Black Phoenix

Author's Note: There's a reason this fic is rated M for mature… Just saying.

Chapter 4: First Appearance

~ Rook to E5, checked King. White moves Knight to D7, leaving Queen open for checkmate.

Good Game. ~

"It's a very cryptic message… What exactly does it mean?" Overhaul asked waving the letter out. "You made me send someone out to check the damn P.O box so you may as well spill the contents."

"It's a special code Ace and I concocted for intercommunication." Izumi explained pacing back and forth across the table of firearms. She paused, picked up a glock at random and admired its smooth silver surface. "Rook to E5, checked King… Ace sold out League information and has terminated his employment with Tomura…" She set the glock down, and picked up the ruger that lay next to it. "White moves Knight to D7, the Hero Public Safety Commission has selected a hero to take on my case. Which probably means they're turning their main focus to Tomura as he's currently the bigger threat as far as they know." She nodded her head in approval at her choice, and picked up two rugers, loading their clips up as she's been instructed moments before. "The Queen is open for checkmate… The hero they've assigned to me is a formidable opponent and one that won't easily be taken down. We're looking at the top ten quality; Edgeshot, Best Jeanist… maybe even Mirko."

"I see… and this ending bit?" He tapped the page, watching her set the headphones over her ears and take a proper stance with the ruger.

"Good Game? It means he's wishing me luck and is expecting me to give him a good show. He's what the Americans would call a rubbernecker… he loves a spectacle." The rapid fire of bullets let out an explosive sound as Izumi emptied her clip into a paper dummy. She made a face noticing that none of her shots hit anywhere near where she'd been aiming. "Damn... it's not as easy as it looks."

"You're aiming too high." Overhaul set the letter down and stepped closer to her. She glanced back as he reloaded the clip for her and handed it back. He then gently adjusted her stance with just the gentle touch of his gloved fingers. "It has a hard kickback which will affect the trajectory of your shot. For this distance you want to aim just below your targeted area. That way when your shot jerks upright it'll be on target, at least until you get used to holding it firm."

"I've never really been a gun person." She pouted. "I have more fun killing someone with my bare hands."

"Your objective isn't to kill but to inflict." He reminded her, holding up the injection bullet. "If you want to be the face of my product, then you need to properly display its effects."

"I know, I just have to get used to it. So that means practice, practice, practice…" she wiggled her limbs a little to loosen up then took aim again. The next sets of rounds were better, hitting two center shots then a scatter of outer ones.

"Slow it down. Until you're more comfortable with the gun in your hand, take your time getting the rounds out." He schooled, and lounged back on the wall to watch. His eye skimmed down, admiring her form. Was she really only sixteen?

"Woot! Now that's more like it!" Izumi pumped her fist as she hit three dead center in a row.

Oh yeah, Overhaul thought as he rubbed his temple, definitely still a teenager.

"We've collected the boxes and cases from the locations you provided. Our next step would be to get you a suitable costume and then get you acquainted with the other Yakuza clans in order to build up your reputation. It'll help spread some rumors and get word out to the black market of your enterprise."

"I'll take a hard pass. The idea is to keep me isolated from the Yakuza. So I'm better off making their acquaintance from outside the perimeter." She changed out the clip with two quick snaps. "As for getting word out, I know exactly who to go to. He's got the most connections and can get word to the right ears who will listen and pass on the messages."

"How is that any different from you taking control of my operation? This is MY plan and I won't just hand it over to-"

"Oh would you relax? I'm not here to steal your thunder, just organize it and keep it from falling apart." She grabbed the second gun, deciding to practice a dual wield. The scatter of shots hit the target but all on the outside rim. She frowned and after reloading the clips adjusted her stance. "Give me two of your members, preferably ones that are off the radar. Think of them as my babysitters; they'll be keeping an eye on me and make sure I don't step out of line. You can even have them report back to you on the moves I'm taking so you're kept constantly in the loop."

"It's like you've got everything figured out." He said off with a sneer. "Just how long have you been thinking about these adjustments?"

"Oh…" she fired off shots in tandem, smirking as the bullets got closer and closer to their mark. "Pretty much since you told me the plan."

