Everything was going just as the villains had planned except for the number one not being there. They did not know whether the heroes had caught on to their plan or if it was just a coincidental mishap, neither did they care. The thugs wanted to vent all of their frustrations on the hero-wannabes and Shigaraki saw it as an opportunity to take down some pros. It wasn't Tall Flight, his number one target, but it was something and he was more than willing to take it.

Grim wasn't sure why the villains were so fixated on Fall Kite. Brawl Fight wasn't even all that impressive compared to what he'd seen in his day. He didn't understand why the man wore his hair like that nor the fact he kept that obscenely fake smile on his face all the time. Paul Wright was not someone Grim felt threatened by in the slightest.

"Kurogiri, you know what to do."

"Yes, Shigaraki Tomura." The mist man warped away, appearing in front of the children hiding at the top of the stairs. The plan was simple—Kill Call Night, Kill his students, wreak havoc on everything else—It was basically to cause as much damage as possible. In short, it was a typical Thursday for Grim.

...He felt like he was saying this dude's name all types of wrong. But then there was the fact that Grim did not care in the slightest so...

Grim's involvement in the plan was very minimal. He didn't have to do anything.

Why?

They did not trust him to do anything important.

He was an anomaly they could neither control nor predict, so they hadn't given him anything to do. He had planned to simply watch the show, see what this ragtag band of nobodies Shiggy had gathered could do, and to also access what the lab experiment made with a sample of his spirit energy could accomplish.

He was still extremely upset about that. The positive thing about it is if that 'Nomu' died, well... died more, the energy would return to him on instinct. As far as Grim was concerned, this was their plan and whatever mishaps occur is on them, not him. He is nothing but a spectator—

Or at least he was until that very moment.

"Well well well... That's quite unexpected." His train of thought crashed at the sight of a small boy a top the stairs. They'd made 'eye' contact so to speak, and Grim was awash with a sense of familiarity.

'Look at that psychic energy! Even now, he's absorbing the energy around him. Does he even realize that he's—Oh? That's a bit too familiar for my taste; why does that energy feel so familiar? Shigeo? No... he's different.'

Kurogiri returned and reported his successes and failures. Shigaraki being the man child that he was didn't take it too well but was thankfully able to refrain from taking out his frustration on the poor warp lad. Grim didn't give a damn about any of that, he'd found something interesting.

"Kurogiri. Warp me to the kid with the bowl-cut. I've found something fun." Grim went back to his demonic voice. It was filled with manic glee and fascination that sent shivers down the spines of the other villains still near them. All of them were afraid of him, and for good reason.

The only reason he wasn't killing them and eating their souls for lunch was a whim. A WHIM. They were not safe being anywhere near him which was why they steered clear of him at all times.

Grim thought fear was an excellent seasoning.

After Shigaraki gave him the okay to do so, most likely not wanting to see Grim's 'face' at the moment, Kurogiri took Grim into his warp and transported him to where he left the child. It was a place that simulated ruined buildings, likely to play likeness the result of two powerhouses battling it out without restraint. He had sent the kid here alone, with a bunch of low class thugs lying in wait for him.

Or at least that was the plan, but what Grim was welcomed to was a bunch of laid out thugs and a child looking towards them as if he was disappointed in their sheer lack of skill. It didn't seem like the kid had any trouble whatsoever disposing of them. He was currently interrogating them.

Grim hid his presence the moment he arrived, masking his demonic energy and keeping it from leaking as he watched the kid work from afar. If he wasn't trying to carefully access what he was feeling and seeing, he'd of clapped his hands and whistled his praises to this boy. He was quick, efficient, it was clear that he'd been trained well.

Grim had to give credit where it was due, this kid knew how to get stuff done. The last few thugs he'd taken out he left them conscious, and when they refused to answer him he did something that seemed to be extremely painful to the receiving party. Grim, finding entertainment in torture, screams, and pain in general, found this fun to watch.

