Just a heads up, there's going to be a bit of an 18+ scene coming up in this chapter. You'll know when it happens when you see it. I know that might be weird given that one of the tags on Ao3 used to be Aromantic Asexual Midoriya Izuku, though now is Aromantic Midoriya Izuku and Grey-Asexual Midoriya Izuku, but at the same time that doesn't forbid me from those kinds of scenes. It just means it'll be difficult for me to write them.
I'm not Asexual myself, but that doesn't stop me from trying to write this to the best of my abilities, since I know that some things like this do happen. I don't want it to come across as offensive, so if anyone whose Asexual who reads this can tell if I fucked up or not, or made it too heavy-handed, let me know.
That being said…
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!
[Volume 4 – 4: Creating The Moons – Part 4]
Once again, here Izumi was, in the dingy hideout of The League of Villains, sitting across from Shigaraki at the bar counter, one hand on her thigh with the other on a glass of warm blood, whereas Shigaraki sat across from her with a narrowed eye with the other covered by a disembodied pickled hand.
She honestly couldn't believe the stupidity of this man. How did he ever come to become the face of The League of Villains? How did All For One put up with such stupidity? Why did he? This man was going to be the end of him, surely.
"So, let me get this straight…" Izumi muttered, pinching her nose as she sneered. "You want to attack the USJ with your "state of the art All Might Killer Nomu" because, and I quote, "You hate All Might, so he has to die." There is no other reason for you to do this. You're just doing this to sate your hatred of All Might?" Izumi questioned as Shigaraki scratched his neck absently, a grunt passing his hand-mask.
"Duh. I thought it was pretty obvious. Or are you that stupid?" Shigaraki retorted as Izumi snarled.
"The only stupid one here is you, Shigaraki. You plan to take down the Symbol of Peace with a cobbled-together flesh suit filled with a Regeneration Quirk, a Shock Absorption Quirk, and an amplified Super Strength Quirk. If that wasn't worse, you then throw in a horde of D-tier villains. All of whom couldn't even commit a basic bank robbery without floundering around like a fish out of water. The final cherry on top is yourself, Kurogiri, and me. Dare I say the only competent people in this plan are myself and Kurogiri, whilst the rest are about as smart as a bag of bricks, yourself included!" Izumi explained, slowly, making sure he heard everything she was saying, earning an angered snarl from Shigaraki.
"Yeah. Again, are you stupid? They're children. A bunch of D-tier villains will be more than enough. They hardly know how to use their Quirks. I doubt they'd amount to anything. All Might will be too distracted by the Nomu to do anything, and if that doesn't work, we can throw you at him. Unless, of course, you're weaker than Nomu?" Shigaraki said, his voice filled with indignation.
The man-child was ignorant. Moreso than she imagined. It was kind of upsetting, all things considered. This was supposed to be the successor to All For One, at least as she understood it. She didn't expect All For One to stoop this low. With such guttertrash like Shigaraki.
If it wasn't for the fact that she didn't want to risk her identity being exposed—or at least one of her identities being exposed—she would've already turned Shigaraki into a pile of meat cubes. There was no way that All For One was seriously considering using Shigaraki as his surrogate to become the next big-time villain.
A part of her really wished that he had common sense, but her common sense was telling her otherwise because there was no way in hell he had the forethought to rub together all of his remaining brain cells to tell himself that his plan would fail before it would even be able to be put into practice.
"They're children who have trained for years to get accepted into U.A. which need I remind you is the best hero school in all of Japan. Shiketsu, I'd understand, but U.A.?! Are you insane?!" Izumi's voice raised a few notches, glaring at Shigaraki, who didn't so much as flinch. Rather, his scratching only got worse, a signifier that he was getting angry.
"Who do you think you are to say what I should do, brat? I could turn you to dust within seconds if I wanted to," Shigaraki spat as Izumi huffed, rolling her eyes as she took a swig from her cup of hot blood.
