All Might walked into the kitchen to turn off the stove. As he placed the pot onto an unheated surface, Izuku sat at the kitchen table, staring at the wall in front of him. The former Symbol of Peace wasn't particularly hungry, especially what Izuku had told him in the living room. He could no longer stomach that katsudon. To think that he would no longer complain about the inflation of grocery prices.

"Tahiti was nothing more than a ruse." Toshinori dialogued, but he wasn't sure it was to himself or to his successor. His eyes were watering and he was trying his best not to display emotion, especially since he had to be the stronger, supportive type.

Izuku's face was getting paler and so was the color of his eyes. He kept fidgeting and constantly touching himself. Even as he wore his mentor's oversized sweatshirt, he still couldn't get this feeling off him. Toshinori was watching something that he had only thought he would witness only with women. Never in his lifetime did he think it would be a boy, let alone someone closer to home.

"I'll reach for Sansa again later," responded Toshinori as he took a seat from across Izuku. Sansa wasn't accepting his calls and when he called the precinct, he wasn't available at the office. Even for safe measure, he reached out to the CB radio in case he was on the beat and even that was radio silence. He wasn't too alarmed, knowing that his friend was probably busy working on a case. In his defense, he wasn't too descriptive about the circumstances until what Izuku revealed to him a short while ago.

"Does Inko know about this?" Toshinori knew better but he wanted to know. Discreetly coveting the woman that gave this boy life and being a valuable friend to him, he wanted answers. A bit selfish, he admitted to himself, but the thought of this woman turning a blind eye on her own flesh and blood for sake of cushion money irked him. To think he was at the table earlier that day drinking her coffee and sitting next to the vile woman that served as their benefactor.

A small sigh went through Izuku's nose. "Mom doesn't have a clue." He took a hold of the now lukewarm tea. "Even if she did, she wouldn't believe it. Mom loves Dad and she trusts him. Too trusting as a matter of fact."

"How can a woman love a man that barter his own son just to save his neck?" Toshinori sucked through his teeth. He wished he would have met Hisashi some time back before handing his powers to his successor. It would have been a personal pleasure, if not a privilege, to snap that ungrateful bastard's neck until he can break off each section of his spine like a candy dispenser.

Hisashi and Jacques met through a mutual acquaintance at a drink bar several months ago. On the surface, the CEO was in town on business. For a long time, the figurehead has been wanting to expand his Dust business inter-universally. He and his team were looking for areas with cheap land and laxed ordinances and regulations. Africa, India, parts of the Middle East, and Japan were no exceptions to his plan.

As they bonded over drinks and revelry, they also shared a mutual bond of gambling. Izuku's father was a dreamer. A man that believed that the world was his oyster and he must search and seek the pearl. But in actuality, he was a degenerate gambler who pissed his savings on pachinko and baccarat. Any extended line of credit came from his pension and stocks invested into his job. When the money ran out, so was his ability to gamble.

"Your father's hand got caught in the cookie jar." Toshinori responded, obviously disgusted by what his successor's father's actions resulted. Hisashi was exposed by a colleague who caught him attempting to wire money from the expense account at their place of work. The colleague threatened to expose Hisashi unless he worked on his projects and received portions of his paycheck. And because of that, it caused Hisashi to fall behind at work, losing precious, fruitful accounts to other colleagues. Toshinori could imagine the look on Hisashi's face as he was on bended knees to the Schnee family. In the state of destitute and desperation to quell the situation to keep his job and his dignity, or lack thereof.

"Uncle Jacques cleared his debts, silenced the blackmailer, and even convinced some of his clients to come back to him," said Izuku solemnly. "But…in the life of the rich and 'shameless,' nothing comes without a price."

Tahiti was one of Jacques' stomping grounds. He had pull with the local government and with the hush money he had supplied with them, no one would ask questions. Whereas Hisashi's desires lie in gambling, Jacques' desires lie in the human flesh.

"Tahiti was a test of my father's allegiance to Uncle Jacques," said Izuku. "Initially, I was going to be Uncle's plaything but he felt that I wasn't 'much of a femboy' to him. Devoted to his wife, he knew that she was looking for a plaything and had decided to hand me to her."

Toshinori nearly choked himself on what was coming out of his successor's mouth. "Hisashi risked his own son to save his own ass?"

