An old enemy of Fu’s has been freed from his prison in time. After stealing the Rabbit Miraculous from Bunnix he hunts down Ladybug. Known as the last Heavenly Hunter, an old rival of the Miraculous who seeks to destroy the miraculous.
Unfortunately Marinette finds out that Fu was hiding deep secrets from her, secrets that are connected to her family. Especially since in Fu’s will she learns of her family’s connection to the Miraculous and a father she didn’t know existed.
Marinette slowly is falling to exhaustion and Lila refused to let up. So when the hunter came to her school with an intention to kill everyone who has been Akumatized.
Marinette has no choice but to transform in front of her whole school and Fight the new Enemy.
The thing she loved most about Madripoor was coincidentally also the thing hated most about it: this was a town by and for bad people. You didn't wind up in Madripoor unless you were desperate, wicked, or stupid. And Murphy wasn't stupid.
- On Murphy
Summary: Izuku didn’t grow up an only child. He had an older sister, but she disappeared some years ago. After tragedy strikes the Midoriya family his sister has no choice but to return to Izuku.
Pairings: Shigaraki/OC Izuku/Toga
Tags: Villain!OC, Villain!Deku, AUish I guess
Word Count: 1638
The walk back home was slow going. Kizumi kept them to the shadows as best as she could. Her face mask was taken off and stuffed into a pocket. Izuku passed out for most of the walk, slowing them down even more. Not that Kizumi could complain. Her brother had not had any food or proper sleep for nearly three days now. One of his arms was thrown over her shoulders while she kept an arm around his waist. It was a good thing izuku had not hit his growth spurt yet as she could more easily carry his body alongside her.
A familiar house was soon in her sight. “Izu, wake up, we’re home.” She gently spoke. Izuku gave a grumble as he woke, eyes fluttering open slowly. Keeping one arm around his waist, Kizumi used the other to knock on the door. A rush of feet could be heard from inside before the door was all but thrown open.
The two were greeted by the sight of a red eyed crying Inko. “Izuku my baby!” The woman gently held his face between her hands.
“Mom…” Izuku’s weak voice called out to her, his own eyes starting to drip with tears.
“My baby’s are back home!” Inko threw her arms around both of the sibling’s necks.
“Hey mom, can we take this inside?”
“Of course, or course. My babys!” Inko ushered the two of them inside quickly before closing the door behind them.
“Do you have any soup?” Kizumi led Izuku into the kitchen with Inko following closely behind them.
“Soup?”
Kizumi gently sat her brother into one of the dining room chairs. “Izuku hasn’t eaten since he was taken. Soup would be the best thing for him right now.”
“Right, soup!” Inko quickly went to work making soup from what ingredients she had. Kizumi sat down in the chair beside Izuku. The sounds of Inko sifting through drawers and getting pans soon became a background noise to the two siblings.
Izuku looked over to his sister. Kizumi was sitting in her chair sideways so she could watch the boy. Their eyes locking as a thought came to his mind. “Kizumi...your eyes are red.”
“Hm?” Her head cocked in confusion at first. “Oh, right. They’re contacts. I didn’t want anybody to ever link me to you and mom.”
“Oh…” Izuku managed to mutter as he started to drift off into unconsciousness. His body leaned forward, head about to hit the table. Kizmi quickly caught him, pushing against his shoulder to sit back up straight in the chair.
“Don’t sleep yet Izu. Get some food in your body then you can rest. Okay?”
“Yeah.” His voice was still so quiet and soft. Kizumi could only hope that her brother would bounce back from this. But deep down she was worried he would not. Izuki did watch her kill two men today and he has never even seen a body before. Kizumi never wanted her brother to see that side of her.
A bowl was soon placed in front of Izuku. “Here you go Izuku.” Inko sat down opposite of her son. The boy weakly raised an arm to pick up the spoon. Izuku managed to barely get it out of the bowl before it fell back down with a small splash. He went to pick it up again, only for the same thing to happen. “Izuku…” The woman went to stand, only to stop when Kizumi picked up the spoon herself.
“I got you little brother.” Three sat in silence as Kizumi fed Izuku the soup. Inko took a look at her oldest child. It had been a couple of years since she last saw the older teen, but she could still easily recognize her daughter. Kizumi’s face looked more mature now and her hair had grown a few inches. Kizumi’s pale face bore a near identical set of freckles as Izuku’s. The suit vest she wore made the older teen look a bit older as well, though Inko tried to not look at the red splotches along the white coloured shirt. The woman had a feeling there were more spots of the red, but they were probably hidden among the blackness of the rest of her outfit. Inko did not know exactly what her daughter had been doing since she left home, though she had an idea of it. Especially after what had happened the last time the girl had gone to school...
The bowl was soon empty. Their mother grabbed the now empty bowl and took it to the sink to wash it along with the other things she used to cook. Kizumi stood before going to help Izuku out of the chair. “Let’s get you to bed now.”
“Thanks for the food mom.” The boy took one last look to his mom before Kizumi helped him to his room.
“Of course sweety.” Inko turned her head to lock eyes with Izuku before the two siblings went out of sight.
The two took the stairs a single step at a time. Kizumi’s arm back around Izuku’s waist. She nudged his bedroom door open with her foot. Izuku was placed onto the side of his bed as Kizumi began taking off his shoes. He mindlessly stared at nothing in particular as his sister helped to undress him for bed. His current school outfit was dirtied and torn in places. With Kizumi’s aid he was able to get into his pajamas and into the bed. She placed a kiss onto his forehead and turned to leave.
Izuku weakly reached out, grabbing onto her wrist before she could get too far. Kizumi stopped, placing her other hand atop Izuku’s. “Izuku…” A small part of her regretted turning around then. The look Izuku was giving her nearly broke her heart.
“I don’t want you to leave me. Not again.”
“I can’t stay around the two of you Izu. My life is dangerous.”
“Just till I fall asleep. Please?”
Her mouth twisted upwards into the smallest of smiles. “Alright.” His hand fell from her wrist as she sat down, withdrawing back under the covers. At first neither of them said anything. Kizumi had her back to him as she glanced around his room, finding it to be the same as when she left if not with much more All Might merchandise. Izuku just stared up at the ceiling.
“Why did you leave back then?” Izuku’s question was quiet, barely louder than a whisper.
Kizumi glanced down at her gloved hands as they limply on her lap. “Sometimes bad things happen to good people. Life isn’t fair like that you know? I don’t want you to know the truth honestly. Part of me wants you to know, to understand. I don’t want you to think I’m like our Dad, just leaving like that.”
“I know you love us too much to do that.” The edge of her mouth twisted upwards ever so slightly at his words. Izuku’s words slurred ever so much as his body slowly succumbed to exhaustion.
