Welcome to Volume 4 of ROTK! I am so, so sorry it's taken nearly three months to update this. I've been so busy with IRL stuff and other fanfics that I forgot I had this document halfway written. So, I'm going to fix that.
But, of course, before that…
WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES/MENTIONS/IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING: CANNIBALISM, EXTREME GORE, BULLYING, ABUSE, BRUTAL DEATH, HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION, AND HEAVY BLOODSHED.
IF ANY OF THESE THINGS BOTHER YOU, TURN BACK NOW!
IF THE WARNING DOES NOT APPLY TO YOU…
THIS STORY IS A FAN-BASED FICTION.
I OWN NEITHER MY HERO ACADEMIA NOR DEMON SLAYER/KIMETSU NO YAIBA.
ALL I OWN ARE MY OCS.
Now, onto the chapter!
[Beta Read by Doc43Souls & Angelic Mom]
[Volume 4 – 1: Creating The Moons – Part 1]
Fuyumi was cold. Very, very cold. The last thing she remembered were those criminals who were standing outside of the daycare one second then busting down the door, and pointing a gun in her face the next second. Immediately after everything went dark. She knew in the back of her mind that she had died, and yet, here she was, staring at the ceiling of someone's apartment, feeling as if she had been dunked in a vat of ice water.
She felt… Different. The second-oldest Todoroki sibling did not understand why that was, but she did. She felt… stronger. She felt… better than she had before. And yet, despite that, she also felt weak. She felt like, at any given moment, she would collapse from exhaustion and starvation. Sitting up, Fuyumi looked around her surroundings to find that she was in an apartment's living room.
There was a flatscreen TV and a coffee table with two cups filled with a red liquid. One steaming and one not. Both of which smelled like copper. If Fuyumi didn't know better, they were cups of blood. As if that wasn't alarming enough, she even noticed a blood stain on the floor. That aside, there were two couches. One of which she was sitting on, and a smaller one that was just adjacent to hers. Sitting on that couch was a young boy, Kota Izumi, if she had remembered correctly, and upon seeing the boy, she paled.
He looked…. Different. He had a strange tattoo on his face that looked like a water droplet. It sat sideways on his face, covering his eyes like a mask. Below his eyes were dotted lines that travelled in a zig-zag pattern, and his hair was far longer than normal. Not only that, but the tips of his hair looked dyed. Specifically, they were dyed blue.
Then, came the stranger part. The boy had two new arms protruding from underneath his initial set of arms. All four of his hands were clawed, and his nails were black. He had scales on his wrists, around his elbows, and around his cheeks near his mouth. He also had gills on his neck.
Fuyumi repressed a gasp. "Kota-kun… what happened to you?!"
"It's quite interesting… out of everything I've ever had the pleasure to create, I've never seen a change this drastic," a voice cut through Fuyumi's thoughts as she snapped her head in the direction from where the voice came from. Her eyes widened at who it was she saw. It was Kibutsuji, and he was standing there with a plate in his hands. On that plate was… was a…
"I-Is that… Is that a head!?" Fuyumi screamed as a pair of fast-approaching footsteps echoed. The culprit was a dual-horned little girl with off-white hair. One who looked familiar, if only slightly due to the fact that she just started coming to the Daycare. However, she looked different too. If Fuyumi remembered correctly, she only had one horn before. Now there were two, and there were deep red cracks around them both. Also, her eyes, while still red, now have purple sclera. The most notable change, aside from the extra horn, was the red and yellow stripes going down her cheeks.
The little girl, Eri, was wearing a pristine white summer dress with two buttons around the neck-hole, along with a pair of butterfly-themed socks and sandals. Overtop her dress was a green jacket that looked a few sizes too large. So much so that her sleeves were covering her hands. Around the shoulders of the jacket was a purple feather lining, and the jacket was unzipped, exposing the aforementioned summer dress.
Eri snagged the plate out of Kibutsuji's hands, before running over to the table in the kitchen. Fuyumi didn't want to see what was happening, as she heard a sickening crunch and tearing sound coming from the kitchen. Which could only mean one thing….
Eri was eating the head.
