Chapter 11: Operation Oyasumi
Tsukauchi waited for everyone to sit in their seats as he pulled out his notebook, readying himself to explain what he'd found so far from the USJ incident.
Several of the U.A. Staff were seated in black leather chairs at a U-shaped table with himself and Hayakawa standing at the end. The Principal and Toshinori were on the left; Snipe and Midnight at the forefront; and Vlad King on the right.
"Apologies for gathering you all here so late to discuss my findings. I figured a Friday would be better to discuss this than on an early Monday morning or evening." He straightened the papers in his hands and cleared his throat. "Our investigators, alongside my newest colleague, Hayakawa here," Tsukauchi gestured to the black-haired woman who had her hands behind her back. "Are doing all we can to find out about this 'League of Villains.' We've made some progress, but we can't find anything on this Shigaraki so far. We've dug deep into our records for any man in their early twenties or thirties who are registered as having a disintegration quirk."
Tsukauchi sighed. "But so far, we've come up empty on the results. Same goes for the Warp Gate villain, Kurogiri. So, they're not citizens or they're using aliases. Hard to find, either way."
Vlad King scowled and looked down at the table with his arms crossed. The muscular white-haired man's brows furrowed. "What you're saying is that we really don't know anything."
"We've gotta track 'em down. I shot their ringleader, but once he's back in shape he'll probably try pullin' somethin' like this again." Snipe shook his head. "What a pain."
Toshinori's face twisted into a grimace as he looked to have recalled something; Tsukauchi was quick on pulling out his notepad to write down anything. He nodded to Hayakawa to do the same.
"The attack on the USJ was too foolish and bold to even attempt. No same man or woman would even risk something like that." Toshinori continued after shaking his head in disapproval. "The leader just kept talking about the reasons he was there. He kept bragging about the Nomu's quirks, but he never really said much about his own powers. And when things didn't go his way, he was visibly upset. Like the guy was gonna throw a tantrum."
The talks kept going on about Shigaraki for a while – mainly describing the man as some man-child or a spoiled brat who's too much out of his league for attempting this crime.
"Still, it's incredible that someone like that has such a powerful quirk." Vlad King added.
"Maybe it's possible the kid hadn't received quirk counseling like kids normally do in elementary school." Midnight replied.
"Maybe so, but it doesn't really matter now." Snipe said.
Tsukauchi decided it was best to shift the conversation. "There were fifty-nine villains arrested in the aftermath of the USJ attack."
The heroes all closed their eyes at the other number coming up. "And thirteen of whom are currently wrapped up in body bags at the morgue. Almost all these guys were small-time thugs; ones you'd typically see lurking around in back-alleys and such. What worries me is the fact that these thugs all followed through to his plan and saw this 'man-child' as a real leader. But there had to be some sort of rallying power to encourage them as such to go through with it. This 'Nomu' character isn't saying much back at the station, so we could only assume that he was the motivation for it. Criminals nowadays are obviously feeling a lot of pressure from both our increased watch on the streets due to our friendly neighborhood Control Killer out on the loose still and from this world's abundance of heroes. These factors could've been a deciding variable for them to back such a simple-minded goal."
"Guess that makes sense…" Vlad King said.
"I agree; there are plenty a' people out there lookin' for a cause to get behind." Snipe nodded.
"What can we do to help?" Midnight added as she looked toward Tsukauchi.
"We'll expand our investigations and continue with our search for these villains. But, moving on from this, I want to discuss your student's involvement with the thirteen dead bodies we found in the Squall Zone."
"And you're certain that they're all a result from our student's rage in the Squall Zone? Are you sure that's your conclusion, Detective?" Principal Nezu said as the whole group turned to look at Tsukauchi. "Now I understand the grisly scene at hand here in our school, but I must give young Tokoyami the benefit of the doubt."
Tsukauchi sighed. "I understand that you'd think that every kid deserves a chance, especially in your guys' line of work. Heroes shouldn't be questioned about their decisions but…" He gave the sign for Hayakawa to step forward.