“Yeah, I really do. But you see, I’ve done things. Things worse than what you’ve seen today. I didn’t want you or Mom to be dragged into my mess.” Kizumi stood up from his bed. Izuku shifted his head to watch her leave. “Maybe one day I can tell you. Now get some sleep, little brother.” His eyes shut just as Kizumi reached his door.
Kizumi quietly shut the door behind her before she made her way back down stairs. Inko stood at the bottom. “You’re going to leave again, aren’t you.” The woman knew her daughter was going to leave, though she hoped she would not.
“I can’t stay Mom.” The woman threw her arms around Kizumi’s neck. The girl responded in kind by wrapping her own arms around Inko’s midsection.
“Can you blame a mom for hoping? I’m just so happy to see you again. Even with everything...you still look out for Izuku. Even when the two of you were younger you were always looking out for him.” Inko was crying again as her arms tightened slightly.
“What kind of big sister would I not be if I didn’t? Besides,” Kizumi pulled the woman off gently, though their hands still held onto each other. “I’ll always be around, even if the two of you don’t see me. I’m always looking out for both of you and I’ll keep doing so.” Kizumi started to move towards the door, causing Inko’s arms to fall back around her sides. “See you around, Mom.” Was the last thing Kizumi said before walking out of the house.
The older teen managed to get a little ways away before her phone started to ring in her pocket. Kizumi took a turn down an alleyway. She waited till her body was engulfed in the shadows before finally answering her phone.
“You’ve been away too long.” A male’s raspy voice spoke through the speaker.
“I told you I had to take care of some business.” Kizumi giggled. “Besides, it’s not like you’re alone.”
“He isn’t you. I don’t want him, I want you.”
“Now now Tomu, you’re sounding like a child.” Kizumi could hear the sound of something scrapping near the phone. “I haven’t run off too far, no need to freak out. I better not have to attend to that neck of yours when I get back.” The scrapping stopped, making Kizumi smile; she knew him too well.
“Just get here already, I’ll have Kurogiri send a portal.”
Kizumi let out a sigh. “Fine, if you’re that impatient I’ll send my location.” She heard the click as he hung up. Kizumi quickly sent the information over. A black mass of mist popped up not but seconds later. The girl stepped through, the mist disappearing behind her.
One would think that the world being populated with billions of people, a concept such as a Soulmate would not exist. It seemed absurd that every one person belonged with another—separated by fate and destined to find each other once again. But sure enough, each person was born with a destined partner, their first words that their soulmate ever speaks to them being imprinted somewhere upon their bodies. It has been a fact since the dawn of time, taught in history classes across continents. More often than not these words are never romantic, but are truly indicative of an individual. One would think the world would be a peaceful place with such a system in tact.
However, the world is not black or white nor is it simple enough to simply be at peace; the world is filled with various shades of gray. As many grow up, it seems that we tend to lose sight of that knowledge—especially in a world filled with Heroes and Villains and Soulmates. It was easy to forget that Heroes had their own personal lives filled with love, laughter, regret, and conflict, all the while trying to find their one destined person. It was even easier to forget that villains were more than destructive bastards that only wanted to do bad, and they too had a personal agenda to find their one true love. And, while volatile destruction seemed to be the only goal for the League of Villains, it wasn’t the endgame for all of them. If anything, most villains wanted the same things most people wanted—financial security, status and power, and to find their soulmate. In some scenarios, villains that weren’t associated with the League of Villains didn’t even realize that they were on the same side, often downplaying their crimes in comparison.
I did it for my love.
I did it because I deserve better.
I did it to survive.
Minus the dedicated search for her soulmate, such was the case for Hitoko Ohta—a thought to be quirkless orphan that ran away that used her quirk that manifested later in life to escape being put back into the system. The discovery of her quirk was not as eventful as most, for she learned in her early tween years that she was able to control inanimate objects through her days of playing with dolls. Hitoko often imagined different voices and scenarios when playing with her dolls, unknowingly bringing her imagination to life as she got older. The dolls would move without her hand holding them up, and even began to have voices of their own. Eventually they began to adopt human features such as various hair textures and even eye colors. But when it came to the orphanage checking on their inhabitants and their quirks, Hitoko’s mind would shut off along with her quirk—successfully fooling everyone into believing she was quirkless.
Why she didn’t want the headmaster of the orphanage knowing she did indeed have a quirk, nobody knew. Not even Hitoko herself. All she knew for certain was that she didn’t want to be a hero. Stupid heroes—it was all their fault that she was an orphan. If stupid heroes would have saved her parents from their burning office building when she was a toddler, Mr. and Mrs. Ohta would have still been alive. But that wasn’t what life had planned for her, she used to think, while she was trapped in The Exemplary Home for Girls, manifesting her quirk in quiet day by day until she had complete control over it.
It seemed life had so many other things planned for her, she remembers thinking the moment her Soulmate mark appeared on her body. Everyone in the orphanage remembered that day. At only ten years old, Hitoko felt the searing pain on the flesh of her right forearm as she was branded with the first words her soulmate would ever say to her—I will fucking kill you, bitch. It didn’t take very long to figure out that she was most likely going to end up with a villain which, in turn, caused the inhabitants of the Exemplary Home for Girls to shun Hitoko and keep their distance from her. With the young orphan’s obvious distaste for heroes, they too thought she would become a villain. It was almost a relief that Hitoko lacked a quirk, to the orphanage’s knowledge anyway. Maybe they still had time to lead her into a path of good.
It had taken several years for Hitoko to have a complete grasp on her powers—graduating from dolls to stuffed animals, up to mannequins she had found in the attic of the EHG. By the age of fifteen, Hitoko was able to make mannequins look like real humans, and was able to will them to do her bidding with only her mind. After perfecting her power, she decided to test out the extent of her quirk by controlling a mannequin to attempt to adopt her. She still remembers clear as day as she tricked the headmaster into letting her leave.
“Her? Are you sure? We have many promising young girls, many of them talented enough to get into UA.” The headmistress, Lady Shougi, said in earnest to Hitoko’s lifelike mannequin. So far so good, the headmistress didn’t seem to suspect anything suspicious. Though, she would be surprised if she did. The mannequin took on the form of an average forty year old woman, brunette and starting to show the slightest signs of aging with slightly graying hair and prominent crows feet thanks to Hitoko’s quirk.
“All the more reason. I myself am quirkless, it would be wonderful to have a daughter to share a normal life with.” The pseudo-human responded.
