Okay let's just start this off by me saying I made an outlining mistake and I am sorry. I tried to work around it as best as I could but we got this so. There is also a lot more vilolince in this the normal so be ready for that. I'll probably put in the tags too just to be safe. Sorry for spelling grammar mistakes. I home you enjoy and if you did plese leave a comment. With that have a wonderful time guys, gals, non-binary plas.
The rest of Shoto's internship, after he was raised from the hospital, went over calmly. Banshee did make him study and look over hero law as part of a punishment, but Shoto didn't mind too much. In the end, the white-haired teen was almost sad to go.
"Well, kid," Banshee said, "You had a rough start, but other than that, you great to have around."
Shoto noticed a different look in her eyes. They were almost sad, but they also looked like they were studying him. Looking for some below the surface. But Shoto pushed that away from now.
"Thank you again for having me and letting me learn from you," Shoto said while giving a respectful bow.
"Don't mention it, kid," the hero said, smiling, "Just, try no to get into too much trouble," her voice grew soft as she said that last part.
"I'll do my best."
The train ride home was calm enough, and Shoto was looking forward to going home. Dabi and Fuyumi weren't able to come to visit him in the hospital, but they had been informed by the police what had happened. Shoto had no idea how they were going to act, but he tried not to dwell on it too much.
On his way up to his own apartment, Shoto was stopped by Mrs. Kitabayashi, who was on her way out.
"Hello, dear," she said with a bright smile spreading across her face.
Shoto smiled back, "Hello, Baba."
Many years ago back when the Yukitomo siblings first moved into the building, Shiki was the only kid Shoto knew that was his age. So that meant he spent a lot of time with her. A child, Shiki, talked a mile a minute, and a lot of that talk was about her grandma. Due to that, it led to Shoto thinking Mrs. Kitabayashi's name was 'Baba' because that was the only thing Shiki called her. So he called her such as well, which lead to Natsuo also addressing her that way too. The two boys weren't corrected until Dabi found out. He explained to Shoto that that wasn't her name, and told Natsuo it probably wasn't too respectful to keep calling her such. Shoto had been embarrassed at the time, but the old woman insisted that it was no big deal, and both he and Natsuo could keep calling her that if they wanted. So to this brought them today where Shoto still called his downstairs neighbor 'Baba' or when he was more respectful, 'ma'am.'
"So, your internship is all done?" she asked.
"Yes," Shoto said, "I had a good learning experience, and I'm thankful for it."
"Well, that wonderful dear," she said, "Now there has been something I've wanted to ask you."
"Yes, Baba?" Shoto asked.
"Shiki coming home in a few weeks," the older woman said, "And I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to get her a welcome home present. I'm sure you'll be busy here soon with exams. But if you want to come..."
"I'd love nothing more," Shoto said, smiling.
"Wonderful!" exclaimed, clasping her hands together, "Well, I'm off to book club dearly. You are ready to come shopping with me."
"I will."
Shoto watched her leave and then made the rest of the way up to the apartment. He had forgotten that his siblings would be there, so he was surprised by the tackled hug he got from Fuyumi on opening the door.
"I was so worried!" Fuyumi cried, pulling, Shoto as close to her chest as he could.
"Yumi, you're crushing me worse than Natsuo does," Shoto gasped. He was ironed, of course, and soon enough, he was passed on to Dabi, who held him even tighter.
"Are you a moron?" Dabi asked, "I mean, really, what the hell were you thinking?"
"Sorry," Shoto muttered, wanting nothing to be let so he could breathe again. The raven-haired man did let him go, only for Natsuo to hug him even tighter.
"For the love of All Might!" Shoto yelled, "You're all going to suffocate me!"
"Oh, shut up and take our love," Natsuo shot back.
After getting more hugs than he ever needed, Shoto was finally let go and able to breathe again. He looked at his siblings, who were all circled around him.
"Are you okay?" Fuyumi asked, "After everything that happened?"
"I mean," Shoto started, "I'm not hurt. But head wise, I don't know. Still a little shook up, I guess."
"Well, we're here if you need to talk, kay kid?" Dabi said.
"Yeah," Shoto muttered, "I know."