"Well, it was a head. Either way, It hardly matters, Ms. Todoroki. Welcome back to the land of the living," Kibutsuji said as he approached. Fuyumi felt her heart race with terror and fear as the young man approached—which made no sense. Why would an adult be so afraid of a teenager? It made no sense, and yet, here she was, fearing for her life.
The presence the boy exuded… it was like a King. She felt compelled to bow before him, but out of her dignity, she didn't. The boy looked down on her, but there was no condescendence. It was only pure, raw, pride. Like he was proud of himself. But why? What was he proud of?
"Six Demons, in the time it took for two moons to pass," Kibutsuji said, his arms now behind his back as Fuyumi blinked. Demons? What was he talking about? "You must be confused. Allow me to explain. You see, Fuyumi Todoroki. You were dead not but a few moments ago; your life was taken away by a couple of greedy Yakuza. Eri, the little girl you watched over for me while I attended to other matters, was the one they were after.
"I hadn't expected them to be after her so soon, but then again, what was I supposed to expect? Yakuza nowadays are mostly scum, who only care about money and profit. They hardly ever cared about the communities they claim to protect. Hence why you were killed. You were in their way, and they couldn't have that. However, you weren't the only casualty.
"While I was able to save the majority of the children, one died. That one being Kota Izumi. After going through his memories, I gathered that he was the last of the Izumi bloodline. Out of pity, I turned him into a Demon, much like yourself. But I hadn't expected this much of a change."
As Kibutsuji said that, he turned to face Kota, who was still unconscious. "Truly, evolution is beautiful, don't you think? How the human body can shift and change? Quirks were the first step, but becoming a Demon… that is the full transformation. To be without flaws, to be able to live forever. Our only downside is our need to consume humans."
Fuyumi felt her body run cold—colder than it was when she had woken up. "C-Consume… h-humans?" Fuyumi muttered, as Kibutsuji looked over his shoulder, his red eyes narrowing in her direction. It made her skin break out into goosebumps. The way his stare made her body lock up and freeze as if she were put on trial. It felt… unnatural.
"Yes. We Demons must consume the flesh of humans to live. Shortly, once you get your bearings, I will be sending you off to some part of Japan to get stronger. I cannot waste time. I am planning something, and I need to get it done before the third day of the week. I have… learned of a plan that my cooperator wants to do. This is my chance to make a debut. To properly introduce myself into the fold. After all, if I am to become the world's most feared villain, those must know what I am capable of, correct?"
The words flowed from his mouth as if they were practiced. Or, more rather, natural. And yet, she couldn't find herself feeling angry that this man, whom she had only somewhat known for a little over a few days, had admitted to her face that he was a villain. And a part of her was curious as to what he meant by "her getting stronger."
"What about Kota… Sosaki will no doubt come looking for him. She's a Pro Hero…" Fuyumi muttered as Kibutsuji shrugged.
"If she wants to deal with a man-eating Demon after they first wake up, I wouldn't care. It would mean one less Pro Hero I'd have to deal with on my plate. When you awoke, the first thing you did was tackle a poor man to the ground and rip out his jugular. I had to knock you out after that… It caused quite a scene."
Fuyumi once again found herself paling in horror. She… she killed someone? If that was the case, why didn't she remember it? She looked down at her hands—claws, and grimaced. Her nails were, for some reason, a frosty blue. She also noticed now that there was a thin coating of ice on her fingers that stopped at the joints. "What… happened to me…?"
"Do whatever it is you need to do," Kibutsuji's voice cut through her thoughts once again, drawing her attention to the teen as he grabbed a black trenchcoat, slipping it over his arms as he adjusted his white fedora. "I have a few errands to run. If you're looking for a place for me to recommend, I'd say try to go to Saga Prefecture. I heard the crime rates are spiking there. Maybe clear out some of them. Feasting on flesh will get you stronger, by the way, so don't forget to do that. The last thing I need is for you to go feral."
With that, he left. When he did, Eri walked out of the kitchen, wiping blood from her mouth as she glanced at her. The little kid smiled, walking up to her and grabbing her hand. "C'mon! We gotta go to the warehouse!"
"W-Warehouse?" Fuyumi muttered as Eri, with a freakish strength that a child her age shouldn't have, dragged her off the couch. Eri rummaged around in her jacket pocket, pulling out a hand and throwing it on the coffee table near Kota. The hand was wrinkly and old, and it looked like it belonged to someone who had been up in their years before they died.