"I'd like to see you try, man-child. You're less than an ant to be in terms of a threat. Your Quirk is so half-baked that it would take far too long for you to even so much as decay away a small portion of my skin, let alone do any lasting damage," Izumi said, her tone nonchalant and empty, further pissing Shigaraki off.
Shigaraki lunged toward Izumi, prepared and ready to grab her face, when one of her bone whips flung out of her back, aimed and prepared to stab Shigaraki in the throat with intent to kill, only stopped by two portals made of mist appearing in front of both Shigaraki and Izumi, deflecting their attacks to opposite sides of one another. Shigaraki's hand, five fingers all touched the wall behind him, whereas Izumi's whip shot through the wall behind herself, creating a large crack in the wall.
"Please, stop fighting you two," All For One's voice came from the TV, earning both Izumi's and Shigaraki's attention, prompting them to retract their offensive appendages, as Kurogiri dismissed his portals. "Ms. Sugimoto has a point, Tomura. After all, U.A. is our target, as is All Might, but we cannot forget the potential these children have. Even if they are Children, we cannot aimlessly assume that they are weak. After all, there are rumours that Endeavors youngest son is attending."
"Todoroki Shouto, yes?" Izumi questioned as All For One hummed.
"You are familiar with him?"
"Not entirely. A recent Demon whom I turned is related to him, and I can see through her memories at a moment's notice. Todoroki Shouto possesses a powerful ice and fire Quirk. Though he only uses his ice for the sole purpose of spitting in the face of his father. A rather petty thing, but it will serve as an advantage to know this," Izumi answered.
"So what? What the fuck does that mean?" Shigaraki spat as Izumi raised an eyebrow.
"You seriously can't put two and two together? It means that assuming you plan to use Kurogiri to split the children up, you ensure that the villains he's with are either immune to ice or heavily resistant to it. If he's so against using his fire, then wouldn't it make sense if that choice were to be his downfall?" Izumi explained as Shigaraki grunted, clearly annoyed.
"Dunno the layout of the USJ. Hard to do that if we don't know what it looks like," Shigaraki grunted when an idea came to mind, as was evident by the way his eyes gleamed. "Oi, Sensei. That runt you have under your control still gonna go to U.A.?"
"He is under obligation to, lest his family be purged."
"Can't you get him to steal the information regarding the plans for the USJ in advance? Send him here and we can snoop him through the building like Solid Snake. Get the plans and get out, you know, that kind of thing," Shigaraki said as All For One chuckled.
"Yes, that would be a good idea. Although, we would have to wait for the perfect moment to achieve that. Security is always tight within U.A., but the idea is a solid one. What do you think, Ms. Sugimoto?"
"It could work, given that the runt in question knows what he's doing," Izumi replied, finishing the glass of blood. "Is there anything else I have to be here for? I'm on a tight schedule."
"And why would you be on a tight schedule?"
"I have a plan of my own that needs to be completed. It would assist in this USJ attack, and point things in our favour. I'm also a student at school, so I have homework I am days late on," Izumi answered, causing Shigaraki to laugh.
"That's fucking pointless! You're a villain. You don't need school."
"Yes, that is true. But to maintain a low profile and to not be found, it would be important. Especially because this appearance and the one that actually goes to school do not share any similarities, it actually has some use for me. Unlike you, Shigaraki." As Izumi said that, she looked over to Kurogiri. "Do you mind taking me to my apartment?"
"I would require the address and exact location, Sugimoto-sama."
"Oi! Don't call her that—"
"She is a member of the League, is she not?" Kurogiri questioned, interrupting Shigaraki as he tilted his gaseous head. Izumi sighed, snickering to herself as she shook her head.
"I'm a partner, not a member, Kurogiri. There is a sharp difference," Izumi said as Kurogiri nodded.
"I see. Still, you are a valuable asset. Unless you wish it otherwise, I will refer to you as Sugimoto-sama," Kurogiri noted. Shigaraki was still fuming, and being the petty person that she was, she decided that if it was going to further piss him off, then she would entertain that idea.
