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@psticide
YOU’RE ALL SICK. YOU ALL NEED A CURE.
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indie chisaki kai ( overhaul ) from bnha / written by tojer / 18+ only.
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tellnxlies:
Those words cut through like a knife, stinging long after the villain had ceased to state them. To say it irked him to be so utterly helpless would be an understatement. It frustrated, angered him like little else in this world could manage to do. Countless hours wasted pouring over case files until the words began to blur and his mind couldn’t separate one fact from another. Raid upon raid that would solve one issue, only for a thousand more to crop up immediately thereafter.
And yet, not a shred of evidence to speak of. Nothing that would allow them to actually arrest and prosecute the ones at the head of it all. He could have wept at the reminder, or screamed for it being so cruelly thrown in his face. But he did neither, eyes taking on a harder edge to them as the man crept closer.
He’d been close to death many times in his life, and yet this managed to be so much different. He’d faced countless threats from the time he was young, always varying in manner and the real danger attached to them.
But this is on a whole new level. It felt as if he were being toyed with, torn apart piece by piece without even the activation of that horrid quirk. The harm to himself, he could stomach it, always has stomached it in the name of the greater good.
But the offer to bring his dead colleague back, to restore what never should have been taken in the first place. To fix Naomasa’s own mistake in being here at all.
How unbelievably cruel.
“Truth,” he choked on the single word, and it took every ounce of willpower the detective possessed to force himself to continue, “But I can’t. I can’t allow you to hurt so many others in the name of your profit.”
Another decision left to haunt him, then. Add it to the pile and let him burn along with it.
“You can’t? Or you won’t? You’re running out of time.”
Chisaki watched him coolly, fingers delicately slipping off the latex of his glove and neatly folding it to his coat’s pocket, letting his fingers flex when the cold air nipped at his now bare flesh. For such cruel instruments that wielded a quirk of unquestionable destruction; they were lithe and delicate like ones that might belong to a pianist than a yakuza.
“I don’t force clients into our dens. We give them a choice that they make by themselves. You can’t expect us to handhold strangers on the street for their bad decisions.” He spoke lightly as though they were just discussing the stock market or the weather; not Naomasa’s life on the line. With his still gloved hand, he reached over and dug his fingers into the short tresses of hair, yanking the detective’s head up to look properly at his face, his grip unkind and tight.
“I am not patient, but I am generous.” Chisaki murmured. “I am giving you one more chance to accept my offer. I’m sure your partner would be cursing you thrice over if he knew you had the opportunity to bring him back and your filthy, disgusting pride got in the way. Is that what you want to be remembered for, detective? The man who put himself before others?”
Torture was a yakuza specialty. Chisaki didn’t know the man personally, but he assumed that training to be part of the police force made him more resilient to physical pain than others. Psychological manipulation, on the other hand, was his bread and butter, and he was content to gaslight and drill the man’s psyche until he cracked.
“Perhaps I overestimated you. I thought you would be clean of the hero disease, but here you are, driven to make stupid choices for the sake of not working with ‘the bad man’“ he sneers. “One chance. Refuse me again and I will remember it.”
tellnxlies:
Naomasa only just repressed a shudder at the way that the villain seemed to stare into his very being, scrutinizing every inch as a predator would its unfortunate prey. And what else would he be in this situation, if not an animal left to another’s tender and unwilling mercy?
He gasped , then, broken out of his thoughts when the cane lifted up his chin. The action gave the detective little choice but to make direct eye contact with that terrifyingly cold gaze, golden eyes devoid of even the slightest hint of warmth. His own deep grey met it with all the courage that could be mustered, widening at the mention of his own name.
How does he know who I am?
Even upon the offending object’s removal, he didn’t dare to move a single muscle out of place. Shock swiftly turned into something more akin to anger, flickering dangerously in those dull hues—a defense of his colleagues ghosting over his lips before Chisaki continued.
