Hi! sorry it took a while to post up an update. I worked on this chapter slowly because life got in the way lol.
Thank you guys for the wonderful reviews it helped me to continue finishing this.
I also drew what I kind of imagine him to look like. I''m not that great of an artist, but i really love how the drawing came out :)
WARNING: This chapter contains strong use of PROFANITIES, graffic scenes of TORTURE and minor character DEATHS.
You've been warned for our sweet innocent Sinnabun will no longer be so innocent.
See you on the other side~~
When they first exited the estate Izuku was like a child going to Disneyland, his eyes couldn't hide the excitement of being 'outside'. He gazed in sheer wonder at the sights that they drove passed. It was either Kai or Kurono who would answer any of the questions Izuku would have about the things he didn't really recognize.
The two of them spent the whole car ride completely amused watching the young teen. Kai loved how the boy still never lost the curious nature about him, that childlike wonder which is what makes Izuku so captivating to him. Izuku was special, perfect in every way, he was the prime example of how he felt the world should be, pure and without the sickness that plagues this world, quirks. Kurono found his innocence refreshing and truly rare, though he knew that he wouldn't be this way long especially after today, so he silently treasured these moments while he could.
"We'll be arriving at the first location soon, Boss." Shin spoke up from the driver's seat.
With a nod he noticed that Izuku settled back down in his seat. "You read the report correct?" Kai questioned and Izuku gave a nod mentioning that he did read over it a few times in fact. "Good. I would hope you won't have the need to speak, however you'll need to remember to address Kurono and I by our aliases from this point forward. Our names are sacred, we do not divulge that information absentmindedly."
"I understand." Izuku replied with a smile then as the car began to slow he put on his crow-like mask on, securing it tightly to his face. "I won't let you down, Overhaul."
"I know you won't Karasu."
The first stop was at a nightclub. Before leaving the estate he was given a briefing report on this mission, apparently there was a small crime group which rented this space from the Shie Hassaikai a couple of years before Kai took over the estate and turned it into a semi lucrative club that dealt in shady black market exchanges and is a known location for villains to gather. This group began refusing to pay the syndicate what they owe for the last seven months of rent and product.
The previous Boss never really bothered with them. He found ignoring them to be easier, since it was near impossible to rent out that particular location due to the neighborhood alone, he had felt that they weren't losing much in profit over it. However, when Kai took over he found them to be an eyesore on the syndicate, so it was time to clean out the trash.
The three of them exited the car. They weren't expected. It was written on the club's bouncer's face as he turned to them. The bull quirked man quickly opened the door allowing them to by pass the massive line to enter. He gazed to each of them, however Izuku noticed his emotions conflicted when he looked at him. While his eyes expressed explicit fear of both Kai and Kurono, but when he looked at him they were filled with... pity... why would he look at him like that, he didn't understand it at first.
Izuku kept close to Kai when they entered the establishment. Loud DJ music blared, vibrating in his body with every beat, the place was filled with the cigarette smoke, alcohol, sweat and other unpleasant smells that were thankfully muffled by the mask that he wore, but he could still smell it and it was awful. His green eyes couldn't help, but wander around the dance floor taking in the sights of people practically grinding up against each other like animals, others so obviously drunk as they tried walking through the crowded space and at the booths scantily clothed women straddled the men sitting there; touching, groping, and making out without a care of who was watching. Everything here disgusted the young heir.
They walked up to the second floor of the club, the balcony overlooked the dance floor and bar, but Izuku didn't want to look down to the sin-filled space anymore. Kai lead them to what was obviously an office as he didn't wait for permission to enter instead he kicked open the door. The door now hung open by one hinge as they walked in.
"Who the hell do you think- oh.." a burly man yelled but stopped mid-way through his sentence when he turned in his chair to look upon the apparent intruders. "Overhaul... I thought I told your bitch of a Boss to shove it. I ain't giving him shit." the man barked as he puffed on his cigar letting the thick cloud of smoke fill the room.
Izuku's blood boiled; how dare this man speak so disrespectfully about his Otosan. Green eyes glanced to both Overhaul and Kurono whom he could tell were just as angry as he was with this man's behavior.
"You forget your place, Han. The Shie Hassaikai still has full ownership of this establishment and unlike the previous Boss, I am not as kind." Kai spoke coldly. The color drained from the man's face when he seemed to put the pieces together. Overhaul was the Yakuza Boss, not just another thug here to try to acquire what they are owed.
