I promise my other stories are still alive and well, I just have a new muse and this is getting in the way.

Peace dudes.

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Harry face planted on the pavement below. Despite the pain, he was already trying to crawl away and hide, hopeful that he had ran enough distance that Dudley and his friends wouldn't find him.

He absolutely hated Harry Hunting. Every time he tried to run, it felt like he went nowhere. This time, he prayed with all his little heart that his cousin wouldn't catch him. That anything would hide him away.

(Not even noticing in his blind run, his magic answered and he tripped on a dimensional rip and not his ill fitting shoes)

He kept crawling further into the ally, away from the portal, which closed soon after he went through.

He was soon behind a dumpster, surprisingly not chilled despite being freezing while running. September in Surrey was always a time for sweaters, even if Harry's had holes and stains (his cousin was a pig, but he didn't dare say it out loud).

It was dark in the ally, and the sun appeared to be setting. (Not aware then sun wasn't setting, but rising)

Harry knew that if he got up too soon, Dudley would find him. However, if he was too late coming home, he might have to sleep in the shed again, with no supper. Harry decided to count to 120, if 2 minutes went by and Harry couldn't see Dudley or his school friends, he would run home and hope he didn't get caught and make it on time.

He got to 87, when a door opened to 1 of the buildings Harry was between, safely hiding still behind the dumpster.

Harry saw 3 people exit the opened door, and couldn't help but stare at one in particular, his head was a moving black mist with what Harry thought to be yellow eyes, but looked more like yellow slits. The rest of his body hiding in nice clothes.

Harry moved to the other 2 people, the man who first exited the door was whimpering on the ground, clutching his arm which had no hand on it, just a bleeding stump that appeared to be dissolving. Harry couldn't hear what he was muttering but he looked scared.

The last person looked only a few years older than Harry's own 9 years of age. The person's main feature appearing to be his pale blue hair.

Harry was surprised to hear the preteen speak, but Harry couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Kurogiri, what did Sensei say do to after we got everything from Watanabe-san?"

The person made of mist probably spoke, because Harry didn't see anyone else's mouths move.

"He said to do with has you please, Tenko."

"Excellent."

The blue haired teen went up to the sobbing man on the ground. The man started crying and got louder.

"Please! Please! Wait! I can still help! Sensei said he wouldn't kill me! I have a wife! Please!"

Harry didn't have to understand the crying man to know something bad was gonna happen.

The blue haired teen grabbed the man by the throat, and from Harry's angle, he could see his pinky raised, like his Aunt when drinking tea.

"You should learn to be more quiet... let me fix that."

Harry stared wide eyed has the sobbing man started gurgling before going quiet. His head flaking away in layers of skin, tendons and bone before there was nothing for the teen to hold on to and the body fell limp.

The kid wiped his hands together and turned to the mist man.

"Are we done? Sensei got me a new video game..."

"We are done, Tenko."

"Don't call me that..."

While the teen and man were talking, Harry couldn't keep his horrified eyes away from the cooling body, he would be puking if he had anything in his stomach. He didn't dare scream, cry, breathe until well after the other two had disappeared in a black void. Harry couldn't even begin to contemplate that while staring at the corpse.

It was probably from shock, though lack of good sleep and food didn't help, when Harry began to feel light headed. He fell from his position, sitting behind the dumpster, before closing his eyes, he thought he could hear a woman screaming, and knew this was not a regular dream because there was no green light to accompany the scream.

Naomasa was not having a good day. He walks in to find immigration officers all over the precinct dealing with a massive overhaul of people overstaying their visas. Officers and people in handcuffs littered the building, he could barely get to his desk.

He couldn't even pick up a paper when a call came in about a homicide. He personally thought staying here was a good idea with his quirk, however he was the officer on call and got into his vehicle. Over the radio, he got caught up on the situation.

A man, Watanabe Aoto, 28, was found dead, headless and missing a hand, out in an ally of his home/business. His wife said he had visitors over and told her to go to bed. She heard crying outside and went to check only to find him dead. The man had prior charges on him and was currently out on bail. Only minor heros were at the scene and were focused on keeping people away from the crime scene and consoling the new widow.

Naomasa arrived and walked on the scene, flashing his badge to get passed the hero's. He finds the corpse, still very much dead, and turns to inspect the area.

He sees a dumpster and people on their balconies, staring down at the scene, some looking down from their apartment windows in the ally below. He glares at them and some close their windows and blinds or go back into their homes, but a woman pointing at the dumpster catches his attention. He walks up to it, and looks behind to find a small child.

He checks the kids pulse, still there, but weak. The kid himself is freezing. He calls on the radio for an ambulance, he may have found a witness.

Naomasa frowns at the kid. He can't help but feel pity that it seems like runaways get younger and younger. This child looks to be no older than 7. He waits for confirmation that an ambulance is on the way while staring at the kid.

Naomasa couldn't help but feel this was going to be a long case.