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Now, let's get into this chapter! But, as always!
WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES/MENTIONS/IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING: CANNIBALISM, EXTREME GORE, BULLYING, ABUSE, BRUTAL DEATH, HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION, AND HEAVY BLOODSHED.
IF ANY OF THESE THINGS BOTHER YOU, TURN BACK NOW!
IF THE WARNING DOES NOT APPLY TO YOU...
THIS STORY IS A FAN-BASED FICTION
I OWN NEITHER MY HERO ACADEMIA NOR DEMON SLAYER/KIMETSU NO YAIBA
ALL I OWN ARE MY OCS
[Vol 2 – 2: Revelations – Part 2]
In a quiet, suburban home, three people sat at a dinner table. The first one sat at the front, back facing the window as they held their chopsticks with a smile, lifting a dumpling up to their mouth. Their tannish brown skin covered in black polka-dots being one of their most notable features. They were a woman, with long black hair travelling down to the ends of their back; wearing a white shirt and brown pants.
The second person was a little girl with light brown hair, who sat opposite the woman, that being her mother. She was no older than five, with a bright smile on her face. She had a small plate of carrots and rice seeing as that was the only thing she could willingly eat. She was wearing kids sized summer dress and her favourite Mt. Lady slippers.
The third and final person was a man, his hair short and greying. He was the elder of the family, and his son—the woman's ex-husband—who had died of a stroke two years back was not here, so he filled the empty space in the family's life per the wife's request. He was wearing a plaid red and green shirt, as well as a pair of off-white shorts. He raised a pair of chopsticks to his mouth before silently slurping back some noodles.
"Mama, when is Onii-chan coming home?" The little girl asked as the mother sighed.
"I don't know, sweetheart. You know he likes going out late with his friends. He could be gone till the sun comes up." As the mother said that, the little girl pouted, poking at her rice with her chopsticks. The older man shook his head, swallowing the food in his mouth.
"He's a disgrace," the old man grumbled, earning a glare from the woman.
"Jiji! Take that back! Onii-chan isn't… isn't a…. whatever you just called him! I don't know what it means, but it sounds rude!" The little girl said as the old man scoffed.
"He's a drug addict, Tami-chan. You wouldn't know what that means anyway. Your brother has fallen down a slippery slope, and as far as I am concerned, he is no grandson of mine. Not until he cleans up his act."
"That is quite enough out of you, Oto-san! You know he's not taking the death of his father very well! You would be the same if it was the other way around!" The mother practically shouted as the old man shook his head, staring down at his food.
"We can argue about this all we want. It does not change my stance. Until that boy cleans up and gets his act together, I want nothing to do with him," the older man said, continuing to eat his food. Just as he was about to put another helping of noodles into his mouth, the sound of the door closing echoed throughout the house. "Speak of the devil…."
Everyone turned to watch as a hooded figure walked up the stairs, still wearing the same thing that he had worn since he left, that being a black hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants. The little sister jumped out of her chair and ran towards the hooded figure, embracing him with a tight hug around the legs. "Onii-chan! You're home! Jiji keeps insulting you! I don't like it! Tell him he's wrong!"
There was nothing but silence from the figure, his head lowered and out of sight from the family. The little girl backed away slightly, the uncomfortable silence drawing on just that much longer. "Onii-chan…? Is everything alright?"
The older brother placed a hand on the little girl's shoulder, his head raising to meet her eyes. The little girl gasped, trying to back away, but to no avail. Both the older man and the mother jumped out of their chairs upon seeing the boy's face. His expression was blank, his eyes were green and orange, and his skin was a pukish green.
Something was wrong with Ito, and nobody knew what it was that was causing it. Although he didn't seem to be ill, his appearance made that out to be an entirely different case.
"Ito! What happened to you!"
The mother's question went ignored as Ito placed another hand on the little girl's opposite shoulder. His grip was ironclad, and no matter how hard the little girl tried to move away, or to get him to let go, Ito's hold on her never wavered. "Onii-chan! You're hurting me! L-Let go!" The little girl cried out, only for a gleam to appear in the sickly teen's eyes.
