Midoriya Izuku screws the silencer onto his pistol and checks the magazine, of which he has multiple. He's expecting around 200 people to be in the compound, all in various states of work, recreation, and sleep. His first marks will be Chisaki Kai, alias Overhaul, and Kurono Hari, alias Chronostasis. He has a VIP act planned for those two, and in the pocket of his hoodie, his hand brushes against the stiletto knife.
In his messenger bag is all of his ammo, with more than enough room for anything he finds and wants to keep.
Izuku slips in through a window left open from a smoke break. From the map of the compound he's made and memorized, he knows that he has to go down the right hallway and take a left if he wants to get to Chisaki's room. The room he's in is empty, and he knows that patrols come around every eight minutes.
Good. It gives him time to take out the big bad before anyone notices. After that, he'll take care of everyone else.
He makes his way down the hallway with silent steps, keeping the edges of the halls - that way, any creaking of the floorboards is minimized. After all, this is an old minka*.
It's easy to find Chisaki Kai's room. It's easier to slip in, because the man is dead asleep. It's even easier to shut the door behind him, pull out the stiletto, and position it over the man's eye.
It's infinitely harder to actually do it. To kill this man.
But he has to. To save a little girl, he has to kill this man, Chisaki Kai, and Kurono Hari, and everyone else who's hurting her.
He has to.
And so he does, and the pop of the eye makes him want to throw up. The shlup as the knife sinks deeper, and then the gentle thud as the tip hits the back of the skull.
Chisaki Kai jerks once, and then he doesn't move ever again. It's a terrifying thing, and then all emotions, all doubts, leave Izuku.
Now that it's over, he realizes how simple it is to kill someone. How easy it is to snuff out a light.
And he's gonna do it again, and again, and again, and however many times it takes.
He'll be fine.
But he has to move quickly. Next is Kurono Hari.
It's easier, now that he knows what to expect. He wipes the blade on the bedsheets, and puts it into the bag, now that he's done with it. He'll have to dump it in a river somewhere, or maybe bury it in the woods. That's a decision for future Izuku, though, because now it's time to use the gun he's been practicing with for the past four months.
The first shot he makes whispers as it finds its place in the chest of a man alone in a room. The silencer does its job wonderfully. He makes his way through rooms, not giving anyone enough time to even shout before they find a bullet somewhere important. Most of the people are sleeping when they die. Those who aren't are either playing card games, eating, or having sex. Izuku doesn't mind much what they're doing, only that they stop doing it. Empty magazines make their way back into the bag, switched out for full ones.
The patrol that comes every eight minutes isn't actually prepared for an intruder, which makes his job much easier, and then he's done with the minka proper. Now it's time for the labs, which lie underneath.
He has to be quick. He can't risk anything going wrong. He can't risk her.
These people are easier to kill, because Izuku knows that they have an intimate knowledge of what Kai does to the little girl (t here is a type of familiarity that falls between the killer and the killed, and one piece of that familiarity is the given name). Anyone who willingly and willfully works with and enables a child abuser is morally reprehensible, and Izuku treats them as such. Its almost awful, how easily the hesitation has left him. But it's not a problem, because he won't dwell on it, and anyways. It's not like anyone will be left to remind him.
It's a bit difficult to keep a path free of bodies or blood, but he does it anyways. He doesn't want to scare the little girl any more than absolutely necessary. He checks every nook and cranny of the labs for more yakuza, finding none. It seems that there's no one other than her being kept prisoner, so he puts a bullet in every person who isn't in the room of the little girl.
There's a distinct difference in the ratio of masculine to feminine yakuza, he notices. Must be a villain thing. He pushes the thought out of his head; he's here to kill, not to debate the gender gap in villainy or its causes and effects.
It takes 45 minutes, and he takes somewhere around 150 people. That's 3.3 repeating people a minute, he muses. It sounds about right, and then he's unloading the gun and shoving it into his bag. He's made a point to get as little blood on himself as possible, and the black will take care of anything that splashed (not that he got close enough for any splashing, other than with Kai and Hari).
He brushes himself off, and looks at the door. It's plain. This is it. This is why he's done this awful thing. He'll save her.
It's worth it, his heart screams as it splinters.
He takes a deep breath and places his hand on the doorknob, twisting it open.
- a minka is the name for a traditional japanese house