"Come one," Natsuo said, "Let's make dinner. We could watch 'Howl's Moving Castle' after."
"Well, if we're going to do that, we may as well watch Princess Mononoke too," Shoto said.
"You have school tomorrow," Fuyumi said.
"I don't see your point."
XXX
Dabi was in a weird place emotionally. To start, his baby brother was attacked by a maniac with way too many blades on him. Of course, anyone who laid a fucking finger on any of his siblings should die, and be dragged off to hell by their hair, but as Dabi heard more and more about the villain's ideology, he could see the point. Dabi hated the fuck, and his methods were, 'not good,' no question, but the ideas behind it the actions Dabi understood.
The idea of removing heroes that were toxic and had selfish and self-centered goals, it was tempting to think about. Just take all the filth that were a lot of the pro heroes in the world and just, making them disappear, turning them to ash, it sent an old yet not entirely unwelcome feeling threw him.
But Dabi was going to have to let the Hero Killer and his ideals go. He had to. The lunatic hurt Shoto and his brother was going to be a hero. Dabi was still allowed to have an opinion on the hero, but he figured it was best not to have that one. Beside Fuyumi and he had already had an argument about Stain earlier that day when she found him watching videos. No need to keep bringing it up.
"Dabi?" Shoto's voice asked, pulling the black-haired man out of his thoughts.
Dabi looked at him, yakitori halfway to his mouth when he said, "Yeah?"
"I've been thinking," Shoto said.
"That's never good."
"Fuck you."
"Not at the table," Fuyumi said, glaring at both of them.
"Yes, brat?" Dabi asked.
"I know I'm still learning to use my left side," Shoto said, "But I realized that I am limited when I use it."
"What are you saying?" Dabi asked, putting his food down.
"I need to learn to fight and train more without my Quirk," Shoto said.
"You know how to do that."
"Not good enough," Shoto said, "If I'm going to be a good hero, I can't just trust my Quirk for all things. I need more methods."
"He's got the point," Natsuo said, avoiding Dabi's eyes, as he took a long drink.
Dabi signed and leaned back in his chair to think. Dabi himself used long-range combat for almost all his fighting. He knew some close-range fighting styles, but they weren't that good. He knew a little bit about using a sword, but that was from when he was low, and it was almost all forgotten.
After thinking about it for a while, Dabi realized there was one person who could help Shoto, and he hated to say it. But his brother was right, and if Dabi wanted Shoto to be safe, he needed to make sure the kid was ready for anything.
"Sora could probably teach you more than I ever could," Dabi said. All of his siblings looked up at him when he said that.
"Will she even agree to teach him?" Fuyumi asked.
"Come on, we all know Shoto's her favorite," Natsuo said jokingly, "Of course she'll say yes."
"Would you like to train with Sora?" Dabi asked, looking right at Shoto.
The white-haired teen thought about it for a moment and then nodded.
"I'll call her in the morning," Dabi said.
"Now that we have that out of the way," Natsuo said, "Why don't you tell me about Midoriya, huh Shoto?"
"Shut the hell up," Shoto growled.
"Midoriya?" Fuyumi asked, "The boy you fought with at the Sports Festival?"
"Yep," Natsuo said, "And when I saw them at the hospital, someone was staring."
"Shut up!" Shoto yelled.
"Come on, Sho, tell us more."
"Oh, my gods, I'm going to jump out that window if you don't stop."
Dabi leaned back and laughed at the sight in front of him. Sometimes in moments like these, Dabi thinks about how life would have been if he hadn't made the choices he made. None of them would be this happy, he told himself. The monster wouldn't have let them. A small wave of angry rolled threw him.
Only five more years.
XXX
Taijo took a long drag of his cigarette as he relaxed more into his armchair. The room was dark and smelt of blood and garbage, mixed with dirt and gasoline.
The harsh light of the dust lamp beat down on Himura's face and made the blood trickling down his temples shine. His tight mouth gag was stained with vomit and begging to give his skin a rash. And his right eye was shut due to the blood cape and the other twitching every few seconds.
