Hiya, I'm Morikei. Some things before we get into this. I've wanted to write a Yakuza story so here it is. This is going to be an OC-centric story part of a series featuring different characters starting with Hawks. It'll be following canon once we get to the point. Since for me it's more natural with series that mainly take place in Japan, there will be honorifics and surnames first. It's a Hawks/OC, rated M for language, violence, adult problems, and eventual smuts. My Hero Academia belongs to Kohei Horikoshi. I'm just a fan. Thank you for taking the time to read this and please enjoy your stay.

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"What a cage is to the wild beast, law is to the selfish man."
-Herbert Spencer

The Caged Hummingbird

"Are you done with your tantrum?"

The answer was no but Kitakaze Nagisa held her tongue as she looked away from her father. She hated the man with every little fiber of her being and then some. His pitch-black gaze bore into her. She was sitting on the tatami floor in the middle of the room with a few other people surrounding her like hungry hyenas. At least it was just these jokers and not her father's personal bodyguards.

This was the household of Ryuhasu, an old Yakuza family operating within Kyoto. They were better known as the Koryumiya-gumi throughout the underground. Nagisa unfortunately was the granddaughter of the current head of the family and her father was his son.

"Answer me."

His voice was ice yet she still stayed silent. That earned her another backhand to her cheek. It stung. At this point, she was used to the humiliation she was forced to endure whenever her father would reprimand her. She just had to sit there and behave since he was her elder. He got off on it, Nagisa knew that. Disgusting bastard. It was his little show of power that he was to be the next leader of the Koryumiya.

Despite the rumors.

Oh, the rumors! Her beloved father and mother were only keeping ties with her grandfather for the money and privileges. There was talk that Nagisa could become the next leader even though she was a woman. She was liked better than her father. Only slightly, but enough to have the family and most of the members in her favor. There were only a few people who still followed her father. Whether he actually paid attention to the rumors or not, Nagisa didn't know. Nor did she really care.

"I had to come here to drag your fucking ass back to the house after three weeks of you missing. Three fucking weeks!" He shouted, running a hand through his hair. It was all for show and he didn't drag her home. She came home on her own. "My father should exile you from this family. I bet it would do everyone a favor."

"It won't happen."

When Nagisa spoke, it made people listen. It wasn't the loud and obnoxious roar of a lion that her father had. It was more of a distant rumble of an incoming storm. Just like her grandfather. She finally looked at him, indigo eyes filled with pure abhorrence. His face was twisted in anger. He had hoped for a son. Her grandfather had hoped for a grandson. One that had inherited the Ryuhasu Quirk or a combination of her parents. But instead, they got Nagisa who had neither of her parents' abilities.

"What did you say to me?"

"You heard what I said. Haven't you been paying attention to the whispers floating around? The ones where your own father wants to cast you out?"

He snapped and lunged for her as his body shifted. Every single time he does this and every single time she stops him. She raised a hand and created a pale green wall of wind in front of her, causing her father to smash face-first into it with gnashing teeth. It sent him flying back in coils of gold. The other occupants of the room quickly stood to pull her father's writhing form up, a few of them being sent to the floor in his rage. His golden, serpentine body whipped back and forth, talons lashing out at those who dared to stop him from "disciplining" his daughter. Nagisa kept the wall up as she rose to her feet and glowered down at the beast.

"You should be careful of what you say, Father." She spat out the word with pure venom in her tone. "You don't want the boss to hear such insolence."

She turned to leave the room for the veranda, dispersing the wind and ignoring the shouting from that poor excuse of a parent. She wasn't out of the woods yet. Sitting on the dark wooden planks was Ryuhasu Tatsumu, the head of the family. His pitch-black hair seemed darker in the shadows of the overhang as the sun began to set. He sat with such pride and composure. Despite the modern times and always being under surveillance, her grandfather was careful. The Yakuza aren't mindless criminals like the Villains in today's society, but a well-orchestrated group that carried out their jobs with precision.

"Sit."

His voice cut through the early evening like a burning blade through ice. It was a command and Nagisa obeyed. She sat down, cross-legged, a few feet from him and kept her eyes down on the mossy stone path. The traditional Japanese-style house sat on several acres in the forests outside the capital. Before her was a koi pond with a slender light wooden bridge surrounded by azalea bushes. There was a rock garden to the right of the pond and a greenhouse to the left. In the far right corner was an outside training ring.

Nagisa had spent more time out here than inside the house as a child, practicing her Quirk on her own. She was raised by her grandmother, the head's wife because her parents believed they did their part in birthing an heir. She hadn't spoken to her mother in years and her father was only around to show off for his declining number of followers. Her grandparents were strict with her but never abusive, and as she got older, she slowly earned their respect. It was her grandmother who gave her the name "Nagisa" since her own mother refused to give her a name.

"You should be careful of what you say as well, Nagisa. If my son can prove himself worthy, then yes, he will be the head of the Koryumiya. If not, well..." He trailed off with a hum, taking a few moments before speaking again. "My two brothers have no interest in this family nor do their children and your father doesn't wish to produce another heir. He doesn't seem to want to change his childish attitude either. My hand may very well be forced in the end."

She took a careful glance at her grandfather. He was staring up at the sky, lost in his thoughts. Everyone with Ryuhasu blood had black hair and eyes. Her mother had dark brown hair and grey eyes. Nagisa had lime hair and indigo eyes. From what she knew, she takes after her grandparents on her mother's side. Her last name as well, but she wasn't allowed to ask about them or look for information about them. It was the same with her Quirk. Her mother's was a transformation-type Quirk that allowed her to turn into animals after touching them, but only one animal a day. The Ryuhasu are all able to turn into a golden Japanese dragon the size of a three-story building.