"I'm starting to wonder if I can trust you…"

"You'd be a fool to trust me…" she told him outright, and smirked over her shoulder. "...but an even bigger fool for not taking my advice."

"So I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't…" he sighed, casting his eyes to the heavens. "Fine, but I want constant updates on your progress. I expect you to check in with me as often as possible."

"Alright then." She smiled wickedly and nailed the last four shots without even looking at the target; two in the head and two in the heart. "It's a date."

~Black Market District: A Few Days Later~

Giran opened the door to his office, his usual half-burnt cigarette caught between his teeth. In his free hand he carried a briefcase full of potential League prospects, and a package for a new client tucked under his arm.

Shigaraki Tomura was becoming more and more demanding with his requests, but he was being paid well so he had no real complaints. He'd do his job, get the man his figures and information then kick back whistling.

"Now then…" he closed the door behind him and set the items on the coffee table. "Time to give the new client a- HARRUMPH!"

Rappa came out of the shadows snagging the guy by the scruff.

"Have a care with him Rappa, we don't want to kill him." Tengu warned the ruffian.

"Shut up! You're not the boss of me!" Rappa shouted at Tengu.

"No, but I am…" Izumi's voice came from behind the office desk. "So habe a care, Rappa. I need him alive." Giran choked and his cigarette fell from his lips as Izumi spun around in his chair. "For now anyway."

"K-Karma?"

"Hello Giran, please heave a seat." She motioned to the guest chair. Giran choked as Rappa muscled him down into it.

"Where did you… how did you… you're alive?"

"Am I not supposed to be?" She raised a curious brow.

"Well there were rumors being spread that you got kidnapped and killed by a rival gang." He eyed the two thugs speculatively.

"Wrong and deeply insulting." She lounged back further and kicked up her boots. "I was liberated, cured, and enlightened."

"Oh, well then I'm sure Shigaraki will be delighted to hear that." He laughed nervously.

"Don't patronize me, I know for a fact that Tomura never believed I was dead. In fact I bet he's anxious to find me and finish the job himself… or at least punish me greatly for my betrayal."

"You do know the man well…" he swallowed hard.

"Apparently not well enough." She scowled and irritably tapped her fingers on the arms of the chair.

"Well uh…" Giran cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. "How can I help you?"

"There are a few things I need from you. The first is I'm here to pick up my order."

"Your…" he glanced over at the table where he'd set the package. Tengu picked it up and brought it over to the desk. "K. M. Izumi… I should have known."

"You certainly made the time crunch…" she opened the package and smiled wickedly at the contents. She lifted up the smooth black material and pressed it to her cheek. "Mmmm hello gorgeous."

"I made sure Lon followed your instructions explicitly. The mask has been modified with a vocal changer, and night vision lenses." He told her as she lifted the mask from the box. "It's a different design than your previous costumes. Less regal and more street thug."

"Well I'm no longer a queen so I should dress according to my station right?" She set the items back down. "On another matter I'm here to discuss my plans for my reentry into the villain world. I need your advice and connections. Naturally you'll be paid for both."

"I'm all ears." He relaxed now, the sense of danger ebbing as they got down to business.

"I need you to help me set up an event that will spread interest in my new products."

"Products?" He knew the term well. "When did you join the drug scene?"

"Since the man who liberated me introduced me to all the possibilities it had to offer." She leaned forward on her hands smirking. "Interested?"

"Immensely… go on." He leaned forward in his chair.

"I need a proxy crew, a group that is well known, but low on the totem pole. Maybe a street gang looking for a golden opportunity."

"I've got a few prospects in mind. What is the job?"

"A bank robbery in Kyoto…"

"Why Kyoto? Isn't that Hawks' territory?"

"Precisely…" she smirked and his breath whooshed out on a laugh.

"You want a bunch of nobody thugs to win against the current number one hero?"

"Oh I don't expect them to win…" she laughed herself and used her quirk to pull him in by his tie. Giran's nerves went back on high alert as the look in Izumi's eyes turned sadistic. "I expect them to make a scene."

~Later~

"You're back a lot sooner than I expected." Overhaul stepped into the gym and leaned back on a wall as he watched Izumi train. She'd tied her hair back in a ponytail to keep it out of her face. Those huge green eyes were intensely focused on her "opponent" while she beat the ever loving crap out of it. "I take it the meeting with Giran went well."