'How cute, he's being careful not to actually hurt them, just simulating pain. Is it a psychological attack? No, he's stimulating nerves, how fun!...I like this kid, he's a lot more fun than Shigeo. He isn't afraid to use his abilities to get to his goal. So familiar, yet so very different.' Grim thought as he watched the scene unfold.

It wasn't long before the thugs caved in and spilled everything that they knew about the plan. It wasn't much, but he did get bits of relevant information, and Grim heard his name mentioned and saw that as his queue to make his presence known.

Kurogiri had long since warped back to Shigaraki. So Grim was left to his own devices, as he liked it.

Grim came out from hiding, facing the child who seemed to pale a few shades. The closer he got the more he could see Shigeo's shadow, it was like looking at a mini-clone of the guy. It was both infuriating and fascinating.

-Yuuma-

He fell through the darkness in the blink of an eye, finding himself in a zone full of ruined buildings and lingering debris. He wasn't quite sure what this zone was called but he couldn't worry about something as trivial as that at the moment. He quickly scanned his surroundings as he steadied himself in the air via telekinesis. He floated safely and quietly to the ground.

But just as he landed he was surrounded by villains.

"They let little kids try to be heroes now? This will be too easy."

"Hero-wannabes with good quirks sell well on the black market, we could make major bank nabbing this brat."

"It'd be easier to just kill him."

They made no attempt to hide their vicious intentions from the boy. He was a small, young child who hadn't hit any sort of puberty or growth spurt yet. He didn't look like any sort of threat and their own flawed way of thinking made it seem like the child was scared of them.

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Yuuma didn't not give them any type of face as he tossed his marbles around. He didn't give them a chance to touch the ground as he levitated them and went to work. He struck them quickly and viciously, aiming for the backs of their necks, their temples, their jaws, and any other point known for quick knock outs. Most of the villains didn't expect the sudden attack and were quickly done in.

There were also those that caught on to the little esper's plan and were able to dodge. These were the men who were talking before, and it seemed they had a bit of experience in fighting as they were able to dodge the projectiles. Yuuma quickly figured out that the marbles wouldn't be enough, so he sent a burst of psychic energy to his limbs and launched himself at them.

His speed was superior to theirs. Even though these guys were a bit better than their counterparts they were still small fry in the end. They could not keep track of the child while also being bombarded by the heavy marbles. It didn't take long for them to be immobilized. Despite what seems to be a plan, the assets and inner details of their plan were not properly thought out.

Why did they not inquire about the quirks and skills of the students as well as the teachers? Did they think the students managed to get into such a prestigious school without talent?

Stab!

Were these villains idiots?

No, not quite idiots but close to it. They did not prepare thoroughly, but they did seem to have something up their sleeve.

The four villains that caught Yuuma's attention immediately upon seeing them were the blue haired man with the hands all over him, Yuuma decided to just call him Mr. Hands. Then the warp gate user, he'll be Mr. Warp, that transported him here. The bird-beaked, creepy looking monster with mixed, abused, and tortured energy surrounding it, he was going to call him Mr. Beak.

And then that child-looking person who was even more dangerous than the rest of them combined, Yuuma wasn't sure of what to name him, so he would just be Mr. Not-Child.

Yuuma was sure that if this was the level of the villains in the other areas, his classmates would be alright. They were capable and able minded individuals. The only one he was worried about was Izuku, and he hoped he'd find a way to minimize the damage he was definitely going to inflict on himself. Sigh, Yuuma was worried about Izuku.

But in situations like these Izuku's mind was his greatest and most useful weapon. He would be able to fend for himself as well, he was sure of it.

The information that Yuuma needed was what their end goal was, or more specifically, how they were going to reach said end goal. He'd heard Mr. Hands speaking about All Might not being there. They clearly had made this plan around the number one being there, so they must have been targeting him.

...Not at all surprising. He's the number one hero after all. Him having enemies is normal, and them finding any chance to take a crack at him was also normal. What Yuuma wanted to know was what gave them that amount of confidence which crossed the border of stupidity. The only guess was that they had a way of, or thought they had a way of, disposing of the hero.