“I understand.” Lady Shougi replied, not exactly happy that of all of her girls to be chosen to be adopted, it was the one quirkless girl she had and not one of the pride and joys she had been harnessing. “I suppose I must disclose this before we fill out the papers.” The head mistress said in one last attempt to get the doll to adopt a different, more suitable child. “Hitoko has had some...issues with potential families. Most likely due to the fact that her Soulmate seems to be with a potential villain, and whomever it is plans on killing her. Not many families could deal with the potential heartbreak of their daughter getting murdered by their soulmate.” The mannequin stayed quiet, due to the lack of command coming from Hitoko. Her heart shattered as she listened to the headmaster speak.
“T-that’s alright.” The doll finally said. “She deserves a shot at a normal life, regardless if she is quirkless or a villains mate.” The headmistress sighed in defeat.
“Ohta, could you come here dear?” Knowing that all of the young ladies in the orphanage gathered outside of her office when there was a potential adoption. Pretending to show slight concern as if she were in trouble, the young teen stepped into the headmistress’ office.
“You called for me?” Hitoko asked politely, looking at her mannequin before looking to her primary caretaker with faux wide eyes behind her large, black rimmed glasses.
“It seems someone has shown interest in adopting you.” From there, the rest was a breeze. Hitoko manipulated the mannequin into being a gushing, doting mother and ready to sign off on her paper work right away. Crazy how the head mistress never caught on, even as Hitoko walked out hand in hand with her creation that ended up disappearing as soon as they were out of sight.
Despite not having the slightest clue as to what to do or how to survive on her own with her newfound freedom, Hitoko was glad to be free of that prison she was forced to call home. But her elation was quickly deflated when she came to realize she had no money, no food, no shelter—she had no way of living in the real world. All Hitoko had was herself and her stupid quirk that could control inanimate objects, something she thought to be useless in the real world—in any world.
Rather than it being useless, her quirk was the only thing she had that contributed to her survival.
That was ten years ago. In present day, Hitoko stood in the solitude of her apartment located above the business she had built—a coffee shop and bar, aptly named The Upside Down, open damn near twenty four hours, closed only Sunday and Monday, that was entirely run by her. Not that anybody knew that she was always the one working, thanks to the use of her quirk. As far as anyone was concerned, Hitoko just hired an amazing team of social butterflies that knew how to get the job done. Nobody needed to know it was just Hitoko controlling a bunch of mannequins she had stolen from department stores. To keep up the ruse, she made sure to rotate between dolls, making sure that their schedules were as realistic as possible.
It was currently a late Friday night, or rather a very early Saturday morning. As per usual, Hitoko was running the bar by herself, giving her quirk a rest and only using it when she needed a hand. Building her business from the ground up, Hitoko recognized many of the faces that entered her space and all of them knew her. Or rather, they thought they did. Many of her patrons thought her to be an innocent, yet foul mouthed, sassy young woman. They didn’t know the secrets she buried.
Business was steady, Hitoko notes, as she wipes down the bar where her regulars sat while teetering between the decision to go home or continue being served way past the legal limit. Despite it being Friday, The Upside Down was a much quieter space than many other bars in the downtown area, most likely due to it not being as hip of a dive bar as others, or the lack of uppity music. Just a handful of regulars, a couple new faces hanging out on the bars prized possession—a brand new Snooker pool table made of mahogany wood with fresh black felt. The table was accompanied by her own personal cues that she donated to the bar. The whole set was her pride and joy as well as her newest addition to her space. Hitoko was very thankful not many of her patrons new enough about pool to realize that the table was nearly fifteen thousand American dollars. Instead she would wager with her patrons, betting bar tabs if she could beat them, telling them to come back tomorrow if she won. It was the way Hitoko wanted things—nice and chill.
It was the way she wanted things, but you don’t always get what you want.
Why had he agreed to any of this? Despite finally growing out of his grumpy behavior at the age of twenty five, Katsuki Bakugo still despised prolonged social interaction that wasn’t related to his pro-hero career.
“We’re on call, dude. And we’re close enough to downtown that if anything happens, we can be there in a flash.” Kirishima said to convince him to come out. Bakugo initially agreed with hesitation, but he absolutely would have refused his best friend if he had found out he had also invited Deku.
“So why did you have to invite him?” Katsuki snarls.
“I invited everyone we graduated with! I thought it would be nice for all of us to get together.” A click of his tongue left Katsuki‘s lips, but resigned from further comment as he took his turn playing pool against Kirishima.
“I think it’s nice that we’re all together!” Izuku chimes in after declaring he wanted to take on the winner. In response, the blonde bomber just rolled his eyes as he potted the eight ball. Even though he won, Katsuki couldn’t just place his sour mood on anything and could only think Deku’s presence was to blame.
“Drinks on you, idiot.” Katsuki jeered to Red Riot, clapping him on the back out of good sportsmanship. Immediately, the blonde’s features turned into a scowl as he watched Deku rack. Kirishima has disappeared to get them all another round. Katsuki broke, the white cue ball flying off the table and shattering the glass wall separating the Upside Down’s espresso machine and customer area. Slight embarrassment flooded Katsuki’s veins—he never table scratched like that. Stupid Deku must have racked too loosely, there was no way he could have scratched intentionally. “Fucking Deku, you couldn’t have made sure that all the balls were at least touching each other?!”
“K-Kacchan, I did—“
“We all know you like seeing balls touch so why is it so fucking hard for you to do a proper rack?” By now, Kirishima has come back with a tray of beers for everybody, his heart stopped when he saw all the shattered glass. Dammit, he was a regular here! He didn’t want to piss off the owner! To make matters even worse, his stupid hot headed best friend was screaming at the number one hero, loud enough to draw in all the patrons attention.
“Hey, Bakubro, cool it.” Eijiro tried to interfere, but in turn only upset the blonde more.
“Shut it, shitheads.” Katsuki snarled, throwing the pool cue on the table out of anger and unintentionally detonating a bomb. The blast was the final straw, alerting the owner that something was going on. No, the breaking of glass didn’t quite cut it—it was a pretty common noise in a bar. However, the sound of wood cracking, pool balls hitting both the ground and shattering even more glass, and the sound of rushing water is what alerted the owner.
The brunette woman behind the counter looked over, seeing the yellow nine ball on the floor just behind her espresso machine—the machine brandished with a new dent and water shooting out of the drain tub. Hitoko’s mind went blank as she watched the water beginning to pool on her now shattered cheap tile. Seeing the ball on the floor prompted her to check out her prized possession, though she wished she hadn’t. Hitoko hoped she was dreaming and that she didn’t just see her fifteen thousand dollar table in pieces. Three men stood around the table like guilty knights, though one had her back to her. Only knowing one of them, Hitoko could only blame him.
“Eijiro!” The brunette snapped, stomping her way from behind the bar and making her way over. It was reality. Her baby was shattered into a million pieces. “What the fuck, dude!”