"It did…" she said through panting breaths. "I'm surprised Tengu and Rappa didn't give you the details."

"I'd rather get them from you. I sent those losers to babysit you but I still expect you to make your own reports as you technically work for me now." He crossed his arms.

"Good point." She made a roundhouse kick, the sandbag swinging out then right back into her fist. "The event is to take place next week at 7pm, just before the bank closes for the evening. Out of the choices Giran gave me, I chose to recruit a team called The Reservoir Dogs. They are young, but they're a relatively strong group of four that's managed to gain attention due to the fact they run in the hometown of some real D-list heroes. I've got their personal info and details on the heists they've pulled off. A lot of small time kid stuff, nothing special which is a surprise to me. You'd think with a group that size they could come up with something more creative than robbing the occasional mini market. I don't know if they're just stupid or cowardly, but I plan to make full use of them."

"Sounds promising…" he scratches his cheek idly. "So say this plan of yours works, and word gets around about the drug. How do you plan to distribute the product? Most clients prefer to deal face to face, and in cash."

"I thought of that," She stopped the bag and wiped sweat from her chin. "Thanks to Rappa, I've figured out a location where I can do my dealings, and add a little extra cash in the process.."

"Oh?" Chisaki raised a curious brow. "Rappa huh? Don't tell me you'll be selling my drugs at the underground fight club."

"Sure, why not?" She sent him a wicked grin. " From what I hear a lot of the big time drug underlords hang out there and place bets. If Rappa can get me in I'll be able to deal with these guys directly instead of going through a middle man. Plus if I become a high roller, I'll get the V.I.P treatment which means even deeper pockets."

"You're a bit too young to gamble, Karma. They may be an underground facility, but they still follow certain rules to avoid detection from heroes. Even if Rappa gets you in, you won't be able to place any bets." He informed her.

"Now who said anything about gambling." She tossed her ponytail over her shoulder with a smirk, her fist glowig with her quirk and she pummelled it right through the center of the bag til it came out the otherside.

"Ah, I see…" intrigued Overhaul pushed off the wall and took off his jacket. He hung it neatly over a bar and strutted her while adjusting his gloves. "In that case… let's make sure you're up for the challenge."

"Challenge?" Izumi raised a brow and laughed. "Rappa told me all of the fighters there were small fry."

"They're small fry to Rappa… if you'd seen the man fight, then you'd know why he was the undefeated champion of MMA." He pointed a finger in her face. "You, on the other hand, have yet to really prove your capability in straightforward combat."

"Excuse me?" They circled each other, Izumi's hands on her hips. "Did you forget I was the winner of the U.A. Sports fest? Not to mention I've killed pros like Endeavor, and dangerous criminals like Stain and Muscular single handedly! Not to mention I took on All for One alone and held my own. So I think I can handle myself just fine."

"The majority of your victims were killed either by you outsmarting them or catching your opponent off 've also been out of commission for several days and you're out of practice." He called her out, smirking behind his mask. "I want to be sure you can handle yourself."

"Strange that you're choosing to spar with me yourself." She adjusted her own gloves, making a tight fist. "Aren't you afraid to get dirty?"

"Unfortunately, sometimes you need to get a little dirty to get your point across." He shrugged it off. "Real MMA fighters use their quirks, but I'm calling a no quirk use rule for this quick little bout. Tough opponents won't give you the opportunity to think let alone use your quirk unless you make time for yourself with real physical skill. So..." He held his hand up and motioned her towards him. "... show me your skill."

"Alright then…" Izumi put up her fists, and gave a cocky grin. "You asked for it."

She leapt at him, rushing with her fist at the ready. In an instant she was in front of him, ready to make her strike… but then the world seemed to revolve as she felt her body somersault and landed squarely on her back.

"OOF!" She gasped for air, staring up at him a little dumbfounded. He dusted off his hands, looking calm and a bit bored.

"Is that all you got, Queen of Villains?"

"Oooh bad move…" she spread her legs whipping around to get up on her feet. "Now you've got me curious." Her grin spread wide and she sent a quick flurry of punches and kicks. His reflexes were amazing, as was his flexibility. She'd pegged him for a more hands off fighter, using his quirk more than his body. Yet he was agilely ducking and weaving through her attacks, forcing her to focus more on his movements than her own.