The man cleared his throat trying to compose himself, "W-well, either way, I d-don't owe you shit for this crap establishment. So you and your possy can leave, not like you can do shit without involving the local authorities and we both know you wouldn't do that." he tried to act threatening as guards and bouncers started to enter the large office space, the young heir noticed Kai taking off a glove and Chronostasis keeping perfectly still.
The young teen's attention was drawn back to the club owner when his chubby finger pointed at him, "That little whore can stay though," he laughed as his gaze suddenly made Izuku feel violated and he glared in disgust, "Hoh yeah, bet he'll bring in a shitload of profit just from one night of f-" the man couldn't finish his offensive comment as Kai's gloveless hand was suddenly wrapped around his throat and suspended him a foot or so off the floor. Even Izuku was surprised at how quickly this all happened.
"I wouldn't dare finish that sentence, Filth." his gold eyes gleaming with murder, "Not only did you insult me and the previous Boss, but now you insult one of my men? You really do have a death wish, don't you?" His grip tightened around his neck.
The man could only choke out his distress as his eyes darted to all of his guards. Chronostasis chuckled, "They won't help you." He stated as his clock hair returned to place, "They've all been struck by the hour hand, they'll remain like that long after your dead."
"It's time you see what my quirk can do, first hand." Overhaul stated hauntingly before activating his quirk and the man gave out a blood curdling scream that was cut off quickly.
Red. Izuku's world suddenly went red. The walls, the ceiling, the desk, and if Chronostasis hadn't stepped in front of him he would have been splattered in it too. He knew killing people would happen in the lifestyle he was in and he would joke about the idea of killing from time to time, but he hadn't actually witness murder before. For those moments, his mind went blank.
Kai may have gone a bit overboard with this man's death, but as soon as he made the mistake to speak about his treasure. He couldn't control the rage inside and the instinct to protect what was his. He turned around to the horrified faces of the frozen guards while quickly cleaning his hand of the leftover blood. He then straightened jacket and slipped his glove back on, "This establishment is under new management, now clean this mess up."
After that Izuku was suddenly very quiet. Even in the car, his eyes stayed glued to his hands. The whole thing was a shock to his system and he wasn't sure if he had been completely ready for what he had witnessed. Kai seemed unaffected by it, but wasn't ignorant to Izuku's mental state.
"I am sorry that you had to witness such a disgusting display" Kai spoke causing Izuku to look up at him.
Kurono had to stop himself from glaring at Kai, he knew it was completely intentional. It was all the plan to get the teen to adjust to the darker side of the profession, so he didn't flinch or hesitate when dealing with death. Kurono thought witnessing murder was a bit harsh for the first mission, but he knew the next step would be harder. So he would hold his tongue and just continue to protect him in his subtle way.
Izuku opened his mouth before closing it again. He wasn't sure what to say in that moment, but he knew Kai was waiting for him to use his words. "It's.. it's alright... I just wasn't expecting it is all..." he stated as he recalled what kind of person that club owner was, "that man was trash..." 'but did he deserve to die like that?' Izuku thought to himself.
"Trash indeed. He was getting sloppy and we didn't need that coming back to us." Kai replies carefully studying the younger's conflicted expression, "You read the report I had given you about that man and the things he spewed from that putrid mouth of his. He doesn't deserve your pity Izuku."
Izuku gave a nod again, Kai was right. 'Kacchan is always right.' he convinced himself. Kai held an arm open and Izuku scooted closer to Kai, nuzzling into the older's side as he wraps his arm around Izuku in a comforting manner, firm and secure, like he could shield the younger from all the world would throw at him. It seemed to work as Izuku took a deep breath then relaxed letting go of the guilt that had started to harbor. Closing his eyes at the close and intimate contact that Kai would only show to him. He resided to the fact that it was just the way his world worked and he needed to adjust. He would adjust... he hoped.
After a few moments, Izuku was calmed they separated. Not long after that Kai pulled a file out from a briefcase. Whether he was ready to adjust or not, he had the file placed on his lap. He opened it to look through the contents, "Another mission?" he asked before he felt like he couldn't breath.