Yuuma's first thought he had was that it was one of the four villains he'd seen while at the USJ entrance. After going through what he knew, he had a feeling that it was not Mr. Warp nor was it Mr. Hands. They didn't seem like the type to be able to face All Might head on with that much confidence, no... it was someone else. Of course, Mr. Warp could use his quirk in a lethal way, but it didn't seem like his quirk alone was that lethal alone.

Mr. Hands... Yuuma did not know his quirk. But he had a guess. Yuuma remembered when the reporters broke into the school. The gate that was supposed to keep them out had been halfway turned to dust. And Yuuma remembered feeling his energy around the area. It was hostile, agitated, and stuck out amongst the reporters. But the moment he felt it the feeling vanished as if it wasn't there.

Yuuma, being the cautious and observant child that he was. remembered this day clearly. He'd been taught to compartmentalize the information he gathers into folders in his mind. Things that are irrelevant, things that are interesting, things that are important, and things that are out of place. Thanks to his quirk messing his his body, his brain included, his memory was better than most.

He remembered almost everything. Almost.

Yuuma connected the gate incident and the familiar reading he got from Mr. Hands, his quirk had something to do with that. Decaying? Eroding? Turning to Dust? If so, how does it activate? He has hands all over his body that do absolutely nothing as a costume but look creepy, but could that be a hint? Did it have something to do with touch?

Remember, Yuuma was the son of the best detective duo this side of the world. He had the talent coursing through his veins.

He decided to start his interrogation. His thought process which would take any normal person a few minutes was only a few seconds for Yuuma. He knew the questions he wanted answers to.

"Who is the beaked villain? How does the blue haired hand villain activate his quirk? Who was the child-sized person with the cloak? What made you so confident today?" Yuuma thought about just connecting his energy to their and reading their thoughts, but he didn't want to have any connection whatsoever with these disgusting vermin, so he chose the verbal approach.

"Like hell we'd tell you brat—AHHHHHHH!" Yuuma shot his psychic energy through one of the speaking man's nerves. Yuuma did not bat an eye at the man's pathetic screams, his gaze void of all emotion. In that moment what the villains saw wasn't a child, it was a demon.

"Who is the beaked villain? How does the blue haired hand villain activate his quirk? Who was the child-sized person with the cloak? What made you so confident today?"

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This was taught to him by his very sadistic aunt because she felt like it. She used a dummy she'd created herself to train with, which marked out the points which Yuuma needed to aim for. She carefully and painstakingly instructed him, drilling into him what the points she'd taught him to hit did, where they were, and the consequences of using too much force. He'd always worked on his control, down to the most minute detail, so he got this training down very quickly.

The nerve itself would be completely fine, but the pain would be similar to someone driving white hot needles beneath their nails, slowly.

He didn't know it or even realize it, but he was a prodigy in this field as well as being a detective. The passive skill he'd created of locking his emotions away to deal with problem was both his greatest weakness as well as his greatest asset.

"You wouldn't kill us! You're a hero-wannabe! You think a little pain is gonna make me tal—AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Who is the beaked villain? How does the blue haired hand villain activate his quirk? Who was the child-sized person with the cloak? What made you so confident today?"

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"What kind of hero are you?! You—AHHHHHHHH!"

Yuuma repeated his questions calmly, coldly, and carefully, making sure that the villains understood every word. His higher pitched, cute voice contrasted greatly with the unyielding distain displaying in his eyes and the painful cries of the poor villains before him. Even though they were thugs, black market dealers, molesters, and the like, they had never endure such pain before.

When it came to Airi's way of battle, interrogation, and ruthlessness overall, Yuuma was her best student.

Their screams did not mean anything to Yuuma, he had a goal, and he was going to get it no matter how ruthless he had to be. They were here to hurt his friends, they had definitely hurt others before, and the pain he was inflicting on them wasn't actually doing anything to their body. It was just stimulating their pain receptors as if he was doing something to them.

This indifference did not mean he enjoyed their screams, quite the opposite actually. Yuuma just had a very thick line between friend and enemy. He was not going to be kind with these men nor would he show them any sort of mercy or pity.

