His Brother's Killers

Finding the group that had attacked him and Shiro had not been a simple thing, but all of that had merely made him all the more eager to come to grips with the annoyances who had struck against not only him, but also his gentle, innocent little brother. He'd make certain they regretted their actions for the rest of their considerably shortened lives. Narrowing his eyes as he called up a meta-ability that granted him infrared vision, Hisashi continued his search for those who had invaded his territory and struck against his people.

Once he'd managed to find the place where those who had so foolishly decided to set themselves against him and Shiro, those who had possessed the supreme gall to steal his precious little brother from him, those who were all about to die at his hands, Hisashi gave orders to his dear friends to handle the lower ranks. He himself, of course, was going to find the leaders of these fools and make certain that they fully understood just how displeased he was to have been deprived of the last member of his precious family.

He was going to make certain they fully appreciated his annoyance, for the entirety of their drastically shortened lives.

Once his dear friends had managed to clear a path for him, Hisashi bared his teeth in a fierce grin, dashing forward and blasting aside the double-doors that were all that stood between him and the main force of the fools who had taken his dear little brother from him. Clicking his tongue, Hisashi called up the very first Meta-ability that he'd been able to lay claim to.

The Meta-ability of the first fool who had tried to take something from him.

Utterly cremating the first of those who had thrown themselves in his path, the fools who thought they could stop him after sending their own to murder his precious little brother, Hisashi called up a shielding and enhancer ability as a few of those he'd actually managed to miss began firing weapons at him. Narrowing his eyes, even as he found himself grinning, Hisashi directed the shield to extend around behind his back, head, and anywhere else those imbeciles who'd thought they could stand against him without even a single Meta-ability to their name might think to try firing.

And yes, the fact that none of these present possessed any kind of Meta-ability meant that he wasn't going to find anything truly interesting among them, but it also meant that he wouldn't have to bother sparing any of them.

Gathering up a telekinesis ability that had been given to him in return for the protection of a rather large family – Shiro had hardly approved, but the woman herself had been particularly insistent in that case – Hisashi took hold of the pair of hatchets he'd kept with him. The ones that had served as his backup weapons ever since Kaito-kun had offered to shelter both him and Shiro in that abandoned hardware store that his faction had laid claim to in the wake of the chaos that had enveloped Japan. The chaos that had been created by the emergence of Meta-abilities.

With three Meta-abilities at his disposal, balancing them became rather more interesting than it would have been if he'd been using an even number.

Shifting slightly, Hisashi sent one of his hatchets crashing into the back of a man attempting to reload the rifle that he'd just used. Clenching the fingers of his left hand, Hisashi dragged it forward and through the head of the rifleman, splitting his head open and causing his corpse to go flipping across the hardwood floor. Guarding his back with his shield ability, Hisashi moved deeper into the thinning ranks of the group who had clearly been hunting the people he had gathered to himself.

Those who he and Shiro had been sheltering.

Clenching the fingers of both hands, Hisashi tore the glass from the windows all around him, sending it flying in among the fools who had thrown themselves against him. Their screams as they were cut to absolute pieces by the storm of glass that he had unleashed on them were quite the symphony, bringing a grin to Hisashi's face as he listened to them. He knew that Shiro would hardly have approved, but Shiro wasn't present.

His dear, sweet, soft-hearted little brother wasn't present to persuade him not to slaughter these useless creatures because these useless creatures had murdered him.

Flinging the bloodied broken glass out to the sides, Hisashi turned his attention to the single survivor that he had deliberately left to watch his fellow cretins suffer and die for what they had done.

"What are you?"

Hisashi bared his teeth; anyone who hadn't met him before might have thought he was grinning. "Me? Why, I'm the brother of the man you killed, caretaker of the children you were trying to murder, and dear friend to those you assaulted."

The man on the ground squirmed, and he might or might not have started pleading. He might have, before Hisashi, his fingers on both hands clenched as he called up the telekinetic ability he'd gotten such good use of ever since he'd obtained it, tore him apart. Leaving aside the oozing pile of what had once been the leader of the cretins who had been responsible for his dear younger brother's death.

He was going to have to re-gather his forces, make preparations for his dear Shiro's funeral, and attend to the children who would naturally be worried about him, but Hisashi could content himself with the thought that at least these troublesome loose ends had been firmly tied up.