sure. We'll see in 4 years if our parenting skills add up."
"Fine, its a deal then."
"As you wish, Primevère."
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~One and a Half Years later~
~Chūgoku Mountains, Near Hiroshima Prefecture, Kamado Residence~
Giggles can be heard throughout the courtyard as a blue haired little girl could be seen running through the training area. Security guards looked on in joyful curiosity. Thoughts of the recent child like glee that infected the training off-duty guards made their workout surprisingly therapeutic. It's also one of the reason why she hasn't been punished for disrupting their training and sometimes playfully she trains with them, playfully. Her silly movements simulating an almost drunken version of the individual combat styles made her unique in her own way. Some guards even feared what her quirk may be.
Soon the Head Butler, Tanso Fujiken, approached the training field and the guards all bowed respectably. The little girl turned to the direction the men and women were bowing to and saw a white haired man with a profound hairstyle. He wore a silver vest with a Victorian stitching and a white shirt with a striped design on the torso area and black suit pants. His formal attire was however disrupted by the thorn-like bracelet across his left arm. Isha sulked slightly when she saw him.
"There's still 10 minutes of playtime left!" she protested earnestly. Her voice squicky and disconnected but holding surprising structure for a child of her age.
"My apologies Ms. Isha. I wante-"
"Call me Isha, Fujiken!"
"You know I cannot say your name so casually Miss. It goes against my contract.", his spoke humbly. The urgency of his attendance not phasing him as he humored the young lady.
~Humph~ Isha pouted, her wishes being denied again
"As I was saying, your father has arrived."
"Really!?", her eyes grew large with glee. She jumped up and down in excitement and grabbed the butler's left hand and he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Let's go! I can't believe dad finally came back from his trip!"
They walked through the halls of the Kamado Residence, passing multiple guards, maids, wives and children of the other residence of the estate, and lastly met the head elder and advisor of the Kamado Clan, Toyotomi Shingen. His steps hard and his presence heavy. He walked passed Fujiken and Isha, greeting them sternly. His long ears, one-eyed black eyepatch and jet black almost volcanic like skin, leaned more into his stoic facade. He wore a white and black hakama, and his sleeves were rolled up and his two blades, a black wakizashi and a gold katana, hung from his waist. His greeting, although acknowledged by Fujiken, was ignored by Isha. As they walked away, Fujiken turned to Isha with a confused gaze, "Ms. Isha, why do you seem to avoid the Head Elder, that was very rude?"
Isha looked up at Fujiken, pouting in disappointment at his formal addressing of her, and warned him, "Fujiken... He is very dangerous."
"Isn't that obvious Miss, he didn't grow to his level through luck." he chuckled lightly
"No." Isha looked around skeptically, "His really dangerous. I don't trust him." Isha spoke with bold words, her experiences in Zaun showing her who had deadly ambitious. Especially from people like Silco.
"Miss, what do you-?"
"DAD!!!" Isha shouted as she let go of Fujiken's hand and ran to her father. Slamming into him with a jumping hug.
"Isha! You look as cute as the day I left you. How have you been?"
"Great! Tomorrow mom's gonna show me how to swing a sword."
"But haven't you been training before?"
"No! Just playing!"
"Okay bluebird." Remi chuckled
"I'm not a bird silly." Isha giggled too.