She laid a folder on the table with a great deal of information on it as the staff passed it around and grimaced at the photos held inside. Hayakawa spoke as soon as they stopped looking at the info.
"The thirteen thugs who were viciously pummeled to death were a result of Tokoyami Fumikage's quirk going berserk. I understand that it was a life-or-death situation that he was put in, but it still doesn't negate the fact that he's killed people in your institution. There will be no slap on the wrist given here. I personally think that he should be sent off to a juvenile corrections facility."
"Even still, miss Hayakawa, I think that you're blowing this out of proportion. The footage could've been tampered with, or only showed a small snippet of what really happened." Principal Nezu said with a slight scowl at the thought of one of his students being locked up. He turned his attention to the more reasonable sounding Detective. "Are you certain that you'd take this action towards our students who we vowed to protect, Tsukauchi? This is a blatant accusation that your partner is insinuating here."
"If word got out that your institution harbors a student who's murdered thirteen thugs and allowed him to get away with it, then I doubt it'll go well with the public or our city."
Vlad King glared at Hayakawa as he clenched his fists. "That a threat or something?"
His partner merely shook her head and kept steady. "No, I am merely stating fact. An info leak is bound to happen if you try to sweep an issue like this under the rug. The whole city of Musutafu - civilians, parents, and other students included will clamor for him to be behind bars or sent to Tartarus." Hayakawa laid out the facts harshly and the room went deathly quiet at her words. Tsukauchi felt as though she was too cold, and he placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her away from Principal Nezu.
"My apologies for my colleague. She is just stating the obvious. But yes, I highly recommend that you allow us to keep him at our station, at least for the time being." He raised his hands before any of the staff could protest. "I promise that we'll let him speak to his parents and see that he gets a lawyer - do not worry about that. But… I think you all know what is best for your school, I'm afraid."
"And what of our security footage?" Snipe asked with an indignant sigh.
"It is jumbled beyond too much repair. We were lucky that it captured some remnants of the Squall Zone and a few others where the students fought valiantly against the villains in question." Tsukauchi said as he checked over his notes and shifted his eyes toward Toshinori. "Which brings us to Toshinori's statements that I thought would be best if shared with you all."
The table all looked at the Symbol of Peace. "I think that…. We may have encountered the Control Killer during our fight at the USJ." He continued with a deep and exhausted sigh at everyone's look of concern. "I don't feel any strange compulsions, nor do I wish to harm myself or others. When I first arrived at the scene, there was another person among the two villains we know of – a red-haired woman to be exact. She had a hold of a few other students – young Midoriya among them and she did something to their heads. My student was able to resist her quirk somehow, but the others couldn't."
"We believe that we may have a found a limit on the Control Killer's quirk – it's not much, but it's a start. We've also swept the whole area and discovered more traces of this 'woman' at the scene. There was a pair of dismembered hands that gave us zero results – much like our League of Villains' suspects."
"So, is she possibly in critical condition herself? Losing a pair of hands is a lot of blood. Would we be looking out for a potential villain with no hands or perhaps bionic support ones as a replacement? Hiding a visible wound like that is no easy feat." Snipe said as he leaned in, more interested in the topic of the elusive Control Killer.
They all agreed on that and Tsuakuchi jotted that nugget of info down.
"So, she's in cohorts with the League then? It'd make sense of why the other various thugs would be behind the attack." Vlad King said with a scowl.
Tsukauchi nodded and pointed at him with his pencil. "We believe so. What else could inspire a crowd of low lives if not one of the most feared villains on the streets right now?"
"A nigh-untouchable villain that's evaded both the police and the heroes with their powerful quirk…." Vlad King said as he realized the grave meaning. "Should we even keep on with the upcoming Sport Festival?"
"I agree; I don't think we should hold it if the Control Killer is involved with this League of Villains. There's no doubt in my mind that they'd attempt something of horrific scale if it were to continue." Midnight said.
