Disclaimer, I do not own My hero academia
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Heaven's door, a stand from the anime JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. A miraculous ability that allows the user to transform anything whether it is living or nonliving into a book. The content within that book lists and explains everything about that person. Their way of living, how they came to be, what their favorite food is, their hobbies, love interest, everything is listed with 100 percent authenticity.
The user can then alter and change the contents by writing within the person effectively changing who that person is. If I use my ability on a person and see that their favorite food is pizza. I can change that from pizza to something random like tofu. The person will then believe that their favorite food isn't pizza, but tofu instead. Yes, a truly frightening ability indeed.
However, in this world, Heaven's door is not a stand. It does not materialize itself as a young boy who could only extend himself 5 meters.
Heaven's door is a quirk belonging solely to me. With only its power acting as my quirk not its manifestation as a stand. In a way that limits some of its versatility, but not by much.
Sitting on our kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal that tastes questionably funny. I deliberate on my situation.
I'm poor, my mother is a hooker/prostitute who suffers from hypersexuality, I was blessed with an overwhelmingly powerful quirk, I'm suicidal , and let's not forget that I am poor.
Looking to my left I see a kitchen knife on the counter that's been left there forgotten. Picking it up I stare at it, seemingly in a trance.
Easy, it would be so easy. The heart, liver, lung, brain, all I need is one. Just one little insertion in a vital area and I can go back to where I belong, go back to my beloved white.
Damn it, this sucks. As much as I would love to do that, I still have to help this woman out of her situation. Speaking of my sex-addict mother.
"Mother, why don't you have any clothes on." My voice was dead calm, but if one were to pay close attention, they would be able to hear the slight irritation in it.
It's 8 in the morning and here my mother is prancing around the house in the clothes that nature gave her. So I immediately sent her back to her room to put something on. Results are err, difficult to obtain.
Walking out of the room she had a black t-shirt 3 sizes too big that's obviously not hers, as well as a pair of lacy panties.
I gave her the deadliest stare I could muster. Although being only 3 years old it probably just seemed like I was pouting.
"You've been in there for 15 minutes and that is what you decided to wear."
"My gosh. When did my little Shirio become such a prude." She smiled at me with a playful look as she sat down across our little kitchen.
"I'm not a prude, I just believe that you should put a little more thought into your appearance."
" Oh, so you're saying I'm not thoughtful. I'll have you know Shirio that it took me some time to pick an outfit that was both pleasing for the eyes and comfortable enough for me to wear." she smiled at me playfully as she crossed her legs.
" Who exactly are you supposed to impress because it can't be me."
"I'm always supposed to impress my son. Believe it or not, what I'm doing does have a purpose. Your growing up already building an immunity to the opposite sex. It's quite a beneficial skill for you to have ya know. I don't want some random girl taking advantage of my precious Shirio just because he was weak to seeing a little skin and judging by your indifferent attitude I'd say it's working." She winked at me
"That's… You, err whatever." Damn it she's making sense. It goes to show there are numerous ways to raise a kid. It still doesn't help that she should try a little harder with her attire.
"Anyway, Shirio. It's about time I head to work, gotta pay those Bills you know."
"What? It's morning since when do you work in the morning." I question with a tilt of my head.
" I had a little admirer recently, some old guy whose wallet is fatter than his stomach, and he promised me a hefty delivery if I entertain him privately."Picking herself up my mother performed a full body stretch as she looked up at the ceiling staring at seemingly nothing with a hazy look in her eye.
"Uh, mom I understand you like what you do, but can't you pick anyone better. I mean there are a ton of rich guys out there who are at least close to your age. Selling your body to some old 60 something is pretty low even for you." At my remark my mother threw her head back in laughter.
"Oh, Shirio. Remember for me it is not just about the money(although that helps) it's also about the experience. These old fucks can look like literal dog shit, but they have experience wielding their tools compared to the younger men. That's why I usually stick to old geezers. They know there is more to pleasure than to just stick your dick into a hole and drive it in as hard and as fast as you can."
"Ok, ok, geez I get it. Too much info, but what am I supposed to do while you're gone. Don't tell me you're leaving me by myself again." Giving me a mischievous look. My mother stuck her tongue out at me.
"We both know you are a smart boy Shirio. Im not so stupid as to hold you to the same standard as other children. My motto is to live freely without regrets, I want you to live like that as well. After all, we only get one life, and all lives are not equal."
"..."
" Try not to think too hard about it. I'll see you at 8 pm. If you're hungry, there's food in the fridge from yesterday.