"Yeah! Big Bro said that he had Big Sister waiting for me there! The one with the animal stuff," Eri continued as she opened the door, taking Fuyumi with her, before closing the door behind them. The second-oldest Todoroki sibling didn't know what was going on, or what had happened to her, but quite frankly, at this point, she wasn't going to question it.
After all, why look a gift horse in the mouth? That was what Touya used to say before he died. So she would keep true to that, and move on. Besides, it was her job as a daycare attendant to keep a child happy, even if that child just finished eating a human head….
"Just what have I gotten myself into…?"
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Tokyo was a strange place. All the bright and flashy lights, the advertisements, and the metric boatload of people. Ochako never thought she'd ever be here, but yet here she was. She was here on a special mission given to her by Izuku. The mission in question was to take down a large criminal organization known as The Fundamentalists. They were a group of terrorists that attacked places of religious worship not related to their own, that being of the Christian Doctrine.
It was strange because Christianity wasn't exactly the biggest religion in Japan. That was Shinto. She would know, her father was a Shintoist. Her mother wasn't, but that was because she was Agnostic. Personally, Ochako was neither. She was a full-blown Atheist, not believing in any kind of God. Though that wasn't necessarily important.
The Fundamentalists were known to strike places of Shinto worship, which was a problem for more reasons than, well, the obvious. Tokyo had a large number of shrines dotted around the place. Most of which were near schools or hospitals. Meaning that the collateral damage done by these bombings affected more than just the people who went to the shrines. It also affected the areas that surrounded the shrines.
This is what labelled them as a terrorist organization, rather than a band of villains. They were high up on the wanted list. Despite the attention they were receiving on the news and online, they were as elusive as a pack of rodents.
One would think that a group of people who used explosives to commit crimes would leave behind tangible evidence that made it easier to track them down and get rid of them, but that wasn't the case. What made it worse was that The Fundamentalist's attacks were at random, or seemingly so. Not only that, but information about them was few and far between.
And that made Ochako nervous. Nervous because she knew that this mission was vital to Izuku's plans. These people would only serve to get in the way of his goals, whatever they may be, and so it was up to her to get rid of them. But for the last little while, she had been coming up on dead-ends, with very few breaks in between. And that just wouldn't do.
She was only being given one more chance to impress her King—because that was all she could see him as now. There was no more questioning it. For all intents and purposes, Izuku Midoriya, Muzan Kibutsuji, Izumi Sugimoto, or whatever their name was, they were her King. And if there was one thing that she knew from personal experience, it was that she couldn't fail. Not this time.
Her life was on the line. She was going to make sure that The Fundamentalists went extinct, or at the very least were reduced to numbers so infinitesimal, that they were nothing but a speck of dust on a bright shining trophy. She would make her King proud. She would make her King give her the respect she deserved!
She is going to get him to notice her, and to stop looking at her like she was nothing but a useless pissant and a disturbance.
Luckily she had finally found some good information from a few online forums. All of which were reputable. This led her to her current situation. Apparently, The Fundamentalists' supposed base of operations was a building in eastern Tokyo, disguised as a telephone company called "Blue Sky Telecom Inc.". After scoping out the place for the last three days, she was able to confirm the rumours. She had spotted various known members of The Fundamentalists walking in and out of the building, such as Hajime Ichijou, Takaba Yotsuri, and Ichizawa Aoi.
When she got the confirmation that these people were who she thought they were, Ochako got into the position as she had planned the day prior.
Right now, Ochako was standing in the alleyway next to the building, waiting to make her move. She was dressed in the clothing of a delivery woman who worked for Fed-Ex, that being a grey button-up jacket with matching pants and a similarly coloured hat, along with a pair of black running shoes. She planned on keeping the disguise on for as long as possible. But if she was found out, she would rip it off and reveal her true nature.
At first, she was uncomfortable with that idea, but considering her tattoos, which covered all of her sensitive areas unless she willed them not to, she saw no reason to keep herself covered in clothing during battle. After all, clothing was more restrictive for movements, especially this kind of clothing. And everything was already covered, so she had nothing to fear. She was only wearing it so that no one got the wrong idea and immediately sounded the alarm.