"Well… I understand the situation, but it's not as simple as cancelling it, I'm afraid. The entire world comes to this event annually and we're supposed to keep going with it… But if we increase security—"
"You can't seriously be considering keeping the event going, Principal…" Toshinori said with an exasperated sigh. His fellow staff members shared the same reactions.
"I know, but if we show that we can keep ourselves upright and that the threat at hand here has been handled – the public will calm down. They will be assured, as will the students and parents, that our school will be safer than ever before. Security will be triple that of last year. If Tsukauchi's chief allows it, we can have officers and Pro Heroes on standby this time around. We will confiscate phones and anything of importance that would allow this Control Killer to use their quirk from a distance. Only our cameras and such will be there to broadcast it. Everything will be kept on a watchful eye." Principal Nezu said with a confident smirk.
Everyone in the room grumbled but relented and agreed, as did Tsukauchi and Hayakawa.
Would it still be enough, though? Tsukauchi wondered to himself.
She looked at the small metallic earbud with a white silicone tip with a discerning eye. It was surprisingly light given its techy-appearance, and when slotted into the ear, a sense of ease washed over her body.
"So, these things supposedly will keep us from hearing the Control Killer's commands, Daisuke? You're absolutely, one-hundred-percent sure that this works?" Her skittish and low voice asked.
A thick, meaty hand waved away her concerns as it placed itself on a steering wheel. "Relax, Sakura. The boss said that these are some of the most reliable support items on the market. It's got some stolen tech that comes from the I-Island nerds. They're one of the most reliable bunch of virgins to pump out shit like this." Daisuke's carefree voice replied.
Sakura fidgeted around in the brown leather seat as they took a left, following the instructions that were given to them to find the Control Killer's home.
"S-still…. Isn't it kind of messed up that the boss is basically sending us into a lion's den? W-what if she's waiting for us?"
"Keep whining, why don't you? This is why I hate being paired up with you; you're always skittish for no reason. Only reason I do bring you along is because you got a quirk that can render us invisible in case shit goes south."
"B-but—"
"No more 'ifs' or 'buts', Sakura. Boss wants the dumb bitch alive, and I'll be damned if I don't fulfill his request. The extra bonus pay-out will be mine!" He giggled as he took another sharp right into a serene parking lot to a magnanimous apartment building. Twenty stories tall with balconies, a pristine grey and white color scheme, and a concrete rectangular welcoming sign with blue lettering that said: Miyamoto Haven.
Sakura got out in a hurry and gently closed the door to Daisuke's white car. "Y-you're sure this is the place. It doesn't look like—"
"Shut your trap, Sakura. I know where we are." He whistled at the sight. "The damn broad is living like one of those fancy CEO's or something. Definitely giving me points on my theory that she's a paid killer. Can't wait to shove this in Masakazu's face when we get her back to the estate."
Sakura followed behind Daisuke's burly back as they entered a quiet lobby area.
"Boss' info says that our target is on the twentieth floor; we'll take the elevator, and I'll pick the lock to her apartment." He pushed his pudgy finger into her chest. "Better keep watch. We can't be seen, otherwise it's all fucked."
"Y-yeah…. O-of course. I-I'll do that…." She fidgeted with her fingers and kept thinking of all the scenarios that could go wrong with this job. They both entered the fancy elevator that politely played some tunes as they rose to the twentieth floor.
He passed her a green canister – something that someone would typically associate with a gas container. "It's the sleeping agent that our reliable I-Island Nerds happily let us borrow. We'll toss it inside and wait for the broad to be knocked out cold."
"A-and if she isn't? What then….?" Her question earned her a smack across the forehead. "Ow…."
"This Control Killer may be a psycho, but a psycho still must rest at some point, right? We'll just bide our time and wait for her to come back.
Daisuke's hands quickly went to pick the apartment door's lock – a feat that seemed impossible for Sakura who kept constantly thinking that they'd be caught. Within a few minutes, he got it opened and Sakura immediately activated her quirk to make them invisible to the eye. Though, anything they bump into might ruin the concentration of it all. For her power to essentially work, she had to constantly think that they were invisible, and it would work.