"Wait, you leave the house looking like that."
" Don't worry, I'm gonna get changed somewhere else. Can't have my son perving on his mother while she changes. Haha, see ya."
With that she left our apartment leaving with nothing, but the clothes on her back and her handbag laced with contents I'd rather not think about.
Unorthodox, loose, irresponsible, carefree. These are words that would describe my mother. Always act in the moment and hardly ever think of the future, and I'm supposed to fix that.
Oh my White, please help me.
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3 hours later
I am at a loss. What the hell do I do?
Walking around my poverty-stricken apartment. I'm trying my hardest to figure out what I'm going to do. My mother is far deeper in this rabbit hole than I thought, so getting her out of this life kinda seems like a pipe dream. Even if I somehow managed to give her a life of luxury im not sure she would even want it and would probably go back to this back alley neighborhood just to indulge in her sexual cravings. Uh, why is this so hard?
Ok, think Shirio. What do you have to do? How do you plan to make enough money that your mother doesn't have to spread her legs multiple times a day?
This is a fictional world, anything is possible. Acquiring enough money through somewhat devious means should be easy. I'd rather stay away from anything illegal. This isn't for me, but for my mother. I don't want to drag her into any type of trouble. I have a serious feeling that if I do something illegal no matter how hard I try, that shit will follow me, but…. No matter how hard I think, I just can't think of anything legal that a 3 year old can do to make some money.
It is not my intelligence that is the problem, it's my appearance. Nobody no matter how smart I am will take a 3 year old seriously all because of one thing, experience. I can be smarter than every single person in this damn city, but they will always hold one thing over my head which is experience in the real world, that's just the way of adults and that's why you always see political leaders as old and graying old man/woman, because they have experience and that is something I can't force.
DING DONG!
Wait what! We have had a doorbell all this time, since when. Clearly, I didn't give this place enough credit.
As for who's at the door. I seriously have no clue. My mother had had so many men in this apartment it's dizzying and there are many that come back for another round. I just try to sleep while they go at it.
DING, DING, DING, DING, DONG!
OK, that pisses me off. It's one of my pet peeves to aggressively knock or ring on a person's door. Call it one of my quirks. I'm gonna give them a piece of my mind.
"Obviously, if the door is not being answered then the person who lives there either doesn't want to see you, is busy, or is not here, go away!" I shouted from my spot on the couch
"Who is this I'm speaking to?"
"Option 1, now go away. "
Obviously, I know that's not going to send them away, but I'm bored and I have time today.
"Listen here, I don't know who you are, but I'm here because the tenant of this apartment is behind on their rent by 3 months. I suggest you let them know that if this isn't rectified within the week they will be evicted."
Hold up what. That… that can't be true. My mother may be a person addicted to pleasure, but she makes sure the things that enable her to keep indulging in pleasure are always maintained. The apartment for one is always paid for on time. It's one of her surprisingly many good points, she's very dutiful. And the more I think about it, the more I'm certain that this man is lying.
Completing abandoning our door-to-door talk I grab my trusty step stool, bring it near the door and start undoing the numerous locks. Now, normally this would be stupid. As a 3-year-old no matter how smart I am, I should never open a door for a stranger, but I have my quirk on my side. If he tries something I'll write some nasty things in his entry. That's a promise.
Undoing the last lock I open the door and am greeted by a late 20's to early 30's man. Slight belly, round-framed glasses, bushy indigo hair, and a demeanor, that just screams overworked. Judging by the man's facial expression he was surprised that I was so young. Yup, I've gotta nip that in the bud.
"All right let's get down to business. It does not matter that I'm young, it does not matter that I'm answering the door. Do not concern yourself with something that is not your business. You're here for one thing and one thing only, and that's to report that we're 3 months behind on the rent so please just give me the papers and let me go over them." I said so as politely as possible. Although I was simmering with anger underneath
The man, doubly shocked by my short and straight-to-the-point response, shakily handed me the eviction notice.
I tear the envelopes and go over the document and as I'm going over it I feel a vein throb in my forehead….
Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Breathe in, and out.
Looking at the man I give him a pleasant smile.
"May I ask if you are the landlord?" My smile is firmly in place as I ask kindly.