Exiting the alleyway, Ochako walked toward the building's entrance, her eyes narrowing as she entered. Just like any large-scale building, there was a receptionist desk, with someone manning it, vacant waiting chairs, and an elevator off to the right, with a staircase off to the left. She was going to use the elevator because the stairs were too obvious.
The person manning the desk wore the "company" uniform. This consisted of a black suit and tie with a white shirt underneath, with a name tag for the "company" and a cross pin just above the name tag. The man was tapping away at a computer, attempting to look busy. When the receptionist saw her, the man behind the counter smiled, before going back to his "work."
Ochako approached and stood at the front of the desk. Keeping her eyes covered with the brim of her hat, the man turned to look at her, while raising an eyebrow. "Hello, ma'am. What can I do for you today?" The man questioned as Ochako smirked. Now that she was in, all pretences were lost. She could "drop the ball" as it were.
"This wouldn't happen to be the headquarters of The Fundamentalists, would it?" Ochako asked. Immediately, the man's eyes widened, giving away the fact that she was right on the money. He was about to reach under the counter for something, probably an alarm. That is when something slithered down from Ochako's hair, or rather, that "something" was Ochako's hair.
As her hair extended, the spiral tattoos around Ochako's neck began to glow bright pink. When they did, the black strand of goo-like hair lashed forward, slapping the man across the face. Which caused him to stagger out of his chair and rub the place where he had been slapped. This was one of Ochako's abilities with her Blood Demon Art. One she had practiced with during her hunt for The Fundamentalists.
"Blood Demon Art – Whips Of Lustful Desire."
The receptionist shook violently, his whole body trembling as he turned to look back at Ochako. In his eyes, there was a certain gleam mixed in with a haze. He was effectively already dead, but it hardly mattered in the first place, since he was going to end up with the same fate as everyone else in the building.
They were all going to die.
Whips Of Lustful Desire is essentially a mind control ability. Most of the techniques she came up with are. This one, like all the others, plays off of a certain emotion. Whips Of Lustful Desire, as the name suggests, toys with the emotions of Lust.
Anyone affected by this particular ability of her Blood Demon Art turned the individual into a loyal servant who would be completely smitten with her. In this state, she could tell them to do whatever she wanted them to do. Once she deactivated the entrancement, the person would kill themselves almost immediately after the fact, because they would feel that they had been used/abandoned.
"Be a dear, and don't set off the alarm," Ochako said, her voice carrying a flirtatious hint to it, so as to keep the man under the illusion. The man nodded, stunned to silence as he walked away from his desk. As the hair strand retracted back to where it belonged, Ochako snapped her fingers, deactivating the spell.
In the blink of an eye, the man, eyes still hazed, reached into his pocket and drew out a pocket pistol. Put it to the side of his head, and fired. Blood sprayed against the adjacent wall, as he crashed to the floor with an audible thud. The gun clattered next to his corpse. The thought of eating him came to Ochako's mind, but she pushed it away. She could eat after this was over.
With that out of the way, she could start phase two of the plan, travelling up the other floors to begin the rest of the slaughter. The plan was very simple. She would go to each floor, and kill any members she could find. Afterwards, she would consume as many of the corpses as possible before the TPD arrived. The gunshot would have been loud enough to get anyone's attention for them to call the police.
Just as Ochako got to the elevator, a loud crashing sound echoed throughout the building. Ochako stopped before pressing the button to the first floor. What was that? Did a bomb blow up? No… if a bomb blew up there would be screaming coming from outside. Something else had happened. That, and the building didn't shake enough.
Perhaps… a hero had shown up and had begun their own raid on the place. But if so, why not just steamroll in through the entrance and go up? Unless… this was a hero who had no regard for public safety. There were only a handful of heroes that came to mind in that regard, but none were important to mention, as they were all in the top 100, none of which made it to the top ten.
That meant she had to be quick, even if this hero was a no-name. If there was one, that meant there would be more to come. She was strong, that was a fact. She could hold off a no-name Hero by herself, but if multiple heroes showed up, she would start to have problems. So, with speed in mind, she pressed the first-floor button. As the elevator ascended, Ochako readied herself. A black substance formed around her lips and her tattoos glowed a bright orange. This was another form of her Blood Demon Art. The substance looked like lipstick, so no one would really know it was any kind of ability.