They snooped around the area and quickly hid behind a kitchen counter to see a humongous man made of stone. He was wearing a black tank top and dark blue jeans with white socks. He was tending to seven little husky pups – feeding them dog kibble and petting them gently. He was eerily quiet and did nothing else before sitting down next to the pups on the carpet.
Luckily for them, the puppies were too busy chomping down their meal for the night to even notice Sakura and Daisuke slinking into the apartment's short corridor to find a hiding spot.
They saw a room with a large whiteboard and a wall riddled with sticky notes – naturally their curiosity got the better of them as they tip-toed inside.
Sakura walked up to the white board to see odd symbols she'd never seen before, as well as notes that go along with it. Most of it reminded her of pentagrams.
Was the Control Killer a Satanist or a messed-up cultist? She looked at a set of books that was laid on the mahogany table in the room. Each of them had been riddled with a plethora of colored sticky notes in their pages – signaling that it's been researched and analyzed thoroughly. Most of the books were in English and other languages she didn't seem to know of.
Devils, Demons, and Men by Godrick F. Barnaby; Demonic Records and Events by Reginald A. Whitford; The Four Horseman: A Compendium of Lore by Natalie Comstock; Are Devils Real by Geneva Fae.
Looking further, she looked at the whiteboard. The Control Killer's handwriting was so refined and delicate. Sakura's eyes read a tiny portion of the writing.
Sought to bring out any low-level Devil to come to being – none were successful. How do contracts work if they do not exist here?
Sakura's head titled at what this meant. Contracts? Was the Control Killer an Assassin then? Were these code words for something? She looked over the single worded titles involving devils that were outlined, highlighted, and given various annotations.
The woman was a Satanist - that much Sakura concluded. Her pink eyes slowly shifted to the final part of the board that had three names written in bold lettering, but before she could tap Daisuke's shoulder to let him know, he shushed her.
One of the little pups was in a crouched position – growling at them and barking. Loudly.
"Fuck…" Daisuke whispered. "Stay still. Keep your quirk up." He said, but she wasn't listening. Her heart was racing at what else she was reading off the whiteboard. It was cruel; she had to take a photo to share with someone. Screw the god damn kidnapping at this point; someone had to know what was being planned.
But before she knew it, Daisuke had the stone giant towering over him with its fists at the ready.
Makima was quite pleased with the outcome of that meeting. It went surprisingly well, and the staff seemed to have been none the wiser about what had truly transpired. They really did believe every little detail that Tsukauchi was giving to them. Even if the details were slightly warped because of her slight little changes.
She took a taxi back home and was waiting leisurely in the back seat. Her eyes glanced over the passing buildings and bright neon lights of bars and stores that occasionally shined by in a flash.
There were various factors that she still couldn't cover up fully and that made planning more complicated.
The Midoriya boy and his immunity – an issue that had to become a priority in the near future. His words may lead to Tsukauchi snooping around, and she didn't need the Detective hot on her tail again so soon. It took months to throw him off; having it all undone by a smart little boy was an irksome scenario.
There was also the annoying Yakuza family that butted in. Another trivial issue that she thought would be the first on her to-do list. Tomorrow morning she'd run the Yakuza pin through the Police Force's database to find out who and where this family operates. Of course, many of her fellow officers wouldn't wish to jump onto the Yakuza hunt at all. There would be no doubt that they're all too inclined to focus on the USJ incident and trying to find leads to her 'Control Killer' alias.
She'd have to take care of this matter personally with the help of Gyu – her stone-faced lap dog. He's been useful so far as a watchdog for her apartment. She's not had much of a chance at using his brute strength in anything else.
The taxi slowly pulled into her parking lot and gently came to a stop to allow Makima to exit. She gingerly passed the man the fare money and bid farewell as she began walking towards her apartment complex.