Daisuke and Kagero were to the left and right of the tied-up man, their weapons still in hand. Behind them was a rack of even more tools and weapons. Daisuke smirking while gripping his crowbar with blood-stained hands even tighter. Kagero's face was blank as he looked towards the ground, twirling his knife in his hand.
Mareo sat comfortably on Taijo's lap, arms wrapped around his neck, one of his hands playing with Taijo's hair. Mareo also had the side of his head resting on top of Taijo's gently. Though navy-haired couldn't see him, he knew his pet was smiling ear to ear, with a hint of delight in those seductive eyes of his.
After another drag from his smoke, Taijo said, "You see Himura, I didn't want to do this. But what can I say? You forced my hand. You're the one who made the mistakes, and this is the punishment for it. Do you have anything to say?"
Himura looked back at him. There was fury in the man's eyes, but Taijo only found it amusing. The navy haired man laughed and flicked away his cigarette.
"Tell you what," Taijo said, "I'll let you off easy this time, but first..." Taijo looked to Mareo, "What do you think we should do to him, darling?"
The smaller man moved his head to look at Himura, biting his lower lip as he thought. Then a spark of joy flashed in those hazel eyes as he turned to Taijo, and said with a voice full of glee, "You could break his kneecaps, Sir! Then make him go up the stairs with his hands!"
Taijo smiled and said, "That's a thought, now. How would we break his kneecaps then?"
"You could use the bat," Mareo said while giggling, "Or I could do it for you, Sir. Oh, please, I'll make it good, Sir."
"As much fun as that sounds darling," Taijo said, "I have another idea. He grabbed his gun and fired a bullet into Himura's stomach and another into his right pectoral. The restrained man screamed, threw the gag in agony. Bloodstains blossomed over his white shirt like drops of ink on paper.
Tajio carefully slid his pet off his lap and told him, "Go back to the house and lay on an outfit for me, okay, darling? I have a meeting after this. Can't show up in jeans now, can I?"
Mareo's lip stuck out in a pout, "But Sir, you said I could watch the whole thing."
"Come now, darling," Taijo purred, "Do what I told you, and I'll take you out after my meeting. Let you go crazy on those morons down at the pier. How's that sound?"
A smile broke across Mareo's face, and he nodded.
"Good, now go. And send in Kazama and Okabe on your way out."
The smaller man nodded again and left the room, partially skipping and laughing to himself. Once Mareo was gone, Taijo made his way over to Himura and grabbed him by the hair to make him look Taijo in the eyes.
"Now, I'm going to let you get healed by Serizawa," Taijo said, "But you make one more mistake, step one toe out of line. Then the next bullet goes in your head."
With that, Taijo fired one more bullet into Himura's right knee. While the man was screaming, he threw his gag, Taijo signaled for Okabe and Kazama to take him while Taijo left with Daisuke and Kagero.
The three made their way through the compound, sometimes stopping to bark orders or to look over inventory. The three men washed the blood off themselves and finished the rest of the trip. Once they were in Taijo's office, the man lit another cigarette and sat at his desk. After taking one long drag, he gestured for the other two men to sit.
"Thought you said you were going to kill him," Daisuke said, taking a seat on the leather couch.
Taijo rolled his eyes, "I changed my fuck mind. What's it to you?"
"Mareo was rather happy to be there," Kagero muttered, crossing his arms.
"Oh, Kagero, please do keep drooling on in that piss-poor, whiny voice of yours," Taijo said, leaning back in his chair.
"You let him have too much privilege," Kagero began, "Mareo's basically a child-like sadist on a sugar high. He's going to get cocky or overdo something if you don't control him better. Plus, it doesn't help you're sleeping with him."
"What's wrong with that? Taijo asked, getting a look of disapproval from the white-haired man. Taijo smirked, "You know every time you bring my pet up, you just convince me that you're upset you are not my main bitch anymore?"
Kagero rolled his eyes, muttering, "Why do you always choose the crazy ones to fuck?"
"They're more fun to play with," Taijo chirped.
"I'd like to get back on topic," Kagero said, "Because we still hadn't talked about the heroes or police yet."
"Ug, what about them?" Taijo asked, with a look of boredom on his face.
"Well, have you taken any precaution to make sure our new location isn't found?" Kagero asked, "Your traps are getting sloppy, Taijo. And for the sake of us all, I hope you've done the work needed to keep us in the shadows."