"Umm, no, no I'm his assistant. I was tasked with giving out these eviction notices to… uh, all the tenants who are overdue. How old ar-
"Irrelevant, I would like to say there has been a big mistake. That this is just some big misunderstanding and that you have the wrong person, but I've read the notice and my mother's name is clearly written on it. Now in my mind, I wholeheartedly believe that what this paper says isn't true, as I see my mother always has the payment ready, but my words don't matter to you, only what's on this paper does so I'm going to ask you something instead. Please write down the address of the Landlord so that my mother can plead her case about her situation to him."I gave one last smile as I had the envelope extended out to him so he could give me what I wanted.
…
…
"Your… err, very well spoken. The landlord always lists his address on the eviction notices as he is always willing to speak to tenants. I ah, really do hope it's a misunderstanding young man and I wish you the best of luck. Remember this needs to be settled before the end of the week." With his piece said the man walked off, but not before giving one last look in my direction.
Closing the door and putting the numerous locks back in place I take a deep breath. Looking at our couch I grab a pillow and scream.
"MMMHMMMM!" My adolescent scream is muffled by the pillow as I release my frustration. This is so not fair.
It's quite obvious what's happening. This landlord fellow is taking advantage of my mother and lying about the rent. I've seen my mom always have the payment ready. She is never late for rent. Uh, corrupted bastard. The question is what made him or her decide to pull this little stunt? Looking at the paper I see the address and as expected I have no idea where this place is.
I mean give me a break, I'm a child and I've almost never left this apartment building. Should have asked that assistant guy to give me instructions on where this place is. Well, too late now.
Hugging the pillow to my chest I deliberate.
Now I could just leave this for my mom and let her handle it, but I have a feeling that would only make things worse, not because my mother is brash, but if my instincts are correct then this landlord fellow is doing this because she is either a single woman or because she's quirkless. Either way, I should probably handle this. Guess I'm going on my first little adventure.
"Geez, can't wait." my sarcasm echoed across the room.
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30 minutes later
Ok, let's see here.
Water, checked.
Lunch, checked.
Sunglasses. checked.
Lion bookbag, checked
Other necessities that I'm too lazy to name, checked.
Yup, putting on sunglasses that are too big for me and were clearly designed for women I set out on my journey to give this landlord a piece of my mind. I'm not wearing anything special. Just a white t-shirt with khaki shorts that go well with my ALL-might-themed slippers. Mother got them for me because in her words she said I was cute.
Locking the door behind me I head out into the big wide world.
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45 minutes later
VROOOOOM. BEEEEP. TOOOOOT. WHIRRRRR.
"So yeah she was seriously just bragging. She said she really did kiss that man with a passion and I'm like, girl no way!"
" I already told you that Designer Inc will be meeting with us on Wednesday. I need a copy of those patents ASAP.
" Hello ma'am would you like to buy some girl scout cookies in hopes to raise enough money in order to support poor and starving animals in need."
VROOOOOM. BEEEEP. TOOOOOT. WHIRRRRR.
I, pant
Have, pant…pant
Seriously, pant…heave….pant…pant.
Miscalculated, pant…heave….pant…..pant..pant!
Stupid 3 year old body. Aren't toddlers supposed to be filled to the brim with adrenaline? It hasn't even been an hour yet and I'm already gasping for air. I have clearly overestimated my own limits.
Not only that, but my head is seriously ringing. I'm so used to the quiet of my own home besides the constant screams of ecstasy that all these loud noises are giving me a major headache. Yup, this sucks.
Leaning against the wall for support, I try to catch my breath. There is no way I'm going home. I already decided to talk to this stupid landlord, but my god where the hell is this guy? The streets are confusing, and the numerous voices are making my head ring. I think, I think,
Running over to a nearby alleyway I liberated the contents of my stomach as I painfully heaved. Yellow, brown, and green chunks disgustingly spewed from my stomach and they landed with a meaty thump.
Cough, cough,...errrr, Kaafff, cough.
Finally, after I finished my vomiting/coughing fit I walk over to the nearby alleyway wall, rest my book bag on the floor, and sit down as I catch my breath.
Damn it. This is not funny. I didn't just overestimate myself. I completely thought of myself as a different person. Or more like I thought of a different body. While I didn't expect my stamina to be like my old body. I at least thought it was capable of walking a measly hour. I guess I was far too sheltered considering I've only walked a couple of hundreds of feet every day. What should I do?
" Hey there, are you ok young man"
Groggily, bringing my head up I look up to see who addressed me. The voice sounded very deep and masculine. The man was dressed in a neat business suit and was carrying a silver briefcase. His hair was slick and proper and he had a look of concern on his face as he approached me.
"Stay back!" I immediately said. Im exhausted and my vision is spotted at the moment. Thank god I'm in the shade provided by the towering buildings right now and don't have to worry about the sun.