Yuuma was honest and preferred peace, but that did not mean that he was a stranger to violence. He was not overflowing with kindness and understanding like Shigeo was, nor was he bountifully indulgent of others circumstances.

Villains and heroes were two sides of the same coin, not all heroes were good and not all villains were bad, and there were even vigilantes in that mix. Of course Yuuma understood this and did not look at all villains and heroes the same way. Everyone has a chance to grow, to change, and to be forgiven for mistakes. But there are some things that can not be forgiven and that's just life.

Yuuma just understood himself, his limits, and who he would be tolerant and merciful to. He understood who he would be kind and understanding with, and he understood that all emotions and actions come from somewhere.

No one is born a monster, they are created.

He knew to be patient, he knew to be observant, he understood where the lines between popular opinions, personal opinions, and facts were. He also understood who he would not be tolerant of, who to be wary of, and who to not give any face.

These men fell in that unfortunate category. Their intentions were clear and had no remorse, no guilt, and some of them were even ecstatic about being able to harm others. There was no need for him to be kind to such people.

"Who is the beaked villain? How does the blue haired hand villain activate his quirk? Who was the child-sized person with the cloak? What made you so confident today?" He asked again, prepared to stimulate their nerves enough to knock them out if they still decided to not speak. Time was precious and he did not want to waste it on these people.

He was worried about his friends.

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"Please! I'll talk! I'll spill! Just please stop... please..." What seemed like hours was actually only a few minutes, and the villains finally caved in with tears and snot all over their faces. Being restrained with the lingering debris, there was nothing they could do to escape this situation. They gave him everything they knew in hopes they wouldn't have to experience that torturous pain ever again.

Yuuma inwardly sighed in relief. Even though he wasn't fazed by hurting them like this, that did not mean he liked doing so. No, not in the slightest. He was thankful that Aunt Airi had taught him this skill, but it was his least favorite.

They knew they were going in the slammer when this was all over, and after today, they all decided they would live honest lives if they were say the light of day again.

Being villains wasn't worth this.

"That Shigaraki didn't say anything about the students being this terrifying! He lied to us saying this was going to be an easy cash grab! We could do what we want with the kid and he would send that Nomu guy after All Might. He said All Might was getting weaker, and that thing was made to fight him at his strongest!"

"Yeah! Most of us didn't think his plan was worth the time, but we were threatened by that creepy ass kid! He 'ate' our comrade right in front of us since we said we wouldn't comply! We came here to save our own lives!"

"And get profit if we could. We didn't expect the kids here to be monsters! Are all kids these days like that Grim guy?! Mom, I'm so sorry I failed as a son! I'll get a job at a convenience store! I'll even work as a janitor and clean toilets. Being a villain isn't worth this bullshit!"

Yuuma was about to leave for another area when he felt an ominous chill go down his spine. It seemed that he wasn't the only one that felt it as the villains he'd just finished tying up paled to.

"S-stay away! Get away from me!"

"It's the demon!"

"W-we really are going to die!"

"Monster!"

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'Monster.' This word again. All of Yuuma's hair seemed to stand on end as a deep dread began to seep into him.

'This energy feels familiar.' Yuuma thought to himself. A child-like person came out from behind a nearby building. Yuuma was immediately alert. How had he not sensed him? He was sure that there wasn't anyone else there until a few moments ago. Did the warp villain bring him here? But how had he not sensed him until the moment he decided to come out.

Everything was telling Yuuma that this person was very dangerous.

'It felt like a monster.'

Dread and realization fused into one on Yuuma's face. It was similar. It reminded him of that day. He immediately wanted to vomit, no, he was going to vomit. But he had to swallow the bile back down. It was too dangerous to be weak-hearted. His hands shook as he clenched them tightly into fists. All of the color drained from his face.

"You are interesting, child." The villain spoke. His face was obscure except for white ports for eyes and grotesque and vicious teeth. He didn't sound or look older than Yuuma despite that, but Yuuma somehow felt that this being was very, very old. Almost every part of its being was drenched in malicious intent, enough to make the small fries behind him look like infants in comparison.

