Hey! Time for the third story! I personally enjoyed writing this story, Bakugou's Pov is quite intresting.
Beta read and by missingSkywalker or Ebony as I call them
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Ossuary (n)
A receptacle for the bones of the dead
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If Katsuki knew that being a hero included doing the equivalent of watchmen's duty, well, he would still be a hero. But that's besides the point. The point is that why was he assigned to do something that someone quirkless would do. Not something that he would normally do. And why would they put him - a well known and well feared hero - to watch the place where they wanted to catch the perpetrator.
The real question is: why would someone break into an ossuary of all places? It was only full of bones, nothing of value. Unless they had some quirk related to bones. Then maybe employing him as the guard had some use. He got the chance to fight someone.
A smile crawled onto his face, his quirk pooling into his hands at the thought of a fight. But he just clenched his fists, stopping any sparks from forming. It would do no good to scare off the perpetrator if he wanted a fight.
His gaze shot up, a faint rustling coming from near the ossuary. How could've someone gotten past him? He might have been thinking, but he wasn't that dull.
He quickly stood and scoped out the entrance. It was tall, almost expansive. Large doors were firmly shut and with a shake of the handles, locked. Then how could they have gotten in? He just ignored that with a shake of his head. No matter how they got it, there's only one exit, so he'll just have to corner them within the building. He took the cool and surprisingly modern-looking key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. It opened slowly, but silently. He closed it behind him, cutting of the light from the outside. It wasn't like there was a large difference between the night outside and the dark inside, but there was a chilling air to the room. Nothing that made him nervous, it was just different.
He carefully maneuvered around any stray bones on the floor. With all the dust and clutter, no one has been here for ages. He could swear that spiders wouldn't even want to live here.
His fingers brushed against the wall of the ossuary, the brick rough from wear. There were no signs of life within the halls; and to his knowledge, no other ways anyone could've have gone. So where were they? But he ventured forward without hesitation. He was not going to be bested by some bone-stealing villain.
He kept walking through the winding hallways, glancing into the short wings that cropped up occasionally. This tedious search almost make him blow through the wall, his teeth gritted. How long was this hallways? He had to get somewhere soon. It's not like it can go on forever.
But the hallway opened up ahead. There must be something ahead. Or at least something different than the hallways he had been walking through. After barging through the entryway, the room was bland. There were no bones or anyone waiting. But it also looked like someone had been here recently, with the lack of dust. Sparks of explosions flickered in his hands, mirroring his smile. Someone was going to be here. He just had to move forward and he would find whoever did this and fight them.
He wanted to storm across the room, but something made him pause. Thin, almost invisible lines covered the floor. Tripwire. He bit his lip. He could walk around the tripwire, or he could just run through, yelling Screw this! at the top of his lungs. One of those options definitely sounded better than the other.
He stepped around the tripped wire he could see, taking great care in where he stepped. He didn't know what would happen, and he didn't want to risk bring the whole room down on him. But luck wasn't on his side. His boot got snagged on one of the wires, and snapping sound filled the room. "Oh shi-" He ran across the room towards the far hallway.
He his chest rose and fell with each breath, looking back towards the empty room. Nothing had happened, but it could be some alert system. He didn't want to stick around to find out. Nor did he want to retreat. He'll just keep whatever smidge of element of surprise he still has by moving forward. He was going to drag this villain out of this ossuary by their hair if he had to.
The empty room disappeared behind him with every step forward. His quirk was just beneath the surface of his skin, waiting to be released. It was going to be soon. The hallways were just as barren as the room, dust cleared and everything. It was almost strange how clean it was. Like someone was trying to keep it clean.
A voice made him stop. He had finally reached them. It had took him long enough. His quirk flared and he didn't try to contain it. He was going to fight someone, and he was going to enjoy it.
He started sprinting, a smile tugging at his lips. A moment later a wooden door appeared. It looked out of place in the pure stone ossuary, but that didn't stop him from blowing the door off.
As the smoke and rubble cleared, a figure formed. He prepared his quirk, until he recognized the figure. His quirk fizzled out. "Deku, what the hell are you doing?"
Deku turned, his eyes wide and so hauntingly familiar. "Kacchan! You're not supposed to be here."
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So, there will be continuation to this story. It'll be posted Friday or Monday, depending on how much time I have to write.
-Fade from the Light