The man immediately stopped as he put the hand up that wasn't holding the briefcase in a placating manner.
" Hey there, I'm not here to hurt you I just wanna help."
Hah, help he says. Like I'm gonna believe that. There is absolutely no way someone would help me without some ulterior motive. Humans are selfish to the core only looking out for their own interest., but I'm not in the best shape right now so i'm just gonna take the bait, only a little of course.
" Why do you want to help some kid you see on the street?" to my question he smiled, a smile that seemed a bit weird to me.
" You seem pretty young, you can't be any older than 5 yet you speak quite well tell me ar-"
"Don't skip over my question. I'm in no mood to talk. Why are you approaching me?"
" Well, we live in a society where it is good to help others. You don't have to wear a fancy spandex in order to help someone who is so clearly in need."
" Fine, if you want to help then tell me where I can find this place." rummaging through my bookbag I pulled out a blank letter on which I wrote the landlord's address and tossed it to him making it land neatly at his feet. The man picked up the letter and read the address and I saw his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
" This is located in Hiroo young man. It is one of the more high-class residential areas in Shibuya. From where we are located it would take about 20 to 30 minutes by car or around an hour by train, but it looks like you were planning to walk there. That would take the average adult around 2 hours, but in your case, it puts it at 3 to 4 hours."
God damn it. I knew it would take a couple of hours, I'm not stupid. However, as I already stated, I severely underestimate my body. Finally catching my breath I stand up. I'm gonna have to rethink this plan of mine.
"Thank you for the instructions. I'll be going now. You can throw the paper away. I've already memorized the address." Picking myself up and grabbing my book bag, I plan to leave this alleyway and hopefully find another way of transportation.
" Can you wait just a moment, young man?"
Suddenly my body halted. Wait what! Impossible why, why did I just listen to this guy? I…. What… I listen to nobody but my mother. The words of a stranger can't, shouldn't sway me.
"I understand you need to go somewhere. If you want I could give you a ride to your destination. You'd be ok with that, right?
"I..er, I'm not supposed to talk to strangers" the man gave me a charming smile as he approached me slowly.
" Come now, I know I'm a stranger, but like I said heroes don't have to wear fancy spandex to help someone, and that's all I want to do, help. You can trust me, don't you think?"
That's right, I… I can trust him. He seems friendly enough. Perhaps he only has good intentions and I'm just being paranoid. Yes, perhaps he can help me.
"You… you'll just drop me off at the address right.`` His voice is so calming, so soothing. It's like a peaceful lullaby that I can listen to all day."
" Yes of course, is it alright if I come to you?"I nod my head almost drowsily
The man walked up to me slowly, a serene smile plastered on his face. Why was I so suspicious of him again? He seems like a good guy. He seems like he wouldn't even hurt a fly. I'm pretty mistrustful, but I can't be like that all the time. Just look at what trust is getting me, a free ride to my destination by a nice man.
Soon the man is only a few feet away from me as he rests a hand on my shoulder. His grip feels oddly comforting.
"See you look much more relaxed. Now then are you ready to go?" I slowly look up at him and realize just how tall he is. His imposing height should be threatening, but I just feel safe, his charming smile so alluring I just want to embr-
"HEAVENS DOOR!" Faster than I thought possible for this body my hand which glowed in ethereal gold slammed straight into the man's groin.
I saw his eyes go wide as he let loose a silent pained scream before he swiftly fell unconscious and his body unraveled into an effectively long stream of paper making sure he would be unable to move.
"Huff, puff….Gasp!"
Suddenly everything hit me like a freight train as my true mind and mannerisms returned to me.
Damn..,Huff, yoouuuu! I'm seeing red this, this filth. He just used his quirk on me.
Thankfully we're far enough in the back alley and hidden by the giant steel trash bin that nobody can really see us unless they're actually looking.
Who, who is this guy?
Yoshimura Tengu
Age 32
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Yoshimura was born in-
Don't care about that. Let's see here where is it
Page 27
During his youth, Yoshimura went on a camping-
Not interested, come on, where is it? This guy has a lot more pages than my mother does.
Page 207
During college as he got older, he grew to like calculus as he realized he was good with nu-
Stupid. Why is this so hard? Yohan always found the information he wanted so easily, hold on where the hell is the glossary? Let's backtrack. Page 7 no, 6, no, 5 not there, aha!
Page 3
Glossary
Aspirations, page 89
No, scroll down.
