(this is going to be based off of the infernal devices. Kirishima is tessa, Bakugo is Will, and Kaminari is Jem. keep in mind that they wont be exactly the same as that character. for example, Kaminari is not going to be like Jem at all. Kaminari is going to be the flirtatious one. let me know if you want a part 2 of this, or if you want me to make it a series. i'll make it it's own book if you'd like.)

(Third person pov)

another day stuck in this house. they only need him for his power and he is only cooperating cause they have his brother Momona. (i can't make my baby Tamaki evil for obvious reasons.) He would do anything for him. He's the only family he has left. after Taishiro died, He moved to London to go live with Momona. when he got there, he was taken in by the dark sisters, he'd cooperated at first, not knowing what was happening and thought that they were bringing him to his brother. he saw nothing wrong with the situation. that was until he was taken to a dark and old house. not knowing what to do, he jumped out of the carriage they were in and ran. he didn't get very far before they caught him, panting and laying exhausted in a field of sunflowers.

he was reading one of his few books when Miranda came and told him that he had to go and see the dark sisters. He of course took his time. He knew she was going to come and get him. she always did. she'd wait and wait, but she always had to drag him there. when he gets there he would always be given an object and to change. he remembered the first time they had asked him to change. it was a woman's glove, with pearl buttons at the wrist. they had shouted at him to change, had slapped him and shaken him as he'd told them over and over again with rising hysteria that he had no idea what they wanted him to do.

He hadn't cried, though he wanted to. He hated crying. He didn't want to seem weak. He needed to be manly! even to those who held him captive. and he didn't trust them to see him in his weakest state. and in the only two people he trusted one, his uncle, was dead. and the other was held captive by the one and only, dark sisters. they threatened to hurt him if he didn't cooperate, and they had proven that they had him by showing him his brothers ring every time he considered fighting back.

they hadn't let him touch it, in fear he would try and change. he had done everything just to see his brother. he drank the potions that they'd asked him to drink, he'd changed when they wanted him to, he'd done whatever they wanted, and at this point it's been years and he's still stuck here. alone with no one to trust, no way out. the first time he changed, it had been so painful that he vomited and passed out. when he woke, he'd been lying on one of the moldering chairs in the dark sister's room, a damp towel being draped on his forehead. Mrs. Black had been leaning over him, "you did well today Eijiro," she had whispered, "very well." he had gotten gifts that day, some books. he had gotten a copy of Great Expectations and of all things, Little women. he had hugged and cried into the books until he fell asleep. letting darkness take him away.

he gripped the ripped and ragged piece of pink fabric. he opened his mind and let himself change, reaching for the end, to the light. that is what he was taught to do.  his hands started to lose feeling as he changed. He let the connection bound him to the ribbon and the spirit connected to it-the echo of the person who had once owned the ribbon. a new light grew intensely around him. he wrapped himself in it like a blanket.

his skin began to tingle and sting like a thousand needles. this had been the worst part, once-the part that had convinced him that he was dying. now he was used to it, and bore it as he shivered all over, from his head to his toes.