All she had to do was walk into the room and use her Blood Demon Art on the first person she saw. After she did, she'd re-enter the elevator and start the process all over again. She had originally planned to drag this out, but with a Hero showing up, she would save all of her energy for when she came to blows with that Hero. She'd rather not waste her energy, after all.
When she got onto the first floor, a single person was standing in front of the elevator. He had a slightly panicked look on his face and was wearing the "company" uniform. She could also see that he was hiding something behind his back. "Hello, ma'am. May I ask what you're—"
Before he could finish his sentence, she dragged him close to her and kissed him on the cheek. The second form of her Blood Demon Art. Kiss Of Rage. It imbued her target with an uncontrollable amount of rage, turning them into an unkillable juggernaut that killed anyone that she deemed an enemy. That enemy was everyone on this floor. Of course, once it was over, the victim would die of exhaustion.
The bright orange glow from her tattoos faded, as she pulled away from his cheek, leaving a small black smear on his face. His eyes became murky just like the receptionist, except his face was twisted into a snarl. He turned around, and lo and behold, he was carrying a Desert Eagle.
Re-entering the elevator, she pressed the button that closed the door and then pressed the button for the second floor. Ten seconds later, she was on the second floor. She walked out, grabbed the person closest to her, did the same thing, re-entered the elevator, and began the cycle anew. Three floors later, once she ascended to the sixth floor, she was finally met with her roadblock. She deactivated her Kiss Of Rage and waited till the new floor revealed itself to her. That was where she could hear the fighting.
The doors of the elevator opened, and what she saw was an office room in shambles. Knocked-over stalls, bullet holes in walls, with goons strewn all over the place—alive but unconscious. In the center of the heavily damaged room was a tall dark-skinned woman. Pointed white albino rabbit ears were her defining feature, coupled with straight white hair that reached down to her thighs and framed her slender yet curvaceous frame; toned with more muscle than Ochako could believe that a woman should have.
She wore a sleeveless white leotard with a dark purple trim around her shoulders and waist, with a wide yellow crescent moon design over her chest. There was a single thick metal plate wrapped around her midriff that acted as a defence for most likely her weak point.
She also wore purple thigh-high boots and on her feet were metal plates on her heels and toes which admittedly made her feet look more like that of a rabbit if said rabbit had cyborg feet.
To complete the outfit, she wore a pair of thick white gloves on her hands that had long cuffs reaching up to her elbows. Ochako could see small triangular protrusions around the edges, which were most likely there only for style due to them being so high up. But even then, they could've also been for support, possibly adding more weight to her punches.
That wasn't a no-name Hero. That was a Top Tener. That was Mirko, Rank 6. A powerful hero who was both as strong as she was fast. Which was very. The woman turned sharply over at her, before crossing her arms, a look of annoyance strewn about on her face. "Oi, civvie, might want to get out of here. If it wasn't obvious, a raid is in progress. Get lost."
Ochako frowned and grabbed the corner of her outfit, before ripping it off seamlessly, making Mirko glare at her. She was about to speak but stopped when the clothing fell to the ground, revealing her demonic tattoos. The black, writhing ink-like substance inched up from the base of her breasts, curved and covered her chest. The substance met in the center, just below her breasts, before sliding down to the top of her belly button, circling her waist and filling out the area to the point just past her thighs
As a result, a thick black wall of the strange substance her body now produced covered her lower half, hiding her private region. Then came the rest of her tattoos, most of which were just swirls that covered her arms and stopped before her wrists. She looked up at Mirko, stepped out of the elevator, and stood across from her.
"You're in the way." Her voice was cold, uncaring, and filled with nothing but disdain. How dared a Hero of this calibre get in the way of completing her mission? Oh sure, she was slightly nervous about fighting a Hero as powerful as Mirko. But all she needed to do was beat her into submission. She was a human. A human who had limits. And while it was easier to kill her, Ochako didn't want to. After all, she was a hero who was actually clean. Meaning that she wasn't allowed to kill her unless her King said so.
"Oh ho? So you're with these dickheads, huh?!" Mirko said, a manic grin taking up her visage as Ochako scoffed.