He caught her hand, the limb singing with pain as he pulled her forward and popped her shoulder out of the socket with one hard thrust of his palm.

"FUCK!" She backed off holding her shoulder and now limp arm. "Shit where the hell did you learn to move like that?"

"Trade secret." He motioned her forward again. This time she hesitated, keeping only one arm up as she circled him cautiously. She did a quick feint, using her legs to send a high kick. He jerked back, catching her ankle as it came up to face view. He eyed her in this split position, a brow raising as that familiar heat stir rose up in his belly again.

… how annoying.

"You're such a filthy woman." He changed his grip forcing her leg to twist and she hobbled. She attempted to kick her other leg up but he caught that too. "Why do you insist on putting me in these awkward positions?"

Izumi fell on her back, wincing as her shoulder sang with pain. He was nearly as fast as Mirio, she thought with awe, staring at him from between her legs. She'd taken on the future symbol of peace while still in school, and had adjusted to his dizzying speed after a time. However it would seem Chisaki had been right. She was out of practice when it came to hand to hand combat. She just didn't realize how much out.

"Well damn."

"Do you concede?" He questioned with a raised brow. 0

"Yeah, yeah… you made your point!" She grunted as she lifted up and slammed herself to the ground to pop her shoulder back into place. "MMMMMPH! Damn it… now I gotta come up with another base for my plan."

"Actually I was wrong…" He dropped her legs, and pulled out his cleansing cloth and wiped his hands clean. "You are strong enough for fight club."

"Say what?" She slowly sat up scowling at him.

"You move well, and were able to keep up with me for a time. On top of that you're physically stronger than I anticipated. If you'd actually managed to hit me I'd have been knocked out cold. Especially if you used your quirk."

"Are you mocking me, Overhaul?" She crossed her arms and pouted at him.

"No…" He dropped the cloth over her head. "I'm just being honest."

"So is that it?" She yanked the cloth off and got to her feet. "You'll let me join the Fight Club?"

"If you feel that place is beneficial to the plan, then I'll take your word for it. I'll send Rappa and Tengu down so you can keep sparring and practicing. Once he's beaten you to the point you can't function I'll have Tengu bring you up so I can heal you. Practice your fighting and weaponry as much as you can before the main event."

"Okay, I can do that…" Giving into impulse she called out to him again. "Hey, Overhaul." She walked to him, and covered herself in her quirk before hugging him. "Thanks for the lesson.

"Stop it!" He wriggled in response trying to shove her off.

"Oh come on! You're already dirty…" She giggled and maneuvered around him, pressing her body tight to him in a more seductive manner. "You can let yourself indulge just a little more before cleansing yourself." She reached up for his mask, her eyes half closed as she got ready to kiss him.

"I said knock it off!" he shoved her away with a hard push. Izumi stumbled back into the wall with a wince. "I've had enough of your irritating flirtation and seduction. The same tricks you used on Shigaraki won't work on me. I'm not interested in partaking in some psychopath's leftovers."

"Ouch… harsh…" She rubbed her sore shoulder. "What's your problem? You clearly enjoyed it the last time I came onto you, so why are you holding back now?"

"Listen, you foolish child." He snagged her chin firmly. "I have sexual needs the same as any other, but unlike most men the very idea of touching a human let alone partaking in any kind of sexual escapade makes my skin crawl."

"Yet you keep finding ways to touch and get close to me." She grabbed his hand and took his glove off with her teeth. He started to jerk away but she squeezed his wrist. "Come on, Kai…" She placed the hand on her breast, and let out a gentle moan as she felt him squeeze it in automatic reaction.

"Stop it!" He warned, but didn't remove his hand, the squish sensation of her mound intriguing him some. "I don't want to do this with you."

"Liar…" she giggled and sighed arching her back into his palm. "Come on, don't be scared." She nuzzled her face along the beak of his mask. "Touch me… feel me…" She repeated the same process as before with his other hand, the glove hanging from her teeth as she laid both his hands on intimate parts of her body, letting him feel their heat. "Play with me."