He remembered this one, 'The Pro Hero Silverwings...' he thought. This particular hero was rather crooked, he wasn't on the board of popular heroes in fact he was only a few years into being pro. His quirk was an emitter class, able to sprout wings of silver energy that both helped him to fly, act as a shield for himself and can shoot out projectiles. Silverwings dealt with underground criminals and rumor had it that he would let certain criminals slip passed him and frame other people for those crimes for the right price, Izuku managed to confirm the rumors with his research. He was also the reason for a few of their members to be wrongfully incarcerated and ruined their families along the way. Izuku had done a lot of research to figure out everything about this 'Pro Hero', his habits, strengths and weaknesses.
"He's been captured thanks to your analysis reports, currently being held in one of our strongholds near the docks." Kai stated.
Izuku was surprised to hear that. "That's great! So what's going to happen to him?"
Kai looked to Izuku for a moment and he felt a pit forming in his gut as the car stopped at the location, "That's going to depend on you. Karasu." He replied leaving Izuku confused for a moment, "You'll be dealing his punishment."
Green eyes went wide at the implications of what was going to happen, "Me!?" He wasn't sure if he was ready, just watching someone actually die was traumatic enough for one day. Yet, if Kai thought he was ready he would swallow the fear and make his Kacchan proud. After all, this man was the reason so many people suffered all because the hero got greedy. He would definitely make him pay.
Katsuki sat with a group of his classmates as they took a break from their training. Most of them decided to work together to improve themselves for the upcoming Sports Festival and Bakugo was cohorst by Kirishima to be apart of the group. He really didn't mind because the simple fact was that he was able to hold nothing back when he sparred with Kiri, that hardening quirk came in handy for his explosive quirk and vise versa. The others that joined them were Mina, Kaminari, Jiro, Sero and Uraraka. He drank down his water as they chattered, he wouldn't particularly participate in the conversations unless it was to insult Pikachu when he did or said something stupid. However it didn't deter them from trying to get him to open up a little more.
"Bakubro." Kirishima called out again.
"Eh? What the hell do you want Shitty Hair?" the ash blonde grumbled.
Kirishima gave a toothy grin, "We were just talking about All Might's assignment. You know the one where we have to talk about the reason why we all decided to become heroes. Just wondering what your reason was."
"Why me? Why don't you guys talk about it first." he quipped back.
"Come on Bro, you always want to be first at everything so why not go first in sharing?" he teased.
Bakugo glared at the redhead, "Asshole." he bit back causing everyone to chuckle at his expense, "I don't feel like talking about it."
"Would it help if one of us went first Bakugo?" Uraraka questioned curiously.
"Feh, whatever Round Face. Why do you want to be a hero?" Bakugo wasn't really expecting her to answer though as he took a bite of his sandwich.
Uraraka blushed then giggled awkwardly, "To be honest? For the money." he nearly choked at that.
The others were surprised as well, "Eh? Seriously? I mean it's not that big of a deal if you're in it for the money, but...?"
"Well..." she then explained her home situation, her father's construction business. The lack there of in work, how she wanted to help her parents more, yet they insisted that she follow her own path. How she wanted to help them live an easier life and she decided becoming a Pro Hero could get her to that goal. Bakugo could understand that, the money wasn't for her, it was to support her family.
"That's so amazing Uraraka!" Mina gushed and hugged her classmate, "I want to be a hero because I want to help others with my quirk, I mean acid isn't exactly a safe substance for a normal job you know." she laughed, "Plus I'll get to beat up bad guys!" she added.
Majority had similar opinions for their reasons then all eyes went to Bakugo. He gave a grunt and groan there was no way he was going to reveal his real reason to wanting to become a Pro, "I want to be Number One, that's it." he lied.
Kirishima rose an eyebrow, "Seriously? That's the only reason?" His friend questioned obviously not convinced.
Katsuki frowned and looked out to the training grounds. Listening to them either take Kiri's side and poke him for some answers while the others defended him mentioning that he didn't have to share it with them if he didn't want to, but he stopped them when he finally did speak.
"I'll fucking say it in class... since I'll hate to repeat myself alright? Just let it go and let's get back to training." He stated firmly as he got to his feet obviously done with this conversation.
As he walked through the battle staging area he stopped a moment and looked up to the darkening sky his mind wandering to his missing companion and the horrible nightmare that would keep repeating almost every night. He wasn't sure if the dream was just his own subconscious playing guilt trips on him or if it was a warning of what was to come when he did eventually find him.
"A lot could have happened within the years, your friend might not be the same when you do find him." He remembered All Might warning him. He appreciated the fact that the hero didn't say 'if' meaning he believed Izuku was still out there somewhere.