"Very well, Kurogiri-san. Then be free to call me that. Also, here are the exact coordinates," Izumi said, pulling out her phone and showing it to the gaseous man. After a split second, a portal appeared behind her as Izumi stood up, bowed to her hosts, and stepped through the portal and into her apartment, with the portal closing swiftly behind her.
At the same time, the door to her apartment opened, and Mikan stepped through just as Izumi was shifting back into his Izuku/Muzan appearance. His shoulders broadened out, and Izumi's breasts faded back into his chest. Izumi's curves also returned to normal and his more feminine face went back to what it normally was; all in the blink of an eye.
"My King…" Mikan muttered, closing the door behind her and bowing toward Izuku as he smiled, turning to fully face Mikan. Her appearance hadn't changed since the day she had fully turned into a Demon. Long brown hair with red tips, yellow eyes with black sclera, yellowish-green skin, claws that were at least three inches long, and three lines that went over her right eye reaching from her forehead to her chin.
"My Queen, how are you doing this fine afternoon," Izuku replied, gesturing for Mikan to rise, which she promptly did. She stared at him, something… bizarre in her eyes. It was an emotion that Izuku was unfamiliar with. "What is with that look?"
"I…" Mikan bit the corner of her lip. He had seen that before. On the faces of the other girls at their school, before he had up and practically abandoned the place due to several issues all lining up coincidently to make him miss almost a week's worth of school. She looked… nervous. Which confused Izuku a great deal. "…wish to lay with you…."
"Lay with me?" Izuku questioned, tilting his head. "You mean sleep in the same bed, yes?" Izuku asked as Mikan's face flushed red.
"Uh… something like that."
"Hmm… well, I have no qualms with that," Izuku said, looking over to his bedroom, his expression flat and neutral. "Join me when you are ready," and with that, Izuku walked away, leaving Mikan in the living room as he made way for his bedroom. He honestly had no idea why Mikan would get all red in the face over simply sleeping in the same bed as him.
From what he gathered, that was a normal thing, was it not? He had no real experience with romance. Not that he felt that kind of reaction, emotional or sexual. That was something he had found out when he was younger. Most people his age would feel somewhat like that. But Izuku? Not so much.
It was hard to feel attracted to a species that was lesser. Call it racist or whatever, but the truth was simply that. The truth. Demons should've been a different story, but that wasn't the case either. He simply had no way to feel that way toward others.
But, if Mikan felt that way toward him, then so be it. He wasn't going to stop her. He'd let her do whatever she wanted so long as it kept her happy. As long as it kept her from trying to stab him in the back, too. Not that he believed her capable of such a thing.
He took off his suit top, unbuttoning it carefully and shedding it like a second skin, before drifting it atop the bedside table, the same with his shirt, leaving his toned and muscular torso bare for the world to see. He had modelled his body after those who would be traditionally visually appealing.
Broad shoulders, strong arms, a defined chest and back. His legs were much the same in terms of physique. They were strong-looking, but not so muscular that they looked repulsive. Just defined enough to be considered attractive to the eye. He didn't take his pants off, but he did remove his shoes and socks—something he should've done at the front door, but he simply forgot to.
His bed was a Queen-size mattress which took up most of the room, save for the built-in closet and the dresser across from the bed with a personal TV mounted to the wall, where he would watch more mature shows that Eri didn't need to see yet. The covers on his bed were fluffy and black, and the sheets were a shade of green. Two pillows fit each side of the bed, and the headrest along with the frame were made of cedar.
Once he got into bed, he sat, waiting for Mikan to show up. Whilst he waited, she turned on the TV and went through various news channels, finding nothing to tune into. Finally, after what felt like an hour, Mikan walked in, wearing basically nothing aside from her undergarments. He made no visible reaction, nor did any of his hearts stir.
Her body was very… teenaged. There was nothing to really say about it. She was simply a teenage girl whose body was still coming into itself. Her choice of undergarments was… interesting, though. Very lacey and provocative. To anyone whose brain wasn't wired like his many, it would've probably made their blood pump.
