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"So. Where's Ouji?"

"Oh? Sent him on an errand."

"Ah I see. Not at your side as usual." The older man said, he ran a finger through his beard and sat relaxed in the luxury chair by her, on the elevated, curtained part of the dance floor, a more open area with plenty of platform dancers and drunk patrons, flashing lights.

"What do you want tonight father?" She pulled a long curl behind her ear and toddled her long hair through her fingers, mini dress sparkly.

Her legs were slinky and crossed. Her signature was a sparkle dress and a bright color of stilettos.

Tonight's it was a funky shade of purple.

"Oh just thinking about that boyfriend of yours."

She snapped amongst the loud music. "Shut up. He's not my boyfriend!"

"It's a cover. That's all, I get it. Just like the last one hm?"

Her eyes skimmed over and looked his snide silhouette down, hers just as such: "Cheap talk. What do you want?"

They were speaking in English, something no one around them would understand in the Japanese club playing loud rap music.

"Come'on Ashley." Her father coo'ed, mocking to her. "You know Ouji isn't Diasuta."

"Hm." She put her chin on fist, elbow on chair, uncrossing then re-crossing her legs, snapping her fingers.

A man came up and sat down a cocktail, and she took a swig out of it. "What's your point?"

"Do you not regret making the mistake you did?"

"Shut up." She was cruel to him. "Everyday I regret it."

"That's right you shouldn't of let him head home that day. Why we even let you have him for yourself I have no idea."

Ashley did nothing but roll her eyes and grumble inside the glass of her cocktail.

"You got too high on your quirk and your oversight let him slip out of our grasp."

"I know all this shit, what the hell do you want?" She was taking it personal, it was because it was personal.

That Hisashi and his utter perseverance when it came to his brother, it pissed her off.

How he was able to remove her emotional quirks, enough of them to make it to where Kasaya could function normally again without her and even get him into a high school that she couldn't touch him at.

She had no idea which emotion controls were left on him!

That snake!

A snake in the grass that Hisashi, snatching shit up that will always be hers and hers only.

She meant it when she called Saya and told him that she was the only one that's make him look nice, and that only she could, how she'd missed that voice, how she'd played... some.

Except the voice was speaking on its own and doing its own things. And that was what she despised.

"What I want to tell you is about the company's new paper trail."

"Oh?" Instantly her interest was peaked. Lights flashed around her.

"Hm. That's right now you're paying attention and not lost inside your own thoughts. Well if you're still so much as even thinking about getting that tool back, then listen." He moved in closer to her, a whiskey on the rocks was sat for him and he took it waving the scantily clad waitress off. "We've got some of our ass to cover."

"What happened?"

"I have a source that informed me that that brother of Kasaya's is planning on filing a court case against you."

"What?" She didn't look phased at all. "That's stupid." Inside she was raging, she was good at pretending.

"Is it?" He took a sip, sat back, lights flashed, dancers looking mystical almost amongst the fog. "It can send the company toppling."

"Hmn." She made a noise with her throat. "So I'm guessing your going to say it's just another mistake out of my arrogance eh?"

"Yeh, and I'm left in the dirt cleaning up after my own daughter. Tell me Ashley dear, why the fuck am I such a gracious father?"

She just rolled her eyes.

"After everything you did to the poor boy."

"Fuck you, you wanted it done. I did it all." She took a sip of her martini.

It was true. She obeyed everything her father wanted. For the company's sake, her own sake.

She got out of it what she wanted, luxury, everything she could ever desire.

But what Ashley truly desired was power.

She'd exercised that with Kasaya under her, who followed her like a whipped dog.

Already she'd gotten another one that she could control, Ouji.

It was so difficult and overbearing for her to work that skill up.

She pushed her limits nearly everyday to try to make her emotional controls stronger.

It seemed to be working on Ouji, his body and quirk

served her well. He did everything she asked.

But he was no Diasuta.

Kasaya was her first. He was her sentiment. Her first little plaything, little scrub.

Killing with that sword of his when she'd beckon it of him with an emotion, or using that quirk he had.

So powerful.

She remembered the night that she'd asked him to call on his Level 3 quirk, then thereafter, feeling so overcome with fright that she'd never do it again.

She'd never forget what she saw.

How unbelievable and unreal it was.

"So my proposal, to clean up this crap. Here it is, if you want to hear it."

"Fine."

"There are lots of reasons why we capture people with strong quirks and control them with our guild of mental quirk socialites." Her dad began to pander with no care as he laid it out. "Body Guards and Dirty Work. Trafficking. Genes."

"Yeh. Yeh." She waved.

"Diasuta made a good handy man, did he not?"

She knew he was referring to how he was easily used and manipulated by her to carry out their dirty work.

"He was a top tier assassin in the guild. Best of the class. So good, that I argued with the other members as they wanted, so desperately, to buy his loyalty from you. Of course, you've have to release your emotion controls, for another to have bought him, for them to lay their mental quirk on him."

"I get it. He was an expensive loss. Everyone wanted him in the guild. No shit. I told them daily to get lost, that he was mine. Their mental controls would never touch him."

"And that's what I yearn. That possessiveness. I'm glad it's still there and you haven't dismissed it."

"And why would I?" She openly admitted it. She crossed her legs the other direction now, those purple silettos bright.

"You're wicked. Good girl."

She smirked.

"We're cleaning up our escaped messes. So if this court case happens there will be no loose ends for them to find. Here's the exception." He raised his glass, smiled darkly. He had her full attention. "I can assure that we can get Diasuta back."

Her heart leapt!

Her stomach knotted. Her first would be hers? Again?

"How?" She blurted.

"Sold on it hm? Something told me you would be."

She didn't move. Frozen waiting for words. The downtown Tokyo club, loud, hazy, filled with sheer curtains, dancers, smoke, flashing lights, it was nothing in this moment compared to the taste of thirst swirling in her mouth.

She wanted power, and she wanted it back NOW.

And at the chance, the word that she might have it again? Her interest was more than spiked, it was captured completely.

"Diasuta is an escaped mess. We've got to clean it up. But what more if we could get him back serving us somehow hm? We could just have him lie off everything in court if it come around."

"True. But what about just getting ahold of him? What do we do about that? It wasn't until Hisashi began keeping him at that military base and not at his home, which we have no jurisdiction in, that I found the he'd been loosened from me."

"And now he's in UA of all the fucking places hm?"

"That rat!" She downed he rest of her drink.

"His brother is a smart one. I give it to him. His quirk is weak compared to Diasuta's, but it's enough that we can't even get a finger on him.

"Flat mental illusions, simple but effective." She hated it. She'd even been fooled by a few. Hisashi could put up fake scenery within a certain amount of space, using his mental quirk as well. "So how do we get my dog back then?"

"One exception. If this goes awry, he gets tossed with the rest of the trash we're disposing of? Got it?"

She hated to nod, but she did.

"Alright let me lay it out for you."