It was a dangerous, predatory glare. One that someone would see in a wolf when staring down a sheep, or a deer, or anything else for that matter. "Oi! Brat, your mother's talking to you! Answer her! What the hell happened to—"
There was no hesitation. There was no moment of consideration. Nothing was stopping Ito from doing what he did next. His maw opened, revealing his sharp, canine-like teeth. The little girl screamed, but it was all for naught as Ito bit down on the little girl's forehead, tearing out a chunk of flesh from the girl's head, and pinning her to the floor as she screamed in pain.
There was a scream of horror from the mother, and with that scream the woman rushed toward her daughter, slamming a foot into Ito's face, knocking him off of the little girl as he growled. When the mother looked down at the girl, she choked back a horrified gasp mixed with a sob.
Her face had been eaten off, her eyes ripped out, and nothing more than a skull remained from where her face had been. She was dead, nothing more, and nothing less. The mother could do nothing but look down in horror, riddled with shock and anger, so much so that she didn't see Ito stand up and rush her, grabbing her by the throat, a gagging sound coming from the woman as she stared at Ito—no, the monster that Ito had become.
She started kicking his body as he lifted her high up toward the ceiling, but as she kicked, she felt her body become weaker, her movements became slower, and her ability to breathe become nothing but a fair-out dream. And then, with a flick of Ito's wrist, he snapped her neck, dropping her to the floor. Ito scanned the area, trying to find where the old man had gone, but to no avail.
Unbeknownst to him, the old man was creeping up behind him, fear and rage in his eyes as he brandished a butcher's knife. When the old man got within lunging distance, he did just that, lunging toward Ito with a shout of rage. Ito whipped his head around, eyes widening for a split second as the force and weight of the old man's body sent the monster to the ground.
Now on top of Ito, the old man started repeatedly stabbing Ito in the face over and over again. "YOU MONSTER! YOU BASTARD! YOU WORTHLESS WASTE OF OXYGEN! DIE! DIE! DIE!" The old man shouted as tears came to his eyes. "YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER, YOU KILLED MY GRANDDAUGHTER! YOU'RE A DISGRACE TO THE FAMILY NAME! YOU SHOULD'VE NEVER BEEN BOR—"
The old man's incoherent, rage-filled ranting was stopped when he gasped. He looked down to see an arm coated in red energy stab through his body, right through his chest as blood spilled out of his mouth. The knife fell out of the old man's hands, the blade coated with blood. He stared at Ito's face, eyes widening as the stab wounds that had littered every inch of his head slowly sealed.
"I don't know…." Ito began as he slowly stood up, the old man coughing with each of Ito's movements. "How I did that… It happened on instinct…." Ito continued as he smirked. "That… wasn't my Quirk… that much I know…." As Ito spoke, he drew out his arm from the old man's chest, the old man crumpling over and falling flat on his face, his eyes glazed over, blood running down his mouth as Ito stared down at his limp, lifeless body.
"Whatever… I don't care about that… right now… I'm…. HUNGRY!" Ito howled, maw opening once more as he started digging into the old man's corpse, devouring every last inch of the man's head.
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"Hello, welcome to Mcdonald's, may I take your order?" Izuku Midoriya asked as he stood behind a counter, cash register to his right and drink dispenser to his left. He was wearing a red uniform with the company logo on his right breast pocket. For legwear, he was wearing a pair of black jeans held up by a basic black belt. To top it all off, he was wearing a black hat with, yet again, the company logo on the front of the hat.
In front of him was a girl his age, her light brown hair styled in a bob cut, and an indefinite pink hue on her cheeks. She had a light tan to her skin, but that was about it. She was wearing a light red jacket and a dark grey skirt with black stalkings. He couldn't see the rest, due to the counter blocking his view.
"Ah! Sorry, I was spacing out… uh… I'd like a Tsumiki Burger, a Medium Mcfry, and a… hmm… a medium Coca-Cola, please!" The girl asked as Izuku smiled your typical employee standard smile, and brought up her order.
"Your total comes to 820 Yen. Now, would you like it for here, or to go?" Izuku asked, keeping up his smile as the girl hummed.
