AU NOTES
Well, well, well, let's see what do we have here? Another chapter of Blood God incoming! Thank you for your comments/reviews on the last chapter, many people raised interesting questions and had some things unclear on their minds; I could overly explain things or I could let you guys wonder on your own about the story. Which do you think better? Hahaha, I'll let you guys ponder about the meaning and questions on your own, as do the best stories I have had the pleasure of reading.
Now that we are done with that, let's proceed to another chapter! This time my plans are to increase the build-up rate of the tension and prepare for the final part of the [kidnapping-incident/Kamino Raid Arc]; we will have some heavy work to do, so my recommendation is to free up some time to read the incoming chapters, as they will be heavy on the word-count (PlayerSh1n already hates me for the much-too-long work count, but what can you do, pendejo?! PS: just kidding, love you and thanks for your hard work at translating my work to Spanish on AO3).
Besides, we will also have plenty of porn today, because I feel like stretching my hentai-writing repertoire and NNN is upon us, so try your best fellas!
Without much delay, let's go!
[Blood for the Blood God]
[Chapter 36: Shaky Grasp]
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[League of Villains' Hideout]
"You really had the gall to make a deal behind my back, Kurogiri?" Shigaraki's voice was full of tension, the few villains that were present in the bar at the moment sensing that their leader was just about ready to snap into one of his usual outrages. That particular instance was not an uncommon sight the past week, considering that the gangly villain seemed to not have gotten a wink of sleep, dark circles surrounding his dry-looking orbs.
The one being threatened – the gaseous villain Kurogiri – seemed to not be worried that the murderous gaze of his leader was being fully directed at him, the man calmly working on something while showing his back to his leader.
On the farthest stool close to the counter sat Himiko, the blonde girl dressed in an oversized beige cardigan. She seemed bored out of her mind, carelessly laying her upper body on the smooth counter while she waited for her order to be finished.
The only villains currently present in the bar/hideout of the league where them, with Magne sitting on a couch in front of a tv, the villain nursing a glass of whiskey while watching the news with a disinterested face.
"Leader-san, please! Would you mind keeping it down over there? I'm waiting for the astrology report of the week." Magne sipped from his glass, clearly not bothered by whatever was happening a few feet away from him.
The so called leader of the league returned a murderous stare to the other villain, his intent obvious.
"~~~sigh~~~" Himiko was the one to express herself this time, making Tomura's head snap in her direction. The girl seemed to be utterly bored out of her mind, her yellow orbs – so usually vibrant and full of energy – were dull and lacked the usual mania that she was known for.
"What the fuck are you acting like that for?" Shigaraki couldn't help but curse aloud, getting the girl's attention. His hands twitched and many times he thought about scratching his neck, but he held his digits in check.
Himiko kept a dull gaze over her "leader" for a few minutes before she wordlessly returned to staring at Kurogiri's back, waiting for her order. She could sense Shigaraki's anger increase with her dismissive attitude at his sour mood, but her own mood was down in the dump. For about a week her beloved Izu-kyun had been locked in a special cell that was made to hold him in place, but she had not been allowed to visit him. Only Kurogiri knew the location of the prison and most of time he'd go there without warning, thus dashing her hopes of seeing her beloved blood lord.
The plan she had worked out was simple. Earn the league's trust and gather the most amount of information about everything she could in the least suspicious way, then solidify her presence as a solid ally and then give Izu-kyun all the information she had acquired. What he would do with that was his own business; Himiko was not ready to play buddy-buddy with the law or the heroes, but then again there was no need for it.
Izu-kyun could play at being a hero all he wanted, but Himiko knew that he was used to flirting with the "lawless" side of things. It was much easier to solve certain problems without the restrains of being a "good guy" and at the end of the day he could not fully ignore his nature. He could at most tame it and direct it, but he could not ignore it.
Himiko didn't bother with answering the lanky villain, directing her gaze at the incoming treat that Kurogiri had just finished. She immediately perked up once the gaseous man placed the tall glass filled with creamy goodness in front of her, the girl immediately picking the display cherry and popping it in her mouth, cooing at the sweet taste of the fruit dipped in vanilla-and-melon ice cream.
"Hmmm~~" Himiko focused on the icy treat in front of her, aware of the intense gaze of her leader, yet fine with ignoring his stare. She began to stuff her mouth with the sugary goodness, lightly humming along some theme song she had heard on tv the past week.
Kurogiri watched the interaction with some apprehension, ready to spawn some portals to avoid bloodshed on his newly-cleaned bar. A day had gone by since he obtained the special pill from their captured hostage, the villain secretly feeding it to his leader; it was the first time in a week that Shigaraki managed to sleep again, granting the gaseous man some peace of mind. Thankfully for everyone their leader had remained in his own room, else indiscriminate murder and mayhem would have been certain happenstances.
The lanky villain had not contacted their true master to speak about what circumstances had led to him being almost an walking corpse, but Kurogiri had no doubt that AFO was already aware of it, but was avoiding meddling with Tomura to see how the man would fare when faced with such situation. So far things had not shifted much, but Kurogiri was feeling some strange dread trying to settle in at the bottom of his stomach.
"Have you completed the quest that I gave to you?" Shigaraki managed to speak through gritted teeth, doing his best to hold in his temper.
Himiko glanced at him with a side-eye, her yellow orbs dully taking in the sight of her leader. It was clear in her demeanor that she was not pleased with his leadership, but for now her rebellious streak was resulting in only light rebellion. She took another big scoop from her glass, taking her time eating the treat before speaking.
"Yeah, I was done with it a while ago, but Shiggy-chan was too busy being a hikkikomori to even notice it," She nonchalantly replied, playing with her spoon. "besides, I haven't received any reward for my work here; I was one of the most successful during the raid and your only information acquisition method outside of Giran-chan, but it has been only hard work and no bread for sweet ol' 'imiko-chan here. I'm not here to work for free, you know? My old employer was strict, but I wasn't lacking anything when I was with him!" She loudly complained, making sure to take harsh digs at her supposed leader.
Any reward that Shigaraki could come up with would never be enough or even adequate when compared to the sweet blood she was being fed by Izuku, but she could milk the villain for all his – pitiful – worth before she dipped. Now if only that big-titted mechanic would read the e-mails she was sending her already. She read the e-mail of that other American blonde, why was she not reading the one most important for one that was supposed to take care of Izuku's property while he was away?
Nonetheless, Himiko found a way to slip the heroes some information without exposing herself. Giran-chan was an amazing broker after all, and as much as some higher-ups liked to play the good-guy role, they were just as dirty as some of the villains that scurried along society's underbelly.
Tomura released a throaty noise that was most likely in an attempt to intimidate her (it failed miserably, only her lovely Izu-kyun could make her hairs stand and instincts trigger). Himiko was quick to arm her free hand with a pocket knife, the hand holding a spoon clenching hard around it.
"You know…" Himiko's voice lowered in tone, acquiring a sharp edge that was uncommon to her. "…it would be quite shameful for you if the entire underground villain community happened to find out that the League of Villain's leader got his shit pushed in by a girl holding a spoon…" Toga finished her threat by very minutely using her Sunyata technique, her very presence diminishing so much that it was like the girl had become a blurry phantom. Gone in a moment, then back in the next; Toga demonstrated her mastery over her own killing intent, suppressing it as easily as she breathed.
Shigaraki intensely stared at the spot that Himiko occupied, trying his best understand the occurrence. He himself could project some killing intent, but Himiko's technique was not something that he could even begin to understand. It was almost as if she literally vanished from the world, all his trained senses failing to pick up anything that would indicate her presence. The villain huffed and puffed, but he ended up relenting it. Toga was a valuable party-member that he could not afford to lose, especially since she fulfilled many niche roles that were difficult to find replacements for. Loosing muscle-brains or foot-soldiers like that Muscular-guy was not ideal, but those were loses that he could tolerate and even plan around; however, losing someone with Toga's skillset was too harsh a blow for AFO's apprentice.
"What do you want?" He roughly asked.
Himiko hummed, the spoon that she previously threatened Shigaraki now being spun amidst her fingers. She seemed to ponder for a while, some condensation building around her glass.
Before Tomura could stand from his seat, Himiko tilted her head towards Kurogiri.
"You said that Kuro-chan did some sort of deal with Izu-kyun, right?" The words were less of a question and more of a statement, the girl not waiting for answers from either the male villains before she continued. "That means that he's got that cutie cat-themed hero all to himself, right? Do you mind if I play around with them a bit?" She phrased her words as a question, but the villains' leader knew that she was imitating Giran's mannerism. The underground broker rarely outright asked for something, instead opting to word things out as exchanged favors; it gave the illusion that one was choosing something out of their own volition when most of the time Giran had guided them through the conversation. A carefully spoken word here, a subtle head-nod there; while most villains opted to brute-force their way through life, but the underground dealer was one for trickery and careful plans.
No wonder he was famous (or rather, infamous) for being able to acquire most of anything to anyone should his bidding price be paid.
Being – much to his burning hatred – cornered by the young psycho, Shigaraki turned his red pupils towards the person responsible for his regained sleep (and loss of a unique bargaining chip against both the heroes and Midoriya himself).
"Well then, Kurogiri…" Tomura started, but was interrupted by Himiko.
"Kuro-chan, take me to Izu-kyun! Pretty please with sugar on top!" The girl cut her leader off.
The gaseous man was previously observing the duo, but now found himself the focus of their gazes. He sighed, the motion a tired thing.