"Y-you are called 'Grim', right?" Yuuma said, his fighting stance ready and his senses on full alert. Even though he was like this, he couldn't stop his voice from shaking nor his body from trembling.

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"That's right." His voice suddenly became much deeper. Yuuma jumped involuntarily as it sounded as if it was right beside his ear. This unnatural sensation. Everything about the being before him felt wrong and out of place.

"W-what are y-you? You aren't h-human..." The being's twisted smile seemed to grow even more at that statement.

"You are quite also perceptive. But compared to the other guy, you are still quite weak. But I'm weak myself, so this should still be fun. Get ready or you'll die too early."

Without any warning, Grim vanished from sight, even Yuuma's psychic sight. Yuuma was shocked at first but had no time to breath or understand it when Grim reappeared directly in front of him, readying his first attack. Grim took a solid stance with his palm open, landing a solid hit on Yuuma's abdomen and sending him tumbling.

'He completely ignored my shield...!'

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Quickly recovering, Yuuma adjusted the energy in his limbs and chose to not waste energy on the useless shields. This opponent's ability seemed to ignore his protections. He quickly tried to find his opponent who had disappeared yet again. For a split second he felt where he was and blocked, not being fast enough to dodge the incoming attack. It was a heavy attack just like the last one, but instead of being slow like this type of attack would normally be, it was quick.

Jab after jab rained down on the poor boy, Grim laughing maniacally as his attacks were blocked, parried, and after Yuuma got used to his speed, returned. But they were still not evenly matched. Yuuma felt a creeping pain seep through his body the more he blocked and parried the attacks. He noticed that he was becoming tired more than he normally would be at this point. Alarm bells began to ring in his head.

This wasn't normal.

'I need to get away from him!'

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Yuuma jumped back trying to create distance between them, but every time he tried Grim would just teleport and they'd be exchanging blows once again. It was like he was trapped in a never-ending cycle. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to get away from him like this, he tried to land a solid hit on him. He focused his energy through his hands, going through the familiar motions of the Kageyama Combat Style.

Airi didn't have the ability to charge her attacks with energy like Yuuma could, giving it a more projectile-like effect. It was something that he had to train on his own, so he wasn't as proficient in it as he'd want to be. But it was enough to land a hit.

-Grim-

"Gah!" It connected, causing Grim to grimace at the pain that rippled through him. It was a familiar and equally infuriating pain. As much as it hurt, it made him smile even more.

The only type of energy that could hurt a being such as him, he'd found who he was looking for.

Normal psychics and priests could not touch him as he was much too advanced of a dark spirit for their methods to be effective. Every person's energy was different and unique to them, but the base of their energy which they strengthened on their own is passed down from parent to child. Grim had been around long enough to figure this out.

As all energy is different, there are naturally energies that weaken or compliment others. Grim is a dark spirit, a 'demon' with negative energy taken from committing atrocities and eating other dark spirits in both his life and after his death. A being such as him would normally be done in by normal psychics and/or priests, and for a time he was, until he became strong enough to defy that.

If he was 'revived' during those times, he'd likely of been in mortal danger at every corner due to how weak he was at the moment. But the age of quirks changed all of that.

Quirks were a physical manifestation of powers caused by gene mutation. Psychic abilities were born from strengthening the bond between the mind and soul. As gene mutation became the norm, psychic abilities were forgotten and thrown into the mass generalization known as 'Quirks'.

But Grim was different.

The unholy result of psychic abilities and quirks combining, in an age where neither was recognized for being such. His 'quirk' related to the energy within the body, and in dying and taking on his soul form, he strengthened the link between his soul, his mind, and his quirk.

In Grim's little excursions, he wasn't just killing because he enjoyed it. He was searching and investigating the new world he was now existing in. Everything he'd known before had drastically changed, and this severe lack of knowledge is one of the reasons he stays with the League of Villains aside from actually liking it there.

And the one thing that he didn't find in abundance?

Psychics.