To him, though, there was nothing "sexy" about it.
"How do I look?" Mikan murmured, her face painted red with embarrassment. She was fishing for compliments. He wasn't stupid to ignore that. So, he said what he believed she wanted to hear.
"Beautiful, my dear," Izuku replied, a faint smile on his lips as Mikan's eyes glimmered with recognition and joy.
"Truly?"
"Yes, now come, join me," Izuku said, turning off the TV. Mikan dimmed the lights, walking over to him with a sway in her step. She was overdoing it—he knew it, and she probably did too, but he didn't want to point it out.
She crawled atop him, ignoring the spot next to him and instead made it very apparent it wasn't sleeping she was interested in. She pressed herself up against Izuku's cold, warmthless body, her face close to his as she straddled him, and in response, he placed both of his hands on her hips, whereas she placed both of her hands on his shoulders. He forced some of his blood to go down to his private region to keep the ruse that he was excited by this display.
Anything to keep Mikan happy, he supposed.
Mikan went in for a kiss, and so he reciprocated. It was a short thing, only lasting for about a moment, before she separated. He noticed her hips had been gyrating back and forth, her face redder than a beat. He could tell she was nervous, but at the same time, he could also tell she was extremely awkward about it.
It made sense. They were both virgins. He had never had sex before, nor had he planned to. Though if Mikan wanted to, he didn't see a reason as to why not. Despite the lack of feeling he had toward this, he didn't want her to feel as if she was forced to do this due to some kind of ritual that she believed was important.
She had been away for a few days, gaining power. He had appreciated that. He was glad she was getting powerful—more powerful than even Uraraka at the moment, even if it wasn't by much.
What he didn't understand was why she wanted to do this as the first thing she did when she came back to the apartment. She didn't feel like she had to, did she?
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Mikan..."
"But I want to…" Mikan breathed out, her tone seductive, or at least an attempt at it—credit where credit was due, she was trying. Izuku smirked, his hold on her hips increasing ever so slightly, which made her wince.
"Then, grinding on my crotch won't do much, now will it?" Izuku noted, letting his right hand slip into her undergarments and over her privates. "Allow me…" He felt something like an opening, moved his fingers and inserted them within said opening. She bit her lip, her shoulders rising slightly as her breath hitched.
He kept moving his fingers, in and out repeatedly, and with each passing motion, her face got redder and redder. Understanding human biology helped him learn that particular move. A part of him was a little annoyed that he felt a complete detachment from this. A part of him knew that they were both supposed to get something out of this.
It felt almost wrong.
He pulled his hand away when she let out a moan of what he assumed was pleasure, and when he did, he stared at his now defiled hand. There was a white-ish, sticky liquid on his fingers. It was seminal fluid of some kind, he supposed. Using one of his tendrils, he grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, and wiped his hand off, before looking back at Mikan.
"Do you feel better now?"
"A little…" Mikan muttered, looking at him with a kind of doey-eyed expression. She seemed relaxed, and calm. Less tense than before. "Would you like me to…" she gestured her hand toward his erect member—even if it wasn't exactly her doing, and more forced on his end.
He thought about it for a moment as she pulled it out. It was rather large, and her dainty, thin-fingered hand wrapped around it just fine. He had never seen it before, truth be told. He didn't need to use the restroom ever, so he had no real use for it other than pleasuring Mikan.
It was veiny, and it had a slight curve to it, with the tip of it looking like a mushroom. It didn't smell like anything, and Mikan seemed fixated on it with wide eyes.
"Well, if it'll help her enjoy herself…" "I don't see why not. Do whatever you—" when she started to stroke his cock, his brain's short-circuited. He didn't know how to feel about it, and the feeling wasn't instant mind you, but as she continued to shift her left hand up and down, up and down in a hypnotic pattern, he couldn't help but stare.