"I've done plenty," Taijo mutters, getting up to pace, "If there is one thing I've learned, it's how to hide, so don't you worry about that. Right now, the heroes aren't at the top of my list of concerns. And the shadows? I don't know, they've kinda been lame. That's why the prospect of our future partners is appealing, to say the least."
"You haven't even gone to the meeting yet," Daisuke said, "You so sure these morons will take?"
"Trust me, they'll take. And if not, well, we all know how persuasive I can't be," Taijo said, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Just then, Daisuke muttered very quietly under his breath, "Yeah, Edge Lord's a great example of that."
Most people wouldn't have heard it, but Taijo ears could catch the quietest worlds, like a falcon snatching a mouse.
"What was that?" Taijo asked, slowing turning around, walking over to the other man until he was standing over top of him. Daisuke's face fell and lost some of the colors drained, but he maintained his cool.
"What did you say?" Tajo asked again.
"Do you have to do this now?" Kagero asked. Taijo shook his head and looked kept looking at Daisuke. It was clear that he wasn't going to repeat himself, but he would talk one way or another.
Finally, the red-haired man said, "Dabi needs to be taken out. He's a bitchy little backstabbing traitor, we can't have running around."
Behind him, Taijo could hear Kagero sigh and assumed the white-haired man rolled his eyes.
"Now isn't the time to be talking about Da-"
"Shut the hell up, Kagero!" Taijo snapped, looking back at the other for a moment. Taijo closed his eyes, and after a second, his anger subsided, and his smile returned a he looked back at the man on the couch.
"Daisuke," Taijo said, "How many times do I have to tell your dumbass, that we still need the bitch? Hm? How many times do I have to tell you that? I swear your brain must be full of empty space because you never seem to get it."
"Why do we need him, though? What are you waiting for?" Daisuke asked testing waters he knew were dangerous "Think he's gonna change his mind and come crawling. Guess that be good for you cause then you'd have one of you fuck toys back."
"Daisuke," Kagero hissed, "Stop it, you're being pathetic."
"Now, Kagero," Taijo said, turning back to him, walking away from Daisuke, "That's a bit harsh. We all friends here, aren't we?"
"I don't think you know what that word means," Kagero mutters.
"Oh, come on," Taijo said. The two men looked at each other for a moment, and Taijo quickly reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a stun pod, and threw it at Daisuke's chest, shocking the man where he sat.
The red-head let out a scream of pain before the electricity stopped, and he blacked out from the pain.
"Did you have to do that?" Kagero asked.
"Shouldn't have opened his damn mouth."
"He is still breathing?"
Taijo glanced back at Daisuke and saw his chest rising and falling and gave a quick nod.
"He'll be pissed when he wakes up," Kagero groaned, "I'll deal with him. Shouldn't you get going?"
"What are you?" Taijo asked, "My whore, mother?"
"Just go get ready for your meeting Taijo," Kagero said.
"Yeah, whatever."
XXX
When he got home, Taijo got dressed in the navy shirt and blue suit coat and dress pants Mareo had laid out for him. He also took his gun and stun pod out and put them in the inside pocket of the nex jacket. Once he was changed, Taijo also saw that the other man was dressed for later that night. Mareo had put on his slightly oversize hot pink sweater with the little white skulls on it that fell off one of his shoulders, and he had on cut off shorts that went six inches above the knee, with fishnet tights underneath.
"Sir?" Mareo asked, "Can I bring brass knuckles, or is it too much with the outfit?"
"You can put on whatever you like, darling," Taijo said, putting two fingers under Mareo's chin so the other man could see his face. The short of the two flashed a smile and ran off to get his brass knuckles.
After Mareo was all dolled up, they waited outside for the car to arrive. Taijo noticed his pet jumping up and down as he told him a story about some beating or other his pet had seen.
Taijo let Mareo come in the car, but the brown-haired man was told that he had to wait there while his meeting was going.
"But, Sir!" Mareo whined, "I wanna come!"
"I'm already taking you out tonight," Taijo said, "What more do you want from me?"