Although this generation's souls were richer due to their natural abilities, none of them actively used that or tried to activate the possible other abilities they may of had due to it. The ones that he did find were so weak it was an insult to call them psychics.

They were seen as 'Quirkless' in this society.

When Grim was told about the suicide rate of quirkless people after learning this fact, he laughed the entire day. The irony of it all! They had fallen so deep into the false thought that quirks were the only existing superpowers that they had completely forgotten the truth that it was not.

This was also one of the reasons none of the quirk users stood a real chance against Grim. Grim, as physical as he could be, was not a physical being. He was a being made of energy, more specifically, demonic spirit energy. He was a soul that had absorbed the essence of other souls, thus becoming more powerful. Only a being who could manipulate this field of energy would be able to do real harm to him.

In short, if they weren't another soul with equal or more power or a psychic and /or quirk user who could manipulate the same type of energy... they were pretty much screwed. Grim was insanely resilient in this sense.

Or at least he would be, if he had his original strength.

Due to All For One's massive blunder, he was so weak he wanted to cry blood. But what helped his situation was that there were close to no real threats left. Their own society was driving them to suicide. It was like a dark blessing to him.

But even so, it did not sit well with him that such foes he'd had in the past had ended up in such a pathetic state. He had equal parts of fear, hatred, and respect for the foes who could eradicate him. It wasn't as if they were they only ones in decline either, there were also fewer ghosts and spirits.

This meant that there was no other way for him to get his strength back besides killing people and eating their souls. Two thirds of his diet had vanished, and as a 'foodie' in a sense, he was very upset.

From what he'd gathered, the world he once knew was gone. Almost completely. Everything that he'd been used to, all of the dangers and advantages he had, it was all gone.

But before him stood the one of the last remnants of that lost world. The pain he was feeling was the proof of it. And it even felt familiar on top of that. Grim may be an uncaring, kill happy torture fanatic, but he could admit to himself that he missed the old times.

And now it felt as if he got a piece of his world back, and he was ecstatic.

Why would he want someone alive who could 'kill' him? Well, what's the fun being the only one with strength? Prey that could fight back was one of the best kinds. If he got in way over his head, then it was just his time to go, that was all. Despite not wanting to disappear, Grim was not afraid of death.

Death came to all, even someone who had seen death once before.

But enough of this, he needed to concentrate on the anomaly that was before him. At the moment, him and this child were on par with each other in terms of energy. Grim had been using reap with every hit, but it seemed like the kid was doing the same thing.

Grim would know this power anywhere.

'This kid is absorbing my energy every time he manages to hit me... It's small, but it's there.'

Grim's 'eyes' hardened. The realization of what was actually happening hit him like a train. How it was like this? He didn't know. How it was possible? There was no way for him to find out. But he knew it. There was no way for him not to know it.

How would you not recognize something that belonged to you?

'How interesting.'

Grim paused in his attacks, creating distance between him and the child, who was panting heavily. There were injures all over him and his fatigue was obvious, but he was holding firm to his stance and gave Grim no openings despite this. Grim was sure that this child was in a lot of pain right now, as every hit from him that connects causes some form of damage.

Grim wanted to keep going. Despite the troubling things he had found out about his opponent, he was having too much fun right now. This child was probably one of the few, if not the only, that could actually put up a decent fight against him.

But he had gotten what he came for, so it was time for him to go. Grim was one who kept promises and he'd told them that his interference in their overall plan would be minimal. In return for this, he wanted to freely move and investigate anything that caught his eye.

And any 'party members' who got a 'game over' were free property.

Like the thugs who lost to Yuuma.

-Yuuma-

"My time for playing has run out. How sad." The one now known as 'Grim' said. This person didn't seem at all tired unlike Yuuma who was struggling to keep his stance. He was glad he'd built up his stamina for a long time, or he would've been done for long before this.

This person had been going easy on him. Why, he didn't know. It was like he was scoping him out throughout the entire fight, and the moment he found what he was looking for he backed off.

Why?

Yuuma had a feeling that the 'why' in this situation was important but couldn't figure it out.

"Why are you here? What do you want?" Yuuma had to ask these questions, though he as sure he wasn't going to get an answer.

