Around two days had gone by since the rank ceremony. That day had been filled with many surprises, from sudden preparations to gazes colliding. It was a dream for some but a nightmare for one.
Bakugou had been dragged towards his new duties, attending Endeavor in meetings while also informing about them to Todoroki in the dark. Meanwhile, Momo had been given a different task, very unusual for her usually busy life in the mansion, and that was to just relax... The master of the house had placed the general duties to Mina until the masquerade had passed. It was a time of celebration and recognition of salvation and hard work, or so Endeavor had said to Momo the day after the ceremony.
It was very strange manner for such a harsh man...
As for Uraraka, that nightmare and her encounter with it still stirred inside her brain, leaving her in a state of slight panic every time she saw a shadow or a peek of red. It was so much, that she had remained far from Bakugou until the fear disappeared. But someone didn't let it go away so easily...
A blonde head, a curvy figure adorned in royal robes and a red gaze frantically and repeatedly looked around the room, trying to control the anger that fired in the depths of her gut.
Mitsuki still couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty when she met that girl's gaze. It was as if she knew everything about her... and that was a threat she wouldn't bare, specially from a girl who is daughter of a scheming witch.
She wouldn't let anything come in between her and her desire to keep that woman suffering.
"Mitsuki… you seem uneasy..."
The woman stopped in her place, crossing her arms and furrowing her eyebrows. "Why yes I am, Tomura."
"For what-?"
"I didn't know the wish of bad luck upon the grand witch meant that I had to suffer the burden of seeing the daughter!"
A dark mist formed from thin air and shifted into a larger figure. Blue-grey hair and hands covering it's features and body. "For some clauses are not controlled or provided by the lawyer but of pure coincidence... Which is all that this is..."
The woman gritted her teeth and turned around to look at the humanoid creature. "I completed the clauses, Tomura, and yet I still don't see enough results! You are the one to grant wishes and control the patterns, which is the cause of all this madness and not of coincidence!"
The creature approached the angry woman, staring at her from between his fingers. "Well, Mistress, yours is but one of many wishes I grant... and some deserve more than others..." a small smirk grew from his lips. "Specially when the sacrifice is of flesh, bone... and power...."
Mitsuki kept her anger high, and before she could launch at the man she stopped herself and thought of the reasons for his words. "You speak of Enji… He has bid the sacrifice you deem proper... He has lost the morality of the bloodline, hasn't he?"
"Just like yourself, Mitsuki... but his was a more selfless sacrifice, yours still had a barrier..."
The woman glared at Tomura, comprehending his purpose. "And the sacrifice he has made will lead to something greater... for you..."
Tomura laughed. "You are of pure intelligence, Mistress! Puppets need a master, which means I am only doing my job!"
"For a personal goal! Talk about selfish and you will appear... "
"Don't act so innocent now... You wish of not only the witch's doom but also of Endeavor... For he has granted you the suffering you endure now-"
Mitsuki looked away, diverting the conversation towards another topic. "So, will you help me make that little witch disappear or not?"
"Such thing was not part of our deal, Mitsuki… I already granted your wish..."
"Tomura… you can't let her find her parents! It will be the death of me!"
The creature dissipated into thin air, hissing at the woman and giving a smirk. "Well, I hope that your funeral is as viscious as yourself... Now farewell!"
"Wait-!" she watched as Tomura disappeared, leaving her in her wrath. "Agh! You can go to hell Tomura!"
Mitsuki paced back and forth again, pushing and throwing the books and glass jars in her room. Once she finished, She stood in front of her mess and smirked.
"Fine... I'll handle things myself!"
As another day dusked, Uraraka kept her pace and mind busy with as much work as possible. The events still floated in her mind, questioning and planning on what her next move would be.
She couldn't tell Bakugou or Momo just yet, for they could lash out and expose the plans, Uraraka thought. As much as she wanted to trust them, many things would have to be done by her hand, despite certain parental ties. If Kirishima could be called upon, he would also have been of great help...