Mareo huffed and crossed his arm, turning away from Taijo in a pout. Taijo rolled his eyes as he watched his pet sulk and tried to ignore him. After a minute, Taijo put his hand on the top of Mareo's knee and said, "Darling, this isn't a funny meeting. No one's getting the skulls caved in. You'll be bored out of your beautiful little mind."
Mareo let out a 'hmph' and still wouldn't look at him, and then Taijo said, "Darling, if all goes well, then we have an excellent chance of being able to have some fun again. Like we did back when we met. Don't you want that?"
Taijo saw Mareo pick up at that and turned to look at him. "Really? We could have fun like that again if these people team up with us?"
"You bet," Taijo said, "You could punch and stab to your pretty little heart's content, maybe even get to go after heroes like you've been begging for. And I could get Shynah to finally shut the hell up and get off my ass."
At the mention of his sister, Taijo noticed his pet frown and asked, "What is it?"
"Your sister is so boring and awful," Mareo ground, "She never wants to have any fun. When she kills, she always does the same thing over and over again. Whenever I try to do something new, she just knocks me away or takes my toys. And she makes fun of my outfits too. Sir, I don't have friends anymore, not since Magma died. I'm lonely, and your sister doesn't help."
"Well, what would you like me to do about it?" Taijo said, humoring his pet.
"You could let me take her out," Mareo said rather excitedly, clasping his hands together, "Oh, please, Sir! She's dead weight, and she never listens! Sir, I'll be so good at doing it, and it will be like she was never there."
Taijo shook his head, "Darling, Shynah is still important, and her power is helpful."
Mareo whined and slouched back in his seat while crossed his arm. Taijo sighed and said, "I can't do much with the friends' bit, but the next time Shynah slips up, I'll let you have some fun. Maybe use that new toy I got you to break a couple of her bones?"
"You mean it, Sir?"
"You can't kill her, and you have to be good, darling," Taijo responded, "But, yes, really."
Mareo giggled and threw his arms around Taijo and rested his on the navy-hired man's chest. After a moment, Taijo felt Mareo's hand pat the area of his jacket where his inside pocket would be.
"I thought I made you more stun pods, Sir," Mareo said, "Did you use one?"
"Yeah, I used one on Daisuke," Taijo said, wrapping an arm around Mareo's back and lighting a cigarette.
"Why?" the smaller man asked, "What the moron say?"
"Oh, he was trying to say I'm don't good at my job and trying to convince me to whack off Dabi."
At the mention of Dabi, Mareo said, "You still like him better than I don't you, Sir?"
"Yes."
"Why?" Mareo asked, "Why is he still your favorite? I'm good, aren't I, Sir? Why is the trader your favorite when I've been nothing but loyal and good?"
"Because he just is, darling," Taijo explained, "I'm not going to get rid of you, though, so don't worry about it, okay?"
Mareo pouted but still nodded. Soon enough, the driver informed them that they had arrived at the location. Taijo pushed Mareo off him and got out of the car. He had the drive roll the window down and lead his head in and said, "You be good while I'm gone okay, darling?"
"Yes, Sir," Mareo said, "Give 'em hell."
"I'll do my best," Taijo said, stepping back. With that, the car drove off, and he turned around to see that man he was waiting for. "Grain," Taijo said, "How are you?"
"Fine," he said, "Glad you decided to come after all."
"You kidding me," Taijo said, "Won't miss this for the world."
It was then Taijo noticed that there was someone else there. It was a girl with blonde hair pulled back into two messy buns. Her eyes were yellow, and her pupils reminded Taijo of cats'. She was dressed in what looked to be a school uniform and an oversized catagen.
"And who's this?" Taijo asked, turning all his attention towards the girl.
"I'm Toga!" this girl chirped, "Are you here because of Mr. Stainy too?"
"Well, part of the reason," Taijo said. He looked back to Grain, "So are we going or what?"
"Well, not yet," Grain said.
"Why not?" Taijo asked, "You said we'd get to meet with this Shigaraki guy today."
"I never said that," Grain said, "But I rest assured that you will get to meet him. I just have to confirm that you are the type of person he wants. Once that's done, I'll bring you back here in a couple weeks if you both still want in."