"I know, but I'll hang onto the hope that he's the same nerd who's overly obsessed with heroes and quirks, always smiling and dreamed of being a hero himself one day... I have to keep that part of him alive somehow." Katsuki responded to which the mighty hero patted his shoulder and smiled proudly to him.
He exhaled heavily and shook his head to clear his thoughts. All he had to do was win the Sports Festival and accept the internship to the agency that All Might had suggested. Bakugo Katsuki was determined to see this through to the bitter end.
"I... I don't know about this... what if I mess up?" Izuku muttered softly. "What if I can't do it? What if—" He was cut off when Kai's hands were placed in his shoulders. Golden eyes staring into his own making his mind go still.
"Don't trouble yourself in overthinking," he began smoothly. "Remember why he's here. Everything that this so-called hero did to our fellow members and the repercussions that fell upon their families. Where is the heroic justice in that? Why does he get to walk away free after breaking the law himself?" Kai could see the anger that built up within his eyes at the recollection of past events. He knew Izuku's need for righting wrongs, his naturally strong sense of justice would over power his insecurities. Kai just needed to twist this trait into something more productive for a future yakuza member.
"..." Izuku's mind still battled over the idea of the end results of what he had to do.
"Go see for yourself, see what kind of person this man really is."
- - - - WARNING HEAVY TORTURE SCENE NOW - - - -
It was late, the docks were quiet, the sound of the surf broke the silence. However within a warehouse, nestled among many other seemingly abandoned ones, silence was a joke. The sound of strained screaming was muffled within the cold metal walls. There strapped to a bolted metal chair the Pro Hero Silverwings coughed out blood and lurched forward as he strained against the restraints.
"You sick bastards!" He called out with a panting snarl.
Silverwings has been locked up here for a day maybe two already. He had stopped trying to count the hours not long after his capture. It was hard to concentrate on anything when faced with nonstop torture. Trembling and panting from agonizing pain, he could hardly feel any part of his body other than prickling numbness throughout. His arms were useless, his back ripped to shreds, his chest oozing blood from the inflicted wounds.
There was talking going on amongst his spectators, the ringing in his head made it hard to make out so he opted to glare at them. He took in the group of yakuza members who were either standing or sitting in the background watching what was happening. He called them all sick because of who they were watching torture him. Standing nearer him was what the hero could tell was a young boy just getting into his teens if he had to guess. When the kid had entered his prison long hours ago, his first thought was he had been saved or that the kid had been taken from somewhere as well. What he wasn't expecting was the kid to be Yakuza. 'How the hell did it come to this?'
- - flashback - -
It was during a routine patrol through the slum part of the town. He was going to shake some small time criminals for 'protection fees' as he liked to call it. Walking out of the first establishment, about to pocket the cash, he was suddenly hit with nausea. He tried to shake the feeling as he heard footsteps approaching. With difficulty he summoned his wings only to be hit with another wave of nausea that left him feeling dizzy and unbalanced, like he had been drinking all day. His wings faded as he fell to one knee trying to steady himself and focus.
"Looks like Karasu was right, he can't summon that quirk of his without full concentration." One of the approaching figures stated as he stood over him. "Hey, Sakaki let's get him to the van before any real heroes come around." the man with yellow hair and a plague mask stated as he flipped through the cash that had just been within his grasp not a second ago, "Thank you for your generous contribution to the Shie Hassaikai, Jun Otoro."
Wide, shaky eyes stared up at the gangster; it was all coming clear to him now, the Yakuza. Otoro knew he screwed with the wrong people, but he didn't think he would be caught so soon, precise and let alone out in the open. He was wrong.
"But that's not going to help you now," he heard him say before he blacked out from something, he couldn't recall.
When he woke he was sporting a horrific hangover, his hands were fastened to the arm of a cold metallic chair while his ankles were bound to the legs. He looked around at the surroundings and a cold sweat came over him. He was sitting in the middle of a metal room, floors lined with plastic and cabinets filled with different tools all explicitly cleaned to a shine. The chair he was within was one that you would find in a dental office, but without the cushion or the knowing that you were in safe hands. His head whipped to the side when he heard a door opening.
'A kid?' He thought at first as his consciousness finally settled and he could think straight.
"Sir? Are you alright?" The boy had asked seemingly concerned.