But without her powers it all seemed to be impossible. Being a human felt like a curse... which made her start to regret her sacrifice... Doubt started to cloud her mind
What did I do? Was it all worth it? Was it worth losing my powers and my parents...? Could be possible that I'm... starting to resent Bakugou?
Uraraka tightened her fists and shook her head, trying to pry away all the negative thoughts, because non of it could reverse things to how they were. She felt the guilt eat up her chest. Between her parents and Bakugou it all was too complicated.
How long until I find them...? How much more will I have to sacrifice...? How-
"Miss!"
The maid turned around as she walked upon the hall towards the grand room. Behind her a woman who seemed familiar, with yellow eyes and a large grin, stood. It was the girl who had complimented her eyes a few days prior and Uraraka had to admit that she kind of scared her. "Y-Yes?"
"I have some orders sent by the master for you to clean the library! It must be done immediately!"
Uraraka nodded. "O-of course! I'll be right at it!"
The maid went by as quickly as possible, making her way through the halls and past the other maid. The other followed Uraraka with her yellow gaze, the grin turning into a smirk.
Uraraka stopped in front of a pair of wooden doors with elaborate carvings on them, the cart of supplies in front of her. She was slowly mending with her façade, falling in the mindset of the worker and forgetting her purpose in the mansion.
It was alarming to say the least.
She knocked on the door, waiting for a reply and receiving non in time. With that, she opened the doors slightly, hearing them creak with every movement. The doors opened slowly, revealing a small room composed of two small floors, full of conjoined wooden bookcases with tapestry on the top, a set of antique chairs with a small table in the middle, wooden floors and all the books you could imagine. Uraraka couldn't contain her awe at the place, it was something out of a dream.
But she didn't notice the small pieces of ceramic laying down in different areas of the floor.
She entered the library with her cleaning cart, looking around at every detail over and over again. Uraraka left her cart to the side when her gaze met a distinctive language on the side of a brown and torn book. She recognized the language from her mother's teachings and other books in her cabin. From what she could decipher, she discovered that the book was about magical history, which made her really curious.
Uraraka approached the bookshelf, her gaze still centered on that specific book, and traced the edges of the words written on it.
It looks just like the one my mother had...
She grabbed the book, opening it and looking through the pages, her eyes widening with familiarity. It looked exactly like her mother's book. Uraraka frantically searched through the book, stopping abruptly at one page with particular writing. Her eyes scanned the words... Her heart stopping for a moment...
"This is my mother's book..."
"Indeed it is, little witch..."
Uraraka turned around, everything going in slow motion. Her gaze met another who's viciousness was inevitable, pearl white teeth and blonde spiky hair... The maid let the book drop right in front of her.
"What's wrong, little witch? Why the shocked face?"
Uraraka stepped back, unsure of what to say or do in the situation. "Red gaze..."
The woman approached the maid with a heavy step, the trail of her dress following behind her. "Excuse you?"
The maid blinked back to reality, grabbing the book from the floor and keeping her gaze on it, her body on high alert. "How... do you know this is my mother's book?"
"It is a keepsake..." Her smirk shined in the moonlight melting through the windows. "A very special keepsake..."
Uraraka dropped her shock, her gaze lifting and meeting the woman's, a new type of fire burning inside her. "You know of my parents... Where are they?"
The woman stopped her pace right in front of Uraraka. "Suffering in the depths of hell where they deserve to be, Uraraka…"
The room somehow turned warmer.
"Where. Are. They...?"
"You think I would tell a powerless witch like yourself... Besides, it was you who opened the door to their suffering with that little wish you made..."
The golden rims glowed brighter as Uraraka launched at the woman's neck, but her attack was held back by the woman's strong hand.
"Let me go, you-!"
"You what?"
Uraraka tried to set herself free but found that it was deemed impossible. A rememberance of that dreadful nightmare came back to mind as she met the woman's gaze again. "You beast... You tried to kill your own child..."
This time, the woman was the one with the shocked gaze. "H-How do you know of such a thing-?!"
Uraraka freed herself from the woman's grasp, the smirk now on her lips. "Your white gown was a bloody mess... a knife in your hand... a baby boy in your arms!"