"As I have tried to explain before, Shigaraki, the decision I made had all our sakes in mind." Kurogiri said in his usual baritone voice, going towards the nearby refrigerator and opening it. After getting some beverage from it, he turned back to the two villains, approaching the counter and placing a common glass cup in front of the lanky villain. The beverage ended up being some common soda. "A leader must always be on their best condition to continue his work. Your ability to make decisions was deteriorating and the one responsible for you, it is my job to make sure you can achieve your ambitions." The gaseous man omitted further details to spare his leader of any further embarrassment (and himself from any other threats). Thankfully the other members of the league were also out doing other assignments and only he normally went close to Tomura's room. It would have been a disaster had anyone passed by his room and noticed the mess that it had become inside.
Shigaraki – after his third sleepless day – had tested just about any and every method that was supposed to help him sleep. From common meditation to even sheer exhaustion, nothing had worked.
Contrary to what many may think about him, Shigaraki was rather self-aware that he had a nasty temper and was quick to anger. He'd been working on it, as Sensei always remarked that an impatient and unprepared villain had only one end; Tomura had a plan that he was trying to lay the foundations off, which was why recently the main hideout had been mostly devoid of party-members. He sent some to complete some side-quests that were meant to earn him some loot and some faction points, but some simply still had their affection stat too low for him to fully command them.
Most obeyed him, but it was mostly out of fear from Sensei and not loyalty (or even fear) towards him. Considering that he had been unable to sleep, Tomura had had plenty of time to think things through – although some of it was spent trying to mitigate the terrible headaches that came due to his lack of sleep – and he noticed quite a few things about his work. His own stats might place him in A-tier in terms of fighting skills, but outside of that many of his social trees lacked allocated points. He was trying to make up for this with his party-members, but since their affection levels were still too low he was somewhat stuck.
Twice was mostly easy to please, but just making him grind his quirk-skill did not yield as much profit as Tomura imagined. Spinner was obeying, but for some reason was very unreceptive of the quests that he was given, always mumbling something about Stain. Toga did her given quests, but was quite reluctant in giving him the quest item that he needed. All of that exacerbated his anger, which was then thoroughly boosted by the rebellious Dabi.
Dabi was sort of rogue-type party member that required heavy investments to unlock his loyalty and make him obey. So far he was mostly doing his own thing, barely reporting to Kurogiri or Giran his whereabouts.
Shigaraki tried to think about methods to win all of them over to his cause, but so far nothing improved much of anything. He figured that granting Toga her wish might finally unlock more options for him to wield, and hopefully zero-out her dissatisfaction meter. She might be a key in understanding the others.
Still, it was not easy to admit that his previous methods were flawed. Sensei makes this mind-game stuff seem too easy, the villain mused as he huffed in defeated frustration.
"Fine, go see that fucking brat. Don't even know what you find so interesting about that hero-shit." He commented, grabbing his glass with all but one finger, avoiding dusting it and spilling the content all over his clothes.
Himiko released an acute and high-pitched noise that one might consider a sign of happiness. She began shoveling the ice-cream down her mouth with such enthusiasm that some did remain on the corners of her mouth. She closed her eyes and held in a pained moan as the consequence of eating her frozen treat too fast set in, the villainess "oblivious" to the eyes of her villain leader.
"Come on, come on, come on,~~~" Like a child that had been promised candy and countless rides on an amusement park, Toga skipped the counter and approached Kurogiri's frame, tugging on his vest as if to hurry him.
The gaseous villain glanced at his young master, silently trying to ascertain Tomura's goal. Considering that the lanky villain now hid his face from sight gave little to the bartender, who decided to simply fulfill his role.
"Very well." His baritone voice was firm and stable, the villain moving his acrid yellow eyes to focus on the girl that was pulling on his vest. "Shall we go, Himiko Toga?"
The blonde girl began to rapidly nod, looking like every part an adorable puppy and a crack-addict going through withdraw. A portal was quick to envelop the duo in purple-black, the villains vanishing from the location as if they had never been there.
While Shigaraki remained on his seat, another person discreetly spied on him from their own seat on the nearby couch, the astrology content left aside for a moment as the queer villain sipped from his whiskey glass.
Magne moved his eyes away from his supposed leader's back and focused back on the tv.
/…and this week's horoscope for Scorpio goes as following: [Don't do something that makes you cringe when you spot others committing this unspeakable act…]/
The presenter blared on and on, but Magne only had one thing on his/her mind as she remembered the sight of Shigaraki's back.
*sips from whiskey glass*
*rolls eyes*
*loads derogatory term in the mind*
*remembers to whisper*
"…fucking simp."
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[Izuku's Underground Prison]
Silence reigned almost supreme inside the holding cell that contained Izuku, the only noise that echoed being the soft breathing sounds of the asleep Ragdoll. Izuku was beyond relieved that nothing bad seemed to have happened to the Pussycats' member, but he maintained a respectable distance from the woman.
He had been forced to constantly fight to the death against noumu clones and his only nutrition source had been their vile and disgusting blood, so the vampire was naturally twitchy and ready for violence. He was fairly in control of himself, but precaution was always a must, especially when dealing with his [Thirst].
To make matters more complicated, Ragdoll's scent was spreading. So far the only people that would be present in his cell would be himself and his opponents, and with all the blood painting the walls (both belonging to him and his enemies) Izuku's nose had become used to the metallic scent; however, Ragdoll's scent was very much different from anything in the room. It called his attention, teasing him with a promise of a satisfying meal of supple female flesh and warmth that was beyond that of a quirk byproduct.
Izuku was holding on to his principles and logical side as strongly as he could, but it certainly was a fraying test of his willpower. To further test his patience, there was this terribly annoying echoing sound; akin to droplets of water falling, it happened periodically, but he could not pinpoint the source of the annoyance.
The [Beast Within] had remained fairly quiet, only aiding him in battle. It was a blessing for sure, as the vampire could do without the taunting remarks and jokes that his wild instincts would murmur in his head. He wondered if rescue was anywhere close in finding out his location, the teen careful with his expectations. It was a funny thing about the human mind, hopes and expectations.
They could help out people survive some of the most dire situations and allow for extreme feats, but that was only if they could be maintained. Once a person began to have doubts, those same concepts would be spun into a rope that would ever so slightly tighten around the individual's neck until they hanged themselves with it.
Managing proper sanity in his conditions had been difficult, but so far they had been manageable. However, not even a full day (or so his internal clock accused) had went past and here he was, having to be constantly assuring himself that he would behave. That was how much pressure having someone in his little "enclosure" was placed over him; still, it was also a soothing cream on his wounded pride. Izuku had gotten blood-drunk off Muscular's rich and nutritional blood, his reckless charge against the villains something that was very out of his pattern. Thinking himself Atlas, the vampire tried to carry too much on his back. Alas, he was no titan, and thus he broke under the strain.
That coated man wielding blue flames had put his down for the count.
The vampire tried to not dwell too much on the feeling, as it was much too easy to let emotions fester and run rampart here. He was not sure if it was some sort of quirk effect, or if the previous isolation had truly snatched bits of his sanity away, but one thing was certain. He'd make sure to acquire a sample of that man's blood.
A distinct – and rather familiar at this point – noise surged from one of the blood-caked walls, a purple-black portal emerging as a ripple in time-space. Izuku observed with attentive, slit eyes, his shadow lengthening and covering him in a blanket of darkness.
As the new arrivals reached the room, Izuku's shadow slid off him like water off a duck's back, revealing the vampire completely dressed in crimson armor, the jet-crimson-red Odachi at his hip while he was quick to reposition himself by Ragdoll's side.
From the portal arrived Kurogiri's figure, followed by the tall Female Noumu and a certain someone that made the vampire's blood heat up. His face-mask hissed shut, but it could not suppress the animalistic growl that left his mouth.
An amused chuckle left the other female person entering the room by [Warp] gate, the sound a rather demented thing. "Don't you think that he is just the cutest like that~?"
The gaseous villain shook his head in exasperation, clearly opposed to the idea of the vampire menace draped in blood-metal armor to be…cute. One small motion of his fog-covered hands had the hulking Female Noumu resting back at ease, yet just about ready to act.
"Midoriya Izuku, I have brought a guest over to greet you." Kurogiri spoke in his usual baritone voice, trying to sound as peaceful as he could. His efforts seemed to have clearly failed, as the vampire unsheathed his blade, neon-green lightning sparking off the blade and giving it an ominous appearance.
"How kind of you!" Sarcasm practically drizzled from Izuku's words, the protective gear covering his face muffling his voice. "I apologize for the mess, but I've had yet to have time to spruce up my abode! Perhaps you would be so kind as to come back some other time?!" It was clear that the vampire was threatening them. Kurogiri would have taken the opportunity and vanished, but it was clear that his companion had other plans. The villain glanced towards the petite villainess, only to lightly recoil away from her as he found the girl to be sporting off a massive blush, her breathing pattern a terrible mess as she panted loudly, looking every bit the part of a rabid fan girl going through a climax.
She had changed into her usual sailor's outfit, the gaseous being surprised by the number of knives that she managed to stow away and sneak into the baggy clothes. She had also raided the fridge that had been separated for her, downing a rather worrisome amount of blood. What were her plans here were a mystery for the league, but it was clear from day one that Himiko Toga had an insane interest with Stain and Midoriya, the Hero Killer being an idol while the vampire was the clear target of her sick affection. Was it some form of demented love? Well, he was not paid to care, so the gaseous villain merely did as instructed.
