No More Heroes: Purple Violence

Chapter 3: No More Peaceful Times

Beef Head Video

1:38 P.M

Wednesday

"Here it is, Travis," The man known as Bishop gave a case that contain the O.V.A of an anime, in a plastic bag, to Travis Touchdown. Bishop was the owner of Beef Hep, and a good friend to the Otaku. He was in his mid thirties, almost a bit older than Travis. His hair was done in a semi Mohawk, and his white skin looked slightly oiled up. Bishop had already wore a brown shirt with a face of a cow, which gave a cartoon-ish smile.

"Thanks Bishop," Travis gave a smile to his friend, and he took the D.V.D he had paid for. The Otaku wore his usual red jacket, but he had swapped his usual t-shirt, the one with his favorite anime, with a black one with a red tiger that breathe fire.

He also wore black jeans and black shoes.

"C'mon kid," Travis called out to Mineta, who was busy reading a video game magazine, which had a article talking about a new game called, "Let It Die", coming out next year. The small teen wore his zipped down purple hoodie, with a purple t-shirt that contains the phrase, "Hope You're Having A Grape Day!".

'God, that shirt is completely cheesy,' Travis thought, as Mineta placed the magazine back onto a shelf and followed him out the store.

"So what did you get?" Mineta asked as they walked outside.

"The brand new O.V.A for Bizarre Jelly Five," Travis showed the case from the bag to Mineta, as if he was proud.

"What's the anime about anyway?"

"It's about these girls, and they're named after different fruits. These girls are also magical girls, so they fight off these powerful shadows monsters. And it's so fucking cool. and the best part about it, it contains one thing that people like always love..."

Mineta's eyebrows were raised with curiosity. "What is it?"

A sly, yet blissful smirk appeared on Travis's mouth, and under his orange glasses, his eyes were in a state of lust. "Moe~~~"

"...Of course," Mineta said, with a grin.

While the two were in engaged in their conversation, they failed to realize that a tall, black limousine were tailing them. As they went to cross the street, the vehicle stopped dead in front of them, a few feet away. The door of the limo opened, and two tall men in black suits exited and stood in front of the two.

"Travis Touchdown?" Asked one of the men. Their demeanor were blank, yet very serious.

"Yeah. Who's asking?" Travis wasn't going to let some cheap punks threatened him. His hand slowly crept to his beam katana, the "lightsaber" used to rescue Mineta in the first place.

"Sylvia Christel has requested for your presence at once," the other man in black answered.

Travis's eyes widen a little bit, his hand that reached for his weapon retreated. "Sylvia? What the hell does she wants with me? Where is the hell is she anyway?"

"Closer than you think, Travis."

An familiar voice, laced with a French accent answered. Inside the limousine, the head of a female peered out, her white hair done in long pigtails. Her hazel eyes stared at the Otaku, a faint smile on her face.

"S-Sylvia?" Travis asked in disbelief.

"Hello Travis," said Sylvia. "Long time, no see."

Travis's heart must've skipped a beat. Sylvia hadn't shown up after he became the became the number one Ranked assassin for three months. Three whole months, and now she comes back from out of the blue. Just like that?

'Okay, first, she showed up and asked to kill other assassins and become number one, then she takes all of my money just because Sir Henry Motherfucker wasn't making a huge amount of cash, skips town, and then she comes back and said hi to me. What does this French bitch want from my life?' Travis basically ranted in his head.

Too bad he doesn't have the balls to say that in Sylvia's face-

'Oh fuck you too, writer!'

Anyway, Sylvia asked the men in black to step aside, which they did. "Come inside, Travis," She said. "Bring that boy too." She pointed to Mineta.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and slowly entered the limousine. They sat down on a long, white car seats as the vehicle began to move again.

Sylvia sat on the right side of the car, while the men in black sat at the left side. Her legs was crossed, and her back leaned onto the seat. She wore a pair of shorts, which exposed her long legs, an white jacket that displayed her blossoms for any men to drool over. Her foot kept tapping to a set of music that was quite catchy.

Sylvia grabbed a remote that laid next to her, and pressed a button. In the middle of the limousine, a square box rose up with mechanical sounds, and stood here. The French woman slid the box open, revealed several bottles of wine and champagne, with a set of drinking glasses. "Do you want a drink, Travis?" Sylvia grabbed a glass and a bottle of champagne.

"All I want is an explanation," said Travis. "You skipped town for three months, and you came back. What's your game, Sylvia?"

"My game?" Sylvia popped the cork of the bottle, and poured the beverage into her cup. "You want to cut to the chase? Already? What happened to that drive of yours?"

"That drive disappeared as soon as I found out the truth about you and the UAA," Travis clenched his fists tightly, almost drawing blood. "If it's about me killing any more people for your greedy ass, then you can forget it."

"I'm greedy?" Sylvia took a few sips of her champagne. "I'm hurt Travis. Wounded even."

"So was I, but you didn't care for a second, bitch."

Mineta felt like some kind of third wheel, but instead of feeling jealous, he felt a lot of emotions flowing from both Travis and this Sylvia person. It was a bit of an Love/Hate relationship, but it had a lot of unsolved sexual tension. It was kinda creeping him out.

"Think what you want, Travis. However, my business isn't really focused on you," said Sylvia.