"No. I've come to exterminate them. But I doubt you'd let me do that. Since you Heroes are all about justice and rehabilitation for scum like these people," Ochako spat as Mirko huffed.
"Wouldn't say I subscribe to that, but the laws the law. It's my job to uphold it. Still, you're a villain, so I gotta get rid of ya. Send ya to Tartarus prison with a few broken bones and a crushed spirit!" Mirko said as she lunged forward, a burst of speed unlike any that Ochako had seen before. Mirko reeled her right leg back, twisting her body to the side and was seconds from kicking Ochako in the head.
But, that was when the black substance around Ochako's arms leaked down to her wrists and began to bubble. In the time that Mirko's leg moved about an inch in distance, Ochako snapped her arm up to her head and blocked the kick. The impact made a loud banging sound, shattering the remaining windows on the floor, neither combatant budging after the blow landed. Mirko's eyes gleamed with excitement, as blackened chains slipped down from the tattoos on Ochako's wrists.
Mirko bounced back, standing near the hole in the wall that she entered from. "Now this… this is interesting! Not a single person has been able to take the full brunt of my attacks before and remain standing! Finally, a worthy opponent!"
Ochako ignored the Pro Hero as she grabbed at the chains created by her Blood Demon Art. The chain's length was seemingly nigh unlimited as she continuously pulled more and more out, creating at least ten feet worth of chains, dragging on the floor. Ochako dragged her right foot back, planting her left foot where it was originally placed as she arched her body forward, outstretching her right arm towards her back as the blackened chains in said hand dragged across the floor, raised and sprouted spikes.
That was when Ochako lunged toward the hero, the chains picking up speed and launching toward the hero as the name of the attack echoed in Ochako's head. "Blood Demon Art: Chains Of Sorrow!"
The chains travelled through the air in the blink of an eye. Mirko leapt back and out of the building, lingering in the air. The chains lashed forward, attempting to reach the rabbit heroine, only for the aforementioned hero to kick the chains back toward Ochako. That, however, was all that she wanted, as all it took was for the chains to touch a person so that the effects would take place. The woman lurched forward, grabbing the edge of the opening, dragging herself up and jumping toward Ochako, all the while a stray thought bounced about in her mind.
"What was that stupid attack supposed to do, tickle?" As Mirko thought that, she realized as she had attempted a spear kick, her movements were more sluggish. Ochako swerved to the side, slamming her chains against the ground, causing them to bounce upwards and lash across Mirko's back. The force of the attack caused Mirko to crash to the ground, tumbling before fixing her position, then doing a backflip, and landing on her feet, allowing her to get back into a lunging position.
Ochako didn't give her a chance to get her act together, she closed the distance, dragging the lengths of chains behind her with pathetic ease. Mirko braced for impact as Ochako practically threw the chains toward Mirko, smashing her through the rear wall and sending her flying out of the building. Ochako followed her, jumping out into the air while throwing more chains in Mirko's direction with the intention of ensnaring her.
"Chains Of Sorrow: Infinite Torture Bind!"
The Chains wrapped around Mirko, squeezing around her waist, arms, and chest, binding her body together as the spikes dug into her whilst cracking the metal plating. Mirko clenched her teeth while trying to get out of the bindings she found herself in. As that happened, Ochako raised the woman and the chains ensnaring her into the air, extending the length of the chains more, giving them another thirty feet of reach, before slamming the whole package into the street.
Cars and pavement were destroyed once Mirko and the chains made an impact, following it with a medium-sized crater that would be comparable to the result of a high-explosive mine, with a loud enough sound to shatter windows and knock over the people within the surrounding buildings. Ochako landed just inches from the crater, retracting her chains just up to her feet. Ochako watched as Mirko stood up in the crater, glaring at her.
"Gotta admit, kid. You got some spunk. But this ends now!" In the blink of an eye, Mirko was gone. Despite her sluggish movements, she was still fast enough to blindside Ochako. Mirko's foot connected itself to the side of Ochako's head. A sickening crack echoed around Ochako as Mirko announced the name of her attack. "LUNA FALL!"
Ochako found herself being drilled into the ground by Mirko, before being kicked up out of the hole she was put into and repeatedly kicked with a high-power rush attack, with bones snapping and flesh tearing, spraying blood every which way as the final kick sending her flying down the sidewalk, and into a lamppost.