Nagisa was able to manipulate air. At first, it was barely puffs of wind from her palms. Now she was able to create powerful gales that could slice through trees. As she got older, she noticed her hearing became better and she was able to detect vibrations around her. By concentrating on the air surrounding her within a certain radius, she turned into a sort of radar system, but not when she was fighting. Flying, she believed, was possible. Each time she tried, she fell back to the ground after a few feet. So instead she just surrounds herself in wind to increase her speed.

But it does have its drawbacks. Using her Quirk too much can cause severe migraines and bloody noses because of the amount of concentration it takes to focus and shape the air. Most of the scars she has were from her underestimating her control. She was made to learn to use her Quirk on her own, but she was taught how to use a katana and firearms by the Yakuza as ordered by her grandfather.

"Oh, there was something I needed to discuss with you." He looked at Nagisa as he placed his hands in the sleeves of his yukata. "There's a job I would like you to do. We've located one of our defectors in Kyushu. You're to terminate him and whatever operation he has created."

"Where in Kyushu?"

"Fukuoka. If you have a problem going then I'll send someone else, and you can join me in the meeting with the Shie Hassaikai."

She didn't want to do either of those, but she'd rather go to Fukuoka than deal with the unnerving leader of the Shie Hassaikai. She had never met him in person, only seen him wandering around the Koryumiya compound after meetings with his disturbing beak mask. The air about him seemed foul. The three weeks she was "gone" according to her father, she was actually on another job in Aomori that her grandfather gave her. She didn't reply to his messages which caused him to act like a petulant child. Going to Fukuoka didn't sound too bad though even if it was for a termination.

"I'll go to Kyushu."

"Good. An informant will meet you tonight in Yamashina at 1 am. Leave once you have the information and take all the time you need."

He went silent and gestured for her to go with a wave of his hand. Nagisa stood, bowed her head, and left for the front of the house. She followed the veranda past the rock garden and living quarters. Other than the cicadas, the evening was quiet. She wasn't sure if her father was still around and she didn't want to find out, so she quickened her pace, turning a corner and almost into someone.

"Hey hey watch where you're going yeah?!"

Nagisa was going to apologize until she saw who it was. Standing just inches away was the young head of the Shie Hassaikai. She quickly stepped back and avoided the gaze of the eerie man with a quick sorry under her breath. There were also three other people. A shorter person wearing a white coat, one with a wide-brim hat and a doll-looking thing that was giving her the death glare and berating her for almost running into them.

"You're Koryumiya's next head, Kitakaze Nagisa. Aren't you?"

"Those are just rumors. You're called Overhaul, right?"

Overhaul cocked his head to the side slightly. "I am and I heard otherwise. There are quite a few of your members talking about how you're going to take over the Koryumiya after Ryuhasu Tatsumu steps down."

"It's just a rumor." Nagisa felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise. She was right about the air being foul around him and she didn't like being in the presence of this man. "Can I help you with something?"

"Actually yes. I'm quite curious about something and I have a question for you."

"Go on."

He raised a gloved hand to his bird-like mask, scratching the side of it. "Your grandfather seems to share the same ideals I do. About how society today is filled with the sickness called Quirks. What do you think about it?"

The calmness of his voice made Nagisa feel unsettled. "Honestly? It probably would be better off without Quirks. Villains created Heroes. Heroes created more Villains. Those like us have to stick to the gutters to survive."

"Interesting. So, you would be better off without your Quirk?"

"I would actually yes. It's a pain in the ass and has a mind of its own sometimes. If that's all, I have a termination job to get to."

She bowed to the small group to be polite and left through one of the rooms that were used for meetings to the hallway that led to the foyer. One of the many maids was there with a broom and only nodded her head at the young woman when she pulled on her boots and grabbed her blazer and dark grey briefcase from the closet. As with many others of the Yakuza members, Nagisa dressed semi-formal in a suit. Tie and all. It was useful for blending in sometimes, giving her the appearance of a typical saleswoman. Resting up against the closest wall in the corner was a black-sheathed katana. How much blood was stained into the blade?

A sigh passed her lips. Once she pulled her blazer on, with her katana and briefcase at hand, she headed outside where her two subordinates were waiting. The man on the right was tall and stocky with a strengthened Quirk and the man on the right was shorter and lankier with the ability to stretch his arms via metallic-like cables in his forearms. Since they became members of the Yakuza, they gave up their real names and went by the codenames given to them by her. Every single person who's not directly related to the Ryuhasu are given codenames as a reminder they have abandoned their normal lives and no longer belong in the Hero-filled society.

"So, what's the job, Nagisa-san?" the lanky Wire asked.

"A termination job in Fukuoka. One of our defectors was found. We're going to one of our nightclubs in the Yamashina Ward to wait for an informant and leave as soon as we get the intel."

A wide smile spread across the stocky Heft's face. "Nothing like strippers and alcohol before a job."

"Don't go too crazy," Nagisa warned with a sigh. "We're leaving as soon as we get the information."

They filed into the standard black Toyota Century waiting for them at the front gate with Heft driving and Wire in the passenger seat. Nagisa got into the spot right in the middle to give her a better view of the surroundings. She placed the briefcase on the floor and the katana across her lap, letting Heft know she was good to go.

Another night, another soon-to-be dead body. Wonderful.

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