"K-kid, you gotta get me out of here!" Otoro slurred out forcefully making the teen pause in his steps for a moment. 'Shit I can't scare him off...' "Listen kid.. I'm a Pro Hero, so I need you.. you to help me so I can fi-ight these bad guys that have us captured and we can get out of here safely..." he practically pleaded.
"Bad guys?" The kid questioned with a tilt of his head. It was then that the Pro noticed the mask. Dread, that's what hero felt. "From what I've discovered about you, you aren't exactly a righteous hero either. Far from it really."
"N-no... you've got to be shitting me... you're-you're just a kid! How are you with them?"
"How can I not with heroes in the world like you?" The boy spoke coldly, "How much money did you earn by letting real villains off the hook only to ruin lives of innocent people?"
"Innocent my ass! Yakuza, criminals, thugs; they're all villains and all fucking guilty!"
"Their families weren't." The boy's words were sharp.
Words were caught in his throat at that.
The boy continued, "While you profited, lives were ruined and families separated... You call that the work of a hero?"
"Kid open your eyes.. this group isn't clean either! Sure, I falsely imprisoned some small fry criminals for a good profit, but that's what they are, criminals and villains! They've been killing real innocent people since before you were even born; money laundering, prostitution rings, drug cartels, this group right here is the current kingpin of it all! You are literally in the Devil's Den! Those goons might not have been guilty for those crimes but they are exactly where they deserve to be!" He yelled out.
The captured hero panted from exerting so much energy into verbally defending himself. The boy stayed quiet for a moment. He watched the curly green haired teen take deliberately slow steps toward him.
"Who are you to say what they deserved?" The boy sneered, his green eyes almost luminous in the dimly lit room. It was like something clicked in the kid's aura, he was pissed. "When I was much younger I would watch the heroes on tv in awe and wonder. I looked up to you Heroes, after all, you stood for justice and truth, but I'm not a child anymore. I see you for what you really are. All of you aren't worthy of that title. The ideology of heroes are twisted into what you are. Greedy, self-centered hypocrites. Do you even feel guilty for what you've done? The blood money that you've accepted? The lives you sacrificed for your own selfish needs... they mean nothing to you."
Otoro gazed up at the ignima that was standing before him. This kid had a presence that spoke volumes and crushed him without even touching the Pro yet. "I..." again words were caught, the teen had a point, he couldn't even remember when he started to accept the bribes from criminals and couldn't recall the last time he felt the least bit guilty when he would see those he let slip passed him strike again. He was in it for the money and the fame.
"I thought so." the teen grounded out his eyes filled with hate as another figure joined him. The older man's golden eyes glaring down on the hero with a void malice. The kid look up to the man, "You were right Overhaul..."
"What shall his punishment be Karasu?"
Otoro's eyes shifted from Overhaul to Karasu as they spoke. 'Punishment?!' the Pro began to struggle against the restraints. Feeling more level headed now he needed to make enough room for him to summon his wings he might have a chance at escape.
Then Karasu spoke up, "Miako's eight year old daughter was found severely injured in a ditch near her boarding house." This made the hero freeze in his movements. 'That guy had a daughter?' he thought as the teen continued. "Her attackers had first broken all her fingers then her forearms. She won't be able to properly use her arms again. All because her father was a convicted villain." The Pro Hero's eyes were wide at the reveal of what had happen to the girl all because he wrongfully convicted her father. "I think that's a good place to start."
"Sounds perfect, now, I'll show you what to do, but only once, you'll have to do the rest, understand?" Overhaul instructed.
The hero let out a shout and struggled to break free as Overhaul approached, "Don't you fucking touch me!" Otoro demanded, but it fell on deaf ears. His gaze fell back on the kid, Overhaul was using him to teach the kid to properly torture someone! "You're sick!" He shouted at the older yakuza. Overhaul laid his palm on top of Otoro's hand holding it firmly down even with the hero flailing with all his might screaming for him to not do it. Overhaul then started slowly bending the finger back, all the while instructing the younger one what he was doing, the fact that he was doing this agonizingly slow was probably the worst, "Don't! Stop!STOOOP!"
POP CRACK SNAP
He let out a horrific scream as the sickening pain from that snapped finger rushed through his body. Yet it didn't stop there, after that the kid picked up where the older left off. One by one the kid broke each finger and the Hero was in so much pain he couldn't think straight to use his quirk. He thought there was nothing worse than that, he was again wrong, Karasu proceeded to break his forearms. Silverwings was cussing out profanities, tears streaming down his face.