"Izu-kyun 3! Izu-kyun 3! Izu-kyun 3! Izu-kyun 3! Izu-kyun 3! Izu-kyun 3! You look so cute~~~! Can I stab you a little bit? Just a tiny bit? I promise it won't hurt! Just the tip?!" Toga's tone had devolved into mad ramblings, the girl's excitement bordering on a second climax.
The vampire lowered one hand from his blade's grip to reach the holstered revolver on his left, immediately trailing the barrel towards the girl and pulling the trigger.
*BAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGG* *FWOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHH*
Almost like a roaring beast, the shot ripped through the air and burst into a curtain of crimson-tinted flames that threatened to roast them alive. It was made useless by a quick portal, but the message behind it was obvious.
Kurogiri turned to ask the girl to reconsider her actions, but she had already vanished from sight. In quite the short span of time she was gone, like dust carried by the wind; except that he heard the annoying sound of metal scrapping against metal, his acrid yellow eyes snapping towards the vampire. He witnessed quite the event.
Himiko was dual wielding knives and had lunged into a vicious attack, one of the blades trying to find its target on the vampire's neck, while the other tried to bury itself between the gaps of the red plates that made the back of Izuku's armor. Neck and left kidney, two vital points that had been viciously targeted by the girl; had there not been protection there, Kurogiri was sure that Izuku would have been subdued, as even the strongest of regenerators found trouble healing things like vital points. It could be done, but it was rather slow (when compared to other areas) and quite painful.
It was – however – not the end of her attacks. Oh no! Himiko had arrived with a thirst for the vampire's fresh blood, and so she would acquire it. She immediately disengaged when her blades failed to pierce his armor, the girl's presence vanishing once more as she abused her Sunyata technique. It saved her from being sliced in half by the red blade, the weapon merely cutting an after image.
A few projectiles were thrown towards the vampire as distractions, but they bounced uselessly against his armor, Izuku quickly sheathing his blade and taking a Battoujutsu stance. His eyes changed from the evil slits to a diamond-shape, the vampire's head snapping towards one direction, his blade not a second behind it.
For a second time the terrible whine of metal on metal echoed in the room, but this time the result was different. The vampire's blade cut through the girl's improvised defense and it was only a rapid response that saved Himiko from losing a few fingers, the girl ditching her knives and retreating with a few summersaults.
The two stared at each other for a few moments, Izuku's pupils accurately tracking Toga's every move even as she deployed her technique. She may be able to hide from most common senses, but she could not flee from physics' grasp on her. Her body was still that of a human, blood and flesh, marrow and sinew; that also meant that she naturally produced an electric pulse – as minimal as it was.
And it so happened that Izuku picked on a few neat tricks back on I-Island.
"I can see you!" He declared, green lightning sparking from the entirety of his body as Ride Lightning was called upon, his pupils shining as their diamond-pattern was highlighted by the sparking emerald-green electricity.
The demented grin that stretched Himiko's lips only grew wider, the girl grabbing the edges of her outfit and throwing it in the air. Much to the surprise of the gaseous villain, she had not thoughtlessly tossed aside her clothing in a bid to embarrass her opponent. Under the oversized school outfit laid a tight bodysuit that would not look out of place in a spy-thriller; it was a carbon-black piece that looked fairly decent in terms of defense, many knives strapped on the entirety of the clothing article. It also left fairly little to the imagination, clinging to every curve of the villain girl and exposing a petite, but highly flexible and trained body.
"Shiggy-chan got this for me! But there is no need to be jealous, it was not a gift! I paid for it! Some sort of secret suit made by some tech big-shot that we managed to get a lead on!" She bragged, hands running over the length of her curves in a supposedly seductive manner. She then grabbed one of the knives that were strapped to her thigh, lightly playing with the thing. "It is still a prototype, but I do look mighty sexy so I took it! Besides, it comes with a few neat tricks too."
Izuku's grip on his sword tightened, the vampire unsure of what reasons the villain girl might have to tell him this. Himiko was not the type to brag about equipment, as she would much prefer spend her time either gossiping or obsessing over some new social-media trend. Were she not a villain, Toga would behave no differently from a common gyaru-type high-school girl.
Toga seemed to remember something, dropping her combat stance entirely in favor of staring back at Kurogiri, the girl seeming to be genuinely surprised that the warp villain was still present. She petulantly waved her arms in the air and then aimed them at him, her act no different from that of a child that had not got their way.
"Kuro-chan, what are you still doing here~?! Can't you see that you are in the way of our date! Shooo~! Shooo~!" Toga motioned for her only way out of this murder box to leave, seemingly convinced that she would fare out fine against the vampire blood bender. It was stunning to see, the level of self-assurance that she possessed.
The villain shook his head. "I'm afraid I cannot leave, Toga Himiko. You possess value for us, and I can't risk such value being squandered to merely suit a whim of yours."
The blonde villainess blew a raspberry at the man. "Psheee~, spoilsport is what you are! Don't interrupt my hard-earned date with Izzy-kyun!" She replied in an easy-going tone, pointing towards the still passive noumu. "Besides, ain't puppet-chan over there my safe card out?"
Even so, the gaseous man remained unmoved. "Still…"
…
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"…oi…."
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…
Before Kurogiri could say another word, the villain felt as if the temperature inside the room had dropped substantially. His instincts screamed at him, but by then it was too late. Himiko had vanished from sight once more, yet instead of attacking Izuku again, she appeared behind the villain, the knife pointed towards his metallic brace. Common sense dictated that his defensive gear would withstand blows and stabs from such a small weapon, but he was still feeling danger seep through his being.
The girl barely approached the tip of her blade on the metal neck brace when it began to whine in a terrible screech of metal. It soon stopped, the knife moving away from him, yet the tension and dread that gripped him did not dissipate.
"If I need you, I'll call." Contrary to her usual sweet and energetic tone, Himiko's voice now took on a somber and sinister manner, the usual mannerism of the girl lacking and painting her in a terribly new light that the sweet side managed to perfectly hide. Much as they forgot due to her usual silly act, Himiko Toga was still a murdered with a diverse set of skills and very much capable of taking down high-tier heroes if she so wished. She had been on the loose ever since she was young, her craft of killing honed by her many assassinations. "Go away." Her words weren't spoken with the usual bubbly and upbeat attitude, but with cold and practical purpose. She wanted to be left alone (mostly) with the vampire.
He slowly nodded and took a few seconds to formulate a response. "Very well. If you find yourself in danger and in need of retreat, just do as we've practiced." He spoke last, opening a portal for himself and phasing through it, vanishing from the location.
Toga took a few moments for herself, turning around to face Izuku once more, this time a newly formed grin plastered over her lips. "Where were we, Izy-kyun~?
The vampire glanced at Ragdoll, finding the still asleep heroine safe in her corner. Once his eyes returned to find Himiko's, he steeled himself. He was sure that he was superior to the girl in terms of natural physical prowess, be it his speed, strength or reflexes. There were only three areas in which he knew that she had him beat, which were flexibility, technique and experience. That strange suit she was wearing was sure to pack some surprise, but he would figure it all out.
His blood pumped under his veins, simmering rage threatening to boil as he kept her frame within sight. She wanted a fight, right? Well, he was very much willing to oblige that request. Especially since he found out she was working with the League of Villains.
Converting her to his cause? Using her as a turn-coat spy?
He was foolish. The aspirations of a child! Gullible and naïve!
He readied his blade, feeling his anger sharpen his focus. The anger and frustration that were roiling around his gut burned with until their flames turned cold, directed to keeping his mind sharp and attentive. She wanted to see blood, right?
"There will be blood!" He spoke to the villainess, his jet-red Odachi crackling with neon-green lightning, the occasional spark of red-tinted making one question if an illusionary trick was deployed.
Himiko's thousand-watt smile was reflected on the polished surface of her own blade.
"Then, let there be bloodshed! Show me a good time, Izuku!"
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[Uraraka Ochako's Apartment]
[20:37 PM, 10 days after Izuku's kidnapping]
School had "progressed" as normally as it could, but one could easily spot the cloud of tension that hung over UA's heroics' classes, 1-A in particular suffering as the absent chair that belonged to one Midoriya Izuku was still empty. A few flowers and trinkets were placed over it, gestures of friendship that were supposed to appeal to a higher entity to allow a faster rescue of their classmates.
Nothing had worked so far.
Ochako placed one hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the noises that threatened to leave her mouth. There was no one besides her in the living unit, but her embarrassment would not allow her to release such a noise without even an attempt at control.
Sniff~ Sniff~
~Slick ~Slick ~Slick
"Mhhmmm…" A control that was rapidly slipping away from her grasp as her fingers dug into her needy lower lips. She was not a promiscuous girl, and rarely had had the need to resort to this kind of act, but right now she needed something to distract her mind. Carnal pleasure was the thing she had – rather paradoxically – the most and the least control right now.
Sniff~ Sniff~
~Slick ~Slick ~Slick
Especially if one were to consider the tools that she was implementing to aid in her endeavor of reaching a (hopefully) mind-numbing finish. Her right fingers greedily explored the mostly unused cavern of hers, her left hand working double-time in trying to muffle her mouth and hold the precious clothing artifact that she pushed against her mouth and nostrils. She was a good girl! This was merely a distraction.
She had worked hard in order to improve herself, following her teachers' – and most importantly, Izuku's – instructions to the very letter. All her efforts were in order to become a better rescue hero, but a tiny part (that had been growing rather worrisomely) of hers had been seeking approval from the resident vampire. Ever since the school festival, Uraraka had found herself with the bad luck of being rarely able to exchange more than three words with the hemomancer before something took his attention away from her.