The quiet sounds of cars and people talking could be heard all around in the parking lot. She paid no attention to the other residents who amicably talked with one another this late.
She entered the quiet lobby and made her way to the elevator. She stepped inside and pushed the button for the twentieth floor. The calming piano tone of a tune played as she waited in the spacious elevator. It took a few minutes and Makima spent the time waiting patiently before exiting the elevator.
She slipped past a couple talking about some news out of town and kept walking down the hallway – its quiet serenity quickly snuffed out as shoes clicked, making an echo.
When she got to her apartment her eyes got slightly suspicious of how the door seemed to have been wrenched open with brute force of some kind.
As she entered the ruined room of her home, she took note of the fact that her furniture was overturned; the walls were covered in tears and dents; the kitchen looked as though someone was slammed through it, and the contents of her groceries tossed, crushed, and smeared over the floor.
A fight occurred in her own home.
Seven of her recently adopted husky pups appeared to have been stomped on or kicked repeatedly. It was no doubt in her mind that they died painfully. Their blood stained the floor in a thick pool. Their lifeless little bodies weren't a pleasant sight at all, and the only thing she could do was sigh.
Sprawled out onto the leather couch was Gyu's corpse. She shook her head at the pawn's mangled body.
"You know, I just got those pups a week ago, and you went and killed them." She patted the bloodied head of a black and white husky pup before turning around to face her invader.
"Not concerned for your bodyguard's life?" A woman's voice shakily asked.
"Not really. He was replaceable; his only useful quality was to be the one who watches over my dogs whenever I was gone." Again, Makima sighed and shook her head at the sight of one of her favorite pups' body. She really liked its brown and white fur most especially. It was also the first to have looked at her with such obedient loyalty in its eyes when she got it.
"So, you're the one's who's been causing a ruckus, all this time?" A second, manly voice said with disappointment. "Your bodyguard made us have to go and waste two really good military grade items in order to put his ass down. We were sort of hoping to save it for you." The man chuckled. "Poor bastard actually started crying in relief at dying too, almost made me feel a slight bit of pity."
Makima ignored the two home-invaders and kept peering at the bodies of her pups.
"I was going to give each of the seven dogs of mine interesting names, and now I'll have to scour all of Musutafu, maybe even farther, to find the breed I want again."
"Still going on about some shitty little puppies? Maybe I should talk about how I stomped their—"
"Drop your weapons and kneel." Makima said in a casual tone as the two people wearing black hoodies and jeans knelt in a sudden manner. They couldn't comprehend what was going on. Their handguns fell to the carpet floor with a small clatter.
"D-Daisuke…. The earbuds…! They aren't working…" Sakura's voice trembled with fear as Makima approached the two.
"Shut up, Sakura!"
Makima's head tilted as she knelt in front of the frightened woman and pulled off her balaclava mask. A pair of purple eyes on the brisk of tearing up stared at her – a freckled face scrunched up in absolute dread.
"Earbuds?" Her fingers plucked out an electronic looking-earbud with a thick cushion for the inner ear canal. "Interesting. Who are you with?"
"T-the C-chiyo Family…."
"Oi, Sakura!" The man's eyes widened when he realized that his partner was succumbing to Makima's power.
"And what was the purpose of your visit? Surely you weren't here to crush my loyal little dogs."
"O-Our boss wanted you personally…. T-to kill you himself! W-we were going to capture you…."
"And where is your boss now? In an estate, perhaps?"
"Don't fucking answer that question, Sakura!"
Makima simply smiled as she turned her attention to the foul-mouthed man. "You two saved me a lot of trouble by coming here." Makima's fingers pulled at the man's mask to reveal a scarred and chiseled face. "You really did inconvenience me by killing my pups. It'll take weeks, maybe even months before I can find, buy, and train a group of them again." Her fingers caressed the man's chin. "I had them already able to comprehend the notion of sitting when ordered to, you know. And now, I'll have to start over."
Makima's smile fell as she looked at the two like they were insignificant cockroaches who spoilt a fine hobby of hers.