The next torture the kid had ready for him was another unfortunate incident with the eldest son of the other criminal. He was lacerated by his classmates, 'villain' etched into his chest. And thus Otoro's bonds were undone and he was forced down to the ground facing the legs of the chair. Sobs of anguish from his broken limbs poured out of him before he felt a new stinging pain that lit up his back. He was being whipped, repeatedly. 'This was what these kids had to go through...' he thought as he cried out with every lash, 'I put them through this!' he couldn't stay kneeling anymore he crumbled onto the metal chair for support only to be turned over.
Karasu knelt beside his crumpled figure and twirled the knife in his hands. Even though the Hero's mind was fogged with numbing pain, he could see the hesitation in the teen's eyes. Otoro shook his head, hoping the kid would show some mercy. But the hesitation and doubt faded as Overhaul encouraged him to keep going. "N-no.. pl-please... mercy..."
Karasu's eyes crinkled, "Mercy? You haven't earned that." He muttered as the tip of the blade poked the sensitive flesh of his chest.
Otoro pleaded again, but the pleas turned to cries as the knife began to slowly carve words. 'Villain' written across his chest as blood trailed down his torso. He could no longer only imagine what he had put the families through, he no longer thought that what he was doing was justified. All this pain was being forced upon the children who never asked for their parent to be a criminal. He sobbed and broke inside he deserved this, he realized and he was terribly sorry.
Otoro wasn't sure when his torture became entertainment for other members, but it looked like close to a dozen others were watching what Karasu was doing to him. It was sick to witness this, this kid was being taught to turn off his emotions, to torture and kill.
"The worst for last. Kenji's wife was fatally burned by Endeavor because she ran from authorities with her child when they were trying to take the little girl away. Thankfully, Sanji is still alive though permanently scarred on her arms and legs, her mother though died from her injuries."
Otoro paled even more than he thought he could, burned... alive... "god no..." he muttered terrified, "please... don't kill me... I'm sorry! I'm sorr— No! Let me go!" One of the spectating members of the group, the largest one, picked him up off the ground and slammed him back onto the chair. "Please! Kid you can't do this! You'll be just like them! You—"
"Shut up." Rappa backhanded and his head felt like it was spinning again as a sharp ringing ran through his mind. He knew there was conversations happening in those moments but he could hardly hear any of it.
- - end flashback - -
That's how he came to be in this state. There displayed broken and on the brink of death. He spat out blood towards the group of Yakuza cursing their existence. His sights landed on the kid, he looked terrifying, Karasu gazed at him like he was the villain. He wheezed out his breath as he watched the young yakuza turn to Overhaul who was speaking to him. Otoro strained to hear what was being said.
"Once you're done just leave him, Soramitsu will clean up the remains," he stated. That's when the beaten hero watched as Overhaul caressed the side of the youth's face tenderly, "You did such a good job, I'm so proud of you," he heard Overhaul praise the boy as he ran his gloved fingers through the kid's green locks. Otoro could see the happiness in Karasu at the praise and leaned himself into the affection.
'This guy's got him so messed up... how long has this kid been influenced by this phychopath...' he thought. This would be his last few moments of his life. Witnessing the initiation of a yazuka member, the birth of a villain. Becoming the first victim on Karasu's list.
"You sick bastards..." he muttered through bloody lips.
When all but Karasu and a guy with a burlap mask on left the room he knew his death was near. Karasu's green eyes cut back to him. Visibly gulping the hero stared right back.
"You can't... don't let them influence you like this..." The Hero pushed himself to speak. Karasu's eyes wavered slightly before looking to the wall of tools. "You gotta see how wrong this is—"
"All I see. Is a fake hero finally facing real justice for his crimes against humanity." He interrupted firmly. "I am fully aware of what my family business entails. They taught me ever since I was small, seeing that I'll one day help to run as well." Karasu was now standing near the wall of tools. "The Shie Hassaikai is family. You mess with one of us and you'll receive equivalent retribution." The teen grabs a few containers and turns back to him, "You are the reason their children suffer, why his wife is dead. It's only fair you have the same treatment."
All the while the kid is speaking Otoro shakes his head, sobbing out apologies and begging to be shown mercy. He could hear the other man in the room muttering to himself that he was hungry over and over again staring right at him. His heart drummed wildly as he struggled to regain any sense of himself. He didn't want to die.