She had seen him depart from UA in the company of someone, but she figured it must have been a friend that lived nearby or something like that.
She was not demanding much, she knew he was extremely busy with his own school work, obligations and hero training, but surely he could have had spared a few minutes to her. Look over her work and progress and comment a bit. Analyze all of her and point out anything inadequate, but so far nothing like that had happened.
She was unaware of when it happened, but if you badgered her for an answer, then maybe she'd answer that it was right after she lost her match against Itsuka. She had trained hard, but then she lost terribly bad. Izuku somehow managed to comfort her, even in his awkward and oddly cute way. After she got her parent's call and cried herself a river, she figured that it was enough. Yet, one glance at his figure made her want to cry again, this time in the embrace of his arms. Maybe she had some stupid (and massive) crush on the green haired hemomancer.
When he held her in his firm arms and drank her blood, Uraraka swore she saw fireworks crackle in her sight. It got her hot and bothered and when she returned home, she had to do something to take the heat off. It would have been a bit comical, if it wasn't for the fact that her parents almost caught her in the act with their sudden visit to cheer her own. She dearly loved ma and pa, but back all that she wanted was to relax and surrender to the new sensations that Izuku had presented to her.
The following months leading to the training in the Pussycats camp had the occasional moment when she would feel this way, but it was always the strongest whenever she worked alongside the vampire.
She hoped that he would forgive her, since she had gone so far as to pinch off one of his sweaty tank-tops while they were in the lodge back in the woods, but she couldn't hold back and his smell was such a turn on.
Sniff~ Sniff~
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"Mmmmmm….Aghhhh….Hhmmm!" Her back arched rather splendidly as she pursued a new high, a wet noise echoing in the room. Her legs stretched taut, only Uraraka's upper back and the very tip of her toes in touch with her mattress as she vigorously messed and prodded around her entrance, never going too far so as to mess with her hymen but still so intense that one could say she had become used to the motion. She then directed her wet fingers to focus on the hooded nub atop her urethra.
"AHHHHHH~~~333!" As she pinched and played with her sensitive spot, a massive climax built up and was released, the brunette's legs trembling a fair bit as she bit into the fabric of the clothing, a stream of transparent liquid splashing from her nether and draining just about every single bit of strength she had in her body.
Her head was spinning and her body hit her mattress with a dull sound, Uraraka feeling a heated liquid cling to her legs, her consciousness trying to admonish her for making a mess of her own bed, yet failing to be heard as she rode on the waves of her climax.
Anything to dull her mind from the weird emptiness that assaulted her ever since Izuku was kidnapped.
Maybe she ought to confess when the heroes rescued and brought him back. He would likely need all the support in the world after such a traumatic experience; she would be there for him! Make him understand that she was someone who he could rely upon. She had improved massively from where she was at in the beginning of the year, all that she needed to wait for now was his return.
Her core tightened and her tingling lower lips sent a spike of pleasure at the mere thought of the green haired vampire, Uraraka gasping and moaning as her body locked itself in a strange feedback loop. The more she thought about Izuku, the greater she'd pleasured herself; the more pleasure she felt, the clearer became the image of the teen that she had in her head. Strong, kind, and a mysterious Izuku-kun 3 ~!
"Wait just a bit, Izuku-kun! I'll comfort you!"
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[Izuku's Underground Prison]
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All that echoed in the bloody prison was the whine of metal scraping against metal, sparks flying about as blades met with uncanny accuracy and lethal intent. Three figures fought relentlessly, the two black-colored ones acting together trying to tear into the red armored figure.
The armored man slashed high, aiming to server the head of the hulking figure that tried to blow him away with a punch. His blade was parried away by two other blades, the red figure being forced to retreat, less he be punted away.
His dodge was accurately acted out, the motion resembling that of a well-oiled machine. A few projectiles were thrown his way, the vampire blocking them with tight wrist motions, his blade sparking off where the opposing weapons touched. The three throwing knives bounced off and were tossed aside, two clinking on the floor; the third, however, fell tip first into the ground. The expected result would be that it would also bounce on the floor, yet the weapon dug into it almost until its hilt was gone.
"So lovely! So cool! You are too dashing, Izzy! How can you be so cool?" Himiko asked, her voice layered in honey and platitudes. An attitude that would normally inflate the ego of any red-blooded male; yet, all that it did was further stoke a cold flame inside the vampire, the teen practically feeling cold wind buzz in his ear.
It was impossible for such a thing to happen, considering the staleness of the air in his cell, but the sensation was much the same.
Before the vampire could get lost in the sensation he was forced to dodge again. This time, however, he was fully expecting the charge. The hulking Female Noumu charged him like a ballistic missile that if landed, was sure to obliterate his armor along with his ribs and internal organs. The tricky part was…if it landed.
He spread his stance wide, his red Odachi sheathed and ready for him to act. The punch traveled mere millimeters over his head, ears (even while protected by his mask) ringing as air pressure buffered him. Nonetheless, he grit his teeth behind his mask, his right hand ready to catch the handle of the blade.
The power stored inside the shadowy sheath of the blade exploded, propelling the blade forward almost like a bullet, right into the waiting armored hand of the vampire.
"[JETSTREAM]!" Izuku couldn't help but shout, his blade slicing through flesh, muscle, bone and sinew. The motion was so quick that normal eyes could never have managed to follow it. The only proof that it actually happened was the withdrawing frame of the towering Noumu, the creature snarling in pain as it clenched its remaining hand around the missing stump, the cut limb hitting the floor with a wet "splat".
The creature didn't seem truly bothered by the loss of the limb, yet it could not simply shake off such damage. Blood leaked from the wound almost as if it was a leaky faucet, the muscles around the cut area already working off whatever quirk was implanted in it to stem off the bleeding and help it regenerate. Still, one less opponent for him to worry about at the moment.
Himiko hung back, seemingly content with having the Female Noumu tank the hit.
"Don't we pair off nicely?" Toga asked to the vampire, approaching the Hulking bio-weapon and leaning against it almost as if it was an old friend or comrade. "I read a bit on her specs while we got my suit ready. She was one mean lady before, y'know?"
Izuku scoffed, wondering what sort of twisted game the villainess was playing at. Maybe her suit had run out of power and she was playing it off as a way to buy time; Himiko was rather crafty and capable of running away from him at any time – as annoying as it was to admit it – so there was little reason for her to be here displaying this sort of fighting prowess against him. Revealing some rather important tricks he might add.
An idea ran in his head, the vampire brushing it aside as a heat of the moment thing.
Himiko noticed his intense gaze upon her frame, yet no form of recognition or trust. It was rather simply the case that Izuku had been very clear with his killing intent towards her.
The villainess puffed her lips, annoyed at his inability to get hidden message. "Hmph!" She pouted.
Seeing that playing the long game was not an option – both time restrains and opposition from her date – Himiko opted for a more "direct" approach. She messed with the collar of her suit, pressing a few buttons in a sequence. An indicator in her wrist lit up in green before a counter appeared. She would have just about thirty more seconds of power matching that of the vampire; Giran had mentioned that the suit should have about six hours of juice to run, but Izuku depleted it in less than one.
"Come and give mama some sugar!" The girl declared, her demented grin splitting her lips into a Cheshire smile.
Izuku stood ready to intercept and receive the charge, still fully aware of the Noumu that could attack at any moment. Himiko had been fighting him in equal grounds so far, but the vampire was decided to end it now. Blade raised high, Izuku let Ride Lightning spark off and enhance his reflexes to their maximum.
"Ninpou Hissatsu: Shutsugen Ki–" He was about to unleash his move when it happened. Toga's frame disappeared from sight, yet still remained inside his other senses.
[FUCKING MOVE IT, MASTER!]
[BEHIND US!]
Izuku [blink]'ed away before harm could come, wondering how had the villainess managed such last-second burst of speed. It surely wasn't her technique as he could still fully sense her. He turned to find that her target had not been him, but his protected guest.
Toga was about to pounce on Ragdoll…
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"RIDE LIGHTNING!" He screamed as the neon green sparks instantly grew to reach an intense and ominous red color, the vampire pushing a [Warp] that placed him just behind Himiko, his red Odachi already in motion to chop her head off. His diamond-shaped pupils zero'ed in on Toga's face, her cheeky grin already telling him that he'd been played.
The problem with increased perception was that sensations would become stretched alongside the time one remained in "slow motion". Pain would be diluted, but would be extended. And sometimes no matter how fast you could notice it, the body still had to play a bit of catch-up.
Izuku noticed the charging Female Noumu, his blade turning to try and decapitate the incoming threat. His blade sliced flesh, muscle, bone and sinew.
However, it was stopped.
-Watch out kid, that's my Bullet Punch.
Some sort of flashback came to his mind. A dull voice at the back of his head that he had never heard in his life, yet also recognized. It was something that spoke to his primal side not too long ago, yet his logical and conscious side refused to believe in such a thing. Genetic memory, perhaps? An odd type of quirk or quirk effect?
The Female Noumu bit his blade to stop it from cutting her head off, the decapitation-defending arm gone, but that was not a problem as the previously cut off limb had returned to its place. It was now sporting a massive clenched fist that was coming for his torso.
Izuku felt his blood and the female Noumu connect, the vampire immediately pulling [Coagulation] to restrain the monster. The creature tried to resist all it could, but in the end Izuku managed to stop it just before he'd be forced to vomit all his internal organs through his mouth. It was a close thing. Too close for comfort.
Adrenaline pumped blood in his ears, his mask hissing open to allow Izuku to gulp air. Ride Lightning turned down so as to preserve his nervous system intact, the "slowed time" returning to a normal thing. The vampire turned to meet the other psychopath trying to kill him, but all that met his sight was the sight of a naked Momo.