it was over, Eijiro blinked dizzily,  the first moment after a change was always like blinking water out of his eyes after submerging out of a bath. Then he wouldn't have control over himself. The person he changed into would talk for him, speaking to the dark sisters. And when that was done, they would send Eijiro to his room to rest. He'd still remember what he saw, the memories of the person he changed into, the dark narrow streets where the victim had died. He shook his head to get those things out of his mind. But this time he wasn't taken to bed, this time they made him stay while they spoke to each other, talking about how he's ready.. ready for what?
"He's as ready as he'll ever be. It's time for our Eijiro to meet his master." Mrs. Dark said, a sound so unpleasant it cut right through his feeling of dizziness. What were they talking about? Who was the master? Watched through lowered eyelashes as Mrs. Dark jerked the bellpull to summon Miranda to come take Eijiro back to his room.
"Perhaps tomorrow," Mrs. Black said, "or even tonight. If we told the Magister she was ready, I cannot imagine he would not hurry here without delay." Mrs. Dark chuckled.
"But Eijiro must not simply be ready. He must be... presentable as well as able, don't you agree?"
Mrs. Black muttered a response before Miranda burst into the room to collect Eijiro. Mrs. Black huffed before giving Miranda commands.
"Get the things—you know, the ones we showed you—and get him dressed and ready for the Magister."
"The things you... showed me?" Miranda sounded confused.
The sisters exchanged exhausted looked before approaching Miranda, blocking's her from Eijiro's view of the girl. He heard them whispering to Miranda, and caught a few words. "Tuxedo" and "Wardrobe room" and "do what you can to make him look decent" and then lastly, Eijiro heard the cruel,
"I'm not sure Miranda is clever enough to obstruct instructions of that sort sister"
Make him look decent. Echoed in his mind. Mrs. Black left the room with her sister trailing behind her.
"Come." Miranda said. "We must go upstairs now."
Eijiro rose to his feet, stumbling a little, his mind was in shambles. He had now realized, that he had gotten used to his life in the Dark house. She had known that the Dark sisters were preparing him for something, he never knew what. But he believed that they wouldn't kill him. Why would they waste all that training just to kill him?
"Come," Miranda said again. "We must get you ready for the Magister."
"Miranda." Eijiro spoke calmly to her. "Who is the Magister? Can you tell me that?"
There was a period of silence. Then Miranda spoke. "The Magister is a very great man," then to Eijiro's utter surprise, she spoke again. "It will be an honor for you when you are married to him."
"Married?" Eijiro repeated. "Me? But—who is he?"
"He is a very great man," Miranda said again. "It will be an honor." She moved towards Eijiro. You must come with me now."
"No." Eijiro spoke with harshness as he backed away from the girl. He looked around desperately, he could run, he would never get that far. Miranda would stop him at the door, blocking his way. There were no windows and no other doors to run to.  Miranda would simply drag him to his room at that point. "Miranda, please."
"You must come with me now," Miranda repeated; she had almost reached him. "You must —"
Eijiro seizes then base of a brass globe located on the desk behind him, striking Miranda in the head. It connected with her head with a loud bang. Eijiro helped and dropped the globe. There was no blood. Anywhere. Miranda wasn't bleeding at all her face was pushed in while she struggled to get a hold of Eijiro. She crashed to the ground with a sickening crunch. He ran for the stairs and ran out the front doors, making sure the dark sisters weren't anywhere near him. He ran outside and saw a stranger, grabbing his sleeve. "Sir if you could help me—"
He turned and looked down at him.
It was the dark sisters coach man.
Eijiro turned to run but it was too late.

"You stupid little boy," Mrs. Black spat as she jerked tight the knots holding Eijiro's wrists to his bed frame. "Where did you think you could possibly go?"
Eijiro said nothing. he refused to let the dark sisters see him on the verge of tears. he refused to let them see him weak. or how much the ropes binding him to the bed hurt.

"The Magister wants to marry you, you little fool. why cant you understand how much of an honor that is?" Mrs. Black said harshly.

"but my brother." tears burned behind his eyes. I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry, he told himself. "you told be that if i did everything you wanted you'd let him go--"

they explained that once he married the Magister, they would let her brother go, then they left Eijiro alone in his room, struggling with his restraints and his thoughts. he experimentally pulled at the ropes binding his wrists and ankles. he couldn't move them or loosen them at all. the knots were tight enough to dig into his flesh and make her wrists sting.

then he thought again. what if he tried to change into the girl he had just recently changed into? would it work> he would use all the exercises that the dark sisters had taught him to help. he concentrated on changing, thinking of the girls name, feeling his body change and tingle with each thought. when he finally opened his eyes, he was small, small enough to fit through the restraints? sure enough, his wrists fit through the ropes quite nicely, as for her ankles. he got up, rubbing his wrists, trying to get the feeling back into them.

a noise behind him turn with such a quick pase he almost fainted, gaining his composure, he looked around for something to protect himself and settled for a vase that was located on the dresser behind him. when his eyes fell on the door again he noticed that the knob was twisting back and forth, as if the person on the other side was having trouble getting in.

Mrs. Dark he thought. the wretched woman was back, to take her to the Magister. Eijiro hurried to the corner of the room, crouching down as if wishing not the be seen. the knob turned, in the darkness all Eijiro could see was shadows. they stepped into the room. he yelled as he threw the glass vase as hard as he could. it went into the wall behind the figure. the water and glass fell from the wall. there was a masculine yell from the shadowy figure as he stepped into the light. he studied them. spiky ash-blonde hair and piercing red eyes. 

"what the fuck was that?"

(hello! I've finally posted! 1922 words!)