"I'll take it to go!" The girl decided as Izuku nodded, stepping away from the cash register for a split second, then repeated the order back to the chefs, then returned to the counter. Izuku looked behind the girl, noticing no one was there, then sighed. He honestly hated doing customer service. It was beneath him, and he knew it. But, it was the only way that he could legally make money. He was already knee-deep in the villain business due to his status as the Hero Cannibal, and he wasn't even getting paid for it.
However, he was working on expanding his claim to fame, and now that he knew that he could turn people into Demons with his blood, he had spent all of last night mulling over some ideas for what he could do using this new power. Key of which being if he could use his blood to resurrect the dead.
He'd be lying if he had said that the idea of him bringing back Natsumi didn't excite him. However, he also had other priorities. If he was going to become The Demon King of Japan, he was going to need a branching network. He needed sources, people who he could trust. So basically, subordinates. However, that was difficult, seeing as he was living in an apartment. And with the Tsukauchi's being JUST around the corner, well, that made his life ten times more difficult.
He was moving with a collar around his neck. Any wrong move and the police would know HE'S the Hero Cannibal. He needed some sort of way to move without being limited. Better yet, he needed some sort of way to move without having to deal with becoming a bigger target. He was already living as Muzan Kibutsuji, what with Izuku Midoriya being labelled missing and wanted for potentially being the reason behind Inko Midoriya's death, but that was neither here nor there.
And sure, while he could have Ito, the first Demon he ever created, do something about the Tsukauchi's, he had other things in mind for them. So for now, he wasn't going to pester the newly created Demon. Besides, it wouldn't help him any, at least not yet.
Truly, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
"Hey, uh… hello?" The voice of the girl snapped him out of his thoughts as she looked at him with a confused expression. "I'm sorry, you just looked… spaced out. I was trying to ask you if I've ever seen you before," the girl said as Izuku raised an eyebrow.
"I don't recall ever seeing you before, ma'am, if that's what you're asking."
As Izuku replied, the girl nodded. "No, it's just… you look about my age, yet I've never seen you at the middle school before," the girl said as Izuku's eyebrow raised. Right, he forgot. Now that he was living under the name Muzan Kibutsuji, he could actually go back to school. So long as he kept up the appearance, he'd be able to do just that. Sure, it was JUST a hair colour change, as well as a name change, but it was seemingly enough to get the police off of his back.
"Oh, I just moved to this area not too long ago. I'd say… about a week ago?" Izuku lied. He had been living in the area for far longer. Well, if you called living sitting and festering in an alleyway after the building he had been squatting in got torn down. He had moved into the apartment about 1 year ago and had been working at this specific Mcdonald's location for the same amount of time. If he was being honest, he simply just didn't have the time nor the want to be at school.
But… if he wanted to add more to whatever potential alibi he might need in the future in case someone did suspect him to be the Hero Cannibal, for whatever reason they might've had…. "I just haven't found the time to enroll in the school…." Izuku said, shrugging his shoulders as a bag was brought to him. He then opened the bag to do a check, nodded to himself, then passed the girl her food. "Your order, ma'am."
The girl took it with a smile. "Thank you, uh…. Oh… how do I pronounce that name…. Ki.. boot… sogee?" The girl squinted, reading his name tag as Izuku smiled half-heartedly.
"It's Kibutsuji, not GEE as in Oh geez, but JEE as in jeans. Don't ask me why my parents had that strange last name, they just did," Izuku said as the girl nodded.
"Ah, well, thank you, Kibutsuji-san! Have a good day! I hope to see you at school tomorrow!" The girl said as she left the Mcdonald's. Izuku sighed, looking over at the clock. It was almost time for his lunch break, and with that, he let out a rather exasperated sigh. He really didn't like this job. But, on the bright side, he now met someone within the local area around his age that wasn't Mikan Tsukauchi.
And then, an idea came to his head.
A small smile formed on his face. The smile wasn't that of someone who was happy. No. It would be more appropriate to describe it as a predatory smile. One belonging to someone who had negative, vile intentions.
Izuku turned around and walked away to the break room.
He had to do some thinking.