"What the…" It felt… weird. At first, he thought it felt wrong. Then, he thought it felt good. Then, he thought it felt like nothing. He didn't know how to process the feeling, and it was confusing him.
Was he supposed to feel pleasure from this? If he was, then it wasn't working. But that didn't explain why his hearts were beating fast, or why his breathing was picking up its pace. He stared into her eyes, trying to find some kind of answer, but all he got was the same emotion in her eyes that he had seen earlier.
Then it clicked.
Lust.
That was the emotion deep within Mikan's eyes. That was the feeling that he was getting from her, both from the look in her eyes and from the connection between the two. Her stroking picked up the pace, as he raised his right hand to her chin, caressing his thumb against her cheek.
Her eyes shone like yellow diamonds, lively and with a mix of several lustful emotions. Slowly, he was learning. Learning what she wanted—how she wanted it. She leaned in, their faces were close once more, which made it apparent as to what she wanted. She wanted a kiss, so a kiss was what she got. It was deep and sensual, and for a moment she moaned, stopping as she pulled away suddenly.
Her reason was because a thick, white fluid came out from his penis, and drenched her hand. A biological response to the constant motion was the same as hers when he removed his hand from her.
She pulled her hand away, he fetched for her a tissue to wipe it off, which she took in stride. The two teens stared at one another as she cleaned herself off, with Izuku doing the same.
"Do you… want to continue?" Mikan asked, her voice nervous and concerned. She was shaking, and her face was as red as a ripe tomato. Her hand was still holding onto his shaft, and she herself was resting on it. Almost as if she was implying that he would penetrate her.
Izuku pursed his lips, unknowing of what to do. He wasn't uncomfortable, but he didn't understand why she wanted to go further. Was this not enough? What would he gain from this, if anything at all?
"I… don't know…" Izuku paused, which made Mikan back off slightly, back to straddling his thighs like she had been before. "I don't know how to feel about this…" Izuku muttered, confusion painting his face. "I didn't feel anything. I know I should've—I know you did. But… I didn't."
"O-Oh… Um… I didn't offend you, did I? When I—"
"No, if I was offended, I would've outright denied it. I just… wanted to make sure," Izuku interrupted, looking away from Mikan. "I… didn't know what to tell you. You more than earned the reward, so I didn't want to deny you. You've done well, and there really isn't much I can do for you other than grant you more blood and send you on your way. But then, what kind of King would I be to my Queen if that was all that I would do?"
Sometimes he hated his increased intelligence. Izuku would look around himself daily and see young couples faun over one another, and a part of him felt envious that he couldn't experience that—couldn't feel that way.
He had no romantic feelings toward Mikan, but he did care about her. At first, he was only going to use her as a tool to get rid of the MCPD, but when he looked upon her memories, he felt a bond. A bond of shared suffering at a younger age.
"You shouldn't feel like you have to reward me in a way that makes you feel bad, Lord—"
"Izuku. My name is Izuku. That is the name that you can call me when we are alone together…" Izuku interrupted as Mikan's eyes widened.
"So… you really are the missing boy, aren't you?" Mikan said, slowly getting off of him as Izuku fixed his pants and adjusted his underwear and pants to hide his privates. "Now that I think about it, back when I first met you, I thought you looked like him. To think you were him… it was so obvious!"
"I suppose so. But that doesn't matter anymore. It wouldn't do anyone any good to know who I was. As I said, in private, you may call me Izuku. When you are not around any of the other Demons. Only when you are with me. Any other time, should I appear as a female, you will call me Izumi. If I appear male, you shall call me Muzan. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Izuku," Mikan replied, cuddling up next to him and wrapping her arms around his right arm as she laid down, with him doing the same. He still didn't understand why the rest of his body enjoyed Mikan stroking him like that, whereas his mind did not other than the passing buzz that happened when the semen came out.
"Mikan… what am I?" Izuku questioned, glancing down at himself.
"What do you mean, Izuku?" Mikan said. She was still testing the name on her lips, it seemed. That was fine. He didn't mind.