“I-I’m so sorry, Kohta! H-he didn’t mean to—!” Hitoko cut him off sharply despite the use of her nickname as a sign of familiarity. Eijiro had gone white, frightful of the temper of the cafe owner. Deku too looked terrified, he never did well when people besides Kacchan were angry with him.
“I am so sorry, ma’am—“ The green haired hero started.
“Get out.” She bit.
“W-wha—“ As Deku stuttered Bakugo had finally turned to look at the now red faced owner. Hitoko was seething, and he knew it was his fault. However, in his typical fashion, his bad mood refused to take responsibility of his actions.
“You heard me. Get the fuck out, I never want to see you in here ever again.” The entire time, the brunette’s soft violet eyes were burning with fierce intensity focused on the blonde bomber—staring right through him from behind her glasses. As if she could see his soul, or could feel the fire that was now burning inside of Bakugo. His arm was throbbing with a dull, warm sensation. It was how he imagined it felt to get a tattoo on his left forearm, but he elected to ignore it. Instead, still fueled from his anger, Bakugo began yelling at the young woman.
“I’ll fucking kill you, bitch!” Eijiro stepped in, grasping the number two hero’s shoulder.
“Dude, don’t.” Eijiro knew what type of temperament the young brunette held due to handling unruly bar guests, often comparing her to his best friend in his own mind. But none of that mattered to Hitoko. The minute the words left the blonde’s lips, her arm too began to burn. The buzz of a fresh tattoo in progress was putting it mildly. Her arm felt like she was on fire, and while she had the slightest hint as to why, she didn’t want to acknowledge it right this second.
“Everyone out!” Hitoko boomed, making all of her regulars turn to face the usually warm and welcoming woman. “Tabs on me tonight, I have to close due to a pipe burst.” It seemed her tone had calmed slightly, maybe it was only because she was speaking to those that didn’t just wreck her bar. The three heroes on call shuffled to follow out the small crowd until the woman stopped them. “Oh no, you stay.”
“You just told us to get the fuck out!” Bakugo yelled, getting in the brunette’s face with a finger pointed at her. She was shorter than him, not by much, but still he towered over her by a whole head even as he slouched. With a hard look, her violet eyes glared at him through her glasses before she reached up and grabbed his wrist. The burn in her arm pulsed further at the contact, reminding her the truth the two had just uncovered.
“You and I have business to discuss.” Hitoko chided.
“What business could we possibly have after you just told me to get the fuck out?!” By now, the bar had cleared out except for Kirishima, Midoriya, and Bakugo. Pausing before she spoke, Hitoko rolled up the sleeves of her arms revealing many tattoos on both of them, except for her right forearm that was clearly brandished and raised with a simple phrase—I will kill you, bitch. The letters were jagged and rough, matching the tone of Katsuki.
“You’re my soulmate, ass.”
Between the four of them was a thick silence full of tension. “Kacchan, she’s your soulmate!” Deku cheered in excitement for his childhood friend. Thus far, he was the only one who dared to speak while Katsuki’s emotions began muddling in his anger. Kirishima was dumbfounded. He had found this place months ago and started hanging around quite often; Eijiro never would have considered this girl to be his best friend’s soulmate.
“Tch, yeah right.” He sneered before looking at the brunette. There’s no way, he decided, continuing to ignore the burning in his arm opposite to hers where his mark resides. There was no way this little five foot something chick was his soulmate. She was so plain to him. Dark brown wavy hair, dull purple eyes, large lens glasses with thick black frames? Maybe her only interesting trait was the ink littering her skin. But no. No way. He’d always imagined his soulmate would be some crazy firecracker that wanted to be in the spotlight as much as he did, not this old hag in a young woman’s body.
With a roll of her eyes, she grabbed his left wrist, flipping it over to reveal his soulmate mark. Sure enough, the once black script had faded to white, signifying he had met his soulmate, the elegant lettering forming such a brash statement—I never want to see you in here ever again. Hitoko never considered those would be her first words to whom was supposed to be her life partner. Her violet eyes stared at the mark blankly as she read the words over and over. It was a little too long for Bakugo’s liking, yet he didn’t yank it away from her.
Finally tearing herself away from touching him, Hitoko let out a gentle sigh as she pushed her large glasses back over the bridge of her nose. “W-we should get going, right Eijiro?” Deku says softly to Red Riot, hoping the other two didn’t hear. Kirishima responds with a soft nod before attempting to excuse the two of them.
“Uh, duty calls!” His blatant lie was too obvious to Katsuki and Hitoko, but neither of them said anything to keep the other two heroes as they made their lackluster escape. They were alone now, each of them entirely captivated with their own thoughts.
Hitoko spent years of her life wishing she would never have to meet her soulmate. When she was a child and still in the Exemplary Home for Girls, it was because she shared the fears of her peers—fears that her soulmate was a villain. But as she grew, the desire to meet her partner, or lack thereof, was due to her own personal greed. She had her business, her clientele, her life; all things she had done by herself. Hitoko didn’t need anyone else—soulmate or otherwise.
Katsuki was, on the other hand, entirely fearful of what was to come after this, knowing full well he never wanted to find his predetermined life partner. In the deepest recesses of his mind, he had always feared that his soulmate would meet him and despise him. Whether out of disappointment or disgust, it didn’t matter to him; it was the very reason he wanted to be the best at everything. If he were the best at everything, there’s no way his soulmate would hate him. But now that they had finally met, Katsuki couldn’t help but feel like he had been the one disappointed. He wanted someone as vivacious and determined as he was, and this girl just seemed to be the opposite. It reaffirmed his apprehension of the next step even further—he was afraid of establishing their soul bond.
As many have learned through generations, the next step in the process after meeting one’s soulmate was to establish a bond. History had taught civilizations what happens when a bond is left untouched, humanity begins to crumble, wars are waged, and varying calamities strike the land. Unpaired souls begin to weaken and, with quirks eventually joining the normality of the world, quirks ran rampant. A rumor existed that a bond that never established was the very reason the original wielders of One for All and All for One ended up becoming archenemies, eventually creating the massive rift in humanity and birthing the classes of Heroes and Villains.
Bakugo feared he would lose all control over his quirk or even worse, lose his quirk all together.
He feared he would no longer be the best.
“So now what?” Katsuki grit out from behind his teeth. His crimson eyes cast a slightly downward glance, holding a stern gaze with the brunette. Though he would never admit it, whatever response came from her mouth made him anxious.
“What do you mean?” Hitoko drawled sarcastically. “Now, I need to clean up, shut off my water, and assess all the damage you caused.”
“I meant about our marks, idiot!” By now, the brunette was no longer holding eye contact with him and, instead, was picking up the loose pool balls spread across the floor. The entire time, she remained quiet, making Bakugo angrier by the second. “If we don’t establish our bond, we could lose our quirks, and I will not let you be the reason that happens.” Venom dripped from each word, fueling the woman’s own temper.