"Grain are you telling me that you called me to come half-way across the prefecture, just to hear you tell me something you could have told me in a phone call?"
"Yeah," Toga said, "Though we were going to meet people today."
"Listen," Grain said, "Things change. But I promise that you will meet Shigaraki when the time is right. I just need to make sure that it is still what you want."
"Oh, yes!" Toga said, "If working with these people means I get to be like Mr. Stainy, then yes!"
"As long as I get what you promised Grain, then I'm still in," Taijo said.
"Wonderful."
There was a bit more talking and planning. Taijo was half tempted to shoot Grain in the foot for making him come all that way here for almost nothing, but he didn't when the broker left Taijo turned to Toga. By the way, she talked and acted, she seemed like someone his pet would enjoy the company of. So he said, "So kid."
"Hm?"
"You got any plans?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, you see my pet, and I are going out tonight," Taijo began, "And I think you two would hit off. You have nowhere else to go, right?"
"I guess I don't," she said.
"Well, then by all means."
Taijo lead Toga to the restaurant that Mareo was waiting for him at. Taijo spotted his pet waiting outside, playing with his dagger with the bedazzled handle. When he noticed Taijo, his face broke into a grin and ran to him and jumped into the navy-haired man's arms and wrapped his legs around his waist. Onlookers stared at the two of them as Tajio crashed their lips together roughly. It didn't matter that they were in the middle of a busy area, Taijo didn't care, and neither did his pet.
"Did you have a good meeting, Sir?" Mareo asked.
"Not really," Taijo muttered, putting the smaller man down, "But I'll tell you later."
It was just then that Mareo saw Toga and asked, "Who she?"
"I'm Himiko Toga," the blonde girl said, "Nice to meet you, I like your dagger."
Mareo smiled and said, "Thanks, I got last year as a birthday gift. Wanna see?"
"Can I?!"
Mareo handed the dagger off to Toga, who was partially buzzing to hold it. "It's so pretty!" she said, "None of mine are this nice."
"Oh, this is nothing," Mareo said, "So should see the ones I have in my room. I have this triple-bladed knife with a pearl handle. Ah, it's just so, pretty."
"Ain't triple-blade knife against the Geneva Convention?"
"Yep!"
The two kept talking as the group went into the restaurant. Taijo listens to the go on and on for an hour, smiling at his pet's joy. When their meal came, Mareo whispered to him, "Sir, can Toga come with us later?"
"If she wants," Taijo said. Mareo squealed with delight and turned to Toga and said, "We're going to the pier after this. There are some people down there who owe us a lot of money and haven't played it back. Would you like to come and play with us? You said you liked blood, didn't you?"
"I'd love to come!" Toga said, a gimmer of blood lust twinkling in her eyes.
XXX
Later that night, the three of them got back to Taijo place. Once again, that had Toga come along because Taijo found out she had nowhere to stay. So on coming home, Mareo let Toga sleep in his room, and he and Taijo went to wash up.
"Did I do good tonight, Sir?" Mareo asked, taking off his sweater.
"You did beautifully, darling," Taijo called from his place in the bathroom.
"Do see how I smashed that guy's head into the concrete after he called me a faggot?"
"I did," Taijo said, "I was ready to rip his heart from his chest with my talons, but you beat me to it."
He heard a giggle come from Mareo, and then "Sir, even if Toga joins up with that Shigaraki guy and we don't or the other way around, can I still hang out with her?"
"We'll see," Taijo said, "Do you like her?"
"Oh, yes!" Mareo said, "She's so much fun!"
Taijo walked back out into the bedroom to find Mareo sitting on the bed in his robe looking at his sweater, "I got more blood on it than I thought," he whined.
"Don't worry, darling," Taijo said, "I have someone take it to the cleaner in the morning."
Mareo nodded, tossing the sweater to the side and scrunching over so Taijo could lay next to him. Once he was settled into bed, Taijo lit a cigarette and closed his eyes. Mareo rested his head on his chest and traced his hands over Taijo's tattooed torso.
"Sir?"
"Yes, darling?"
"I was just thinking. You said you went to Dabi's place after the raid on the south building, yes?"
"I did."