Izuku's mind took one second to catch up, wondering how the hell the rich heiress had arrived here, much less so why she was naked. Another second went by as his nose took in her scent. Everything about it said Yaoyorozu, but he knew it was not her. The demented grin that would never paint her fair face was now ripping her plump lips open. His shadows bubbled, faux-limbs rushing to try and impale the impostor. Yet she was already upon him. Her arms wrapped around his head in a hug, the intimate act corrupted by the person who had betrayed his trust and stabbed him on the back.
The vampire had been forced to let go of his sword, but his gauntlet-clad hands were weapons of their own. Jagged finger claws descended and would have carved out deep grooves into the fake's flesh, but one act of hers surprised even the vampire.
The heiress's lips crashed against his own, her tongue going straight into his mouth and pushing something in. He choked on whatever it was, his claws still accomplishing their task; carving a truly violent, interlaced quadruple X on her back. The fake heiress cried out in pain and pushed herself off from his body using her legs, summersaulting mid-air, still flashing him with her nakedness.
The vampire was just about to spit out whatever he had been force-feed when it broke into his mouth. It was most likely a liquid capsule, as something fluid splashed inside his mouth. It was…not exactly blood. It contained blood for sure, but it some wild mix. His mouth instantly felt like it was both flaming and freezing. He instantly went to his knees.
If the vampire thought that his blood was pumping before, now it felt like his heart was a V12 engine. His pupils dilated, his breathing began to pick up something fierce and the vampire was sure that his body was going to be soaked with sweat. Memories began to play in wild order, none too coherent for Izuku to be able to figure out to whom they belonged. They certainly weren't Himiko's.
[True Ancestor] felt both out of reach and impossibly close, the strange ringing in his mind surely not a good sign of things to come.
His blood felt like lava beneath his skin and even his armored parts felt alive instead of the inorganic state that they should be. His breathing only got increasingly – and worrisomely – faster until it felt like his lungs would explode out of his chest and his heart would implode on itself.
"W-what did you feed me?!" He managed to ask, feeling the pieces of his armor begin to heat up and fall off, too burdensome to keep equipped. His mind tried to piece itself back together, but Izuku was failing badly as cut memories kept flooding his mind.
Momo, or more accurately, Toga winced in pain. She circled around him and kept her distance, but there was no mistaking the grin on her face.
"Is it working as intended? How are you feeling there, Izzy?" Toga's speech in Yaoyorozu's voice was messing his sense of hearing something fierce as a fierce heat began to spread to the entirety of his body. "You better appreciate it, I burnt through most of my favors with Giran-chan to have that cooked up for you." This time it was another voice that spoke to him, although it was not Himiko's true voice.
Izuku's armor slid off his frame, his body almost steaming. He glanced backwards to the Female Noumu, finding it to be passively observing the situation. It had removed the sword from its mouth and tossed it aside, uncaring for the weapon or its wielder. The vampire tried to call upon his quirk, but its answer – usually instantaneous – was strangely absent.
"Quirk Suppressing drugs diluted in yours truly blood; after I had a fulfilling meal, of course!" Momo was once again speaking to him, this time whispering on his ear. His shadowy jumpsuit had long melted off, returning to his shadow and resulting in Izuku returning to his previous state in this jail; naked. Soft and supple flesh mounds touched his back, the vampire suppressing a shiver as it wrecked his body.
She took distance from him, and suddenly someone else was right in front of him.
"Nemuri-sensei?" Izuku knew that there would be no way for Midnight to be here, naked. Yet his mind seemed to be having a hard time processing that fact.
"Hey there cutie, don't go falling asleep on me now!" She struck a shameless pose, cocking her hips to invite his eyes. Playing off with her body, the shapeshifter struck another pose. "Of course I also had just about the strongest aphrodisiac you can find out put in there! Thankfully too, since you were quite rough with me!" She spoke in a playful tone, turning her back to him and showing the handywork that his claws caused. She also bent at the waist, giving the vampire an unobstructed view of his teacher's rear.
The vampire felt the searing heat on his chest descend to his loins, Izuku doing all that he could to suppress it and take command back over his blood. Yet it was an exercise in futility as his member soon stood tall and at attention, engorged to its max.
Midnight was soon substituted by Mt. Lady, then by another woman whose identify he didn't knew. His vision began to shake, his mast painfully erect and looking fiercer than ever.
"There was also a tiny bit of Trigger in there, but nothing that would help you out." Himiko's true form was present before him, the girl striking a thinking pose, uncaring of her nudity. "People with hybrid quirks like yours should go wild, so that's for that."
Izuku tried to stand, but a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders as per Toga's orders. Soon he was subdued in a strange manner, with the Female Noumu "hugging" his frame from behind and restraining his body. Himiko approached him with a sway in her hips, although one could see that she was forcing it, considering the terrible wound on her back, her transformations doing nothing to heal the wound except masking it in her disguises.
Himiko approached Izuku and grabbed a hold of his mast, carefully touching it. The vampire suppressed another shudder, trying to stoke the flames of his anger. He managed to hold on to his sanity, if barely.
"Don't fight it so much Izu-kyun! It is for your own good!" Toga claimed, turning halfway through it into Momo. "I notice that you lust quite hard for Momo-chan here! I mean, Mei-chan is a total knockout, but Momo here ain't losing in the chest department." She spoke while rubbing her breasts over the teen's chest, lightly stroking his member up and down.
"Is it the big boobs? Do you have a thing for big boobs?" She muttered by his ear, giving him a little kiss on the cheek. Izuku almost spat at the girl, further stoking his rage; his body begged for contact and release, but the vampire kept on flooding his own mind with anger in an attempt to quell his forced lust.
"That other girl is also quite cute too…" She mused, putting her free hand over her lip. A few seconds later and Kyouka's slender body appeared before him. She looked at him with a mix of disgust and curious arousal. "Dude, this is so weird. Do guys truly enjoy this?" Voice and mannerisms identical, Jirou-Toga lightly pumped his member. If the vampire were to forget about his kidnapping and forced cage fights, he would have imagined this to be a wet dream.
His faux classmate approached him, pressing her petite body against his while working on his shaft, her own arousal apparent even while she bore with the pain of her slashed back. A few minutes of this and Himiko was once more staring at him, yellow eyes staring at his hazy pupils.
Her mouth began to move, but sounds did not leave it. Izuku tried to ignore it, but it was either focus on that or the heat that was being stoked by the girl.
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She approached him, gluing her body to his, while she lightly kissed at his neck, almost as if to indicate where he should bite.
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Fuck it! The words echoed in his mind, the vampire opening his maw and sinking his fangs into Himiko's supple neck. She moaned loudly, panting against his ear almost as if they were truly having intercourse. Blood soon filled his mouth, his throat greedily gulping the fluid. He shuddered in almost orgasmic delight at having a different (and not disgusting) flavor fill his mouth, but it was clear that this little pittance was not enough.
He was unaware of the moment that the Female Noumu released her hold on him, but he was quick to grab Himiko and bring her to the floor with him. She yelped, her hold on his shaft lost as he grabbed a quick hold of her thighs. Spreading the villainess open, Izuku lined up the tip of his shaft against Himiko's tight entrance.
"Izuuuuuuuuuu-!" Before she could utter his name, the vampire pushed his thick and engorged member against her. The girl was wet enough, but the brutal entry still managed to rip another yelp from her.
Himiko choked, her mouth unsure if it was to release a moan of pleasure or scream in pain. She could only manage to wrap herself around the vampire, his fangs still gripping tightly on her neck. She could feel his invasive rod inside her, almost like a heated poking iron. His clawed hands grabbed at her toned butt and he began shaking her up and down, uncaring of her recently stolen virginity.
She tried to make some leverage for herself, but a growl left his lips as Izuku fiendishly stood up carrying her and reached the nearest wall, slamming into it.
This was a monstrous act. It was not love-making. It was not sex. It couldn't even be called hate-fucking. It was more like Izuku had lost all his sense, his body now purely driven by violence and drug-filled lust. There were no other words to describe the act, except violence.
"Ahhh! So rough!" Toga exclaimed. Anyone that was to listen in would be confused with her tone. There was pain, but the girl seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her rough treatment. The clap of skin on skin echoed in the room, the vampire brutishly slamming his long shaft against Toga's lower lips, bulldozing any resistance that she could have offered, his fangs firmly attached to her neck.
A hand slapped hard against her right buttock, the clawed fingers lightly sinking into her flesh.
"AAAAHHHHH~~~~~!" A high pitched moan left Toga, her hair a messy affair. She moaned, feeling the cuts on her back cease to hurt, instead becoming strangely itchy. Her pussy began to shape itself to better accept the invading member, the way the flesh pole scrapped against unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Pain was strangely gone from her entire body, and a thirst for blood began to rear up.
She wanted to let Izuku have his fill and gather information on his own, but his neck was looking mighty delectable right now. She had never been allowed to drink blood directly from his neck, so the exposed point looked ravishing and delicious just about now. She licked her lips and extended her tongue to dance across his skin, lathering saliva along it almost as if she were an animal marking her mate.
*Smack!*
"Hyaaaahhhmmmmm!" That earned her another resounding smack on her other butt cheek, the girl tightening her hug on the vampire's frame. Izuku was relentless, his hips increasing in speed as he hammered home against Himiko. The girl's face was a mess, hair sticking to her forehead and pupils shining with hearts deeply settled; the vampire snarled and did a particularly long stroke, instinct fully guiding him. "F-F-Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkk!"