“Good thing I don’t have a quirk then.” Hitoko bit back, still refusing to look at him as she lied. Bakugo’s presence was annoying her now. During her clean up, she missed the stupefied, dumbfounded look on his face. His soulmate was quirkless on top of everything else? No way. No fucking way! What malicious, omniscient being decided to play such a cruel prank on him? Out of all the billions of people in the world, he had to be matched up with a person who had nothing to lose from not solidifying their bond? Reality was a cold hard bitch.
“So because you have nothing to lose, you’re just gonna leave this alone?” Bakugo asked in disbelief.
“Obviously.” She drawled.“I’ve been doing just fine alone, then all of the sudden I meet my soulmate and he destroys my cafe and ends up setting me back almost a months worth of income?” Hitoko had finished collecting the rack and putting them in their holding tray, save for the yellow nine ball that was behind the bar. The tray now rested on the sugar bar where people could add fix ins to their coffee and she stomped up to her damned soulmate. “Do you think I’m even remotely concerned about our stupid fucking arrangement right now?”
For once, Bakugo remained quiet, but not to seethe. Had he been his younger self, he absolutely would have retaliated without thinking—calling her names and pointing out her selfishness. A part of growing up for him meant that he finally learned to listen more before speaking. “I didn’t mean to break your shit.” Bakugo says quietly, beginning to pick up the larger pieces of broken wood and felt from the wrecked Snooker table.
“I understand that,” Hitoko responds. “That doesn’t mean that you didn’t financially set me back by a shit ton. I’m probably out close to fifty thousand dollars now.” Bakugo’s eyes widened—how much destruction did he cause?! His mind was reeling; his soulmate was quirkless and he had just ruined half of her bar, her livelihood, and potentially her only source of income. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t felt the slightest bit guilty. With his anger subsided, all Bakugo felt was a bit of shame mixed with culpability and confusion. Interrupted by the buzzing of his pager, the blonde looked to the woman once again who was slaving away with a broom and dustpan in hand.
“I gotta go.” He says abruptly, to which Hitoko only shrugs.
“That’s fine, I don’t need your help anyways.” She hadn’t meant for the words to come out as harshly as they did, but paid it no mind. In truth, she didn’t care nearly as much as she probably should have. There were more pressing matters at hand; she was going to need to purchase a new espresso machine, replace the glass he shattered, eventually order a new pool table, fix the pipe burst—The Upside Down was going to need to remain empty and closed for a little. Hitoko’s mind was reeling with concern as to how she was going to acquire what she needed, while Bakugo could only sneer at the woman.
“Tch,” He grunts. “Whatever. I didn’t want to help you anyway.” Without another word, Bakugo storms out, leaving the owner of the bar to her own devices. It wasn’t until he heard the lock of the door click behind him until he realized she never told him her name. Remembering that Kirishima had said it, he realized he wasn’t even remotely paying attention. He felt pretty stupid.
Bakugo didn’t know his own soulmate’s name, and he was too afraid to ask his friend what it was.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Katsuki, Original Characters, Original Male Character(s), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Akaguro Chizome | Stain
Additional Tags: Unreliable Narrator, Butterfly Effect, Angst, Angst and Tragedy, Pining, Morally Ambiguous Character, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Obsessive Behavior, Violence, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Everyone Needs A Hug, Slow Burn, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Original Character-centric
Series: Part 1 of before I disappear
Summary:
Sakurai Uta is not born a villain.
Midoriya Izuku is not born a hero.
A/N: So I’ve been reading a lot of villain centered books lately :)) and thought it would be fun the make the oc a bad, bad girl. It was more difficult than I expected thought, gotta be real :))
That being said, this is probably very ooc, but hey, I’m writing it for fun. May be a tad attraction at first sight-y, just a little bit :P
Will lead up to Endgame ^^
Aesthetics relax me!
The Avengers were reunited for a second time, the circumstances better than first time, but still with a problem on hand. They were gathered around a table in the same room they apprehended Loki, but all new furniture and equipment and a fully repaired wall. The Iron Man pressed a few buttons on his weird midgardian tablet and her image shot up in front of them, detailed writings underneath. Stark read out loud, annoyance clear in his voice.
"You guys remember her. Name: Evelyn Evans. Powers include: superhuman strength and resistance, flight, turning things into gold. That last one is new. Weaknesses: try blasting her head off. Who filled this in? Someone tell Fury that's more a recommendation than an actual weakness."
Thor was silently looking at the woman's face. He remembered her well despite the picture being taken before she acquired her powers: a bashful look, almost as if the camera scared her, with big dark rimmed glasses and hair pulled up in a tight bun. The white shirt was the only visible clothing, but it was a far cry from the lacy dark blouse and generous low cut V neck she had when they met. He could picture her in his mind as if it all happened just that morning.
The chitauri army was pouring through the giant portal in the sky. She stood out, alone in the middle of the street, most of the humans having ran as far away as possible at the first sight of the monsters and giant portal in the sky. Like the valiant man he was, he rushed to save the damsel in distress. He was beyond surprised when the said damsel punched one of the chitauri soldiers and became even more curious when she floated a few inches off the ground and punched a few others. Her attention snapped to him soon after, her dark hair flowing as she glided closer. She looked him up and down, her expression bored as if it were just another day on Earth.
"I assume you know what's going on here?"
"The chitauri army is invading." She furrowed her brows, arms crossed. She was still a few inches off the ground, almost at eye level with him and he had to admit she had quite the mesmerizing eyes, light brown, with little wisps of golden yellow. Such a silly thing to notice while aliens were closing in.
"Well that explains a lot... Any idea how to stop this?"
"We have to find my brother, we have a plan, but we need his weapon." She sighed long and hard, looking more annoyed than anything else. She seemed to consider something, looking at the chitauri forces and then back at him again.
"Okay big guy. I'll stick around, you point me at the bastard when you see him."
"He's not a bastard, he's adopted!" That was when she first smiled, shacking her head with a little chuckle. She look him over once more, a shadow playing behind those eyes and sly grin. Thor felt a pang of guilt for actually enjoying the predatory gaze she was giving him. He made a mental note to visit Jane after they save Earth from his brother.
"Got a name, funny guy?"
Chitauri soldiers swarmed them before he got to answer. He was impressed at the woman's agility and endurance as she fought with him side by side. He threw his hammer at a creature that was sneaking behind her, Mijolnir landing some feet in front of her. He remembered her frown when she couldn't lift it and the smirk when he called the hammer back into his hand. Such a hypnotic smile, eyes sharp and determinate, as if it she had found a challenge she would enjoy conquering. They found each other back to back, chitauri focusing on them.