Skin healed over, bones re-aligned, while the foot-shaped mark in Ochako's head fixed itself. If it wasn't for her regeneration and her nature as a Demon, her bones would've been reduced to a fine powder, and she would've been completely rendered unconscious if not dead. Ochako rose, narrowed her pink and brown eyes then extended her chains. Mirko stared at her with a raised eyebrow, before flashing another manic smile.
"You survived both a Luna Fall and a Luna Rush by yourself?! I need to know who sent you so I can take down your friends next! Especially if they're as strong as you!" Mirko said, breathing heavily. "Although… what the hell is making me so tired?" Her red eyes looked at the chains, then huffed. "Those chains of yours have some kind of energy-draining thing?"
Ochako didn't answer, she reduced the amount of length the chains had, then began twirling the chain in her right hand, getting into a lunging stance. Air whipped up around the chain as Mirko smirked, getting ready to meet her charge. A near cyclone formed around the chain in her right hand, and then, she charged, as did Mirko.
"Chains Of Sorrow: Downward Spiralling Flail!"
Mirko was seconds away from breaking out into a Luna Ring, reeling back her left leg to begin the attack, only for Ochako to bound over Mirko, and lash the rapidly spinning chain towards her cocked back leg. Mirko wasn't fast enough to reposition before the chain could connect, blasting her leg off from the knee down. Blood immediately burst like a fountain from the wound as Mirko screamed.
With Mirko distracted by the loss of her limb and the pain that came with it, Ochako extended the chains, letting them hit the ground whilst in mid-air before she immediately dragged them up and reeled them back over her shoulders, preparing for another attack.
"Chains Of Sorrow: Cross Diagonal Slash!"
The chains descended, slamming Mirko in her back, ripping through her leotard and digging into her skin in a diagonal cross-shape, all the while the force of the attack smashed her into the street. Ochako landed in front of the crack in the ground. The effect of Chains Of Sorrow had finally been put into action. Mirko groaned, unable to get up.
"You were correct. Chains Of Sorrow is meant to drain your energy. You can no longer fight, Mirko. Typically I would kill you for getting in the way. But my Lord wouldn't like that. This is your only warning. Do not get in my way ever again." As Ochako said that while walking away, and starting to put away her chains, she felt a sharp pain spiking through her body, then she was sent flying forward, tumbling through the street. She was only able to stop the tumbling and face forward, just in time to receive a foot to the face, which sent her flying even further.
Thoughts raced through her mind before she realized what had happened. "Mirko got a second wind, somehow…." Finally, Ochako was able to dig her right chains into the ground, tearing up the asphalt, spreading debris and stopping her trajectory. The bruised skin healed over, as Mirko hopped toward her, blood leaking from the wound in puddles, the scent almost alluring for Ochako.
"Yer strange, missy…" Mirko said, her expression a twisted smile mixed with pain. "But if you think a stupid flesh wound is gonna stop me from kicking your ass, you clearly don't know who I am!" And that was when she charged. Ochako was starting to get annoyed. She needed to make sure that this stupid rabbit understood that she was done. So, she got an idea.
She slammed her chains against the ground, the chains glowing purple as she launched the right one up into the air, straightening it in the process. Mirko closed the distance, twisting her body in such a way that her foot would hit her in the shoulder. Probably trying to break her arm—not that it mattered. At the same time, Ochako attacked the rabbit with the glowing chain.
The two attacks met their targets, both opponents smirking when doing so.
"LUNA FALL!"
"CHAINS OF SORROW: GRAVITY NEGATION CHAINS!"
Both of the combatants announced their attacks. Both felt the full brunt of said attacks. And both realized that they were in for a world of pain. Mirko gritted her teeth, her arm torn and ripped open by the blackened chains, the wounds spilling blood every which way and to make matters worse, she began to float in the air, having lost her center of gravity.
Ochako, on the other hand, frowned in annoyance. When Mirko's foot made contact with Ochako's shoulder, the kick ended up being so powerful that it produced a sonic boom. The ground surrounding them cracked and uplifted, spraying bloodied debris everywhere.
In the split second while that happened, the arm which Mirko had hit blew off from the shoulder down, chain still in hand. The arm disintegrated immediately once it was removed from her body, the chain following a similar fate.