Overhaul watched her with wide eyes. His brain started to overheat, his skin blotching out with hives as the situation stressed him to the max. Yet he couldn't seem to pull away. Instead he had the insane urge to rip away the fabric under his hand, and find the flesh hiding underneath.

"Filthy…" he whispered and shook his head. "My thoughts are filthy. I need to bathe…" he hissed out a breath, and looked into the aroused eyes of the girl in front of him. "... and you're coming with me."

Izumi let out a laughing gasp as he picked her up and hefted her over his shoulder. He carried her down the halls, ignoring the shocked looks and comments from those they passed. He kicked open the door of his room, dropped her down unceremoniously on the floor and yanked off his mask and tie.

"Get undressed, quickly!" He yanked her up by the arm when she was taking too close and she gripped the hem of her shirt, the pieces of fabric fading away.

"Aww man! I liked that top-whoa!" Her breath whooshed out as he hoisted her up again, she hadn't realized it til now, but the guy had some real impressive muscle mass hiding under that suit. He dropped her into the shower, and she stumbled a bit trying not to fall and crack her head on the tile. He flipped the water on and she let out a squeal as it came out freezing cold to start. "Hey!"

"It'll warm up…" he stepped in, clothes and all, and trapped her between the wall and himself. "If we're doing this… we're doing it my way."

"Guess I can't com- MMMMPH!" She gasped as his mouth crushed hers in a furious kiss. Her hands gripped the back of his wet shirt, the white soaked and becoming see through to show off those hidden muscles. A quick touch of his fingers had his own clothes vanishing and all that was left was hot skin against hot skin.

He did as she'd offered; he touched her, and felt her tremble and bow from his curious and possessive grip. He'd never felt like this before, so stirred up and hungry for something other than food. Her skin, free of scars and deformities thanks to him, was soft and warm and pliable in his hands. She felt like wet clay that he could mold into any shape he wanted. Her mouth was eager, their tongues tangling together in what he was sure was a cesspool of germs. At the moment however all he could focus on was the taste of her; that rich and savory flavor that had just an underlying sweetness.

"Kai…" She called him by his given name. It was a name he'd discarded for personal reasons… but on her lips, whispered in that low and needy tone… it was like the word of god.

"Izumi…" He moaned back. He wasn't sure what to do next, but unable to let go of that heat just yet he pleaded with her. "Help me."

Izumi heard the plea, and pulled back just a little to admire him. His face was so different from the callous and cruel bravado he put on. There was something inside of him, she realized, something dark and diseased that needed to be purified.

"As you wish…" she wrapped herself around him, climbing his firm and steady body, then lowering down until he was sheathed inside her.

Lights exploded in his head as the electrifying sensation of first time sex struck Overhaul at his core. He let out a low deep growl and gripped her tight holding her in place. They moved together, slowly, testingly. The sensations threatened to overwhelm him, and yet he craved more of her.

He called her name out again, and little by little increased his thrusts. He got a steady rhythm, felt the heat inside her build and build around him. She squeezed around him, a tight wet fist that hit every pleasure spot. Faster… He needed to go faster! More... He wanted more!

"Izumi!" He cried out her name, and thrust harder, more wildly. Her moans and cries of passion echoed inside the shower walls and just added to his thrill. He felt like he was about to explode!

"Oh god!" Izumi cried out, feeling her own crest start to pitch. He was so much more well endowed than Dabi and Shigaraki, and it made up for any lack of skill or experience on his part. He hit all the right places, driving deep and hard just the way she liked it. She heard him let out a sound that resembled a lion's roar. His hands gripped her hips hard and gave one final shove before releasing himself inside her.

She came too, a spill of hot fluids that made him shudder and lose all strength in his legs. He pressed her back into the wall, and then slid down to his knees, just holding onto her for dear life.

"What have you done?" He panted in her ear, finding he couldn't bring himself to let go of her just yet. "What the fuck have you done to me, woman?"

"What does it look like?" She spoke breathlessly and stroked her fingers through his wet hair. She gave him a soft warm kiss, and a smile that was full of affection, and just a little wicked. "I've cured you."

~Ask Briry~

Briry: …. What are you looking at me for? I've got nothing to say!

Next Chapter: Fight Club Initiation