"Any word on the duo that I sent?" Nagato's spindly fingers reached for another grape on a plate. He shooed away the maid in an old-Victorian era outfit to leave him in his gaudy room filled to the brim with prized historical artifacts from Europe.
"Not a word, boss. You sure it was wise to send those two? They were some of the best break-in specialists we had; they ain't meant for kidnapping jobs."
"Same thing, Masakazu. Just keep me posted on when those two'll nab her. It took a lotta money to find out where this bitch lives." He scratched his crotch and looked out the window, staring at the koi pound near the entrance to his estate.
"Will do, boss." The call ended.
He rested his spindly legs on his former Patriarch's old red wood desk imported from an American company. It's U-shaped exterior and shelves housing countless books of ancient colonialism, nationalism, and more littered the room like a miniature library.
His baggy eyes rested on a photo of his Patriarch's killer – a very grainy yet visible shot of the red-headed bitch on a rooftop with her arms behind her back. If it wasn't for her, the boss would've been alive still. He wouldn't have gone out like that through suicide. That wasn't the Yakuza way, and this 'Control Killer' broad had to go and ruin his boss' honorable end. It was also annoying how patronizing or outright hostile the other Yakuza families were to him. They didn't respect him enough yet. Not like the old boss did.
His grip on the leather office chair's armrest tightened. He eyed the trusty pistol the boss gave him when he became Captain of the Chiyo Family a couple years ago. Nagato couldn't wait to put a bullet in the head of the psycho when he had the chance.
His plan of having the Control Killer sedated and brought back here had to work, so he could show off to the other Yakuza families that he was the one who managed to deal with this issue. It'd gain respect and much more possibly.
Still, the only issue was trying to capture her. He glared at the photo and impatiently tapped his foot.
"Damn you…" Daisuke and Sakura are still a no-show. Masakazu thought to himself, scratching his stubble. Those two idiots would've been here by now for our swap.
The night was approaching fast, and the suburbs were getting quiet around these parts of Musutafu's more serene districts. Crickets and the occasional car driving by were heard as the moonlight was slowly being shrouded by the clouds.
Masakazu wasn't entirely happy with the change in leadership of the Chiyo Family, but it was a lot more profitable with the new head in charge. The little shit-for-brains Nagato was practically afraid of a coup happening in the family, and he wouldn't be surprised if the lieutenants had his balls in a tight grip.
He was being paid, alongside the two supposed break-in experts Daisuke and Sakura, to capture, hide, and escort their target back to the estate. From there, the boss will arrive in the front yard and do whatever the fuck he wants with the psycho.
He flicked away his half-used cigarette and smushed it under the heel of his leather dress shoe. He recognized the white, if not dated, car of Daisuke's pulling up to the driveway of the dummy house where they'll switch vehicles. The two idiots were surprisingly quiet as they got out of the car quickly and went to the trunk to retrieve a body covered in a black bag.
"What took you so long? Shouldn't take that much to make the broad faint with the gas the boss gave you two." He said as he went to look at the body bag. "Whatever, just load it into the van and we go our separate ways, like usual."
They nodded and did as they were told, surprisingly. "What crawled up your asses and died? Was the job that bad?" He laughed as they remained quiet but ignored it as he slammed the door and started the van up.
He noticed Sakura getting into the van with him and he looked at her with a confused raise of his brow. "The fuck you think—"
A sharp pain suddenly entered his stomach as he took note of the sharp knife firmly planted to the base. He looked to see Sakura continuously stab him in the same area, sometimes twisting it, and he tried to scream, but Daisuke's thick hands covered his mouth, preventing him from doing so.
From the outside, the van shook violently for a few minutes before coming to a painfully slow halt.
Makima waited patiently in the back of the van with her hands clasped together on her lap. The ride was tediously long as it went through several blocks of suburban homes until it stopped shortly just outside of a fancy, traditional Japanese estate. It had a large, black iron gate with a golden crest much like the pins she'd found on the men in the USJ.