Assumptions no
Ascension, the hell, no. Uh, where the hell is Q.
Oh here it is
Qualms no
Quavers no
Quarries no
Quirk, no, wait yes, hah! Finally!
Let's see page 216 damn that's far.
Page 216.
Yoshimura Tengu
Quirk: Compelling Nautica
A supernatural ability Yoshimura was born with. This quirk allows Yoshimura to influence others with enhanced vocal persuasiveness. The Catch to his ability is that it can only be utilized in the form of a question that's relevant to the conversation at hand. The more questions the victims are subjected to, the stronger the hypnotism takes holds until the person is completely entranced by Yoshimura, turning them effectively into an obedient slave that will appreciate anything that Yoshimura does to them whether it be good or bad. The victim can't tell the difference.
This bastard!
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Uses
Yoshimura has used this ability throughout his life to get what he wants. But his most common use is to subject unsuspecting children as old as 13 to as young as 3 to have his way with them sexually and fulfilling his carnal desires which the children fulfill happily and gratefully. After he's had his way with them, he compels them with his quirk to always keep it a secret so that he can remain free of the consequences. He started this habit when he was 23 and has had intercourse with a total of 147 children, with him having repeated occurrences with 60 of them.
Other uses of this quirk, are thefts, manipulations of higher powers, stolen job opportunities, tax evasion, and-
I've…, I think I've read enough.
Letting go of the paper I rest my back against the wall as I hug my knees.
Why, why,why,why,why,why,why,why,why,why!
This is exactly the type of shit I hate, the type of shit I left. I hate humanity, I hate people, how they act on their selfish whims, whenever they get just a lack of power, I hate how they can never be straight-faced and always have some ulterior motive, I hate how they experience pleasure to another pain.
I hate how they are blinkered and dogmatic
How there so inconceivably vain and overconfident
How they're both morally and immorally hypocritical.
How they betray so easily.
They favor people with psychopathic traits, they are sexually attracted to people with dark personality traits, their potential trolls all throughout life, and they always view the minority as less than human I just, I just….
I JUST HATE LIFE AS A WHOLE!
Human beings made me hate life and it's why, it's why I just want to die.
And what makes it even worse? What makes it so painful is that I'm no exception.
Everything I've listed. Everything I've hated about humans has been done at least once. It's like humans were born to do evil just as much as they were born to do good.
Even now as I'm lamenting over my hatred for this stupid race I'm thinking of all the ways I can kill this guy.
HEAVENS DOOR is a quirk that can manipulate memories. All I have to do I write something as simple as 'Yoshimura will immediately walk to his home and commit suicide in the most painful way he can imagine. It would be so easy, but then I would be demeaning myself to everything I hate ,and yet what other option is there, to be 'good' and just report the man to the police, to let him live after he committed so many heinous atrocities. I hate that option too.
The thing about good and evil is that it is a spectrum that people are affected by more than they realize. Every day our choices are affected by whether we want to be good or evil and it reflects in our personality. Take a look at Deku. He wants to be a hero that wants to save anyone and everyone from danger. A truly selfless goal, that is until you realize that he's unintentionally wishing for people to be in danger in order to give himself a sense of self-satisfaction that he was able to 'help' someone. This isn't me bashing on our resident cinnamon roll or me being a hater.? This is just me providing an example of how good and evil can be intertwined.
How about Shigaraki, for all intents and purposes he can be described as 'evil', and yet what drove him to be like that? Familial abuse, ostracization, casual manipulations, and impulsive greed to return the pain that was dealt to him by society. Some can argue that's it not his fault he ended up this way, and others can argue that's it not his fault, but he had a choice and he chose to embrace the path of a villain, he chose to murder.
Good and Evil.
It is nothing more than a half and half spectrum. No matter which side you choose, you're both equally as right as you are wrong. There will be as many people who view my thinking as nothing more then the musing of a person who doesn't have the courage to choose, just as there will be many people who understand and sympathize with me, but I don't care for either.
You can never win, because no matter which side you choose you will be criticized one way or another and it's because of that that I already quit once. It's because of that that I never liked life, it's because of that, that I'm thinking of just killing myself right now and be done with it. I don't want to deal with this shit! I don't care for any of it! The only thing that's keeping me here is a promise, and I'm so close to breaking it.
I JUST WANT TO DIE!
I… I just want to die.
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3 hours later
I've been sitting here for… I don't even know how long, but the sun's still out and I've calmed down a bit.
The man next to me raveled back hours ago and he's still blissfully unaware thanks to the command I inputted.