"If Dad lost his job, where else could we have gone? Losing a job doesn't mean losing your debts. It doesn't mean people will forget," said Izuku. "Somebody knows somebody about something that you have done with that somebody. That black mark would have followed Dad no matter where he had gone and because I'm his son, I too would have adorn the black mark." He dropped his head. "I was honestly a dead man the moment my father pulled the coil from the pinball."

"No father should have sold his own son just to keep a job." All Might pointed at Izuku. "Your life is worth more than a job."

"And what about honor?" interjected Izuku. "Uncle Jacques can do worse than what my dad's colleague would have done. That veil of shame, hovering over him for the rest of his life." He pointed to himself. "And me? People will talk. It would never go away."

"People will talk, Midoriya-shounen. There will be people that will always find a reason to talk," retorted All Might. "Do you think I haven't faced opposition when I was the #1 Pro Hero?"

"But you didn't have anyone that would blackmail you with your body either, Sensei," interjected Izuku. "Anyone can be bought and there is always someone with the highest bid."

"I can get you and Inko somewhere safe," said All Might, fumbling his lips. "I can make some calls, get someone to investigate the Schnee family. I can keep you safe, Midoriya-shounen. You must have faith."

"Our society has a hard-on for reminding us what our father and father's father have done in the past. It's amongst us Japanese, a lot of greaseball bullshit." Izuku cleared his throat. "New leaves are no different than old leaves, just flipped over. It may blow over…for a while, but the powers that be know. Even if I run, it will only be a matter of time. Hell, I am on a finite time as it is."

"Midoriya-shounen—"

"My fate has been sealed, Sensei. I'm their property." He dropped his head and a self-defeating smile appeared. He stood up and faced his back to All Might. He lifted up his shirt and showed All Might something that made him gasp.

It appeared to be a birthmark or a scar in the shape of a fish.

"This is the crest that makes me theirs," said Izuku. "That night as I lied in bed being fucked by Auntie, she made the mark to make it known that I belong to them."

Toshinori didn't know how to answer. Was Hisashi too deep into the fray? He had read in books and in manga the prowess of the rich. He brushed it off as cliche to ruse the audience in order to take in emotions. He chewed on his lip. Was this really real? Were the words that were coming out of Izuku's mouth true? The denial was reeling in his mind like an overexposed film — did Hisashi sell his son to the Schnee family to be used as a plaything to save his reputation?

The former Symbol of Peace stood up and wanted to hug his successor in a tight embrace. That selfish bastard of a father was his thought. He knew that there was a special place in hell for Hisashi and that alone wasn't enough. He was even willing to spend eternity in hell just to torment Hisashi in the name of Inko and Izuku.

He brushed past Izuku and pulled out his cell phone. He was reaching out for Sansa again. As the line trilled, he needed to think of solutions. Although Izuku protested against Mirko, Mirko might be the one that can sate the situation. As for the rich, perverted bastard, Jacques, Toshinori knew a guy that was similarly vain as him. "Let's hope Enji can provide me some answers as well."

Meanwhile….

Sansa knew about the diner that was situated not too far from the police station. He had frequented that establishment far too many times to count. As he stepped inside, the hostess, without question, pointed to the booth where he was assigned.

At the booth was a white-haired woman that looked directly at him. Her pale blue eyes latched onto his while drinking what appeared to be coffee and smoking a cigarette — bold with the latter as there was a "no smoking" sign etched behind her. He made cautious steps as he approached the woman.

"Have a seat," said the woman as she slid the menu at his side of the table. "Find something to chow down, it's on me."

Unmoved, unrepentant, nonchalant — cold as ice. Sansa sat at the center. He examined his surroundings, hoping to Oum that none of his brothers were here.

"Wow, talk about the cat's meow, Salai." Willow chuckled as she took a sip of her Irish coffee. "What's the panic? Grab you some food. I've heard the tuna melt here is to die for. I would watch out for the pickles."

Sansa gritted his teeth. "Who the hell are you? And why in the hell are you spouting out nonsense like 'Salai?' I'm Sansa Tamakawa."

Willow rolled her eyes as she took another smoke. "Salai Belladonna, you and the former chieftain of White Fang, Ghira Belladonna are brothers."