His tip met a light resistance, the vampire uncaring for it.
Himiko almost howled, her legs securing themselves around his waist and locking up, trembling something fierce, her entire body wrecked by the sensation as she creamed around the vampire's shaft. Still, he didn't stop. "Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Give me a moment, Izzy?! P-pretty please-e, that was ahhh, too much too soon!"
Izuku's hips sped up and his breathing picked up, his shaft becoming even more engorged. Himiko's eyes rolled up and her sight went hazy as his member seemed to twitch like crazy inside her wet hole. "S-s-s-so that-t is how it is?! Ahh, Mhmmm, too good! So rough!" He kept burying himself until the very base, one hand firmly around her butt while the other grasped one of her legs, keeping it wrenched open for his unrestrained access.
Himiko's brain almost short-circuited as Izuku finally left her neck. The area was numb, only a pleasurable feeling lingering as the vampire stared at her with his lust hazed pupils. The drugs had overtaken Izuku's rationale. When the effect ran out then he might make head-and-tails of her memories, but for now he was going to be a beast!
Himiko had been sort of counting on that, but was unsure of how he would react to it. Being caged in some god-forsaken metal room, forced to constantly fight, stripped of just about any comfort and then made to fight for any meal; it was a rather nasty, but effective method of breaking people down. If kept for short periods of time, it was rather certain to cause damage to the mind. Not enough to cause a total ego breakdown, but certainly enough to desensitize anyone to the extreme violence. The mind would associate usage of violence with the most optimal option available (considering if had been the only one left) for just about anything.
Maybe Shiggy was trying to get Izuku to break like that. It wouldn't work on the vampire. Not totally at least. Izuku might be more prone to violence than the common hero, but he had immense self-control and a mean stubborn streak when his mind was settled. And if a certain someone were to come in an appeal to another base instinct, then the effects of the confinement would be grandly altered!
Once Izuku's basic needs (blood for sustenance in his case) were met, his mind would then jump to the next priority. Taking his wild instincts and quirk in mind, sexual release was a close second and quite viable option for stress release. The drugs had aided Himiko in breaking down his common inhibitions and allowed for the perfect excuse for him to not blame himself when it was all done. That the act could also be justified to the League as a dastardly plan to dirty his mind and "implant" self-doubts about his supposed heroic spirit was just an extra.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Izuku forcefully took her lips, his fangs clashing against her own canines, his tongue exploring just about every inch of her mouth and leaving Himiko a drooling mess. That was dangerous! Did I take drugs or did he? Hyeeeaaaaahhhh! Her mind turned into pink fluff, but the sensation was further amplified as another grunt left Izuku's gullet before she slammed home inside her womb. And then he released his baby batter.
"…Ah…" Himiko was left breathless as her brain exploded in feel-good chemicals, her womb drinking up all that Izuku so ruthlessly deposited inside her. The villainess creamed around the vampire's shaft again, her breath stolen out of her lungs by the vicious hemomancer.
Once Izuku finished depositing all his seed inside her tight hole, the vampire pulled his flesh pole out, letting the girl fall on the floor. Gunky white seed immediately began spill out from her freshly-fucked pussy, the girl sighing in pleasure as the warm fluid seeped out from her. Pity that she had no time to appreciate the feeling as the vampire held her head still, his seed covered member still hard and showing no sign of softening. She barely had time to think before the vampire began to push his hips in, forcing the fully engorged member in her mouth.
"Huhhckkk! Ghlk!" Himiko choked a bit as Izuku's man meat filled her mouth. He cared little for her, moving his hips at his own pace. The girl placed her hands on his legs for some leverage and tried to open her jaw as wide as she could, making the passage of his dick as smooth as possible. Her saliva was quick to coat the entirety of Izuku's shaft, soon frothing at the corners of her mouth as the vampire began to thrust. The barrier of her throat did not slow him down, the girl feeling her oral hole become numb and facilitating the sliding motion.
"Hizhukku! Hmmmm! MMmmmm!" She tried to say a few words, but Izuku seemed to watch out for it and adjusted the intensity, groaning in pleasure as the vibrations of her throat merely massaged his meat. Yet, even with violent lust clouding his judgement, there still seemed to be some reason left in his head as one of his hands lightly run along her scalp, granting the girl a strange sort hedonistic pleasure. He was using and abusing her (not like she was really complaining to be honest), yet still seemed to be conscious of her.
Her back had stopped hurting a while ago, the skin that he so viciously ravaged before now merely itching. It was not a normal thing for one to look towards, but then again she had been broken a long time ago. His touch was rough and intermixed with a few tender moments that made Toga melt like butter. How quaint, huh?
Izuku grabbed a firm hold of Toga's head and began to pick up the pace once more, his thrusts becoming wild and unrelenting as he pounded the back of her throat, Toga doing her best to tighten her gullet. The vampire clenched his teeth and released a loud hiss, doing one last thrust, burying the girl's nose into his pubic area as he dumped another load inside her, this time orally.
Himiko's eyes widened and her pupils became pinpricks, the thick load choking up her throat and immediately rising back up. She made no motion to move the vampire, but he did back off on his own, still spurting semen until he pulled out and painted her face with his last jets. Some of it dribbled out from her nostrils, her mouth thick with his taste and nose full of his musk. Still, the vampire's drive seemed endless, the thick and angry member smacking against her right cheek.
She glanced up at him, one eye lid closed due to the string of cum that gunked over it. She slightly turned her head to deliver a kiss along the shaft, nuzzling against and running her tongue on the underside of it.
"Chuu~…someone is horny today~~~!" Himiko taunted, delivering a myriad of small kisses along the shaft and head, lightly sucking on it and using her tongue to tease his urethra out of the remaining semen that remained there.
The vampire said nothing, hissing air from his clenched maw as one hand left the top of her head and grabbed the petite villain by her neck, raising her up and once more pressing her body against the dirty walls of the cell. His left hand grabbed ahold of her wobbly left leg and raised it, once more forcefully pressing his erect member against her hole, spreading her tight entrance again.
Himiko's breath hitched and she shivered as the rough penetration made her cum a little, the vampire gluing his body on hers. His member scrapped off the previous load from inside her, the murky white fluid mixed with trails of blood, the proof of her recently taken virginity.
The Female Noumu stood passive, ready to act in case Toga commanded. The villain found that having someone observe her during her deflowering only added to it, even if the one watching was a brain-dead bio-weapon. A particularly rough thrust made the girl hug the vampire, her gaze then being directed at the last person in the enclosure.
Toga's yellow eyes met another pair, the villainess's mind not managing to associate the person as any higher forms of thought were actively being fucked out of her head. Still, even while being thoroughly fucked, the villainess managed to regain a semblance of coherent thought.
Those eyes belonged to the hostage that they had been keeping back in the quack-doc's lab, the one that Magne managed to down before reinforcements had arrived. What was her name again?
"R-r-r-ragdoll, right?" Himiko speech slurred as each thrust from the vampire pounded her inner sanctum.
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The heroine seemed utterly stunned, unable to comprehend whatever hell she was witnessing. It had to be some sort of nightmare due to Ryuko's cooking. There was no other explanation for such bizarre and hellish scenario to be playing around her.
She woke from a long sleep with a terrible headache and her stomach cramping. Her senses were soon assaulted as a thick and pungent smell struck her nose almost as if it was a physical thing. Tomoko opened her eyes and immediately closed then back again, her sensitive pupils attacked by the harsh light that came from the ceiling.
It took a few moments for the woman to try and open her eyelids again, the smell that lingered in her nose a vile thing. Her skin complained, the woman feeling gross at the feeling of sweat sticking to her skin; as she managed to open her eyes, the sight that greeted her was not of that of home, but something out of a twisted psycho's mind:
Walls painted red and black, the harsh light illuminating her surroundings casting a macabre tone over it. From the corner of her sight she spotted a strange figure. It was quite a tall and muscular person, sporting a blackish-blue skin. The person seemed busy with something, but after a few moments it backed off, freeing the way to a further disturbing sight.
Midoriya Izuku was a dedicated and strong student, with a fairly dark sense of humor and a unique disposition that made people unconsciously judge him first. Well, the person himself said that he was used to such treatment and that he sometimes took full advantage of people's expectations over his appearance to help himself. He was quite an anomaly among first-years hero students, his world view less [black and white] and more toned with [shades of gray].
He was kind (in his own way), but more of a reserved person. To truly get to know him, one had to merely try to talk to him, and the vampire was not averse to conversation.
He had the potential for violence, as did any hero trainee worth their salt, but it was his control over his urges and impulses that made Tomoko want to help him train. The kid (well, his behavior was that of a young adult, but nonetheless) had a great future in front of him, full of potential, and she wanted to see what would result of his efforts.
Now, Ragdoll's eyes watered as she witnessed something monstrous take place right in front of her eyes. Her body felt sluggish and unresponsive, so she didn't move much, but the little movement allowed her unrestricted sight to the barbarity.
Midoriya Izuku had stopped resembling the hard-working and applied student she once saw training on the mountainside and now seemed to be a creature born from hell. His green hair was messy and coated in blood, and his body lacked the usual healthy color. Looking properly, it was possible to notice that he had lost a few pounds and was not in the best state, considering that his eyes were devoid of any rationality and reason, resembling those of a wild and caged animal that had just been released.