"Kacchan always told me that society was ill, they had a sickness call 'Hero Syndrome' that needed to be cured. I was skeptical at first. But now I see what he means. You are infected," Karasu stated in a tone that was purely disgusted.
Silverwings yelped and sputtered when liquid hit his bare and opened flesh. It smelled like... "NO! No! Please! SOMEONE HELP ME! HELP!"
Karasu stood in front of him with a book of matches, the gleam in his green eyes showed no mercy from him, "and those infected, must be purified and purged." He struck the match and tossed it onto his lap. All Silverwings could comprehend is burning pain for what feels like eternity, which he really only lasted a few minutes if that.
Izuku really did try to keep his emotions from coming through. He watched the flames erupt from his victim the screaming would definitely be haunting him for weeks. The whole time he had been mentally battling within himself over this 'mission' and in the end, both sides agreed, this was justice.
"Little Boss." Izuku glances to Soramitsu who was standing beside him now unmasked, "You should leave. Big Boss is waiting." He advises to which Izuku nodded, glancing once more to the burning ex hero before turning away and exiting the room just as the smell of burning flesh was beginning to infiltrate his senses.
Once out of the room he quickly rushed to a nearby wall and propped his hands against it breathing heavily, leaning his forehead against the cool metal. His hand shot up, quickly unbuckling and removing his masks to take deeper breaths to calm his queezy stomach. When he was in there everything was within the moment, he had been running on adrenaline and the encouragement from not only Kacchan, but his fellow yakuza. Now, all that had transpired came crashing over him. 'What did I just do...' he thought to himself as he fell to his knees. A hand made itself known on the small of his back and he found Kai right there beside him.
"Let's get you some air. Come on." The older coaxed Izuku into getting back up to his feet and walked him outside of the wearhouse. Once outside he could appreciate the fresh salty air. He opted to keep his mask off as he recovered, much to Kai's displeasure.
"I just killed someone..." Izuku found himself muttering.
"You did the world a favor kid." Both he and Kai were suddenly on alert as a new presence made himself known. The figure landed solidly on the concrete ground a few yards away.
Kai glared at the man, but Izuku's eyes were wide in awe, "Stain the Hero Killer!" He has read so much about this vigilante, the fact that he was there excited the young yakuza into forgetting his queeziness just moments before.
The vigilante smirked, "I'm impressed that you've heard of me."
"How long have you been here?" Kai questioned with dark tone.
"You took my intended target. Took a while to follow your trail, but I got here in time to watch this kid serve that fake hero the real justice he deserved."
Kai's eyes narrowed, he didn't like the fact that he nor any of his subordinates hadn't been alerted to the uninvited spectator.
"I am curious." Stain began as he gazed from Overhaul then to Izuku, "How exactly were you able to locate and disarm him so quickly? It took me near a year to finally track down his routine and weakness. It hadn't even been a month since he had used some of your lackeys as scapegoats."
"Yakuza secret." Izuku replied with a smile, "However, I don't particularly mind selling the information I've gathered on Pro Heroes and Villains alike. My work isn't cheap though."
Kai looked down to Izuku in surprise. He could see the wheels working in the young heir's mind. Izuku was once again within the moment, taking advantage of what he obviously saw as an opportunity to create a new relationship for their organization. Kai had to admit that it was a brilliant idea. No one had ever been able to get this close to the Hero Killer and lived to tell the tale. So he would allow Izuku to continue this venture and see what happens. Not like it was the first time they sold his analysis reports for the right price.
"Heh, you've got spunk kid." The Hero Killer grinned. "I like that. What exactly would the price be for your information?"
"Tell you what, I'll gladly give you any analysis report in exchange for a partnership of sorts. Not saying for you to officially join the yakuza, but it's always good to have an extra ace in the hole for when I'm in need of it. What do think Overhaul?" He offered.
"This is your deal, but I don't find anything particularly wrong with the offer."
"Neither do I. You got yourself a deal kid."
"The name's Karasu, pleasure to be doing business with you, Stain."
Phew, that was exhausting. I've never written a torture scene before so hopefully i did well.
I'm so happy to have this chapter finished. And yes, I have added Stain as a side character whom I am excited to use in the future~
I'll be working on the next chapter, but in the mean time please continue to leave reviews, let me know what you think for it motivates me to write faster
Till next time~ :)
