Yakuza Nix (Because I adore this au-) ((continuation of my previous drabble))
@jackalclot
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"Unfortunately, I can't have any of you remembering this."
The female sighed softly as purple fumes escaped her mouth, holding the males she once called friends still, with the aid of her secondary quirk. Letting the purple flames engulf her hands, she breathed out more of the noxious gas, watching as the five males dropped to the ground, unconscious. She shook away the flames, slowly letting her eyes roll back, heading to their memories, and erasing the last 24 hours.
Overkill? Maybe, but she couldn't risk them remembering anything about this meeting. She smiled sadly, gently stepping past the bodies of the unconscious pro heros, turning to cast one last mournful glance at her mother's grave and her old friends.
Shaking her head, she kept her face down, walking away from the scene. People would find them soon, and they'd be taken care of. They weren't her issue, they weren't her friends anymore.
So why did her heart ache at the thought of leaving them?
She clenched her hand into a fist, nails piercing the delicate skin of her palm, blood beading up around the intruding objects, and sliding down her hand to fall to the ground, staining the sidewalks. She paid no heed to the pain, letting her fist unclench, and her blood to run freely from her hand.
She sighed, pinching the bridge of her now with her other hand, shaking her head.
"You can't afford to be sentimental. That's not you. Not anymore." She growled to herself, smacking the heel of her hand into her head as she walked down a dark alleyway.
The stench of rotting flesh and food invaded her nostrils, and her nose wrinkled, though she wasn't disgusted. She killed for a living. Corpses were everyday objects now.
Crouching down next to a dumpster, the females suit swished as she pulled open a trap door, one that blended seamlessly with the concrete. If you didn't know what you were looking for, you'd never find it. She dropped down into the pit below, the door automatically shutting behind her and plunging her into darkness.
The female sighed, lighting a small red fire in her hand to light her way, slowly making her way back home.
Meanwhile, the 5 pros had been found, treated at a hospital, and started to wake up, each one with a sense of sadness and nostalgia, but unable to place what caused such feelings. A couple also had rage or betrayal to accompany the other feelings, but were left lost as no one knew what happened.
It definitely wasn't the last time it would happen, however.
The seafoam green haired female heaved a sigh, collapsing onto her bed with a muffled sob. Who knew the simple sight of the boys who used to be her best friends could break her shell?
Carefully, she muffled her sobs with her pillow. If she was caught being soft, it would be the end for her.