He mercilessly pounced upon someone else, Ragdoll only now noticing the other girl. Who, for some reason, was…naked? The vampire pounced upon her like a predator and ruthlessly began to ravage her, acting despicably like a villain himself. He forced himself on the girl, using her as an outlet for his carnal desires and uncaring if he damaged her. Witnessing it was hurting Tomoko's heart, the shock making the heroine only capable of dumbly staring at the two, the environment encroaching in on her mind and making Ragdoll feel as if she was falling down a dark chasm.
There was no escape from this.
Her quirk warned her to not approach any of the individuals in the room, their danger threat outlandish for her current state, reducing the rescue specialist to a passive observer in this twisted play.
And then, her yellow eyes met the other girl's pupils and Ragdoll's heart ached.
The heroine flinched, fear gripping her heart as she felt almost like a cornered rat under the gaze of a particularly vicious cat. Her mind entered in immediate conflict as she tried to make sense of what was happening. It was clear that the vampire had gone berserk, but it seemed that the "victim" was not entirely out of options.
"R-r-r-ragdoll, right?"
"Eh?" Tomoko's mind was much a mess that she couldn't help but release a dumbfounded noise from her mouth at the mention of her hero name.
Once the villainess was sure that she had the heroine's attention, a smug smirk split her lips, Himiko having to suppress another wave of shudders as the vampire kept pumping into her.
"Awesome, right?" Toga exclaimed, eyes fully focused on the weakened Ragdoll. "He finally stopped holding back. Don't you think this suits him much more than some boring hero uniform, being forced to comply with stiff morals and still be judged? Ain't it best to just let it out?!" Each work spoken was another shock to Tomoko's mind.
"One bite." The blonde girl stated, closing her eyes and releasing a moan that would have flustered Tomoko if the situation wasn't already so absurd. "One bite and everything else just seems to not matter anymore. When he drinks from your blood it is unlike anything else in your life." Himiko's tone was way past any form of twisted affection or obsession. She sounded akin to a religious zealot.
"Things may seem confusing right now, but you are smart; you will figure it out." She stated, the shivers wracking her body intensifying as her cheeks were dyed in a flushed tone. The villainess closed her eyes and stuck her nose into the crook of the vampire's neck, taking a deep breath. "I think my time is up. You'd better make the right choice, Ragdoll-chan. I've run out of favors to cash in."
The heroine was left confused at the blonde's words, but she had little time to process it as Izuku began to speed up his hip thrusts – groaning and hissing like a lustful fiend. He easily carried Himiko's petite body in his arms and began to jackhammer into her, a roar echoing in his throat.
"Here it comes~~~~!" Himiko's voice pitched higher than anything Tomoko had heard before, the blonde shaking as if a newborn fawn. Izuku didn't stop thrusting once, just slowing down. A wet, splattering sound began to echo as something fell from where their genitals joined, the vampire's thick phallus stretching the blonde's pussy to its very limits, the seal failing to contain the thick load that he flooded her insides with. "Ahhhh, so warm~~~!"
Himiko made some gesture to the being just outside of Ragdoll's sight – still in her quirk's senses – and the hulking creature approached it with easy steps. Before the vampire could continue with his forceful copulation with the blonde, he turned to stare down the muscular being. Then, with incredibly fluid motions, Toga escaped from his grip, side-stepping the vampire and managing to collect the scattered clothes that lay not too far from them.
Izuku almost pursued, but seemed to be – and the notion was very alien in her mind – weak. His breathing was labored, his eyes still dull and covered in a fog of purely reactionary manner.
Himiko didn't bother with dressing up, merely holding her clothes to hide her chest and lower face, blushing as she stared at the vampire.
"I wish I had more time Izu-kyun, but Shiggy-chan will get too suspicious if I stay more." She stated, although Ragdoll seriously questioned if the vampire would even comprehend the words that she was speaking. "Maybe if Ragdoll-chan here is willing, you'd…" Himiko's words were interrupted, the girl bringing a free hand to her ear, her face frowning.
The downed heroine felt her heart choke her throat, directing her eyes towards the vampire – who was simply standing still on his corner. Fear and apprehension had her in a tight grip, Tomoko wondering if she was going to be forced to endure such a rough treatment herself.
"…I-Izuku, d-don't…" Her voice cracked and it hurt to speak, but Tomoko managed to make her opinion heard. The teen wasn't behaving like his usual self. It was clear that there was something terribly wrong with him.
"Listen here, Giran-chan, I don't care what that quack-doc wants! Izzy will not be happy!" The villainess shouted at no one in particular, though more likely she was talking in some sort of communicator. She turned to glance at the heroine, eyes cold and uncaring. "Pity? Hah, that's a good joke!" She exclaimed, finally bothering to put on the strange bodysuit that she was carrying.
Barely had she finished dressing up, the temperature in the room took a nose dive. Even Himiko herself was alert, suddenly in guard. She checked the corners of the room and even glanced at the Female Noumu, unsure what brought forth such an uncomfortable feeling upon everyone inside the room.
It was as if DEATH itself had descended upon them, the two females having wildly opposite reactions. Himiko's instincts screamed at her that something primal had reached them, while Ragdoll found herself dry-heaving, somewhat thankful that her stomach was empty, else she would have vomited everything out.
Measured and calm steps began to echo in the room, the sound strangely distorted. It sounded both close and far, the two unable to locate the source of it.
"…GGRRRRRRRRR!"
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The two females snapped to attention, turning their heads to the vampire – whose snarl was filled with venom and spite. It made the two shiver for a moment (and not in the good way), the heroine wondering how could such a young hero trainee be capable of housing such deep hatred and despise for another being.
A strange breathing sound echoed in the room.
Shhhhhuuuuuu~~~~
Hhhhhuuuuuuu~~~~
"Ah, what a splendid surprise!" A baritone, male voice echoed in the room. All the hair in Tomoko's body stood up, the previous feelings of dread that she felt increasing by a hundred fold. The voice spoke in a calm and collected tone – like that of a confident parent or successful business man – yet the heroine felt as if it was tightly squeezing her soul out.
Himiko – on the other hand – stood at attention, her body devoid of the previous warmth, survival instincts blaring alarms at her. This was not supposed to happen. Wasn't he stuck in a medical bay somewhere? Why was HE here?
She turned to where she could sense the walking terror. He was tall and imposing, yet dressed in a proper manner that belied a façade of easy approachability. A two piece business suit that seemed immaculate and dress shoes polished so thoroughly that they reflected the glimmer of the harsh ceiling lights.
Yet the ensemble was complimented by the final piece. Instead of his neck and face, a terrifying apparatus covered the man's head, resembling some sort of high-tech skull headgear. It was painted in black to match the suit, the only piece that stood out in a different color was the simple red tie that neatly hung around his collar.
"Tomura told me that his project was in progress, so I came to check on it. This sort of work is rather new for him, so it is my job as his mentor to aid him, but seeing a teammate of his spearhead his passions is interesting too." Each word seemed calculated; filled with such confidence that one couldn't help but pay attention to the man and his menacing presence. That the headgear also would work in tandem and echo its breathing make for an unforgettable feeling – it was like he was breathing right by your ear.
Shhhhhuuuuuu~~~~
Hhhhhuuuuuuu~~~~
The vampire snarled, charging against the suited man almost like he was possessed by the devil. Himiko wanted to intervene, her mind running a mile a second – what the fuck is he doing here? He never leaves! – but her body absolutely refused to obey any command, locking in place as the underworld's bogeyman stared at the charging hero trainee.
The Female Noumu intercepted the vampire midway, his considerably weakened state allowing the bio-weapon a rather easy catch. The vampire roared and struggled, trying to aim his sharp claws at the villain in an effort to rip and tear into the man's throat.
"Tsk tsk tsk, a rather fearsome opponent brought so low…whatever concoction you have given him sure is terrific." All For One spoke in a rather praising tone to Himiko.
The girl never let herself be fooled. She wasn't sure how, but her mind had a sneaking suspicion that the man knew what had transpired in the room. Her back was drenched in cold sweat, the girl wondering if the ultimate villain was aware of Izuku's abilities. He most likely had his own thesis, but so long as it remained unconfirmed, her cover would not be blown.
Ragdoll was truly immobile, the woman having to remind her own body to breathe, so suffocating was the presence of this unknown man. She felt her body begin to hyperventilate, begging for sweet unconsciousness that would allow her to escape the dread of his presence. Yet, hearing and seeing Izuku still try to attack the villain grounded her perspective back on this filthy cell.
The man approached the secured teen until he was but a few paces away, pointing one finger at the vampire in a manner alike a finger-gun.
BZZTTTT
Quick as a bullet, some strange appendage shot for AFO's finger. It penetrated Izuku right in the middle of his forehead, piercing skin and instantly stilling the vampire into an unmoving corpse.
The black-red tendril returned to the villain, the man humming to himself.
"…fascinating. It truly is an interesting quirk…" AFO muttered.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Izuku suddenly screamed awake, his howling screech making the two women flinch and wonder what had happened to the vampire. He began convulsing while secured by the Female Noumu, foaming at the corner of his mouth as his body shook terribly. The wound on his forehead healed, but that did nothing for the vampire's state as he continued convulsing.
The man turned his back on the vampire and walked closer to the downed heroine, his shadow and frame towering over Ragdoll, making the heroine feel even smaller. He raised his hand towards her head, but stopped short just before he made contact.
"Himiko Toga-san, right?" He suddenly called out, making the girl flinch in place.
"Y-yeah?"
"Tomura spoke wonders about you, praising your skills endlessly during our talks; something about your ability as a spy and assassin." Himiko wasn't sure what the towering man was leading towards with this sudden conversation, but she hummed a sound of agreement. A heavy feeling was settling at the bottom of her stomach, the villainess feeling an encroaching dread worm its way inside her mind. "I take it that you have done some intel gathering on our guests here."