"Why do I feel the way I do? I'm not opposed to it, but I know it isn't normal…"
"It is normal, Izuku. You're simply Asexual. It means you don't feel sexual attraction to others. If you don't want to do sexual things, then that's fine. We don't have to if you don't want to," Mikan replied, earning a glance from Izuku.
"I…" He paused, "No. I'm fine if you want to have sexual relations. I won't compromise your happiness just because I feel nothing from the encounter. It's not as if I am uncomfortable with it. If I was, I wouldn't have given the thought any attention."
"Ah…"
There was an awkward silence in the air for a moment before it faded when Izuku laid down, resting his head against his pillow as he sighed, facing the ceiling as he closed his eyes. A heaviness quickly came over him, and then, he was unconscious.
[XXXX]
Natsumi wasn't exactly a fan of Asakusa. It was stuck in the past if someone were to ask her. All of the traditional buildings blended with modern architecture wasn't nearly as cool-looking as the natives of the city would have others believe. It looked ugly, and it most certainly didn't "stand out."
Well, no, that was a lie. It did stand out. But for all the wrong reasons.
"I wanna go there!" Eri chimed, sitting atop Natsumi's shoulders as she pointed to a building filled with fancily dressed women with white painted faces and red blushed cheeks with their hair styled in large buns. They dressed in black kimonos with red sashes and even redder ribbons with flower designs.
They were Geisha, and their job was to be entertainers. Usually traditional methods like tea ceremonies or wistfully sing-song poems or other somesuch. Natsumi didn't really know, nor did she care. But Eri was eyeing them as if a predator to prey, and she knew immediately what Eri wanted. "I wanna know what they taste like!"
"Eri, please…" Natsumi groaned as the little Demon flopped over, having her upside-down face meet Natsumi's.
"Please~?"
"Papa said only bad people. Those women have done nothing wrong, okay? Also, keep your voice down! Do you want the police or heroes to hear you?" Natsumi chided as Eri pouted, sitting upright.
"Meanie…"
"But a smart meanie."
"No. Big Sis is stupid."
"Why you little—" Before Natsumi could finish her sentence, she caught something in her peripheral vision. It was a large, muscular man pinning some… kid… to an alleyway wall. He had a baseball bat over his shoulder and…
"The man hit her again with the baseball bat, this time it was in the stomach, which made her vomit all over his white shirt. He stomped on her head, and back, and kicked her to her side. Then, the man swung at her with the now bloodied baseball bat again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again—"
The memory played in the back of her mind as she put Eri down off her shoulders and walked down the alleyway, the noise of the world deaf to her as she narrowed her rainbow eyes at the muscular bat-wielding man.
She didn't know what brought it on, but the memory of her death played in her mind as she walked behind the large man, reared her arm back, and plunged her hand through his back and out of his chest, ripping his heart out as the kid—a teen who would've been around her age if she hadn't died—who he had been accosting screamed in horror.
She let her run away. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that the girl was safe, and didn't meet a similar fate to her own. The man crumpled to the floor, blood spilling around him as Eri skipped over, looking at Natsumi with a concerned expression.
"Is Big Sis okay?"
"Yeah, I guess…" Natsumi muttered, still holding the heart of the thug in her hand. She passed it over to Eri, who greedily took it and began to eat it like an apple. She saw nothing wrong with that, even if it looked awkward. While Eri ate the heart, she ate an arm, though not before dragging the corpse deeper into the alleyway to avoid being seen.
They sat there, taking turns tearing parts off the body, leaving the torso mostly alone, and anything below the waist was a no-go. Eyeballs, tongue, jaw, arms—everything until the corpse looked like a mannakin with its arms and face removed. By the time it was over, a pool of blood surrounded them, and their faces were stained with so much blood that it looked like they were vultures.
It didn't last long, though, as their skin absorbed the blood, and when they exited the alleyway, their skin managed to soak up the blood in their clothes, too. So it wasn't as if they looked as if they had just murdered someone. As they left, though, Natsumi caught what sounded like a mortified shout of confusion. It sounded business-like, and professional—if that was even possible.