" Yoshimura Tengu will sleep until the 3-year-old Sadako Shirio snaps his fingers."
I still can't stomach this man and haven't bothered to read the rest of his entry. I just don't care for it.
Sigh.
The goal. My goal. Looking up at the sky I see a lone crow standing over at the edge of the building. I'm so envious. He's so free, so unshackled, by the weight of life, free to do whatever he pleases without being judged.
I'm sure many people if they were to discover my suicidal thought would look down on me as being nothing, but cowardly. Someone who's just trying to run away from it all. And I am. What's the point of fighting a battle you know you can't win? If you were to be put up against a rhinoceros and try to fight it with nothing more than your bare hands, wouldn't you try to run away? Is that not cowardly?
'Those two situations are not the same.' I'm sure they would say, but they are. It's nothing more than the same concept applied to a different situation.
My eyes feel puffy from unscheduled tears. I still have to go visit this landlord guy. What did he say, it was located in Hiroo. 4 hours away. Yeah, nope. Luckily for me, I've got the perfect ride.
My hands once again shine gold. Allow me to show you the frightening power of heaven's doors.
Once again the man's body unfurled into a slew of papers as his entry is bare for me to read, but I'm not interested in reading. I'm interested in commanding.
"Yoshimura Tengu will listen to and obey anything and everything said and demanded by 3 year old Sadako Shirio. This command can only be activated when Shirio starts the sentence off with 'Shirio says'."
Soon his body returned to normal. Picking myself up and making sure I'm a safe distance away I snap my fingers
SNAP!
The man's awakening was a slow one, but he soon gathered himself and he stood up abruptly, no doubt remembering what happened. His face goes through numerous emotions before he settles on anger.
"YOU,GODDAMN BRA-
"Shirio says Don't speak."
Immediately he shut up. Immediately the man put his hand to his mouth in distress as he immediately started to make loud muffling noises.
"Shirio says sit down and don't move." The man, despite his obvious distress, sat down in full seiza on the hard concrete floor.
Now that he is immobilized I walked up to him and stared directly into his highly distressed eyes.
You know, you've made a grave error as you've picked the wrong wrong person to engage in your sick practices. Let me show you how grave an error it was
"Shirio says, choke yourself."
Immediately the man's arms grabbed his neck and used his thumbs to apply pressure to his esophagus.
5,6,7,8,9
"Shirio says, you can stop"
"KAFF, KAFF, AHEM, COUGH, COUGH, KHAKK, KHAKK!
The man lets lose a coughing fit as he tries to regain his breath.
Pretty soon. The man recovers as he looks at me with newfound fear. Yes fear, and just like the scumbag, I am. One of the very same reasons I just listed as to why I hate humans in the first place, I relish that look.
Yup, you really can't ever win.
I start to circle him, eyeing him like a predator would, only increasing his fear exponentially.
"So Yoshimura. I have to say you have quite a nasty little quirk. To be able to alter your victim's minds by only asking questions relevant to the topic of conversation is quite a frightening power indeed, but you didn't account for my quirk, and as we can both see I too have a mind-altering quirk. One that's far stronger than you."
" If he could talk I'm sure he would be spewing all sorts of apologies, all, sorts of bribes, and all sorts of excuses. He would do anything, ANYTHING if it meant saving his own skin. Survival is the only thing on his mind right now. I hold all the cards and he damn well knows it.
This is the power of Heaven's Door. As long as the person is capable of performing an act on their own I can manipulate the mind to make that person or even myself perform that act whether consciously or subconsciously, like this.
"Shirio says, slap yourself in the face."
"SLAP!" A satisfying sound, if I do say so myself.
"Now, I wanted to kill you, I truly did, but that would be morally wrong. Que intake of breath
The next option would be to give you up to the police, but that wouldn't be satisfying. So finally I arrived at this option, stripping you of your freedom and making you nothing more than a living puppet whose strings are controlled by me. Hehe.
The man's eyes are bloodshot and he looks somewhat crazed, but it hasn't lost hope, and I know why. This man underestimates me.
"Shirio says, you can't do him any harm whether physically or psychologically."
At that, the man's eyes go wide, but I'm not done yet
"Shirio says, you can't report him to any type of authority, nor can you speak of his power to anyone." with that, Yoshimura's eyes grew dim as he realized he was screwed.
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A fun way to kill time. This chapter explores more into Shirio's character and why he is the way he is. I like how it turned out and had fun writing it. I wonder how he'll deal with the Landlord
