"Yes but on one condition." Todoroki said. Izuku grinned and leaned back.
"And what would be the condition?" The green haired devil said. He had a feeling he already knew the condition.
"I want to be the one who deals the final blow. I want to be the one that ends his life." Shouto said. Bingo. Izuku knew it.
"Done." Izuku said. "When do you want to kill him?"
"Tonight."
Katsuki was telling the police about how he was a friend of the family and how he hadn't seen her in a few weeks. He was on auto pilot answering questions immediately without hesitation. Even the one about where to contact her husband. He told them he had no idea. He was always out of the country on business. The only time he'd ever seen him was at the funeral for Midoriya Izuku.
Katsuki wondered why he was suddenly in an R rated tv drama. And people say he doesn't have a sense of humor.
They say that because he usually doesn't but you can't beat up your mental problems so, fuck it, comedy.
Momo was doing research on Izuku Midoriya. This proved easier said than done, mostly because he's a kid who killed themselves about one and a half years ago. What she could come up with wasn't really useful. Only what he looked like and who his girlfriend, Akemi Koibito. She sighed and shut her computer. Well technically, it was Todoroki's but she just didn't return it. This damn guy. Driving her crazy.
10 PM.
Todoroki walked into his home. His father Endeavour was waiting for him, ready to scold him for staying out late. But then a dart comes from behind Shouto. Izuku was there with a dart gun. The dart struck Endeavour in the throat. As the fire hero tried to pull it out, he collapsed.
Endeavor woke up, chained to a chair. He looked around and saw Izuku and Akemi.
"Ah! You're awake!" Izuku said. He had a large grin, along with a large knife. He moved it in front of his face, as if he was admiring it. As well he should, as it was clean and beautiful and soon... it'll be much MUCH DIRTIER. "That's... wonderful. Now we can begin." He finished, setting the knife down on a tray. It was on one of those roll desk so that it can be easily moved. He picked up a bat from leaning against the wall. He walked up to Endeavour. He flipped the baseball bat and held the side that hit the baseballs. The grip pointed at someone behind the fire hero. "You give out the first hit. You'll be giving the last one too. That is if he doesn't die prematurely." Izuku stated. The hero of flame tried to see who was behind him but his eyes couldn't quite get to him. He looked bat at the baseball bat. He saw an arm go out and grab it and saw the man walk in front of him. His own son. His eyes went wide and as they did, so did Shouto Todoroki's smile.
"Shouto... what are you..?" Endeavour said. Shouto brought the bat up into the sky, having it linger for just a second, before slamming it down with great force onto Endeavour's right shoulder, popping it out of its socket. Endeavour groaned in pain through gritted teeth. "Shouto... why are you doing thi-" Endeavour started to say. Shouto interrupted him.
"Don't ruin this for me." Shouto simply said. Endeavor was still shocked. Shout brought the bat behind him, as if he was a player of the game and swung, slamming the bat into Endeavour's left arm, between the shoulder and the elbow. As the baseball bat crashed into Endeavour's arm, a loud crack could be head, as bone had broken. Once again, Endeavour gave out a long pained groan. His eyes were wide with pain and pointed to the floor. He looked up and saw, behind Shouto, Izuku smiling at the show and display.
"What did you do to him?" Endeavour asked, addressing the green haired boy. "What did you do to my son? How did you make him try to kill his father? How did you make him kill his dad?!" Endeavour said, his voice getting louder in anger.
"Now that's where you're wrong. He is killing you, his father..." Izuku said, walking towards Endeavour. He stopped in front of him and knelt down to eye level. "But you are not his dad. A Dad would love their child. And I've never seen a father who loved their children less." Izuku said, anger and hatred of his own directed towards. Akemi, out of sight from everyone, being behind them and all, had a frown on her face. She seemed to be thinking about something that saddened her. Izuku stood up and gave the two Todoroki's their space. As Shouto went back to killing his father, Izuku walked back to Akemi. "Hey... you okay?" He asked, his face morphed from anger to concern. She looked up and smiled at him.
"Yeah... I'm fine. Great even." She said. Izuku smiled at her good. He kissed her and she kissed back. He then pulled away.
"You're sure? You don't have to be here if you don't want to." Izuku stated. Akemi nodded.
"I know." She said. Izuku nodded and turned back to Endeavor, just as Shouto slammed the baseball bat into Endeavour's stomach, causing bile to rise up out of his stomach and fall onto the floor. Shouto then went behind Endeavour. He proceeded to place his foot on the back of the chair and push it forward, sending Endeavour into his own puddle of bile.
"Would you like another instrument?" Izuku asked, holding up a large knife. "For cutting off fingers and toes... or hands." He set it back onto the tray and rolled the desk thing that carried the tools over to Shouto with a simple kick. Shouto stopped its slow roll when it arrived and smiled.
"I think I'll do something else first." Shouto said. He then left the room. About 5 minutes later a whistling noise could be heard. Shouto returned with a large, steaming kettle. Izuku smiled immediately knowing what Shouto wanted to do. Shouto set the things down on the rolling desk and picked Endeavour up from the floor. He then grabbed the kettle and poured something the boiling water over Endeavour's head. Endeavor was screaming in pain, writhing and shaking in the chair. After a few seconds, Shouto stopped pouring it on Endeavour. He then took pity on the hero. He grabbed one of the big knives and jabbed it through Endeavor's throat. He unchained Endeavor and knocked him over on his side. Endeavor, the second greatest Hero, had been murdered by the child he groomed to surpass his enemies. Call it a poetic justice. Shouto watched as the blood drained from the man. Izuku went next to Shouto.
"Do you regret it?" Izuku asked. Immediately he got a response.
"No."
"Good."
Momo was pacing around the room, wondering.
'Should I join them? I mean, he's right, heroes are based solely in sexual means for women, but I could be one of the first ones to not do that! Ah who am I kidding, society wouldn't let that happen. They'd rather have another thing to go into their goddamn spank bank. Mineta is proof of that enough. I should. It'll be the only way i can exist in this god forsaken society without almost flashing my damn tits everywhere. But what about my mother? She'd disown me. Fuck her, she's a cunt. I need money, I can just take it.' She thought. Her mind was set.