"Right-o!" Toga stated, trying to put her façade of bubbly airhead.
The man then released a pleased hum, turning his head to glance at the subdued vampire before returning his gaze towards the terrified and teary-eyed Ragdoll.
"Do you think that Midoriya-kun would be open to a bargain?" Amusement began to creep up in the man's tone, the sound foreboding for the two women.
"Well, it depends on what it is. Izzy here might be a bit more the hands-on type of hero and he doesn't shy away one bit from violence." Himiko stated, pointing to the room around her, walls caked in both fresh and dry blood. "But he is the type that either tries to finish it in one go or – if possible – to hypnotize people into submission."
"I see." The amusement in AFO's voice only grew. "Last question then, Toga-san." The man's polite tone made Himiko feel as if she was trying to swallow a steel stake sideways, but she stretched her plastic smile as best as she could, behaving in her usual ditzy way.
"Shoot it, boss-man-sensei!"
The hand hovering over Ragdoll's face finally moved.
It touched against the woman's delicate skin. Black-red lightning sparked at the point of contact. It lasted for just a few seconds, and once his hand was removed from Ragdoll's face, it revealed that – strangely enough – nothing had visually changed from the woman. Tomoko had passed out, and crumbled to the dirty floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut, but outside of that nothing out of the ordinary seemed to have happened.
"What would Midoriya-san be willing to bargain?" He questioned, and Toga could swear on her love for Izuku that she saw the smile that lay behind that headgear as he turned to her, waiting for her answer.
It felt like thousands of needles were hovering above her, ready to fall and render her flesh asunder.
"After all, men are made equal, right? There is no way in which a man is worth more than his compatriots, right?"
"One quirk for the other, a mutual and agreed upon exchange; there is no reason for us to debase ourselves any further. Let's solve this situation like civilized gentlemen." AFO spoke, turning his back on the vampire and the blonde villain. One moment he was there, then in the next he vanished.
Yet, Toga could not find in herself to lower her guard. She could still hear it.
His rough and patched breathing.
Shhhhhuuuuuu~~~~
Hhhhhuuuuuuu~~~~
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Shhhhhuuuuuu~~~~
Hhhhhuuuuuuu~~~~
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Shhhhhuuuuuu~~~~
Hhhhhuuuuuuu~~~~
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It echoed in her mind.
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Shhhhhuuuuuu~~~~
Hhhhhuuuuuuu~~~~
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[XXX]
[XXX]
[Tokyo Police Headquarters, 02:23 A.M]
[13 days after Midoriya Izuku's kidnapping]
"Thus, the plan will play out like that!" Detective Naomasa finished his long briefing, taking one last glance at all the heroes present that would be participating in the raid.
For almost two weeks the heroes and the police had ceaselessly searched for clues that would allow them to pinpoint the location where Midoriya Izuku had been held hostage by the League of Villains, their search spear-headed by UA's own principal, the infamous Nezu. The furry creature had managed to finally get them a lead on the boy's possible location as well as one of the main hideouts of the villains.
The police department and the heroes were busy in coordinating efforts and clearing schedule to be able to launch a full-scale attack on the two locations, willing to finish up the jump-started group of law-breakers in one fell swoop.
It was clear that UA had high stakes on the operation and planned on clearing up their name from the recent slander that they were suffering due to the villain's actions.
Naomasa rubbed his tired eyelids in an effort to moisten his orbs, glancing at the blond skeleton that was seated on UA's corner of the table. For those in the dark about his identity he was merely an assistant that was there to take notes for All Might and debrief him later; for those more intimate, the man was All Might himself. It was clear that something was bothering the Symbol of Peace – Naomasa himself had been feeling out of sorts.
Midoriya was a known constant in his younger years at the police, and even nowadays as the teen took the first steps into becoming a civil servant (hero) the detective couldn't help but feel righteous anger burn in his chest at the villain's bold actions.
The policeman would have offered some comfort to his friend, but he figured it was best that they wait a bit until the room was cleared. Most of the people present were fully trusted, but the less people that knew All Might's secret the better. Not many were ready to know that the foundation of their society was terribly weathered and would not last for long; they had to keep Toshinori's legacy going strong for a little longer. Japan was not ready to lose the Symbol of Peace and what he stood for.
*Bzzttt bzztttt bztt*
Tsukaichi's phone vibrated in his pocket, the detective quick to check out the notification. It was some sort of link sent to him by Sansa, which made the policeman raise a brow in curiosity. Clicking on the hyperlink on the screen of his phone, Naomasa was directed to a barebones website with a buffering video-player.
His brows furrowed as the man quickly identified the website.
It belonged the League of Villain.
To Shigaraki Tomura.
The video stopped buffering, the contents downloaded. It automatically began to play, the recording quality displayed somewhat dubious.
A chill ran down the detective's spine. He knew this sort of video-format. The choppy editing, the low quality/effort vibe, the grunge and oppressive mood; this was a snuff video. And the "star" of the show was none other than their rescue target, Midoriya Izuku.
Yet, the title that appeared in the middle of the screen painted a very different picture of him.
(Ludwig the Accursed (only the first part) – Bloodborne OST)
[The Mad Blood-Drunk Demon]
Right in the middle of some sort of room stood Izuku, clad in blood-red armor. He was also holding a large katana that dripped with crimson fluid. The life liquid painted just about everything around him, the sight making the detective nauseous just imagining the stench of blood.
The video was half hazardously cut, immediately jumping to a stretched frame that displayed Izuku driving his blade into a creature's neck and decapitating it. Another cut displayed the vampire attacking someone from behind, his sword sticking out of their chest as he sank his maw into their neck. Another cut, this time showing the vampire missing an arm, yet still raising his sword and bringing it down on something on the floor, the audio providing an audible wet splatter without match.
Naomasa roughly paused the video, finger jabbing at the screen of his device and freezing the frame into something none too pleasant. Izuku's mouth was stretched into an absolutely evil grin, his fangs shining in red as he had just finished another opponent.
The detective snapped towards the furry creature just about ready to leave the room. As their eyes made contact, Nezu needed no other clue to understand that something terrible had happened.
[XXX]
[XXX]
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"Ah…" Izuku woke with a startled motion, raising his upper body from the desk which he had used to rest his tired eyes. He glanced around the place, trying to understand how he had managed to fall asleep inside a library, but at this point it was better to apologize and leave.
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But leave to where?
He felt perfectly at home here, surrounded by knowledge.
He looked downwards, trying to see if he damaged any book or any other property, but the only thing his eyes captured in sight was the exquisite leather-bound book that he had been laying over for god knows how long. The cover was a plain thing, but Izuku couldn't help the feeling that he had seen this book before; in fact, he should be very familiar with it.
It took the time for him to blink twice, but suddenly Izuku found himself in a cage, suspended above a strange sort of spacious room, many people dancing under him, oblivious to his distress. The teen tried to call them out, but found that no matter how hard he tried to speak, it as was as if something had muzzled him. He tried to take off whatever was holding him back from speaking, but the object refused to move.
The people under him stopped their dance and began to stare up as he made a racket in his jail, but they did little else.
It somewhat pissed him off.
He was just about to snarl at them when the people began to raise their arms in unison and point at him.
"""Sovereign."""
The teen cared little for the gallery, wondering what sort of loopyland had his reality been turned into.
But then, his muzzling restrain was pulled, roughly forcing Izuku oppose, else he be dragged up. It felt…
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Izuku was back in his room, stroking lightly his pet cat. He'd never been an animal person, as any other being usually fled from his presence in intimidation, but this one was different. He stretched, one hand hanging from the edge of his bed. The limb was immediately licked by a soft and slobbery tongue, a pink-furred Labrador showing affection to him.
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Suddenly he was sitting in front of a desk once more, back at the library. In front of him stood…something. It was black and lacked detail, except for the somehow blacker center of this creature. It wanted to suck in all reality.
It was tyranny without control.
It wanted him.
Yet it didn't take him. Not by force.
It extended a hand on the table, placing his pet cat over it. Izuku reacted in an instant and almost lunged to grab his pet, yet he didn't manage to move. A book on his lap had stopped him from recklessly acting.
...
"Would you like to bargain, Midoriya Izuku?"
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"Would you like to bargain, Midoriya Izuku?"
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"Would you like to bargain, Midoriya Izuku?"
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"Would you like to bargain, Midoriya Izuku?"
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"Would you like to bargain, Midoriya Izuku?"
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Shhhhhuuuuuu~~~~
Hhhhhuuuuuuu~~~~
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Shhhhhuuuuuu~~~~
Hhhhhuuuuuuu~~~~
"Don't bully my Tomoko!"
"Then take my hard. Do the bargain. Complete the exchange! It is your will, your wish to do so, right?"
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"[RAGE!]"
[XXX]
[To Be continued]
[AU END NOTES]
So, how was it? Did you guys have fun reading it? I needed a break to be able to qrite again, real life problems do be getting in the way, but the year is just about to end so we might have some respite after all.
Leave those sweet reviews, they help fuel my addiction to coffee and Rule!34 art. I'm also saving up to upgrade my setup, both to also enjoy some games for inspiration and to get some proper editing software. Papa's gotta be able to properly check out when I voice-record the chapters to youtube along with custom art, so there is that. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and look forward for more.
PS: Next chapter is called [Final Death?].
PSS: Get that imagination juices flowin', my brotha!
Ryujin Maou out!