"My name is Thor. What shall I call you, my lady?" She looked at him, amusement written all over her face as she caught a chitauri by the throat and crushed it. He almost gasped at the display, more so because she looked so unaffected. He assumes she was just another powered human, another one of Earth’s mightiest heroes. He would have never guessed she would turn out to be a villain instead.
"The Norse god of thunder?"
"In the flesh!"
"And I suppose this brother we're looking for is named Loki?"
"You've heard of us!"
"And when I thought this day wasn't going to get any more interesting..." She punched another creature just as he took out the rest with his hammer. When they were done, she turned towards him, hand extended and despite all the strength behind her punches, her skin felt soft against his. "Evelyn. Nice too meet you Thor, God of Thunder." She said his name in a way like no other, half praise, half dare, as if she acknowledged his status but thought she could still take him nonetheless. He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles without thought, the gesture registering only after his lips touched her skin.
"The pleasure is all mine, lady Evelyn." She flashed him another toothy grin, stealing another glance at his hammer and letting her hand slide painfully slow from his. She was doing things to him and perhaps if he weren't so entranced he would have realized she was nothing but trouble. But the red flag came later, after the portal had been closed and his brother in their grasps.
"So you're the God of Mischief." She circled him like a hungry predator, the wolfish smirk on par with the ones his dear brother used to flash. "Too bad. We could have had some fun together, you and I."
"Release me and maybe I'll allow you to rule by my side." She scoffed, looking offended, but smiled at the same time.
"Something tells me you're not worth all that trouble. Besides..." She leaned in to whisper at his ear, but loud enough that Thor had heard it. "The world is already at my feet."
She looked the part as she said those words, mischief in her eyes and wicked tongue. Thor played it as bravado, mixed with a flirty personality at the time. In hindsight, he should have noticed the act, years upon years spent with a trickster in the family. But as those doe like eyes turned on him, he could only see the rose and not the thorns beneath.
"Well it's been fun and all, but I'll be going back to my vacation." She turned towards Thor, all sweet and alluring, catching him off guard. "Unless you want to have some fun, God of Thunder."
"I'm sorry lady Evelyn-"
"You're already taken, figures. Well if it doesn't work out, come find me." She winked at him and took off through the gap in the wall, her voice etched into his memory until Tony's broke the silence.
"Guys, where is the Tesseract?"
"That little thief!"
Thor shook his head, taking a deep breath and stealing one more glance at the floating picture. What was done was done and there was nothing he could do to change the past. Instead, he should focus on the future. They had been looking for her since that day, almost 2 months ago. The woman was like a ghost, appearing one place in a second, then halfway across the world the next. And that was when they traced her at all. The sad truth was they had no idea where she was most on the time.
"How did you find her?"
"So she kicked some mafioso out of his mansion and killed a few of his goons. Been living there for a few days." Thor's heart sank. She hadn't really done anythingparticularly nefarious after stealing the Tesseract. Mostly visiting places on Earth and booking hotels. There had even been proof that she helped a family out of being evicted, the odd shaped gold pieces being traced back to her powers. But now she was taking lives. How could he still hope there was some good in her as well?
"When has she gotten so out of control?"
"She's always been out of control. She stole the damn Tesseract."
"But she helped during the battle in New York." He couldn't deny there was still some unrealistic hope that the woman was not at fault. Yet there was no other explanation for the disappearance of the Tesseract and it also explained how she was traveling from one place to the next instantaneously.
"From what I understood she was caught in the crossfire. It wasn't exactly the rushing to our aid type of thing." Natasha added in her usual unimpressed voice. Thor regarded her for a moment, her frame small in the black leather chair. She didn't look it, but the Black Widow was also capable and dangerous.
"Hm. She seemed like a nice kid back then." Tony's remark made several of the Avengers turn to him with questioning looks, but Thor changed the subject. He was eager to solve this mess and return the Space Stone back in Asgard's vault were it belonged.
"So what do we know about her?" Natasha flipped a document open, but she didn't need to read any of the words, the information already read and analyzed, if she hadn't been the one to gather it in the first place.
"Nothing much. She was a science major, a bit antisocial if you ask me. Teachers and colleagues had only nice things to say about her, she learned well, was well spoken and helped whenever she could. Had a lot of acquaintances, but no real friends though. She stopped attending classes just a few weeks before New York. No previous sings of powers, so we assume that's when she got them."
"No family?"
"Raised by a single mother. Died about two years before she dropped out."
"And these powers, do we know how she got them?"
"No clue, but I'm sure Fury knows more than he's letting on. He's been kind of shady about the whole thing." There was a long silence as everything sank in. They basically knew nothing about her, or the extent of her powers. Since when did she turn things to gold? But she was far from indestructible, the cut on her arm from a chitauri spear fresh in his memory. Tony spoke first after a moment.
"I'm going to be sitting this one out. Banner as well"
"What? Why?"
"I am a busy man, Captain. And I'm pretty sure Goldilocks here can take her alone."
"What could be more important than the Tesseract?" Natasha interest was clearly peaked, her sharp gaze studying Tony's every gesture, but it was Banner who spoke, full of a childlike enthusiasm.
"We've encrypted a code from the stone in Loki's scepter. It's truly amazing, like nothing I've ever seen."
"We're saving the world on a different front guys. Have fun with our little thief."
The two left the room, not before Stark changed the picture of Evelyn with a map and coordinates. The captain let out an exasperated sigh and stood up, looking at them in turn, assessing the unexpected change in plans. Him, Thor, Natasha and Clint had to be enough.
"Alright, we got one shot at this before she uses the Tesseract and we loose her again." Somehow Thor doubted she was going to run this time.
AN: So it’s been hella forever since I’ve posted fanfiction of any kind. All my other works (that I write on other sites) and any other works I’ve got have kinda lost my attention. I’ve fallen into the MHA/BNHA hole and hard and haven’t been able to focus on anything else. That being said I have so many stories started for this fandom it’s not funny, but none are anywhere near finished or even posted. SO, I’ve decided to throw the one intro I do have done for a story to try my luck. So here it is I guess. BTW this story is no where near finished and my inspiration to write likes to flip flop.
Warnings: Uhh, maybe a bit of gore? I like to write pretty morbid stuff
Pairings: Shigaraki/OC Izuku/Toga
Tags: Villain!OC, Villain!Deku, AUish I guess
Word Count: 3043
Summary: Izuku didn’t grow up an only child. He had an older sister, but she disappeared some years ago. After tragedy strikes the Midoriya family his sister has no choice but to return to Izuku.
I’m sorry son, but you’ll never have a quirk, it’s just not in your genes.
Quirkless Deku!
I’m so sorry Izuku.
