BASH!

"Jeez, Italy, you might wanna calm it. The poor man won't survive if you keep going at him."

CRACK!

"Mozzafiato! I seem to have lost a bit of my cool. Such a beautiful vermin like him deserves the full experience of the yakuza treatment!" I could barely control my myself. Oh, the wonderful sounds coming from this wonderful man's body is just…Oh its just indescribable!

I walked back to my companion's side, smelling the other man's blood on him as well. Oh my, what a hypocrite! My buddy, Hotaru, walks up to the man laying on the floor. The poor bastard is spitting up blood. It really ruins his pretty boy look.

Hotaru grabs the man and slams him on the wall of the abandoned storage facility.

"Look at me you sick bastard!"

The man sits up, spitting some blood onto Hotaru's face. I licked my lips, savoring the fight this man's soul still has. Oh my, looks like Hotaru doesn't like this man's sexy ferocity. He licked the blood on his face. Oh boy, looks like he's going to loooose it!

Hotaru starts to repeatedly kick the man's ribs, breaking them far beyond repair. Mozzafiato, I would be surprised if the man ribs don't pierce his lungs.

"Listen to me bitch and listen good! The next time you rat on anyone of the members of the Kobayashi Family, I'll fucking kill you, got it?!" The man was barely conscious, with Hotaru giving his ribs a final kick. The man groaned as he struggled to breathe. Mozzafiato, his wheezing! His wondrous, desperate breathing! I think I'm getting a little excited at the rhythm of his breathing. So ragged, so rough, so magnifico!

Hotaru turns around, seeing my face getting more and more sexually excited. He started to smirk.

"Italy, give this bastard the good old Hospital Room #72. Give him a few months in the bed."

"I. Will. Love. To!" I walked up slowly to the man. I crouched down to meet him at head level. I made a bit of sinister smile and caressed his long, rough hair.

"My, how rough. Such a sweet face, but such a rough hair. Trust me honey you would look magnificent with some conditioner and some makeup, you'll look as magnificent as me!" I whipped my long, curly magenta hair back, giving this wondrous boy a quick flutter of blinks with my purple eyeliner eyes. I gave him a kiss on his cheek, leaving a hot pink lip gloss kiss mark.

"It pains me to hurt such a beautiful face, but it you dishonored the family honor, cutie. Can't let you leave here without a few scars to remember me by."

A black figure started to form on my hand. When it finished forming, I grabbed its handle and had it rest on my shoulders.

It was a sturdy, stainless steel bat. At the uppermost part of the bat, a mouth was yelling out, screaming in hysteria and joy.

"Get him right in the ear, Italy. A clean smack should be enough to leave him in a coma for a few months, maybe a year. Hell, bastard will probably get amnesia from the amount of brain damage. If he's lucky..." Hotaru smiled wickedly, giving the sign to finish what we came here for. I lifted my bat and prepared my swing.

"Smells Like Teen Spirit doesn't hold back any punches pretty boy. That's why I love him!" I swung my bat right into his ear. The man almost fainted from the brute force, but the fun has only just begun. The mouth turned its way to the guys ear and started screaming right into it.

The poor man, screaming in agony, unable to break free from Smells Like Teen Spirit's wonderful torture.

The man faints and falls on the floor, blood dripping out of his right ear, his eyes have gone completely white. I may have overdone it by just a bit.

"Good job, you Italian bastard. Still as ruthless as ever, since we were young boys at that." We walked out of the facility, letting the beautiful crescent moon bask us in all her love. "I'll go get the car, you stay here. And please don't do anything rash." Hotaru walked passed the facility and into the abandoned parking lot, in search of the car.

My high heels clicked on the pavement, my custom tailored violet leather jacket that extends all the way down to my heels, with my family insignia on the back. The design is splendid, two black dragons breathe white flames upon the family motto, which is 'We are a Fate Worse Than Death'. The two front sides of my jacket has my personal motto, 'Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo', roughly translating to 'If I can not bend the will of Heaven, I shall move Hell'. Such a perfect motto, a magnifico motto.