"Half-brothers," interjected Sansa. "My father was a Faunus and my mother is Japanese. My father was never in my life. I don't have any connections with Menagerie, Remnant or anything related to that. My life is Japan and Japan alone. Ghira is just a name to me. No different than the coffee stain on the wall beside me."

The elder Schnee chuckled, licking her lips as she raised her coffee cup in the air. "Garcon, coffee! Spike it extra hard please." The waiter rushed over to the booth and took her cup from her hand.

"What is it that you want from me?" Sansa asked in a stern manner.

"Nuh-uh!" She wagged her finger. "It isn't what you want but what you're going to do. Tamakawa, Belladonna, whatever you want to call yourself, I have a proposition for you."

It wouldn't be the first time Sansa has heard those six ill-fated words. The cat-headed officer had to keep his composure, especially when he was supposed to be the authority. "What kind of proposition?"

Willow pursed her lips. Words that she wanted to hear. She gave it a little time, a bit of a pregnant silence as the waiter returned with her Irish coffee. She smiled at the gentleman as she took her cup, slightly rubbing against his hand, warranting a blush from the waiter.

"A proposition in which you can keep your job as a police officer and no one will have to know about your espionage."

Sansa was taken aback when hearing those words. He chuckled, slouching down as he tried to keep his composure. He raised his hand to the waiter, informing him that he wanted a cup of coffee and a glass of lemon water.

"Espionage, you say?" Sansa propped an eyebrow.

Willow propped an eyebrow. She sipped her drink to hide her laughter. "Yeah…espionage. You know? Spying, gaining intelligence, serving an allegiance to one while working under another?"

"Someone has been doing their homework, haven't they?" Sansa thanked the waiter as he received his beverages. "One would think rich people didn't have time to read and would let others do it on their behalf like that Lori Laughlin girl and her daughter."

"Hey, someone has to be busy tending to affairs to keep things afloat."

"Afloat, you say." He chuckled as he sipped his water.

"Yeah. You weren't too hard to find, Salai," she responded. "Cushy operation you have here, Officer." She crossed her legs as she pulled out another cigarette. "Does Musutafu Police Department aware of your moonlighting activities."

"Such as?"

"Don't bullshit me now, Salai. What would your poor brother think of you?"

"Ghira can think whatever he wants. Who is he to me?," responded Sansa curtly. "And for the last time, it's Sansa Tamakawa. And if you keep this up, then you will be calling me Officer Tamakawa when I read your rights."

"On what grounds?" Willow interjected. "We're in a public place. Has a crime occurred? All we're having is a simple conversation between friends. C'mon, Salai—"

"If you keep on saying—"

"Salai, cut the act. Save that for those gophers that dig holes for me in my garden," interjected Willow. "If you were above this, you would have never showed up. If I was this 'so-called threat,' then we would be having this discussion now, would we?"

Sansa stared blankly at the woman-in-question.

She clicked her tongue. "That's what I've thought." Willow reached into her peacoat and slid a manila envelope on the table. "I won't get into politics as it would be fruitless and take all night. In this envelope is everything to keep me away from you and you away from the Cabinet. You see, Salai, you can pretend that you're just a half-breed mutt that puts on a front to protect and serve your community." She then had a menacing glare in her eyes. "But only if that community knew that you moonlight as a correspondence for White Fang, spreading their literature across the country to your Faunus brethren that reside in Japan. But, it doesn't stop there, anyone that has animal-traited quirks you push your propaganda. If your precious brother knew that you also played a role in forcibly throwing him out."

Willow can see the woes and worry visibly shown on his face.

"To me, you're no different than that self-righteous, detritus, drug-pushing Nino Brown. Am I my brother's keeper?" Willow said, smiling.

Sansa was turning pale in the face. He was feeling nauseated. He had to touch his table just to see was this reality.

"Personally, I couldn't give a damn about your faux-Black Panthers activism," said Willow. "That isn't what I am here for." She took another smoke. "Your so-called friend, Toshinori Yagi, is going to make a call to produce some lies that don't exist pertaining to a boy named Izuku Midoriya."

"Izuku Midoriya?" Sansa stared blankly at her. He knew about Izuku Midoriya with the interactions he had with Toshinori whenever they crossed paths. "Isn't he a high school student?"