"A hero came just as we left. Damn…" Natsumi thought, taking Eri back on her shoulders as they joined the crowd of people walking down the sidewalk. A part of her was curious as to which hero, but the smarter part of her knew that it wasn't exactly a good idea just in case they put two and two together.
As she walked, Eri still on her shoulders, she couldn't help but watch as Ingenium sped down the road, hand to his ear as if he was making a report—"That was who found the body," Natsumi noted, frowning. A part of her wanted to track down the man, just to test his merit. But, at the same time, she didn't want to piss off Idaten. They were a family of heroes, and no doubt the entire family wouldn't seek vengeance for a death as profound as his.
Stupid she was not. Despite Eri's claims.
"Big Sis, who was that?" Eri asked, a faux innocence in her voice as Natsumi glanced up at her.
"That was Ingenium. He's one of the good ones. I think," Natsumi replied as Eri hummed, kicking her legs back and forth. That was never a good sign.
"Okay…"
"You wanted to fight him, didn't you?"
"Yeah…"
"Do you want to fight him still?"
"Yeah…"
Natsumi sighed. This was probably a bad idea, but… "Go ahead…"
"Yeah!" Just as Eri cheered, she leapt off her shoulder and started bounding across people's heads, causing a disturbance all the while. Natsumi watched as Eri became nothing more than a smudge of colour in the distance given chase after Ingenium.
Which now gave her the chance to do what she wanted. With Eri out of her hands, and with nothing else better to do, she decided that the best course of action was to go hunt some wannabe gangs. After all, it was those kinds of people that killed her, and she wasn't going to let any more of those pop up without consequence.
Jumping across the street and into another alleyway, she went to find the next gang of misfits and shit bags to cut open and gorge herself with. After all, she wanted to be stronger than Eri at the very least. It would've been rather embarrassing if she was weaker than a literal little kid.
"Yeah, like that's gonna happen…"
Natsumi refused to be weaker than some little pint-sized brat. That was why she was going to kill a bunch of people all at once and devour them. Ochako got to take down an entire group of people, and apparently, she rounded back to consume all of their corpses when no one was looking.
She needed to catch up. Compared to Mikan and Ochako, Natsumi was dead last. Eri and Fuyumi were still fighting for what place they would be in, either the fourth placement or the fifth, but Natsumi wanted to be at least the third. There were two new Demons, too—she felt the sensation of their creation, and they were already climbing up in the body count.
So, Natsumi needed to strike gold.
Apparently, in Asakusa, there was a sex trafficking ring. That would be her target—perpetrators and purchasers all, and maybe a few victims if they didn't flee as soon as the consumption began. She would consume them all. After all, the strong survive, and the weak die. That was the mentality she realized when she awoke from her death thanks to Lord Muzan.
She refused to be weak again.
She would never be weak again.
[XXXX]
Danjuro Tobito, or Gentle Criminal as he was more commonly known, was only a villain in name alone. He was only dubbed a villain because he committed petty crimes, and sometimes robberies to survive. He was, as his villain title would suggest, a Gentle Criminal.
When he ran into… Lord Muzan… he hadn't thought that he would make it out alive. Yet, here he was, sitting atop a rooftop overlooking Osaka. His body had completely changed as a result of having been turned into a Demon thanks to Lord Muzan's blood.
His hair, once an elegant silver mane, was now a dark, foreboding crimson colour, with his beard matching it to a tee. His eyes, of which there only used to be two, now gained an extra pair above the original set, both sets were now a deep purple with crimson red sclera. His skin was the same colour as before, if not slightly more pale, although now, he had black heart tattoos under his base set of eyes.
When he came to, Aiba was nowhere to be seen. He was concerned, until he felt her presence within him, which then allowed him to understand what had happened. They became connected—literally. The second pair of eyes was hers, and she awaited within until she needed to come out.
He didn't know what she looked like, only that she was powerful like him, and that she had changed physically unlike him.