"Did you tell him about what Endeavor was really covering up?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because pet," Taijo muttered. "It's just a rumor. Plus, if it true, how fun would it be to watch Dabi fall apart when he finds out?"
XXX
Sora looked at the chest in front of her. She knew what was in it. She knew she needed what was in it. But still, she couldn't open it. Etsuko was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. Silently watching her in case something happens.
"It's just a chest," Etsuko said.
"I know."
"No one will die if you open it."
"I know."
"Then open the damn chest, Sora."
Sora sighed, she was acting stupid. It was just a chest. Slowly she reached for the clasps. After unlocking it, she pushed it open. Inside with all her old weapons and tools. Her guns, her crossbow, her blades, and all the ammo that went with them. There were also all the gadgets Tex had made her back in the day.
She looked back to Etsuko and asked, "What should I grab? I don't think I need much training, right?"
"Grab the grappling armband, the eyepiece, and maybe a few numbing darts and knife," Etsuko said, "Start the kid out easy."
Sora nodded, quickly grabbing the thing she needed and shut the chest again. Once she put it on, she turned to Etsuko and said, "Well, let's do this."
Sora held out her hand and whistled. Threw the open window, Dumpling came flying in. The falcon landed on her arm, and at the sight of her mistress, she let out a happy screech.
"You ready to case after a crazy teenage boy?" Sora asked.
Dumpling cocked her head to the side as if she was intrigued by what Sora had just said. The black-haired woman smiled, moving Dumpling to her shoulder and followed Etsuko out the door.
When they got down to the salon, Sora saw the oldest and youngest Yukitomo there waiting for her. Naoko was fusing over Shoto hair, and the fact he'd cut it, and Kei was smiling from her spot at her station.
"I had to cut it, "Shoto whined, "It was so long that villain could have grabbed me by in and used it against me."
"That doesn't mean you do this to it!" the stylist cried.
"It's not that bad," Shoto said, as Naoko turned his head to the side to examine more.
"Oh, I know that," she said, "But it's just so average. You could have at least done something like an undercut."
"Maybe next time."
"Enough fussing over his hair," Sora said, "I still haven't seen the boy."
Shoto turned his head and smiled at her. Sora walked over and hugged the teen, half-terrified to find out he was almost taller than her now. She let him go, messed up his hair, and asked, "How are you doing, kid?"
"I'm okay," he said, carefully reaching out a hand to pet Dumpling's head. The bird closed her eyes as if she was starving for pets. Sora laughed.
"So, you've gotten to the point where Dabi can't teach you anymore, huh?"
"Excuse me," the raven-haired man said.
"Come on," Sora said, ignoring the man, "Let's get to work."
They walked to the top floor of the building, which was an open area with concrete floors and a set of stairs on either side that of the room that led up to a second-floor area that looked over the place.
"Does your parole officer know this is here?" Dabi asked.
"He knows it's here," Etsuko said.
"We just haven't told him what it's for," Sora finished.
Shoto stood in the middle of the room and looked up before asking, "So what are we going to do?"
"Well," Sora said, "Catch."
She threw his small knife towards the white hair teen, who panicked when he saw it and made an ice wall.
"Trusting your Quirk is not a bad thing," Sora said, "But it can't be the only thing you do."
Shoto looked at her, "You're a good fighter, probably going to be better than your brother someday."
"Hey, now," Dabi said.
"But if you're nothing but a one-trick pony, you'll find yourself dead. So we're doing to show how to fight the old fashioned way," she said, "With your fists and random shit you can find. So go grab something to swing at me."
"You sure that the most effective teaching method?" Shoto asked
"It's how I learn to fight, and I'm still here."
"Fair enough."
"I'm also going to show how to get out of traps and such without your Quirk too. Think you're ready for it?"
Shoto was quiet for a moment, then nodded.
Sora turned to look at Dabi, "If you think I was hard on you, wait till you see what I put him threw."
Okay so again this chapter wasn't my best. I mae a mistake and I'm sorry. I promise the next one will be better. If you ever want to reach out to me my Tumblrs are love-hello-i-m-reagan or whydoesfireburn. I hope you guys have a wonderufl day and in you enjoyed let me know!