"Oh, just to meet you, kid."

"...huh?" All thinking paused for a moment.

"That's why I came over here."

"That's it? To fight with me?"

"Yep." He popped the 'p' at the end. "And now I'm leaving. But before that..."

He let go of his restraints. Yuuma couldn't stop his urge to vomit and retched on the ground in front of him. His sensory skills that he'd honed for a long time were overloading with the intent of this being before him.

Malicious.

Bloodthirsty.

Menacing.

Chaotic.

Darkness.

Yuuma was certain he could hear screams within the energy. Tortured, tormented souls all trapped within whatever it was Grim was currently releasing onto him. It was so strong even the other villains behind him, who he had been careful to keep away from the fight, could feel it.

Some went crazy. Some cried uncontrollably. Some passed out. Yuuma's eyes widened with tears when he noticed some had even had heart attacks from it.

They were literally scared to death.

"I want something to eat. I'm hungry." Grim used his true voice, the demonically deep, raspy voice that echoed in the listeners ears.

Yuuma couldn't move. He felt like he couldn't even breathe. He felt that if he even let out a single breath that would be the end. Grim casually walked past Yuuma who couldn't get off the ground. His mind was screaming at him to get up, but his heart was trembling from the pressure.

'The presence of a demon.'

The screams coming from behind him became silent almost as soon as they started, and then more scream which sounded almost disembodied took their place only to go silent once again.

"Thanks for the meal."

There was nothing Yuuma could do.

Grim kneeled down in front of him, lifting his head so that their eyes met. Grim's 'eyes' were white in contrast to his black, viscous-like body. But even so, there was a depth in them as if they were an endless void. And he showed all of his sharp, beast-like teeth in a cold, twisted smile.

"You are very interesting. But if you are unable to take even that little bit of my energy, you won't survive our next encounter. That won't be any fun." His other hand reached to Yuuma's forehead, touching it lightly.

"It irks me that you have something of mine. I want it back."

A pain Yuuma could not describe rippled through him. Grim was forcing his way through all of Yuuma's mental defenses. In understandable terms, this could be called a form of 'Possession', an innate skill that all strong ghost have.

"GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" Yuuma screamed. He was fighting him with his own energy, pushing Grim out to the best of his ability. But he was not as strong as Shigeo was, and he hadn't ever had an encounter with spirits on a regular basis as his ancestor did. Yuuma could barely do anything to stop whatever Grim was doing. And his eyes widened as he felt something in his mind change.

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Pandora's box had been opened, and something that had been buried at the very bottom, something that even Yuuma hadn't known of, was forcibly pulled out. The ground began to crack and shake due to the pressure the energy of their clash was releasing.

"GET OUT!" Before Grim could do more, Yuuma was finally able to force him out. The spirit was blown back by the force of the psychic energy. His hands were blown off due to their close contact with Yuuma. He was unable to use 'REAP' on him as he'd wanted to.

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Despite this failure, he smiled. It was a cold, malicious smile that looked more like a beast's that a person's.

"Try not to die before we meet again, Little Kageyama."

And just like that he was gone, and everything was left in completely silence. Grim had completely left the area, he was no longer anywhere Yuuma could sense. His head was screaming in pain, the place Grim had touched left a black, creeping mark on his skin. His visor had long since broken because of the outburst, thus one could clearly the tears running down his face.

Every person around him was dead. He couldn't do anything to stop the monster from killing them.

He couldn't do anything once again.

88%

Before he could even take in the amount of guilt and sadness that was steadily building inside him, he heard a pained yelled. He recognized that voice immediately, and with all of his remaining strength bolted towards where the sound came from. The plaza.

"AIZAWA!"

[A/N] Sorry this one is so late. The next part will also be late, so I won't be posting it next week. The week after on Monday, or this coming Thursday it will be up. I promise. I haven't been writing and I'm trying to get caught up on other things, so it completely messed up my schedule... I'm so sorry about that.

But what do you think of this chapter? Did I do well?

Until the next chapter!

-Jenna