The wind pressure from the attack sent Ochako rocketing away further down the street. Only this time she was able to stop her impromptu flight immediately whilst in mid-air by applying her Quirk to herself, removing all gravity from her body and then reapplying it. When she landed not even a few inches away from where Mirko was, her arm began to grow back. The rabbit stared in a mix of confusion, interest and horror as Ochako smiled manically.
"Did you really think that would be enough to stop me?" Ochako questioned as Mirko sneered, trying to think of a way to get out of the situation she was in. Ochako couldn't help but laugh. Did the human really think that she could get out of the trap that she was in? She couldn't do anything. "Now. Take the hint, and drop it." As Ochako said that, she put both of her hands together. Mirko fell to the floor, crashing into the pavement landing face-first.
She really didn't want to kill Mirko. After all, she was the kind of hero to save hundreds in a day and did so without reward, well aside from the paycheque that she collected at the end of the month, though it wasn't exactly the thing that she cared about getting. The world needed more heroes like Mirko. So, Ochako truly didn't want to kill her. At least not on purpose.
But as Mirko dragged herself out of the hole in the ground, Ochako was beginning to realize she probably wasn't going to have a choice in the matter. The white-haired woman stared at Ochako, a hunger for battle burning in her eyes, and for a split second, something familiar flashed through her body.
She didn't know why. But that face… that manic smile… it looked familiar. Her appearance changed for a split second. A white-haired man, covered in scars dressed in some kind of uniform. Then that figure disappeared. Who was that? Why did she see him? What was the importance of that person? And why did Mirko look like him?
"I'm a Hero…. I don't just "drop it" when it comes to villains like you, lady…" Mirko said while chuckling. "Whatever you are…, cause you ain't human if you have multiple Quirks, I'm going to defeat you!"
Ochako tilted her head to the right. What was with this human? Was she some kind of masochist? No… otherwise her voice would have a completely different tone to it. This was something else. This was raw determination. The brown-haired Demon smirked. She was going to end this right here, right now. The spikes on Ochako's chains began to glow a bright blue.
Mirko realized that this was probably the last attack she was going to be able to do. She was running off of fumes. Those chains really did drain energy. So she had to do something to put this girl down for the count. And the only thing that she could think of was the only attack that she had yet to do, aside from Luna Ring and Luna Tijeras. And so, she leapt forward with all the force she could from her remaining leg toward the villain.
Ochako raised her Chains, narrowing her eyes as Mirko approached. As the woman closed the distance and began to spin in the air counterclockwise, Ochako dragged her chains back, as the spikes from the chains began to fire off of them, while at the same time, Mirko landed her attack on the top of Ochako's head.
"Chains of Sorrow: Raining Spikes Of Death!"
"LUNA ARC!"
The two attacks landed, the spikes from Ochako's Chains of Sorrow shredding through Mirko's body, and the kick from Mirko slamming into Ochako's head, causing an explosion of blood to erupt out of her ears, eyes, nose and mouth, sending her into the ground as Mirko fell to the floor, bleeding from deep wounds all over her body. Both combatants fell to the ground and remained there for well over a minute.
Those watching from the sidelines and inside their homes, all hoping and praying for Mirko to get up. Then, finally, Ochako got up from the ground, her head completely intact. No one said anything. They just stared. Ochako approached the downed form of Mirko, crouching down and pressing two fingers against her neck.
She was still alive. If only barely. Ochako breathed out a sigh of relief. She really didn't want to end the life of such an amazing hero. The heroine's chest rose up and down, her breathing ragged. Her eyes were closed, showing that she was unconscious. She would die if not given proper medical attention. Sirens were coming from a distance. Good. Help was on the way.
She looked over to the building belonging to The Fundamentalists. There were still five more floors to go. Unfortunately, she knew that they had most likely already fled the scene. They had taken great losses, but she wasn't able to complete her job. Her King was going to be upset with her. There was no doubt about it.
The sirens were approaching. She needed to leave. And so that was what she did. In a single bound, she leapt up to the top of a building and spared a single glance down at the rest of the humans. Police and medical teams surrounded the rabbit heroine. With the knowledge she would live another day, Ochako left the scene.
-To Be Continued-