And that, well. That part Naomasa could not defend, nor deny. He was the detective on this case, and the senior officer at that. He should have done so much more to prevent this, and he will have to live the rest of his life with that burden weighing upon him.
“How do you know who I am?” he chose to venture instead, giving voice to the question that hovered incessantly at the back of his mind, “And of what interest are my work relationships to you?”
“You’re more intelligent than this, Naomasa. Just as your petty little hero commission has their eyes on me, I too, have my own on my enemies. A cold stalemate, isn’t it? Without any evidence, you can’t do anything against me or my family. It must irk you so much to know and be so powerless to it. Then again, I assume you are well acquainted with the feeling of helplessness.”
Chisaki didn’t typically spend time taunting. He was cruel in so much as how he thought, how he operated, that was atypical to human nurture. Naomasa was nothing more than a slightly useful pill bug. A worthless pest of a creature that had more brain function than a microbe but still an insect to him.
“My interest is in what you can do for me. I want to be left alone, unbothered by your kind. I’m sure a man of your status will be able to cow the force into submission. Your raids on our drug dens are becoming bothersome. We’re beginning to lose profit.”
He crouched then, low enough that he wouldn’t touch the ground, one arm cast upon a knee and showing him his gloved hand -- and the latex covered finger pressed inside the wrist of it. All he had to do was take it off and Naomasa would be nothing more than a splatter on the floor.
“You don’t want me to lose profit.” he condescendingly purrs. “Killing you would be a mercy for what I have in mind if you wish to be a thorn in my side. Now. I can fix your injuries. I can bring your partner back to life. Brain function may vary after the fact, but I’ve been mindful of the time he’s spent dead. Only if you swear to me you will fulfill my requests.”
handofsmite:
“Resources, hm?” The villain hummed as he let Chisaki remove himself. The Sun remained statuesque, the piercing gaze he was known for continuing to glint down towards the younger man. Eventually, he clasped his hands behind his back and nodded towards the side, as though inviting Kai into his inner chambers. The villain started to stride, not caring to look if the other was choosing to follow or not.
“Blood of mine might be a steep price, but I might be willing to part with it as well as with other supplies if you are up for the exchange.” He tutted, hand beckoning to the side, equally assuming the other followed after.
“I suppose what I am willing to give is what you’re willing to sell. Let’s bargain, friend.”
Kai followed wordlessly; mind whirling with the possibilities of what he could do with the Sun’s resources, his life’s work drastically improving just from the numbers he can run. He fell just behind step, respectful enough to give him that seniority but close enough to perhaps be seen as a little eager. He perked up tremendously at the sound that he might part of with his blood -- that had been one thing he did not think could be bartered for.
“I see.” What does one give someone who seems to have it all? Money was laughable. He was the one asking for things, after all. He angled his head upwards, making sure to keep his gaze upon the Sun’s own, molten gold simmering with opportunity.
“-- The only thing worth offering to someone like you is myself. My services, my intelligence, my quirk, anything.” he explains. “My medical knowledge both anatomical and quirk-related is vast. I am not suggesting you are of ill health, of course, but it doesn’t hurt to have someone like me to be there should you find yourself injured.”
There’s a pause, then a clarification. “Know that I am not giving up my quirk to you. I will wield it; you simply direct it. That is what I offer.”
Fujiko is going to very calmly pat his ass. "There, there, husband mine. At least you had fun."
Were it anyone else, her hand on his ass would cease to be no more. He'd likely break out in hives over the thought of such an undignified act. As it stands, she was his wife, and he'd gave her full permission of anything from him that she would like, mind, body and soul ... and bank account. Mainly the bank account.
It's the least he could offer her given the stipulations of their marriage.
"Our definitions of fun are vastly different." He pouts, yes -- the fearsome oyabun is pouting, something for her eyes only. Like a spoilt child. "My night of fun would be spent in the laboratory."
TRUTH SERUM TIME !
