(Ha ha...guess who's alive? TW: Bird Swearing)

They could only gather so much information themselves. Much to their dismay they had to turn to other sources. And those sources rather weren't very keen on sharing or providing information.

"So, what can you tell us about Aguni?"

"She likes to watch the birds in the morning. Now bug off." -Tiva

"I-I don't think I'm allowed to tell you anything that personal. She's pretty good stitching, I guess. She fixed my vest after I tore it." -Sano

"Our little Pachamama likes to pick all sorts of berries when the season calls for them. Though, it's quite the trouble getting the stains out of her clothes." -Aiya

"While she won't admit it, she's helpful to all then just nature. It just takes more of a push for it to occur." -Kakra

"She has a knack for baking. Whenever my family plans to visit she brings over a cake or pie in exchange for a brand new map. If you ask her I'm sure she'll make you something." -Kei

"Maps?" Cementross stopped writing to look at the much older women. "What kind of maps?"

"All sorts." Kei answered, a soft smile coming to her wrinkled face. "That girl has quite the interest in geography. You know she reminds me of myself when I was younger. Wide eyed, ready to learn all she could in such little time."

"Can you tell me what map specifically?" He pried, getting back to writing every word that came out of his mouth.

"Oh there's all kinds. Resource maps, Navigation charts, the whole works!" She exclaimed, with an excited look. She looked around before leaning in. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"What is it?"

"I plan to get her a custom compass for her birthday. I thought, she would need it for when she goes back into the forest."

"Welcome back, Lemon Bird!" The desk lady greeted, as you stepped through the door. She was a bit on the younger side. With dark violet hair and bright green eyes that seemed almost neon.

"Good evening, Yasu." You greeted, holding up the decorative box over the counter, which you barely was able to look over. "I brought donuts."

"Your so sweet!" She exclaimed, as she stood. "This is just what the department need to lift their moods. Ever since you got taken in by hero's everyone's been sulking mess."

Before you could even walk, the police department was in your life. Your mama haven been the one to feed them whenever they stopped by the bakery for snacks, coffee, and even full meals when on patrols. And when you came into the world they ended up becoming an even bigger part of your life.

From giving you a pass a month on illegal activities to letting you pet whatever illegal animal ended up at the station. Only downfall to the latter was the fact you were ready to take in whatever it was. One being a crocodile that you ended up naming 'Cranky'. That was an interesting evening.

None the less, they loved you to death. But when you were transferred to a whole new school and enrolled in the hero course, it was a low blow to them. Especially, to Yasu.

"Guess who's back!" Yasu sing sung, opening the door with her back turned to them.

"That elderly meth head?" One of the officers questioned, not looking up from his work.

"Better!" Yasu spun around, holding you out for all to see. "[Y/n]-Chan!"

"I brought donuts." You repeated, holding out the box.

At first they all blinked before jumping to their feet, tears pouring down their faces.

"[Y/N]-CHAN, WE'VE MISSED YOU!"

For what felt like an eternity, on your part, you were crowded and squeezed by each officer to the point your lungs threatened to collapse.

"We've missed you so much!" One of the officers, a burly man, cried. Swinging you back and forth off the ground. "Don't ever leave us again!"

"Please put me down, Kenta."

"Its good to see you've made it." All eyes went forward as they stood straight. In the process nearly dropping you.

"Mr. Tsuragamae." Everyone visibly stiffened, looking at one another.

"I see, your still upset about the information trade." Tsuragamae muttered, looking down at the girl.

"You sold me out." You stated, hands on your hips. "Twice."

"Three." He corrected. "Your teacher asked about you."

"Which one?" You pried, thorns growing on your skin. This got everyone to take a step back. All except Tsuragamae that is.

"If I give you a name, you'll send all you can to their homes. I'll explain everything once we're in my office."

"What business does she have in there?"

"Clearly something important if she goes in there more then three times a week."

"Do you think she's putting something together?"

"There's only one way to find out. Gather a team that will have a better chance in there then most."

Trust. Something you thought you had gained from him. Something you had for very few. And now those numbers were dwindling faster then she hoped for.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" You questioned, staring him down.

"U.A. thought it'd be best we didn't." Tsuragamae stated.

"What did you think?" You pried, eyes narrowing. "Or did you even bother to do so?"

"[Y/n], you need to understand." He started, voice low. "Their only doing what they see is best for everyone involved."

