Akuma Lancaster

When I woke up the next morning, my father was standing outside of my door telling me to get ready for the day. That we were going to explore Musutafu together, which I thought was weird. It made me question though if my father was really changing into the father that I had wanted or if it was just my desperate heart wanting his attention. I put my mental guard up and got out of bed. I was polite to him, telling him that I was going to get ready. There was that small part of me that was excited to be hanging out with my father but then there was that logical brain kicking in, telling me about last nights events. My father was going to take me to see someone today. The probable cause of us moving to a new country and the reason why my father had found a new leader that wasn't my grandfather.

Maybe they had a falling out. I thought to myself. It could have been true since grandfather was undoubtedly cruel to my father. One time in their arguing, my father screamed at my grandfather that he really did love my mother. It made me question again if he had really loved her then why did he murder her in cold blood?

Focus, Akuma.

God, I hate my name.

A curse given by my father and not only that but it was a boy's name. That was another thing that had made me nervous, I was wanting to apart of UA, the best superhero school in Japan. Would they make fun of me? Judge me for how I look before I even knew them? The thought made my stomach twist into knots. I already had so much to think about, this shouldn't be the next thing to be worrying about. Instead of being lost in my mind, I got dressed into comfortable clothes and got my phone from my nightstand and grabbed my headphones from my backpack. Nothing will be better then to listen to music while I am on a walk with my father to meet this person that he wanted me to meet.

I walked out of my room with one headphone in my ear while the other one dangled next to it. My father was standing in his room looking down at the phone. He looked like he was deep in thought, his hair was pulled back from his face. His blue eyes glancing up at me. He put his phone in his pocket and gave me a small smile. What really sucked is that I never trusted him. After the pain he had caused me, the abuse he had done, all the chaos that happened in our lives, I started to leave the life that I used to live and lied to him several times. I don't know why he never punished me for the things I didn't do for the family. I don't know why we had moved to Japan either. Nothing made sense but he continued to be crude to me.

Yet, my heart still wanted his attention. There had to be a reason why he was saving me from my grandfather's wrath. Apart of me thought that he was going to be changing into a better man but then again, my heart was screaming at me not to believe him. I shouldn't trust him either, not after what had happened.

I slipped my hand in my pocket and turned up the volume on my heavy metal music, wanting these anxious thoughts to go away.

"You ready, Akuma?" He asked with his gentle voice. I nod, telling myself over and over not to trust him. He did this to me before, he was nice to me only to hurt me. I learned to never trust him again. Here he is doing it again but this time I knew what he was doing. As my father and I left the apartment complex, we walked outside and for once in my life, I felt joy. Here I am with the sun beaming down at me. There was a new place in front of me. Sure it was scary but it was also very exciting. I didn't know anyone here and as far as I know, there weren't family here either. I was finally allowed to be free here without worrying about family watching over me and breathing down my neck.

"There are rules here, Akuma. For instance, we cannot use our quirks in public. We both do not have licenses to become heroes. Yet."

When he said yet, my heart had leaped.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. We walked down the street, me looking around at everything and absorbing the beautiful new culture that I was around. There were so many different people and none of them knew me. Just knowing that brought happiness to my heart.

"You will see, Darling."

Within that split second, happiness began to leave my body. The last time he had called me Darling,he had hurt me. I never realized that I had taken a step away from him until he had said something. My father sighed, putting his hands into his white jeans.

"Akuma. I don't want to hurt you anymore. There is so much..." His voice trailed off. I looked at my father as we walked, he had looked defeated. He didn't know what to tell me. We were so far apart that I didn't even want to call him father. I wanted to give him a second chance, I wanted him to be a father to me again but I couldn't trust him. I had anxiety from him, depression, I couldn't even be in a room full of people without shutting down.

"What?" I asked, a bit harsher then anticipated.

"I can't explain everything. I just..."

"You can start by telling me what really happened to my mom." I snapped. Again, I felt like crying. My heart suddenly broke and I was overtaken by emotions again. My father stopped and put his hand on my shoulder. I stopped, tightening my fists so tight that the nails had started to dig into my palms.

"Where do you think we are going?" He asked.

What about his "Master"?

"What are you talking about?" I asked. I didn't want to look at him. My gut told me that he was lying to me but my heart was screaming with joy.

"Your mother is alive and well, we are going to go and see her."