SEND ‘ TRUTH ‘ + A QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER. NO LYING ALLOWED.
👗 - wife is not touching his booty.
👗 – adjusting their clothes ( wife should touch the booty. )
Kai has a sneaking suspicion she may have hid his usual green jacket that he would normally opted to wear in lieu of the suit she was currently fixing him in. It was a simple comfort -- the warmth staving away the chill of the lab, but this was something he was being dragged out against his will.
"Must you fuss so much?" He huffs lightly, head tilted up and giving her access to the collar and tie. Fujiko was much more efficient with these sorts of things than he was; she could have him dressed and ready for a meeting in minutes, giving him time to scroll through his emails on his phone. "-- I look more than presentable."
That wasn't even his arrogance bleeding in to say he looked good (he knew that he did, anyway), merely impatience starting to shine through.
touch meme but will kai let anyone TOUCH him xD ( ooc )
DEPENDS ON THE MUSE ..
TOUCH MEME
send a symbol for my muse to react to yours… (or add +reverse for my muse to touch yours)
VIOLENT 🔪 – stabbing them 👊 – punching them ✋ – slapping them in the face 👞 – kicking them 🎀 – pulling their hair
FLUFFY/FRIENDLY 🍭 – stroking their hair 🖐 – high fiving them 🤝 – holding their hand 👄– kissing them on their [place of choice] 👐 – hugging them 💅 – painting their [finger/toe] nails 🤧 – comforting them when crying 🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured 💃 – dancing with them 👗 – adjusting their clothes 👒 – brushing their hair
NSFW 👋 – spanking them on the booty 💋 – giving them an open mouth kiss 👅 – giving them a love bite on [place of choice] ✌️ – fingering them/jerking them off 💦 – eating them out 💫 – pulling their hair 🔥 – grinding against them 💧 – bathing them
tellnxlies:
@psticide asked [from]
“ this didn’t have to happen. ” (from the injury/attacker meme but go wild with it!)
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
That’s the only thought that repeated itself in Naomasa’s mind, over and over again like a broken record as he struggled to push himself off of the ground. His palms stung where they’d dug harshly into gravel and who knows what else, blood and dirt painting a horrid picture on the surface of his skin.
He told his subordinate not to follow, and to not under any circumstances engage the young crime lord. He’d said it as they left the precinct, and he’d said it again upon actually spotting the man on the street. But one thing led to another, and here he found himself now. Hardly able to hold himself up in some back alley, out of sight and out of mind for most anyone that would possibly be able to help.
Naomasa lifted his gaze up to Overhaul, refusing to acknowledge the sight of his unmoving colleague out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t, not right now. Not when his own life may very well still be at stake.
There will be a time for grief later.
“We’re in agreement, then,” he finally forced the words past the lump in his throat, “None of this should have ever happened.”
“I should kill you. But that would cause me more problems than it’s worth. You’re .. friendly with the heroes, aren’t you? More so than the rest of your kind.”
His stride confidently takes him to Naomasa’s fallen form, white shoes devoid of even the dust on the ground at eye level to the man, gold hues bearing down at him as he considered his options, sizing him up like he was no more than a particularly annoying strain of microbe under one of his microscopes. He used the bottom of his cane to push under the man’s chin and tilt his head up to look him in the eye, not even wanting to dirty his shoes with the action.
“Tsukauchi Naomasa,” he recalls, head tilted, the particular angle from the lowlight of the alley casting a sinister look over him. “When the Yakuza were in their prime, we did a much better job than you worthless policemen of protecting civilians from heroes and villains alike. Alas, the glory days are over, and we are left how we are.”
Chisaki removed the cane from under his chin, letting it settle beside him, still looming over him as though he hadn’t decided quite yet what he wanted to do.
“It’s your fault your partner is dead. However, you could have far more use. Your colleagues respect you, don’t they, Naomasa?”
@handofsmite continued.