Though, it was surprisingly smaller than most estates she'd seen in the past. There were several guards posted outside – all of them wearing formal black suits with their collars opened.
"Pull into the estate." She said to Daisuke as he did what was told and slowly parked in front of the large gate. Two men casually walked up to it, waving for someone to open the gates for the van to slowly drive in, parking into a cobblestone driveway further upward.
She got into position, making sure to drag the girl with the invisible quirk with her.
A blank-faced maid with a hime cut walked towards Nagato, bowing low with a tired, monotonous tone of voice. "Mr. Chiyo, sir."
He sighed, eating another grape, and petting a cat in his lap. "What is it?"
"Mr. Daisuke and Miss Sakura have arrived from their trip. Your men are securing the woman now."
His amber eyes lit up like it was Christmas.
The damn bastards did it?! It worked?!
He pushed the cat off his lap and quickly slipped on his sports coat and leather loafers. "Thank you for notifying me! Dismissed!" He waved her away and paced down the stairs, smiling happily at the other maids as he dreamt of this moment.
The Control Killer is in my hands! I can't wait to see the looks on Akiyama's stupid face when he realizes that I, a younger generation Yakuza, had done what he and the others couldn't!
Nagato let out a giggle underneath his breath as he pushed open the wooden doors to his estate and proudly walked out to the front porch – a wide array of his smug Yakuza in awe at Daisuke.
"Where's Sakura and Masakazu? Thought that he was gonna be the one to deliver her to me?" He asked, though Daisuke shrugged and threw the black-body bag onto the floor with a heavy groan. Nagato narrowed his eyes at the man before he pulled out a revolver and aimed it at the man. "Don't fuck me, Daisuke; I asked you a question: Where's Sakura and Masakazu? You weren't supposed to be the one to deliver her to me."
He waved at the other loitering Yakuza standing by to circle the man – all of them pulled knives, guns, or their fists out, ready for a confrontation.
Nagato shot the ground near Daisuke who didn't flinch as he proceeded to unzip the bag, revealing its contents.
Several of the Yakuza gasped or almost gagged at the sight of a mutilated corpse inside. It was what was left of Masakazu. His decapitated head rolled across the cobblestone pavement.
It wasn't until he heard his men gasp in front of him that he realized someone was behind him with a knife to his throat.
"S-sakura… The fuck you doing?!" He hissed out at the familiar tanto pressed firmly to his jugular.
The woman didn't answer but someone else did – a more serene voice that made him go into goosebumps.
"She's simply following my orders. So, you're a Yakuza? Perhaps the ones who interrupted something of mine not too long ago?" She turned around to face him, a face of indifference and a slight smirk that pissed him off.
"Hmm… How many men are here?" She looked around, counting off each individual frozen member of his family with a pleased expression. "This will do. Twenty-five in total – a perfect amount for your new assignment."
"A-and what's that huh?"
"It's quite better if I tell you when you're in a more obedient state." The Control Killer made them all kneel with just a word. That made his heart sink. The support items he paid so much for weren't working to suppress what many would've considered the Control Killer's ace. Her quirk bypassed them like it was nothing.
She got closer and grabbed his chin with two fingers.
"Y-you know that if you kill me here, it'll make all the Yakuza families rest their eyes on you! I-I'm not joking either! I'm part of—"
"Who said anything about dying?" She smiled at him. "No, you're too useful to die just yet."
Nagato's vision went black as a fuzzy feeling encapsulated his entire head.
She smiled as his resistance faded instantly as it was replaced with an all-loving smile. "Now then, you're going to tell me everything—"
Makima stopped and reared her head back to the main entrance to see several black SUV's and a van pull up and smash through Nagato's gated entrance and stone walls. They drove onto the gravel and some just straight up ran over the men she subdued with her control.
Soon enough, a dozen men and women dressed in all-black suits and wearing metal masks with guns surrounded the entire area. It didn't stop there, one of them was calling or texting something on a phone and then quickly put the phone away.