"You can't know of that! You are as insane as your mother!" The woman frantically looked around, landing on the necklace on Uraraka's neck. "Give me that!"
Before she could reach the necklace, Uraraka dodged the woman's grasp and ran for the doors, budging on them but finding that they wouldn't open. Behind her, the woman grasped on her uniform and pulled her back, making her fall. Uraraka pulled herself backwards until her back hit a bookcase.
"That necklace is mine, little wench!"
"No! That belonged to Bakugou's mother-!" Uraraka's breaths felt raspy, grabbing on to the necklace and realizing something she had doubted before. Her gaze scanned over every feature in the woman, matching it with someone very particular. "And you are his mother... You almost tried to kill him! You monster!"
The woman stumbled backwards, her grip on reality and her emotions vanishing with every step. "How do you know of that..?"
"The same eyes... The same features... The same curse words..." Uraraka's smirk widened. "The only difference being that he has a heart where you don't!"
The woman gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms and drawing out blood. "He is a monster unleashed into this world and he deserves to pay-!"
"Pay for your doing?! You selfish whore! Leaving a helpless child behind for your own good! Living in this mansion like a hideaway!" Uraraka stood, something besides her shook. "He will know of everything... He will know of what you've done to my parents and make you pay!"
The woman trembled in anger and calling upon an unknown name to . "No you wont! Toga!"
Uraraka ran for the door once more, this time a figure jumped from the second floor of the room and pushed her towards a wall. A shiny metal knife was plunged into the wall besides the maid, landing inches from her nose.
The vase that once shook, stopped.
The woman approached the maid, pinned by her beloved servant and smirked. "Thank you Toga... You have captured my new subject... Now give me her necklace!"
Uraraka saw another blonde reflection and yellow eyes in the knife, feeling foolish for trusting a task she wasn't actually asked to do. She peeked sideways at the frantic woman, struggling with the harshness of her position. "He will wonder why I'm gone and search for me at every corner! He will know of everything!"
The woman stopped Toga from approaching her neck. "Hmm... You are right little witch..." She came close to whisper in the maid's ear. "And if he finds out... then your parents will be tortured to death... by my hand..."
"I will kill you with my bare hands if you do anything to them!"
"Then I won't."
Both Toga and Uraraka stared with slight confusion at the woman's sudden change.
The servant looked wide-eyed at her master. "But Mistress-?"
"Let her go, Toga..."
Toga hesitated for a second but soon loosend her grip on the maid. Uraraka looked at the Mistress with anger.
"Why-agh!"
Once again, The Mistress pulled on Uraraka's -now- longer hair, leaning in to her ear and whispering. "I'm letting you go... for now. Know that if you do speak a word of this to that beast your parents will be blessed by death from my own hands... and you will follow after them to heaven... Toga will be watching your every move from now on so don't get too carried away..."
"Is this your warning?" Uraraka spoke between her gritted teeth.
"No," The woman let go of her hair, leaving a spot of crimson blood on the nape of Uraraka's neck, and smirked. "This is a threat... Toga?"
"Yes Mistress?" Toga smiled widely.
"Escort our guest to the maid's quarters... She will need her beauty sleep..." The woman's crimson gaze met Uraraka's golden one.
Toga nodded towards the Mistress and then shifted her body towards the maid, her smile faltering and pulling Uraraka by her arm. Behind them, Mitsuki watched in delight, turning around to retrieve the fallen book to the bookcase.
"Wait..." Uraraka spoke before going through the doors.
The Mistress turned around, book in hand, to look at Uraraka's distant gaze. "Yes?"
"If you are his Mother... Then who is his father?"
Mitsuki's eyes widened in sudden anger, raising a finger towards the door. "G-Get out!"
Without another word, Toga pulled Uraraka out of the library with harshness, leaving Mitsuki to her demise.
The vase that once shook exploded suddenly behind the Mistress. She jumped from the sound, looking at the pieces mixing with the floor.
"How...?" her eyes landed on the doors to the library, a cold feeling going down her back. "It can't be..."