"Aiba… are you alright?" Danjuro spoke to her, only mentally though.
"Hunger…"
Danjuro pursed his lips. She was still acclimating to Lord Muzan's blood. She was alive, yes, but she was still fixing herself. Using him as a sort of incubator. It was… a strange thought, yes. But it was true. She was born underdeveloped and had to be put in a test tube so that she could survive.
Perhaps Lord Muzan's blood was fixing her?
"Don't worry, Aiba… this city… Osaka will be our feasting grounds. Your hunger won't affect you anymore. That I promise…"
"Love you… Danjuro…"
"I love you too, Aiba…"
With that, Danjuro leapt from the rooftop, and as he did, he touched the air in front of him, creating a giant solidified, elastic platform, before bounding off it as he flew deeper into the city using his newfound physical strength and muscle control, alongside his Quirk, which he believed had gained a significant upgrade.
With each bound and leap, he felt as if he was freer than ever before. While he had lost his knife and had no idea where it had gone, his claws more than made up for it. When he first made it to Osaka, his first target was that of a man accosting a group of children.
Their death was swift as it was merciless.
He remembered Lord Muzan telling him to neglect his old morals and do anything to become stronger. That was exactly what he was going to do. Both to help Aiba who now incubated within himself, and so that he didn't disappoint Lord Muzan.
He couldn't disappoint Lord Muzan.
Lord Muzan was the one who not only spared him and Aiba but gave them the chance to be something better. To correct the world that was full of fake, disturbed, and wretched false heroes—the real false heroes. Not the fools that Stain would hunt.
Speaking of Stain, he had caught wind that he was in Osaka. A part of him didn't want to run into Stain, but if worst came to worst, then so be it. He would fight him tooth and nail. He had already consumed well over five people thus far, all of whom were false heroes and criminals.
He wondered what his parents thought of him now.
Not that he cared.
His parents abandoned him. Left him behind. All because of what? Some stupid mistake he made? Because the public was bullying them? Telling them their son was a monster!?
Well, now he was a monster.
He would make them regret their decision.
One day, he would find them. One day, he would show them the monster he had become. He would make them pay for abandoning him at his worst moment. For forsaking him and his dream. For making him live on the streets when they could've been the true, uplifting parents they were supposed to be.
By the time he was done with Osaka… By the time Aiba was no longer hungry… He would make his parents rue the day they abandoned him.
Unbeknownst to Danjuro, as he was leaping and bounding from rooftop to rooftop, looking for those who he may sink his teeth into, he failed to notice a man clad in red and white, with multiple blades on his person.
Even if his nose was defunct, that putrid smell—the same one Yushiro reeked of—carried itself on that man.
"Yushiro was right… I can hardly believe it…" Akaguro Chizome muttered, narrowing his blood-red eyes. "No matter. I will honour his last wish. If there is anything worse than a false shepherd and pathetic excuse of a Hero, it is a flesh-consuming Demon."
And so, Stain, The Hero Killer, gave chase to the Demon he had sensed. He had already taken the blade and the booklet regarding Breathing Styles from Yushiro's now shutdown store after his death, the rest of which having been taken to U.A. for some reason or another.
Frankly, Stain didn't care. He only took the book on Water Breathing. The one his ancestor was known for. He practiced it and found it to be lacking, so he made up his own using the base fundamentals of Water Breathing, and he had been using it on his hero hunts to great success—far better than regular swordplay.
If he could kill Heroes with it, then he could kill a Demon with it.
Now all he had to do was catch up to the Demon in question. Which, given his mastery over Total Concentration Breathing, it would take him less than a day. He might not have been able to do it constantly due to his nose and lungs being weaker than normal due to his last injury, but he would ensure that nothing would get in his way.
He wasn't doing this for the safety of others.
He was going after this Demon who was actively hunting on his territory.
And that was something he just couldn't allow.
"Run all you want, Demon scum. I don't care how new you are. You will die today."
-To Be Continued-