Chisaki stiffly rises from the gesture, manners trained into him at a young age and honour even younger. His ego would have him believe he could best tyrant but -- playing to his side for his own goals was the more strategic action. Besides, he could respect a man who had everything ripped from him only to build himself anew seeing the dirt heroes truly held.
"Resources, presently." he responds smoothly, opting not to return his beaked mask to his face and instead clip the symbol to his belt. "-- I need test subjects, perhaps anyone that have run afoul of you, nobody you would miss."
Human life nothing more than a statistic, a commodity to him. When it came to his research, nothing would get in the way.
"I also need better equipment. Perhaps a sample of your blood if you'd allow it. I am intrigued over you. Scientifically, of course." He almost rolled his eyes, if the gesture wasn't beneathe him. His lust for knowledge would always win over anything phsyical regardless. Indulging in such things were just.. distractions. "I assume you will not fill my request without something in return?"
myloyalty:
As glad as he was to have retained the boss’ approval Joi couldn’t say that his duty had been made any easier with the most recent decisions. He was far from a point to question a leader’s calls, but his cortisol levels had reached new highs in the past weeks as he attempted to manage business as usual and also ensure their loaned League of Villains members didn’t muck about any of their plans.
“Eh of course, boss… Funds have increased by 2% since this time last month. All the lads are in good spirits for the most part with their missions. But if I could speak frankly… I think we’re all a tad concerned with the… latest additions. They don’t mesh as well with the rest of our ranks if you know what I mean.”
Overhaul nodded curtly; seemingly pleased. General business helped ease his nerves. The League were -- unpredictable, an outlier. Something routed in hard fact, statistic and data he can take comfort in, like profits. Mimic was a breath of fresh air in that regard, more grateful for the manager’s presence than he normally would be.
“No, of course they won’t. They’re unlikely to fall into line either.” Shigaraki had granted him members in the form of Toga and Twice, though he’s seen Dabi lurking around once or twice unasked for. The teenage girl was .. well, exactly that, and didn’t fit in. Her obsession with blood was quite frankly, disgusting. Then there was Twice, who seemed to be three conversations in one. It was a headache.
“But, we will be gracious hosts and accommodate them for the time being. I believe I am making some headway with their leader.” Kai commented. “Perhaps we should introduce them to the tradition of communal bonding. I doubt those animals have had anything resembling a cultured lifestyle. It could help bridge the gap between us just a little.”
DARKER THRILLING PROMPTS
content warning for themes of violence, gore, death, horror and general dark themes as stated in title. obviously these can be used for any context but i figured i’d provide some content for spooky season. ♡
ANTAGONIST
“ did you really think you could hide from me? ”
“ no one is coming to save you. ”
“ now, i’m gonna have to kill you. but i won’t let it hurt. i promise you that much. ”
“ what? crying already? ”
“ keep your goddamn mouth shut! ”
“ oh, don’t look at me like that. surely you’re used to being hurt by now. i always pick the damaged ones. ”
“ damn— you’re a really fucking fast runner you know that? ”
“ it’s so cute that you think you’re going to survive. ”
“ you can scream all you want. no one will hear you. ”
“ i’ve been planning this for so long. ”
“ oh yes, i remember now. i had so much fun killing that one. ”
“ i really wish you hadn’t said that... ”
“ well shit. i didn’t want you to see this— blood really isn’t my color. ”
“ i’m warning you to walk away now. forget you saw this. ”
“ if i see you again, i’ll take your eyes. ”
“ don’t give up now, i’m just getting started. ”
“ i was hoping you’d put up a fight. ”
“ stop squirming— it will hurt less. ”
“ you’re not getting out of this. ”
“ i’m afraid it has to be this way. ”
“ it was always going to end like this. just accept your fate. ”
“ i really don’t like having to do this. please don’t make it harder. ”
“ just let go, feel the life draining away. it’ll be peaceful. ”
“ shh it’ll all be over soon. ”
“ oh, you’re going to be a fun one to take apart. ”
[ INTIMIDATE ] for one muse to use gentleness in a threatening manner ( stroking their face or hair etc ).