"Really now? Then who-" Travis pausing, realizing where this was heading. "Wait...you're talking about the kid?" He said, pointing to Mineta.

"Correct." Sylvia then shifted her attention to the grape haired boy. "Mineta Minoru, isn't it?"

"Y-yes ma'am." Mineta answered back.

"I've heard a lot about you. You being a student at U-A, a school where people with Quirks attends. Your performance at the Entrance exam was quite impressive, especially with that Quirk of yours. Immobilizing the robots with your sticky balls. That was actually brilliant. And even with your final exam was impressive as well."

Travis sighed. 'Great. She's gassing him up.'

"It's a shame that a student like you would get expelled for allegedly drugging one of your classmates," Sylvia placed her glasses into one of the cup holders, her eyes leaving Mineta and returning soon after. "Now, let me ask you a question: Do you want to clear your name?"

Mineta nodded. "Yes."

"Would you do anything for it? Even if it means killing?"

Mineta thought about the question for awhile. Would killing make him a hero, or a villain? Should he shed blood so he could clear his name? Does these ends justifies the means? All he could do is say one thing: "...Yes."

"I see," Sylvia gave a smile to the boy. "How would you like to join the UAA?"

"Woah, hold on for one second," Travis interfered. "You can't make him join the UAA. He's way too young for that shit!"

"Oh, you don't know about the new Junior League?"

"New Junior League?"

"That's right," said Sylvia. "The United Assassin's Association is opening its door to more younger faces. Now, young adults between the ages 11 to 19, can compete in their own set of Ranked fights."

"You're telling me that you people are sending kids to go kill each other. Geez, I know that you can be so fucked up, but not this fucked up." Travis stated in some disgust.

"I'm not in charge of setting up the Ranked fights this time," Sylvia said, to the surprise of Travis. "The one who now sets up the fights are the Junior League's number one Ranked assassin."

"Really? So let me guess, you want Mineta to join this Junior League or whatever, but what's the difference between that and the regular league?" Travis asked.

"Well, for one, the price to enter the rankings is cut in half, and two, whoever becomes the number one Ranked assassin, they'll get a huge sum of money."

Travis just laughed. "How much? A couple hundred thousand dollars?"

"Try two billion."

At that point, Travis leaned forward, his jaw dropping, his eyes widened to the size of car wheels. "What?!? Two fucking billion?!? You've gotta be shitting me!

"It's true. The number one Ranked assassin is also funding the League. But that's not all, not only you'll get the cash, you'll get a chance to do one thing that your heart desires."

"So you're saying that if i were to become number one, I'll get a lot of money and clear my name at the same time?" Mineta spoke up.

"Yep! So what do you say?"

Mineta was ready to answer, until Travis pulled him by the arm and whispered in his ear. "Are you sure you want to do this? If you do this, there's no way out for you. Believe me. I know..."

Travis released the teen, who also gave the opportunity a though. After a moment of silence, Mineta had made up his mind.

"Fine. I'll do it."

"Great! That's the spirit!" Sylvia smiled once more. She turned to the Otaku. "The Junior League ranking fights won't start for another three months, so that'll give you enough time to train him."

"...Fine then. I'll train him, but I'm not doing it for you."

"Fair enough," Sylvia said, and the limousine stopped moving, the brakes screeching to a halt. The woman turned to the men in black. "Boys. If you will..." The men got up, and approached the two.

Travis and Mineta gulped in unison.

(NMH:PV)

The two were flung out of the car, and onto the curb of the sidewalk. they groaned in pain, and slowly began to get back on their feet.

Sylvia's head peered out again. "Sorry about that. No hard feelings, rights? I have to run. I'll keep in touch. Cho!" She waved goodbye as the limousine moved again, out of sight.

"Man, I hate when she does that." Travis said as he dusted himself off.

Mineta also got up, and scanned his surroundings. "Where are we?"

"We're closer to the job center, but let's head back home." Travis pulled out a old cell phone out of his pockets, and dialed a number. He placed the phone on his ear as it rang.

"Yo, Bishop, it's me, Travis...Yeah I'm fine, but can send the Schpeltiger over here...I'm near the job center...Okay, thanks man." Travis hanged up the phone, and looked at Mineta. "My friend is on his way with my bike. We'll just have to wait."

"Okay..."

"What's up kid? You look kinda gloom."

"Do you think I did something stupid when i agreed to join this UAA?"

"Yeah, to be completely honest. But hey, I did the same."

"Really?"

"Yep. I was a idiot at the time, and i paid for it. So I'm sceptical about this Junior League shit, but do you really think that this is the best way to help clear your name."

Mineta blinked. "Well, yeah. I have to prove my innocence somehow."

"By killing other people."

"...Oh shit, I didn't think this through enough, didn't I?"

"Yep."

"I'm going to die horribly, aren't I?"

"Probably."

Mineta took a deep breath. "Well, I almost died a bunch of times anyway, so screw it."

"I can admire that."

So they waited, until Bishop showed up.

To Be Continued...

...In a office

"Is everything set?" A voice on a phone said.

Sylvia answered: "Yes. I've found someone to represent me."

"Good. Now remember this: If that person dies in the fights..."

"Then I would die as well, and everyone that I know: Including my husband..."

"And Travis Touchdown."