Maybe you can get a quirk in your next life so do us all a favour and jump off a building.
I’m sorry Izuku Midoriya, but without a quirk you can’t become a hero.
So many negative thoughts raced through his mind. Things he had been told from a young age up to the berating he had just received from the pro heroes after trying to save Kaachan from that slime monster. All he wanted was to be a hero, but it seemed as if the whole world was against him from the start. After all, he was just some quirkless kid.
Messy green hair hung low over his eyes, casting them in a shadow. His hands tightened on his backpack straps. All his life Izuku just wanted to be a hero, quirk or no. But now...even that seemed impossible. Even his favourite hero, the one person who he has always looked up to and admired, told him it was impossible. So where did that leave him? Izuku’s dreams were all but shattered in that moment. A few tears began to leak from his eyes. Were they right, after all this time? Was he just Quirkless Deku?
So caught up in his inner turmoil, Izuku did not notice the man that was following him. Nor did he notice the man he was about to bump into. “I’m so sorry I-” His green eyes looked up to see who he had run into, only to widen in fear. The man’s eyes were...off. His whole demeanor was off.
“Well well, what’s a kid like you walking around these streets by himself?” Even his voice was off.
“I-” Izuku could only stutter.
“Wouldn’t it be such a shame, if something were to happen to ya?” Izuku took a step back as he trembled, only to find another man standing behind him as well. “Now, be a good little boy and come along quietly.”
Two days later
The room was dark. The shadows seemingly swallowing everything in sight. A lone light shown down in the middle, showing a lone man tied to a chair. His hands were bound behind the chair. Various cuts littered his body. The man’s breathing was ragged as he fought the urge to scream in pain. Faint footsteps echoed in the dark room. Weakly the man raised his head.
“Are you ready to tell me what I want to know now?” A smooth, feminine voice filled the room. A woman stood in front of him. Red eyes met his own black ones. Shaggy, seaweed green hair fell down to her shoulders. The bottom of her face was covered up by a face mask, showing a wicked looking frown.
The man remained silent, eyes narrowing. It was hard to get any sort of tell on the woman without seeing the rest of her face. Not that it would help as even her eyes gave out no emotions. The man grit his teeth. A thin line of blood fell from the corner of his mouth. After a few more moments of silence, it was broken by the sound of a switchblade knife. Black eyes drifted down to her gloved hands, to the knife she now held. Heeled boots clicked against the concrete floor as the woman took a few steps closer to the man. She now stood behind him, the knife pressed against his throat. “Tell me. Or this little guy,” the knife lightly tapped against his skin. “Will be going all the way across your throat.” She gently moved the knife across his throat, making a mock cut.
“Tch! You psycho bitch!”
“Nope sorry, that’s not what I want to hear.” She moved the knife closer to the man’s skin. The knife nicked his skin and a thin line of blood fell down his neck. The woman moved to cut deeper but was cut off by a soft ringing sound. “Hm?” With her other hand the woman moved a hand into one of her pants pockets, pulling out a cellphone. She flipped it open, not speaking a word.
“K-Kizumi? I really hope that’s you. I- … Izuku he’s not come home in two days. Please, I don’t know what else to do! The police haven’t been able to find out anything and I- please! Please bring Izuku home!” A woman’s voice came through the phone. She was sobbing and more than likely in tears.
“I understand. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
“Thank you! Thank you so much Kizumi!”
The woman, Kizumi, closed the phone, ending the call. “Well then, it’s your lucky day.” Her head was bent down, mouth beside the man’s ear. “Seems like I have other places to be.”
“What-” He did not get to finish as she brought the knife across his throat in one swift notion. Blood quickly leaked down from his throat, soaking his clothing. He tried to speak, but his words only came out in gurgles. Kizumi stood in front of him, watching the life leave his eyes before turning to leave.
“Don’t worry little brother, big sister is on the way.”
Kizumi made her way quietly through the shadows of the alleyway. Even though she had kept herself away from her family, Kizumi did keep tabs on them. This is how she knew Izuku’s usual route to and from school. She knew how long he had been missing. Kizumi had seen the news. Two days ago was when that slime villain attacked Izuku’s classmate, when she witnessed Izuku run in to save him while the heroes could do nothing but watch. Luckily, All Might showed up and saved both of the kids.
With knowing what had been happening prior to him going missing, the fact that he had been gone for two days, she just needed something else to find out where he was now. As powerful sounding as her quirk was it still required a few other things for it. Three things it seemed. Three facts to be able to know everything. Kizumi doubted her brother ran away, that just was not something he would do. At Least not without telling their mother. Something in her told Kizumi it was something else, something not of his choosing. Meaning he was probably taken.
That was a double no no in her book. This was her territory, but most of all they took her brother. To mess with her family was a personal offence to Kizumi. She took a turn down a dark street, one she knew Izuku used often. Red eyes scanned the empty street. There, sticking out from a bush. Gloved hands reached down and pulled out a worn looking notebook. ‘Hero Analysis’ was written on the front. This had to have been the area Izuku went missing. Kizumi tucked the notebook underneath one of the knife holsters on her legs. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. There, she could see it in her mind now. Human traffickers had taken her brother. A mistake she would not be letting them make twice. Kizumi’s lips turned upwards into a smile underneath her facemask. She would enjoy this.
Elsewhere
Tears streamed down from green eyes. Izuku’s teeth clamped down on the cloth in his mouth as his body trembled. His hands were bound behind his back. A dozen other kids around his age and younger were sitting on the floor with him. From what he had overheard from the men that had taken them all, the men were traffickers. The men had not fed any of the kids, keeping them all too weak to fight back or run. Izuku was not sure just how long he had been held captive, let alone the rest of the kids. He knew it had to have been at least a day, maybe two but he was not entirely sure.
Izuku continued to watch the men. At this point he could only hope some heroes or even the police force got news of what was happening. Surely someone would come to their rescue. A thin line of light began to come through one of the blocked windows. A new day. Was it the third or the fourth day then? Maybe today someone would come for them. His eyes started to close. Izuku was tired, exhausted even. Without having food his body did not have enough energy to even stay awake. His head tipped over as he fell asleep, his body remaining in a sitting position.
He was not sure how long he slept. Izuku’s mind seemed to drift in nothingness. Faint thoughts of his mother invaded his mind. She had to be worried sick by now. Izuku could feel himself waking up. Someone was messing with his hands. No, not his hands, the bindings on his hands.
“Mmf-?” He turned his head trying to see who was behind him.
“Quiet now little Izuku. We don’t need those bad men to notice I’m here just yet. And don’t move around so much, I don’t want to nick you with my knife.” His body stilled and he felt the cold metal of her knife as she worked to cut off the bindings. As soon as Izuku felt the ropes leave his wrist he took the cloth off from around his head.