[ CRUEL ] for one muse to threaten the other by putting a hand around their throat without fully choking them.
[ TRAPPED ] for one muse to wake up bound to chair.
[ GROUP ] for both our muses to wake up, bound and about to be tortured.
[ KNIFE ] for one muse to stab the other.
[ BULLET ] for one muse to shoot the other.
[ CRACK ] for one muse to break the other’s bone ( feel free to specify location ).
[ BRUISE ] for one muse to punch the other.
[ CAUGHT ] for one muse to discover the other in the act of killing someone.
[ LATE ] for one muse to discover the other after they just killed someone.
[ QUIET ] for one muse to menacingly put a finger over their mouth to indicate the other to hush.
[ WHISPER ] for one muse to put their finger over the others mouth while intimidating them.
TARGET/WITNESS
“ why are you doing this to me? ”
“ what the fuck do you want from me?! ”
“ i swear to god i’ll shoot! ”
“ what the fuck is wrong with you? ”
“ i’ll do whatever you want, it doesn’t have to be like this. ”
“ why are you like this? what happened to you? ”
“ please— help me— ”
“ i think i’m dying— fuck i’m gonna die… ”
“ i can’t keep running. ”
“ please, stop— ”
“ go to hell you fucking bastard! ”
“ i won’t cry for you. ”
“ hurt me all you want, i won’t let you break me. ”
“ go fuck yourself. ”
“ oh, i don’t think you’re misunderstood. i just think you’re a little bitch who only gets off when they’re hurting people. ”
“ newsflash asshole, we’re all fucked up. you don’t see me going around killing anyone over it. ”
“ what did you do? what the hell did you just do? ”
“ you said you wouldn’t do this anymore. ”
“ enough! just. stop. ”
“ okay, you’re really starting to freak me out this isn’t funny anymore. ”
“ just leave me alone! ”
“ we have to keep running— ”
“ get the fuck outta here, it’s not safe! ”
“ we can’t hide here forever. ”
“ who’s after you? ”
“ don’t leave me here! ”
[ DEFEND ] for one muse to fight back against the other.
[ LOGIC ] for one muse to try and reason with an antagonist.
[ FLEE ] for one muse to witness the other do something violent and immediately run away.
[ LIVE ] for one muse to be injured by an antagonist and barely survive.
[ HELP ] for one muse to stumble upon the other after getting attacked.
[ SURVIVE ] for one muse to have to leave the other behind to run from an antagonist.
[ GRIEF ] for one muse to watch the other get hurt/killed.
[ PURSUIT ] for one muse to chase the other.
[ SURPRISE ] for one muse to grab the other from behind, hand over their mouth but with the intent to help them hide.
[ COLLIDE ] for one muse to run into the other’s arms after fleeing from an attacker.
[ AID ] for one muse to find the other in shock, hiding from something or someone.
[ RESCUE ] for one muse to just narrowly get saved by the other.
@hellfirexandxashes
The holidays are over and whatever semblance of peace Kai may have had is now over as Dabi trudges back into his space with a whole new bunch of tricks up his sleeve. "Miss me?"
“I was hoping you wound up dead in a ditch somewhere.”
Alas, the universe was not so kind to Chisaki, and now this terror of a man was back in his life, going to do who knows what to disrupt his workflow, his peace and quiet, his entirety. To move away from the arsonists invading his space would be a sign of weakness, and an oyabun couldn’t show anything less than absolute strength.
So despite the acrid smelt; the waft of heat, the faint blossoming of hives beginning to break out along his neck, he remained seated and barely regarding him with a glance.
