The abandoned orphanage loomed before Kagome, its dilapidated exterior a grim reminder of the lives it once sheltered. With practiced ease, she slipped through a broken window, her footsteps echoing in the empty halls.
Dust motes danced in the pale moonlight as Kagome rifled through filing cabinets, her heart pounding. Finally, her fingers closed around a worn folder. "Gotcha," she whispered, scanning the contents. An address leapt out at her, and she memorized it instantly.
Hours later, Kagome stood before a run-down apartment complex, steeling herself for what lay ahead. From what she had read Eri was adopted by the only daughter of the head of the Shie Hassaikai and her husband.
Why the heir to such a powerful yakuza family was living in such a run down slummy area was beyond her.
And to be honest she didn't really care, she was here for one reason and one reason alone.
To get her child back.
Squaring her shoulders she steeled her eyes, this was it. There was a very real possibility her child was behind that door. Raising a shaky hand she knocked on the door, which creaked open to reveal a gaunt woman with wild eyes.
"Who the hell are you?" the woman slurred, swaying slightly. Drunk or on something, the signs were easy to see.
A junkie.
"I'm here about Eri," she managed.
The woman's face contorted her dull gaze hardening as memories flashed consumed her. "That monster? I hope my bastard father of put her down for what she did to my dear Kazuma! That little bitch killed him!" The drunken and strung out woman kept ranting not at all realizing the very immediate danger she was in.
Something snapped inside Kagome. Her vision went red as she lunged forward, hands closing around the woman's throat. "How dare you?" she snarled, squeezing tighter. "She's just a child! My child!"
The struggle was over before it even began, Kagome didn't even has to use her quirk. Her rage fueled her, making her hands steel as they closed around the frail neck in her hands. Squeezing and twisting until a satisfying snap echoed around them.
As the life drained from from the other woman's eyes, a small part of Kagome recoiled in horror. What have I become? But the larger part, the part forged in pain and betrayal, felt only a grim satisfaction. It doesn't matter, I'll do whatever it takes to get my child back. She's all I have left.
She was not a hero, she would burn the world down around her to get her child back.