this might be one of the shortest chapters if not the shortest chapter in this fanfic.
i hope ya'll enjoy this little diversion as i think of more ways to fuck with Inori.
i also noticed that we're three days into February (in where i currently am). i might make two v-day minis for ya'll. it might be late tho. obviously, i'd make white day ones too.
i am craving an au of this where the four are total villains. i would call it 'a darker shade of green' but i dont really have the energy to make that so for now, that idea is gonna have to rot in my little idea compartment in my brain.
A few days have passed and Natsuo haven't seen Inori nor her three other friends. He tried calling but was answered by the answering machine. He'd come visit them but no one in campus (student wise) knows where they lived, and it would be weird if he asked for their information in the school's registrar so Natsuo settled for spamming their respective phones.
'damn, why won't they answer?'
He tsk-ed to himself as he walked towards the bus stop. Man, it sure is lonely without them. Well, at least it wasn't just him that felt sad without the four's constant presence on campus. There were low murmurs from the student body whenever they passed by the quartet's unusually empty spots around the campus, with their questions ranging from 'are they sick?' to 'oh my god, do you think they're dead?' which is silly because one, only smart people get sick and two, they're not dead but if they continue to ignore Natsuo's spamming, but they will be once he finds them.
'Inori where are you?'
He whispers to himself as he heads home with the sun setting below the horizon. Huh, he never really noticed it, but the sunset looks good. Maybe he'll take Inori for a walk around sunset sometime? He giggles to himself as he imagined it. Oh well, there is no reason to stress over their absence. They'll turn up soon.
Mun-Hee has been slaving away in her own little workshop for hours now and would only leave for her part-time job or when her materials ran out. With how things look, it is safe to assume that once Inori gets out of her mother's grasp, she's overpowered and would most definitely wreak havoc. Of course, she wouldn't allow Inori to be the only overpowered asshat in their little quartet. Its either she replicates the 'brain-unlocking serum' via getting a sample through Inori's DNA or she ask the girl to steal a sample for her. either way, she's going to get her sample whether Inori likes it or not; but Mun-Hee will enjoy the story either of those two options will bring.
'I need more volts.'
Mun-Hee mumbled to herself as she grabbed a cord and tossed it at a nearby electrical post. With three firm tugs, she made sure that the cord is secured before flipping a switch on. With the city's electricity being siphoned into her project, it was plunged in darkness. Wow, she just caused a blackout. Distant screams of terrified people echoed in the silence of the night. It might've been a bad idea to do that at night because she also couldn't see a thing but hey, less people would see her attach a jumper connection to the electrical post. She doesn't know how long she will spend time in jail for attaching the jumper connection, but she knows it's too long for her.
As he sat on top of the city's local shrine, Alfonso realized a couple of things and one of them is that he needs to focus on improving his quirk. Mainly reading on stupid magic shit online and doing mediation. He can do more technical shit like hacking into government and learning to drive virtually any mode of transportation but what would Mun-Hee do then? Shaking his head, he hopped off the shrine's roof and landed gracefully on the ground. Meditation could only get him so far.
'welcome'
The dull greeting of the bookstore's counter attendant reached his ears, but Alfonso paid it no mind. As he made a beeline towards the occult section, he let his fingers brushed the covers of the books before stopping and grabbing the book his fingers last touched. It looked like some sort of grimoire but hey, he could be wrong. Opening the book, he found himself staring at an amalgamation of languages. It was like how he wrote his notes back in his elementary days when he first discovered his quirk and wanted to be as cryptic as possible. It was a mix of ancient languages and symbols that he had once used on his notes but ultimately stopped using it since his notebooks started catching on fire for no reason at all.
'he- '
As he was about to approach one of the bookstore's staff, the whole city was plunged into darkness. He doesn't know if it was his inner feral bastard waking up from its deep, deep slumber or if it's something else, but it made him run out of the dark store with the unpaid book in his hands.
In the distance, a weird laugh resonates in the darkness of the night. Some say it was a villain, others say it was some mental patient who got out of the facility in the middle of the blackout. Whatever that was, no one really knows, but it sets everyone on edge.
After attending numerous self-defense classes at a nearby dojo, Queenie headed towards the sauna to take a bath. She wasn't going to head home smelling like sweat. Submerging herself into the communal tub, she let her mind wander. After enrolling in one too many self-defense classes, she felt like she got hit by three freight trains consecutively. Her body is sore, and no amount of hot bath can remove it. She almost groaned out in frustration but held it in. This was a public place and people might think that she's doing something inappropriate in the bath. The last thing she wants is to get kicked out of the establishment. Queenie let her mind wander around some more before the whole place was submerged in darkness. There were squeaks from the other ladies in the sauna. With a sigh, Queenie stood and got out of the sauna through the emergency exit. Hey, it was a free bath and she isn't going to let the opportunity to pass. It wasn't like she doesn't have enough money to pay for it, it's just that she likes the rush of not paying and being a general nuisance. Though, would it still be called nuisance if she's causing establishments to lose money? Queenie huffs before shaking her head. As if she cares.
local feral bastards makes an appearance.
Replies:
darkpaladin89: man this sucks :'( who would teach those kids bad words? or how to be little asshats? or how to be sweet little angels? should someone go kill momther?
Littlecosma001: lmao bro ask away i'd either put a dumb emoji as a reply or answer your question. though, there's a bigger percentage of me answering your questions because i'd be too stupid to put it in the story.