Hiya. Nagisa gets a bit violent. Sorry...also I think this site has derped out once again. No views have been updated since it was posted yet there's a follow/favorite. Hope it's not because of my terrible writing. Either way thank you again for taking the time to read this!

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The Reason Why She's Called Aokijo

Once they arrived and left the station, a silver Mercedes S Class was waiting for the three. Nagisa paid the man presenting the car to them and off they went. It shouldn't be more than a fifteen-minute drive through the forested hills where a storehouse was. It stayed quiet between them for the most part. Nagisa tapped her finger against her thigh while she watched the sky lighten as dawn slowly approached.

"Something bothering you, Nagisa-san?"

Wire sure did know how to disrupt her thoughts with his questions. There was, but she didn't know what. She told a half lie. "I'm just thinking...about what would happen if I was to take over the Koryumiya."

The lanky man let out a hum. "Other than you're father being pissed off, I doubt much would change. Well, some of the other families might not agree."

"That asshole would throw a fucking fit!" Heft exclaimed with a boisterous laugh. "He hasn't done a damn thing for the family."

"You have a point, Heft. What would you do if you did take the lead, Nagisa-san?"

What would she do indeed? The obvious answer would be to disband the whole operation and let everyone go at each other's throats. She'd let them make themselves known to the surface world and let the Heroes capture them. She'd probably turn herself in to escape the Underworld.

But isn't that the easy way out?

She could use the Koryumiya to destroy the other Yakuza families. Start a massive war in the gutters. Do the Heroes' damn job for them.

Nagisa finally replied, more to her own wandering thoughts rather than Wire's question. "We'll know if we get to that point."

A silence fell over the three in the car. She really didn't want it. She doesn't want anything to do with the Yakuza anymore. Yet she doesn't have a choice. If her grandfather was to pass the leadership to her, it would mean she'd never have a chance to escape. Her fate wasn't sealed. Yet.

But what was really bothering her? It wasn't the job. It wasn't entirely her family. Her brows furrowed and her head throbbed from thinking too much about the matter. She closed her eyes, taking slow breaths. Right now, she needs to focus on what's happening now rather than what might happen.

Heft parked the vehicle down the street away from the storehouse and Nagisa stayed inside while the other two got out with plain white masks. She grabbed the briefcase and stared at the mask inside before taking it then exited. The building in the distance was dark but she could flashlights moving about. Her hand gripped the hilt of her katana tightly.

"The two of you go ahead and start taking out as many as possible on the perimeter. Leave Hisaguchi and whoever else is inside to me."

Heft charged after enhancing his body and Wire extended his cable arms to head into the trees. It wasn't long before the sound of shouting and gunshots reached her ears. Nagisa pulled on her mask and took a running start before surrounding her body in wind and jumped. The short moment she felt weightless made her blood sing. She landed a few feet away from a heavily damaged fence from where Heft bull-charged through. There were a few guards already dead from being torn apart. She stepped over the pieces and entered the building right of the warehouse.

It was dead quiet. Nagisa stood pass the threshold and listened carefully, activating her air radar. There were faint footsteps as well as the soft shink of a blade unsheathing coming from down the hall, heading right in her direction. The footsteps quickened as a shadowy mass launched itself at her. She unsheathed her katana halfway to block a tanto from slashing her neck. The shadows solidified and the middle-aged man looked partially impressed.

"I'm surprised you blocked that," he snarled as he backed off. "It's rare for-"

She silenced him by cutting his head off, blood spraying the walls like thrown paint. The head bounced a couple of times before rolling to a stop as the decapitated body collapsed to the floor in dead weight. She kept her katana out and walked deeper into the house. She paused once she reached a dirty kitchen to listen. There was someone else upstairs. Two someones.

She was caught off guard when she felt something suddenly pummeled her in the stomach. She was able to keep her footing and braced for another attack by surrounding herself in a bubble of wind. Whatever hit her backed off and she saw a young man hopping from one foot to another.

"Who the fuck are you?"

She didn't answer.

"Did you cut off his head?"

She stayed quiet. The man must have gotten the hint and vanished from her sight. His body became a blur as he bounced from one side of the room to the other like a rubber ball. His speed kicked up the trash laying around. Nagisa didn't bother following his movements with her eyes. She just stood there in her little bubble and listened. He was just toying with her, waiting for her to drop her wind so he could attack. Clever but it was going to take more than that. It was just luck that he managed to get one hit off of her. Credit where credit was due though, he was a smarter fighter than the shadowy man.

Nagisa was going to purposely fall for his little plight and drop her wind barrier. She heard him bounce off the wall from behind and his body lunged right at her. She quickly ducked, feeling the breeze of him pass over her. He was quick to recover and he charged while she was still kneeling.

Just what she wanted.

Just before his fist planted itself right in her face, Nagisa used her wind to change his direction and sent him face-first hard into the floor. Before he had a chance to right himself, she stabbed him through the back of his thigh. He yelped through clenched teeth and twisted his body to try and kick her with his heel. She raised her free hand and created a curved blade of wind, cutting his leg just below the knee. His teeth weren't clenched anymore as he shouted from the new pain. He clawed at the wooden floor to try and escape. Nagisa twisted to her katana in his thigh, earning her another cry. She crouched next to him, grabbed him by his hair, and yanked his head back.

"Where is Hisaguchi Tachi?"

"Like I'll tell you anything you son of a bitch."

She quickly swiped a finger over the side of his neck, not deep enough to cut his jugular. "It'll be deeper next time. Where is Hisaguchi?"