She sighed, knowing that there was other elements of these gangsters still lurking in every shadow. No doubt they wanted a piece of the pie in her death.
Before she could speak, several of the armed Yakuza aimed their pistols or sub-machine guns into the air and shot wildly, releasing a torret of bullets that were really, really loud.
What were they hoping to achieve? Was it a signal of some sort to call for backup?
Her nose sniffed the air, and it recognized a lot of scents – all of them muddied by their signature cologne. It was irritating. There was one more coming in a thick aroma; it was heavy. Strong. Musky.
"O-oi… y-you're sure this is gonna work….? I-I really don't wanna be a punching bag for this… We're in her usual patrol zone too…" A shaky man's voice said as he kept firing off his pistol.
"Shut up, asshole." Another voice hissed as they all aimed their guns into the air, causing as much as a racket as they can. "I-If we keep making a ruckus, we'll—" The masked Yakuza's voice was immediately silenced as a large foot connected with his neck. His body flailed and collided with the stone wall of Nagato's estate and went clear through the stonework.
More and more of the Yakuza were being quickly dispatched through harsh roundhouse kicks and punches with merciless fury.
Makima's eyes caught the barest glimpses of a white and purple blur and a lean muscular body colliding and knocking away several more of the gun-shooting Yakuza.
"You bastards! Keep spraying and praying those loud things and you'll be eating through a straw!" Her voice roared as she crouched low in a pouncing position.
A feral grin and dark red eyes adorned this amazon of a woman. She was clad in a sleeveless white leotard with dark purple trim around her shoulders and waist. Her revealing and lewd costume wasn't what garnered Makima's attention.
It was the set of albino rabbit ears situated at the top of this woman whose eyes never left hers. There was a raging fire burning in them.
One of the Yakuza yelped and backed away. "I-it's working! L-let the boss know s-she's here! Tell them phase two—" He couldn't say more before he got a mouthful of a rabbit's foot landing straight across the jaw and knocking him to the gravel with a harsh thud.
Makima knew a Pro Hero when she saw one. It was obvious that she was a highly skilled opponent if she's going at superbly incredible speeds.
Kick by ferocious kick, combined with a roar of pure adrenaline, the agile rabbit woman swept through the crowd of Yakuza like a knife through hot butter.
Many of the poor men and women dropped their guns and tried to make a run for it, but it was no use. They were easily dispatched and beaten black and blue by this one.
Makima realized what those Yakuza were shooting those guns for - to attract whoever this is as well as any other hero. No doubt they'd hoped to whittle her down with a swarm of Pro Heroes coming this way… Smart. She would have to give credit where it's due to whoever thought of it.
But it was very inconvenient. If there were a swarm of people like this woman's skill coming, it was time to bail. Tsukauchi and the Police Force would no doubt be on their way too.
Makima grabbed the Sakura girl and forced her to activate her invisibility quirk. Though it was put to an abrupt end as Sakura's stomach got a whole muscular leg pushed into it, causing the poor girl to let out some spittle and be knocked out cold.
"And where do you think you're goin' Mrs. Enigmatic?!" The woman's voice yelled out with a energetic voice. Again, the woman got into a pouncing position, clearly poised to strike. She flashed another feral grin and looked her up and down. "I gotcha for at least a couple of minutes, and I'll be damned if I can't get a rush of fun out of you!"
Before Makima could react, the rabbit-woman charged head on with an insanely quick roundhouse kick.
AN:
Mirko: "Hey Freakshow! I gotcha for three minutes! Three minutes of playtime~"
And with that, Operation Oyasumi (Goodnight) is underway.
I'm back after a month long hiatus, lol! Apologies about that. Again, like always, I'm so happy that you're all liking this story. It really makes me super happy. I never thought it'd garner this much attention.
Always love your comments and your love for this story of mine. You're all truly wonderful.
May you all walk on warm sands and have the sun shine gloriously on ya! 3 \[T]/