"Don't explain scruples to me, Salai. Save that for Adam and Sienna," retorted Willow. "As I am saying, I have personal interest in this boy and I don't need this Toshinori interfering with this Izuku Midoriya." She took Sansa's coffee cup and tapped the ash inside. "Just like how you pollute your community with lies sprouting about the mistreatment of Faunus, I don't need lies put into your head about what Toshinori is going to say about Izuku."

She reached into her peacoat again and slid a business card on the table. Sansa took the card. On the front, it showed the Schnee Dust Company. The expression said it all to Willow as it was written on his face.

"Willow Schnee," he said flatly.

"Correct, or better yet, you can refer to me as your benefactor."

"..."

"When he makes the call, you give us a call," said Willow. "We get the boy, you get your freedom."

"What about Toshinori?"

"What about him? What about the innocent men everywhere that get incarcerated for felonious charges?" Willow chuckled. "You're a smart man, Salai Belladonna. You'll figure it out."

Sansa slowly reached for the envelope. However, it was pressed to the table by Willow.

"You're my Faunus?" Willow propped an eyebrow.

Sansa felt his mind was flooding like a swimming pool. He then dropped his head. "It certainly appears so." Willow's well-manicured nails released the envelope as it was now in Sansa's possession.

"Toshinori is probably blowing your phone up right now to get in touch with you. I reckon that you should be calling him back," said Willow. "Keep calm when you call him back and tell him that you guys are going to meet at the location written on the back of that card. And be sure that he brings Izuku with him. After all, he is a character witness."

Willow finished the rest of her cigarette and tossed it in Sansa's cup. She stood up and stretched her arms skyward. "I should be expecting you no later tonight. I hope that you won't let me down, Salai."

She reached into her pocket and tossed a few dollars on the table. "I suggest you eat. Your blood sugars are getting low. Don't need you making mistakes or having buyer's remorse now, do we?" She reached over and pecked him on the cheek. "Have a lovely day, Sansa Tamakawa."

Sansa was now alone at the booth. He sat there helpless as he watched Willow hailed a taxi. She gave him another glare before departing from the diner. Sansa, now sitting there with the manilla envelope, grabbed it and unopened it. He barely looked into the envelope when seeing a glimpse of something that made him close it.

"Now there are two reasons why I don't align myself with Ghira." Sansa knew he was a man of convictions. He only did what he felt was right for the sake of his people. However, it didn't mean what he thought was right wasn't publicly accepted. He pulled out his cell phone and as Willow stated, there were many missed calls from Toshinori.

He took sullen breaths before placing the call to Toshinori.

Back to Izuku and All Might….

"That's great, Sansa. We'll be there in a bit. Goodbye!" Toshinori hung up the phone and turned to Izuku who was sitting at the kitchen table. "That was Officer Sansa. He arranged a meeting so we can talk about the Schnee family."

"Where?"

"Sansa said at the Municipal Beach. He felt an open area would be safer."

"Nuh-uh, not good enough," retorted Izuku. "Why can't we meet at the police station?"

"He felt since this was an 'off-the-books' operation, he didn't want prying ears."

"Prying ears? Sensei, I'm risking my livelihood by reporting this and this has to be 'off-the-books?' That doesn't make any sense."

"Listen, Midoriya-shounen. As you said, the Schnee family has power. Plus, I think Sansa didn't want to arouse suspicion in case there is someone on the beat under the Schnee's payroll."

Izuku shook his head in disagreement. He wasn't convinced. "That's not good enough." He stood up, shaking his head. "I don't like this, Sensei. This doesn't feel right."

"Trust me, Midoriya-shounen. Sansa is a good guy. He's one of us. I don't think he wouldn't put us in a jam like that."

"I don't know Officer Tamakawa well enough to give an input," interjected Izuku. "If Sansa wants to do this, then it has to be here. Here and no place else."

"I did question that as well." All Might put a finger to his lip.

"Then call him back."

"Trust me, shounen."

"Call him back or else I walk."

"I'm trying to help."

"Call him back or else I'm leaving," retorted Izuku, showing sternness on his face. It showed concern towards his mentor. "What my eyes can't see, my heart can't leap. Dagoba is too open." He was staring at the window outside, seeing the skyline of the city. "Something isn't right and if I am going to do this, then it's going to be on terms."