I see a Black Chevrolet Camaro roll up in front of me. It rolled down its tinted window to reveal Hotaru chilling in the driver's seat. I hopped into the passenger side, then telling him I'm good to go. He started driving out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Hotaru then gets a call on his phone. It looked like a very lengthy conversation, so I popped my head phones on and pulled up one of my favorite tunes. Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap starts blasting full volume. I rocked out in my seat, air guitaring and singing along side the song. The car made a clean stop in an alleyway. Hotaru turned off the car and jumps out, he opens up my door, and proceeds to walk towards the sidewalk. I turn off my phone and catch up to him.

"Hey Hotaru, baby, what are we doing?" He turned his head back to me and gave me a grim look.

"Old man Kami is having some, uhhhh, legal issues to attend to at the mansion. We have to lay low in one of his hotels for a bit."

"What kind of problems?" I'm usually not overly curious about the old man's business, but the nervous tone Hotaru is giving intrigued me.

"Hero problems. They seem to be trying to negotiate a deal with the old man, something about an exchange of something. He told me to keep you out of sight from any action that can cause attention.

Um hello? I'm a 6"5 kid who's only 15 years old, I'm pretty sure I stick out like a sore thumb.

We went inside the Harada Star Hotel. Hotaru started hitting on the counter lady, trying to get a little something more with the room. He got us the key (and apparently scored the young lady's number). A quick elevator trip later and there we were, room #562. Wow, I keep forgetting how amazingly large this rooms are. A Jacuzzi and 2 king sized beds. A pool outside with a diving board. Ooh and such colorful décor, my I do love this hotel's sense of style. The bathroom can be its own living room with how much space there is, how delightful!

"You should go take a shower first, Hotaru, I'm going to go explore a bit around the hotel." I began to exit the room.

"Wait." He flings a key at me. I caught with ease and see it was the room key. "Now don't do anything stupid, or old man Kami will have both of our asses on a silver platter. I giggled at his comment and left.

I took the elevator down to the lobby, walking past a group of ladies who seemed to be, interested, in me.

"How you doing, big boy~" One of the girls grabbed my hand and pulled me close to her. One of her friends started to carefully examine my muscles. "Oh my, such a young but strong body, its like a man truly lives in here." Another girl hopped in. "So femininely beautiful but so masculine~ how about we all have some fun in your room, cutie~"

I broke free from the group of girls and started walking towards the exit. "I have a friend upstairs, room #562. He would be ready for a good orgy." The girls giggled and scurried away towards the elevator. I stepped outside, feeling the cool breeze hit my face. Oh my lovely Musutafu, you never cease to amaze me with your wonderful scenery. People using their Quirks to move around the bustle of the city. I sighed and walked down the street. Passed the ramen shop in the corner, passed the market farther down the street, made a couple turns, then realized I got myself lost.

"Well, shit, looks like I'm lost." I tried retracing my steps, but ended up in an even more unfamiliar spot. I can hear a faint noise in the wind, an ominous breeze passes by. I started getting very anxious, sensing something wrong. I kept walking up the street, passed an alleyway, then…

Wait

The alleyway was making an indescribable noise. Heavy grunting and a wet slapping sound echoed through the alleyway of noise. I, expecting the worse, investigate the alleyway.

And there I saw it

The deed has already been done. The poor girl has been raped, defiled, deflowered. Completely eviscerated like an animal. She couldn't have been older than 12, such a young beautiful girl, broken beyond any form of repair.

The older man, I'll assume he's around his mid 30s yelled out to me: "Don't you dare snitch kid, or I'll have your fucking head." I started to laugh at the man, enjoying how he's only moments away from breathing out of a straw in a few minutes. "What so funny kid? Your looking at the boss of the Yoshikage Family, and unless you have a death wish, I suggest you get the hell out!" I suddenly went silent, the ominous breeze passes by again, adding to this wonderful tension.

I then started sprinting at him.

"Your going to suffer a fate worse than death, you fucking bastard!"