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Ochako Uraraka was what most would call a rather basic girl, with the rather lofty goal of becoming a hero, which that in itself was a rather basic thing for a girl her age to want to do. It was because of her rather basic goals that most people overlooked her, and with her Quirk being considered "mediocre" compared to some of the others in her school, not many people paid that much attention to her.
She had a couple of friends, but she only talked to them at school. Why? Well, it was no secret that Ochako was embarrassed at being poor. Most everyone knew it to be the case, and it made her self-conscious. Hell, most of her food came from the Mcdonald's across the street from the school because her Babysitting job didn't pay enough.
She was only barely able to afford rent every month, on top of affording just enough food to survive. That was on top of school hammering down on top of her as the school year came to a close. Her parents offered for her to move back into the house with them, but Ochako refused. She didn't want to burden them with having to spend any more money than they really had to.
Was it borderline stupid for her to do that? In her opinion, not so much. Ochako wanted her parents to live the lives they wanted. And to do that, she was going to become a hero. She had been training her Quirk in secret, trying to build up the weight she could lift without hurling, as well as the duration.
Gravity was a rather useful Quirk, and she originally had planned to help her parents out with their construction company. However, her mother and her father both told her to just be a kid, and to live her life without having to worry. Yet, Ochako knew that wouldn't be possible. Whenever she did try to do that, she just ended up feeling guilty.
And so, that was why she moved out and into her apartment. Her landlords were cruel, though. They expected her to pay every note and every coin by the time it was due, otherwise, they'd evict her. It honestly got on her nerves.
Another thing that got on her nerves, but for other reasons, was what had been reported on the news. Apparently, the Hero Cannibal, someone who by the sounds of things ate and killed heroes, was no longer just the Hero Cannibal. A family was found in uptown Musutafu devoured, limb from limb, leaving barely anything behind.
It made her sick to her stomach that a criminal such as that was praised online for their actions. Sick freaks like them made her stomach turn when articles of people being found partially consumed came about, only to find that there was no DNA evidence left behind of who did it. Not even a single drop of saliva, a splotch of mismatched blood.
It was almost as if the Hero Cannibal had no records of existing. Otherwise, he would've been caught by now.
But, that wasn't the only thing on her mind. No, the other thing that was on her mind was her money. Specifically, what she owed to certain people. Ochako was no stranger for taking out loans from sketchy loan sharks. Her dues were supposed to have been paid yesterday, and she barely had enough money to do that. In fact, she was short by a couple of thousand yen.
She let out a sigh, then shook her head. "Think about that after school, Ochako. There's no sense in getting caught up with stuff like that when you have a test after lunch," Ochako thought as she passed by an alleyway. Unfortunatly for her, she didn't notice the two street thugs get out of a black car and march toward her from behind.
In a matter of seconds, she found a hand wrapped around her mouth, and her hands grabbed with her wrists being restrained, on top of a pair of gloves being slapped over her hands, just so she couldn't use her Quirk. A piece of thin rope was tied around her wrists as she was dragged back to the car, kicking and screaming the entire way as her eyes widened with tears.
Her captors were large, muscular brutes wearing suits and had sunglasses over their eyes, the only thing noticeable about them being their tan skin, which was shared with most people in the country. She could see that they were both angry, and on top of that, no one was bothering to stop them, all minding their own business. She even recognized some of those people to be her classmates, all standing around with wide eyes, some even taking videos of the event.
"Stop moving you daft cunt!" One of them spat, getting saliva all over her face as she was thrown into the back of the car. The moment she got into the car, she was sandwiched between the two large men. The moment the doors closed, the car sped off as she struggled to get loose, only to get knocked in the back of the head so hard that she lurched forward and onto the floor of the small car. "The fuck did I just say!? Stop moving!"
She was met with a boot to the face right after that, which knocked her out cold. But just before she was, she could see the Mcdonald's employee she was just talking to stand by the entrance of the building, eyes wide as he had gotten into a stance as if he was about to run to get help.
And then, darkness.
-To Be Continued-
Yeah, I know, short chapter, in fact, it's the shortest one compared to even the first chapter! But I want to build up hype for the next one, that and I feel as if I do continue this chapter past that last part, the whole bit with Ochako would fall flat on its face. I don't have much else to say, other than I'll see you in the next chapter. Peace!