"Midoriya-shounen."

"Call Sansa back and tell him that I want the meeting here and no please else. Now!"

All Might could see the unrelenting look on his successor's face. True to his word, just as the day he knew Izuku wanted to be the next Symbol of Peace, the boy was adamant with his decision. "Okay." All Might said. "I'll tell him that we need to change the venue here."

"Thank you, Sensei." An alleviated sigh ran through his nose. This was ground zero and he knew it. Auntie Willow and her daughters were on the prowl. The window of opportunity was closing every second he sat here in stagnation. He knew that there was no doubt that Willow knew his whereabouts. She was only buying him time, keeping him to dangle for a minute. Willow, as well as her daughters, were huntresses at the very core. They were watching, waiting, and preying for the moment to strike. An invisible noose was slowly knotting around his neck.

And if he didn't think of a strategy to jump out of that window, then he knew it would be all too late.

The day before….

Weiss swallowed a morning after pill as she stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. She looked at herself to make sure appearances were okay. Mother and Auntie would be back shortly and thus, everything on the surface should look good as well.

"I'd shower if I were you, stupid Dekkun." Weiss said as she reached over and tossed the towel at him. "Better hope to Oum that I have my period or else there are two things Ruby needs to worry about."

Covered with the juices from all of his "onee-sans," a bath was definitely needed after what they had done to him. He rubbed his neck and saw blood on his finger. Weiss really did break skin while she rode him.

"Hey, did you hear me? Hurry up! I didn't think you were retarded in the ears."

"Yes, I've heard you."

"You're giving me lip, boy?"

"No!" He said in a self-defeating manner. "No, I wasn't."

That tone warranted a smile from the middle Schnee. "Good! Because I couldn't imagine stupid Dekkun giving me attitude. Oum knows how life is going to be when Mother finally makes things official." She clapped her hands. "To think I'll have a personal manservant when I head back to Beacon."

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Weiss approached him as he sat on the toilet. She grabbed that towel to cover his cum-soaked penis and then sat on his lap. "We didn't make this trip to Japan just to be on holiday. Mother and Father have talked and well…we think you would be suited better if you were to stay with us."

His eyes were getting wide as saucers.

"Oh, Dekkun, don't give me that tear-stained face. It makes me want to see you cry some more when I fuck you," she said as she grinned. "Mother isn't a fan of split custody. Makes us think we're poor and [redacted]. Even Father agrees that you should come back to Remnant and serve your rightful place as our family pet."

"..."

"Oh, please! Look at it as a privilege and not an insult. If anything, your troubles are over. To think your existence is to be our living breathing sex toy," said Weiss. "Problem-solved for your future. Or, do we need to question Uncle Hisashi's future as well as Auntie Inko's?"

The emerald-haired teen dropped his head.

"Good boy," she said, stroking his cheek. "C'mon, let's get in the bath. Plus, seeing this is making me horny again." She then flicked his forehead as she began to disrobe. "Let's rattle again."

Back to the present….

Toshinori got off the phone with Sansa. He held it tightly as he didn't want to be the bearer of bad news to his successor. He knew earlier the boy excused himself to use the restroom. He tried finding the right words to inform him that the meeting had to take place at Dagoba.

"Midoriya-shounen!" Toshinori knocked at the door. "Hey, I know that you wanted us to meet here but Sansa ultimately felt that meeting at the park was a better alternative."

Silence filled the bathroom. In a way, he could understand. This was a lot to digest after one day. Here he was, the former Symbol of Peace, and he couldn't even provide his successor the peace of mind of protecting him.

"Midoriya-shounen!" He knocked again. "Listen, don't be mad at me. Just take perspective from this. You're getting help and I promise you that you and your mother will be safe."

There was still silence. That caused concern to All Might.

He grabbed the knob. As he pulled it open, he saw that the bathroom was empty.

With the exception of an open window.

"Where do you want me to take you?"

"Endeavor's Pro Hero Agency, sir, please."

"Endeavor's Pro Hero Agency? That is a bit of a drive."

"Can you make the drive or not."

"Sure I can. Do you have the money?"

"We'll cross that path as soon as we get there."

To be continued….