He shut his mouth, falling silent and breathing heavily through his nose. So she cut off one of his ears. He tried to break free from her grasp as he muffled his scream through closed lips.

"Where. Is. He?"

He still said nothing, but he pointed up with a shaky hand. She let his head go and stood, removing her blade from his thigh. The man tried to crawl away from her but mercy wasn't in her dictionary today. She pierced his heart, holding the katana firmly as his body twitched. She calmly waited until he stopped moving before sauntering up the stairs. She could hear hurried footsteps run away from her and she caught the tail end of someone booking it. She hurried after, seeing her target jump out the window. She stood in front of the opening, watching as Hisaguchi Tachi stumbled over the dead bodies of his guards, and shouting at how pathetic they all were for failing to do their job.

Nagisa jumped from the second story, propelling herself with her wind to kick Hisaguchi square in the back. He tumbled several times until he smashed into the flat side of a shed. Nagisa landed on a boulder with her sword resting on her shoulder. Her target stood up, coughing from the dust as he faced Nagisa.

"Well well well, if it isn't the Aokijo bitch. Am I dangerous enough for Ryuhasu to send out his loyal dog?" He was trying to act tough yet there was visible panic in his eyes. His heartbeat was thumping erratically and his voice had a quiver.

She said nothing and jumped from her perch. As much as she wanted to end his life with a simple swipe of her wind-covered blade, she was going to make him suffer. Hisaguchi planned on fighting her as his hands began to heat up to a vibrant yellowish-orange. He rushed toward her with his fists ready to burn flesh. She sheathed her weapon, raising a hand to create a little whirlwind in her palm.

Just as he was about to punch her, she thrust her open palm right at his chest. The heat from his hands singed her suit. His body was caught in the swirl and sent him flying back into the shed horizontally. She heard a loud crack as the lower part of his spine slammed into the corner hard. His anguished cry rang out. She stalked towards him with wind swirling around her in tandem with her calm anger. She crouched in front of him and he tried to grab her with his blazing hand. She flicked her wrist and away his appendage went. Hisaguchi watched in horror as his hand was cleanly sliced off and he screamed, grabbing the stump with his remaining hand. At least he was smart enough to cauterize it. Not that it was going to do him any good.

"You fucking asshole! The fucking lot of your family!"

She held a finger just before his face and swiped down, leaving a deep gash that destroyed his left eye. Hisaguchi hunched over, clutching his damaged face without using his Quirk. His body convulsed from the pain as he began crying, giving into his cowardice. Remembering the images she saw in the folder of his victims fueled her rage. Children and young teens were under the influence of drugs, unable to defend themselves while Hisaguchi burned them. Boys and girls wearing nothing but rags chained to the floor. Her blood was boiling.

"S-stop please...please."

"Did you stop when the kids begged you to?"

Hisaguchi's one good eye widened with tears streaming down. "I...I-I didn't...oh god please don't-"

"Don't what?" She questioned as she placed a finger on his side. He tried to flinch back but couldn't as she sliced a chunk of his flesh off. "Don't what?"

"Hu...hurt me! Please s-stop!"

"You didn't. Why should I?"

Fear.

There was pure fear in his eyes. The same look that his captives gave him. What was she going to do with him? If she was going to let him live, only after a little bit of torture, he'd probably just rot in Tartarus. That wasn't a proper life for a fucking scumbag like him. She placed a hand on his chest and controlled the air within his lungs to tear him from the inside out.

Crimson poured from his mouth and nose as he suffocated on his own final bloody breath. His body twitched violently as he tried to do anything to get away. The light in his eyes faded. Nagisa stood and stared at her job now completed. One less piece of shit in this world.

"Damn Neesan, you fucked him up good!"

Nagisa looked over her shoulder, seeing Heft leaning against the house. Wire was crouching up on the roof and he simply waved at her. She nodded.

"Anyone else?"

"No we got them all," Wire replied as he made his way down. "We made sure to destroy all that we could in the warehouse."

"Burn it. Just to-"

She stopped when she heard a faint beeping. She raised a hand when Heft tried to ask her something and she followed the beeps. They were coming in the opposite direction of the house. She hurried her pace as she maneuvered through the wreckage of the storehouse. The beeping was getting louder. She stopped in front of a pile and shoved the bodies aside with her wind until she noticed a blinking red light in time with the beeps. That was bad.

She ran back out, barking orders at Wire and Heft to move their asses. The police had been notified. It was a sacrificial tactic. By alerting the authorities to their location, Nagisa and her subordinates were in danger of being caught. She didn't know how much time they had, but she stopped in front of the house and used her sword covered in wind to create large sickle-like attacks to destroy the building as much as she could. Heft had found an SUV, and Wire yelled for her to get in. She barely got the door closed as Heft sped off.

"Where do we go now?" Wire asked while his partner kept swearing.

"Stay in the hills as much as you can," Nagisa replied as she opened the window. "Avoid going into the city unless absolutely necessary."

"What if Heroes are sent?"

Nagisa went quiet on that. Wire seemed to understand and didn't ask further questions. Heroes would be a big problem. One Hero in particular that called Fukuoka home.

The current Number Three Hero.

But she'll worry about that if the time comes. No not if. When. The Winged Hero wouldn't be far behind after the police. If he wasn't already in the skies. She pulled her mask off and wiped the sweat from her face. With a sigh, she laid her head back. She didn't realize how much of a headache she was getting until she stopped moving. Concentrating for that long on her surroundings by focusing on the air was still difficult for her. She just needed a short rest.

She wouldn't get much of a break when she heard the distant sirens.

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