"Everyone except me." You corrected, looking down to your hat in your lap. "Everyone is getting their way while I'm meant to just go along with it without question."

There was few things that could make the usually passive girl break character. But when her words fell on deaf ears it always left her feeling as if she was nothing but a breeze that had barely been felt.

"In their eyes I'm nothing but a child with more power then I know how to handle." Your eyes were beginning to burn. Wild flowers began to bloom all over you in sprouts. Leaving your skin to itch and burn. "They think I'm some kind of threat..."

The forest was growing colder without it's usual warmth to visit it. It was almost deafly quiet as nothing chose to speak without anyone to listen. Not to their stories of times long forgotten. Their wisdom that had kept them alive. Or their beautiful symphonies that could soothed even the most troubled minds.

All of a sudden the wind began to pick up as a sweet fragrance wafted through the forest. Soon there was the chitter of birds, croaking of toads, and rippling of the brook as a sun kissed skin stepped out from the shade of their home.

She was coming back to them! She hadn't left them like the others!

Of course she wouldn't. She needed them as much as they needed her.

Life on the streets was no easy feat. From the cars that threatened to run them down to the disease that plagued many of them.

Though, that compared nothing to the good they received from her.

Clean water to drink. Toys that made noise when they chewed. Warm shelter when she could offer. And the natural fear she had over others that allowed them to get away with many things. No one could raise a hand to them without facing her wrath.

But it wasn't as fun when her wrath was pointed at them...she called them bad boys. Were they bad boys? They only bit one child!

Oh, her eyes were just so pretty! A beautiful gold that they wish they could add to their nest! She of course gave the substitute of twine and yarn of a similar color, but still!

They loved it when she played her flute. It sounded so much like their singing! Sweet and high and told a tale so tall it could become a tree!

When the summer days grew hot the watering hole was filled, she'd go out of her way to fill her own. One that was rather bright and filled with entertainment. From long purple tunnels to floating rocks with holes in the center.

In the mountains she was no longer welcomed. Whenever she began to ascend she was quickly ushered away by those who lived within it. It wasn't safe for her there. Not when there was another who roamed that land.

So many viewed her in a different light. Some favored her more then others. But when they felt her heart stutter and the smell of salt, they all felt the same emotion at once.

Rage.

The sound of something tapping on the window woke him up.

The raven was pecking at the glass again. Ever since that damn USJ attack that bird was adamant on messing with him.

"Ugh, its too early for this shit..." Yoko grumbled, covering his head with his pillow. The tapping become more insistent. "Go away! I don't have any good food today."

When the tapping didn't cease he pulled himself out of bed.

"Fine, fine." Yoko pried the already busted window open, allowing the raven to look inside. "Give me a second."

"Threat."

"Not this shit again." Yoko groaned. Along with coming to land at his window each day. the raven had taken to saying all the words its heard. "I don't get what your saying."

Yoko just about jumped out of his skin as the raven began to cry. One so high pitched it sounded like a child in pain.

"Cut it out!" He demanded, covering his ears as they began to hurt. "I don't wanna hear you crying!"

"Flower!" It shouted, hopping into the tiny studio apartment. "Flower crying! Crying flower!"

Yoko scowled, "Flowers don't cry, bird brain."

"Haru, bird brain!"

This made him pause. Why did that name sound familiar? Wait, it was that hawks name. The hawk that belonged to that girl...

"Fix!" The raven demanded. "Fix flower!"

It hopped deeper into his home making its way to his kitchen, where far too many sharp things were left. And of course it went for the butcher knife in the sink.

"Nope. No knives." Yoko quickly, snatched it away and placed it within the kitchen drawer, as the raven yelled at him with swears. "Stop swearing!"

"Fuck you bitch!"

"Here!" Holding his hand out Yoko formed a crystal that fell onto the counter with a ding. "Take it and leave!"

Satisfied with the item, the raven took it. With a flap of his wings he was out the window, leaving Yoko alone.

"Stupid bird." He muttered, running a hand across his face. When he pulled it away he took notice of the wetness covering it. "Am I crying?"

(When I started this story I wasn't expecting so many people to enjoy it. Just over a month ago, a very talented writer that goes by That Person Behind You asked to make a fan story, based on Girl of The Woods over on Quotev! I highly recommend checking out, Wild Child over on their profile. Now, if you'll excuse me, its time to get ready for a new arc in Boku no Hero! -AfroDuck)