“-- What do you need from me this time?”
dcay:
“ How GENEROUS .. “ Shigaraki spat, words laced with venom and sarcasm as he still felt the anger surging through his body. Compress’ scream and Magne almost dying, the sight alone was enoug to piss him off. And now this bastard was turning this situation in his favor, by making himself look like he was doing something for the League. So full of himself …
“ Do you really think that throwaway thug of yours is worth as much as Compress’ arm? You called him a ‘shield’ which means he was supposed to act as cannon fodder either way. On top of that, you came with backup even though you were supposed to come alone - as far as I see it, you OWE us big time. “
Tomura shifted, slamming his foot against the coffee table once more before leaning forward a bit. “ You will repair Compress’ arm and tell me all about your plan, then we will have a foundation for our partnership. “
“Don’t act so willfully obtuse, Shigaraki. If you were in my position; would you have truly entered into a lion’s den alone?” He tutted, tone disappointed as though he was addressing a child who was throwing a temper tantrum. He respected the danger that the man posed, of course, his quirk deadly but his own curiosity may prove to be fatal. Pushing buttons, seeing what made him tick like an experiment to behold.
“I owe you nothing more than what I have reaped. Something such as a limb is a trivial repair for my quirk --” Overhaul paused; frown evident only in the cold hardening of his gaze with the younger man’s shift. His hands flexed instinctively under the sound of the heavy crash, fingertips twitching as if an urge he was suppressing.
Oh, how he longed to simply remove his glove and splatter the prince into nothing more than a stain on his couch. The muscles in his jaw tightened.
“-- Remove your foot from my table. Please. You’re making a mess.” The pleasantry was added as an afterthought; his gaze’s glare not so much. “And you will demand nothing of me. I have already agreed to repair his arm. But I cannot risk revealing any information to you until I know I can trust you, and how can I begin to do that when you lack basic manners?”
hisownway:
Pet? He was hardly a pet… he was a hero…pretty little lies he told himself. Deep down the hero knew the truth. The commission owned him with some sick and twisted loyalty. “Don’t think too much of it. I’m just coming to say Hi.” The hero slid a well placed smile over his expression.
Red flags had been going off with this guy for a while. The commission had in fact moved him up the watch list and gave the order for the winged hero to get close. One of these day. Just one he would be able to say no. Unfortunately, today was not one of those days. Not one where he would bear the force of the organization that raised him. Instead, following around a known criminal, playing the chummy pal. Keigo would much rather be at a great little hot pot, handful of chicken skewers and a warm bottle of sake. No rest for the wicked…
Kai was too smart to fall for the easy lines. “Who said anything about anything illegal? I’m just…curious is all” The male made a point to add a bit of hesitation in his tone; showing vulnerability and seeing if the other would act on it. “I won’t get in the way, scouts honor.” Raising two finger and offering up the PR smile he was known for. Just a bit of info, enough to get the comission off his back was all he needed.
“The only time I would ever tolerate someone like you is on an operating table. I would love to see how your bone structure supports your wings to allow for natural flight.” Kai seems to calm, thinking about the dissection; careless if the hero was dead or alive. Oh, to finally pin him on his front, take up his scalpel and trace along his spine to see exactly how his quirk mutated his anatomy -- just to confirm how sick and diseased people had become with quirks.
“-- That was wishful thinking, not a threat, by the by.” he’s faced too many lawyers and too many legalities to have anything he said used against him. They both knew if either one of them would strike, it would happen. Kai did not want to find out if Hawks could kill him faster than he could overhaul. Not worth it. Not even a calculation.
Still he walks, assuming Hawks will follow in tow, head held up high regardless of how they must look, yakuza and hero side by side like the start of some divine comedy.
“I’m not sure what you could be curious over. I’m a doctor. I perform surgeries. What are you hoping to look for? Medical malpractice?” He snorts, almost borderline laughter at the thought that he would even be in the same sentence as malpractice. People came all over from Japan to see him. A lawsuit had never been an issue. Heroes, however, were.
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