“Kizu.” He whispered as he turned around to meet her gaze.
“Long time no see Izu. Here.” Kizumu pressed the knife into Izuku’s hand. “Go free the others, quietly and quickly.”
“Right.” Izuku quietly crawled over to the other kids, one by one cutting off their bindings while making sure they all stayed quiet. Kizumi continued to kneel down amongst the kids, waiting for her moment to strike. One of the kids started to whimper upon being woke up. Though the sound was mostly muffled by the cloth gag, it still seemed to be loud enough to garner the attention of some of the men.
“Hey, shut up over there!”
“Wait, what’s going on? How’d they come untied?”
“Shut up and get them back under control.”
Both men stood and headed over to the group of children. Some of the other kids began to whimper and cry even louder. Kizumi took the chance to strike. Her body shot forward. She headbutted one of the men while kicking another in the head.
“Listen up kids, you need to get out now. The path is clear; no one will stop you. Those of you who can walk help those who can’t. The authorities will be here soon.” Kizumi ordered the children. None of them moved, continuing instead to gawk at the woman. “Get out of here now! You’re free!” That got the kids moving. Kizumi kept her eyes on the two men, watching from her peripherals as the group of children ran out of the dark room.
“Kizumi…”
“What are you still doing here Izu, leave with the rest of them.”
“B-but you’ll be here by yourself with those guys!” Her brother was worried about her dealing with two men. How endearing of him. Seems like her brother had not really changed since she last met him. “What about the other men though?”
“I took care of them. And now I need to take care of these last two. So I need you to leave.”
“Kizu…”
“I don’t want you to see what I’m about to do, Izu.” Her voice was quiet. “I don’t want you to see what your dear sister has become.”
“I’m not leaving you alone.” Izuku spoke firmly. He refused to leave. Kizumi turned to look at her brother. Her red eyes staring into his own green ones. After a few moments she broke eye contact, letting out a small chuckle.
“As stubborn as ever.” Kizumi turned her attention back to the two remaining men as they started to get back onto their feet. “I’m going to need you to stand back then. I don’t want you to get anymore hurt than you already are.”
“Alright..” Izuku moved away, his back hitting the wall where the group of children had previously huddled against.
The two men weakly stood, groaning loudly. “What the hell?”
“Who the hell is this bitch?”
“This bitch is the one who’s going to end your pathetic lives. Encroaching on my turf is one thing. But you hurt someone you shouldn’t have.” Kizumi took out two knives.
The two men shot forward at her. One of them with his fingernails lengthening into daggers while the other man’s face contorted to where his mouth seemed to take up most of his head, sharp teeth jutting out. Kizumi side stepped their first charge, her knife slicing into the knife finger’s arm. Before they could turn around and retaliate, she charged the knife man. Twin knives sliced expertly at the man. Several thin cuts soon appeared all over his body as she slid around his side, moving back around the front of the two men. Teeth tried to bite at her, head jutting forward.
Kizumi shoved one of her knives into his head from the bottom of his jaw. The blade kept his jaw closed shut. The man tried to grab at the knife to pull it out of his head. Before one of his hands could reach the knife Kizumi kicked high, sending the knife further into the man’s head. The teeth man collapsed as blood poured from his head.
The last man tried to swipe at her with his hands. Kizumi dodged his attacks for a few moments, waiting for her chance. One of his hands swiped low at her, nearly hitting the floor. Kizumi’s arm shot out with the knife, pinning his hand to the floor. With one foot on the top of the knife hilt, the other shot out to the man’s head giving him swift kick. The force of the kick sent the man flying backwards. The pinned hand was ripped back with him, tearing his hand in half. The man’s mouth opened up to let out a scream, but was stopped by Kizumi’s hand being pressed into his face. The force of her hand pushed the man’s head into the floor. A cracking sound could be heard from the impact. His body lay still as blood began to pour from his head as well.
Kizumi withdrew both of her knives, the one stuck in the floor and the other stuck in the man’s skull. Siren’s could be faintly heard in the distance. “Izuku.”
The green haired boy continued to stare at the two bodies on the floor. His sister did that. She held her own against his kidnappers and more than likely took out the others that were in the building too. Had she killed all of them? How did she even get to this point? Was this why she left home? A gentle hand on his shoulder brought Izuku out of his thoughts. “Izuku we need to leave. Izuku!”
“Huh? R-right.” Kizumi placed an arm around his shoulder, turning his body away from the two dead men, as she led the two of them out the back door of the building. The duo slipped out of the building, staying in the shadows as the police swarmed the building searching for the traffickers.
After rounding a few different streets they ended up coming out at the main street just a couple of blocks down from the building. Kizumi held her arm out, stopping Izuku from stepping out the rest of the way onto the street. The girl peaked her head around the corner of the nearby building to watch the nearby police. Izuku leaned over her arm to look down the street as well.
The rest of the kids were crowding together. The police still outside were trying to gently question the kids. Someone was calling for an ambulance, another officer was taking note of how many bodies were being reported from within the building. Satisfied seeing the other kids were safe Kizumi turned around and went back into the alley. Izuku stumbled along behind her, running to catch up to her side.
“What’s going to happen now?”
“I’m going to make sure you make it home. Mom is worried sick about you.”
“Mom?”
“She called me, told me you had been missing. So I found you.”
“I’m sorry Kizu.”
The girl stopped walking, taken aback by her brother’s words. Izuku noticed she was not by his side after a few more steps and stopped, turning to face her. “Izu, why would you be sorry? It wasn’t your fault.”
“I just...maybe if I was stronger I wouldn’t have gotten taken...If I could’ve fought back. But then...all those other kids, would the police have gotten to them in time? Maybe it was for the best that I got caught…” His head was drooped down and arms down at his side in fists.
Kizumi walked over to Izuku. She pulled his head down onto her shoulder and both arms went around him in an embrace. Did her brother really think so lowly of himself that he thought of his kidnapping as a good thing? “Izu what happened wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but those bad men. Never blame yourself for such things ever again do you hear me?”
Hot tears rolled down Izuku’s face. Slowly, he brought up his own arms and weakly wrapped them around Kizumi. He wanted to sob, to let it all out, but at this point he was running on fumes. It was all he could do to even wrap his arms around her. Izuku could feel his legs start to give out, his body having run through all the adrenaline. Kizumi felt the sudden change in his body and caught him before he hit the ground. “Easy there tiger. You haven’t eaten for three days now.”
“Three days huh, is that how long it was?” Kizumi moved one of her arms around his midsection while bringing one of Izuku’s arms around her shoulder.
The rest of the walk back home was quiet. Izuku had run out of most of his energy while Kizumi watched their surroundings, searching for anyone suspicious.
