"Mr. and Missus Toga?"

The now ex-parents of Himiko Toga awoke to find themselves in a dimly lit room with a single lightbulb above them. They also found out that they were tied back to back in chairs. Struggling in their bonds, they looked around for the source of who spoke before a certain man stepped into the light.

"Yotsubashi-San?" Mr. Toga gasped out as he recognized the CEO of Detnaret.

"Yotsubashi-San was my father. Please, call me Rikiya." The pointy-nosed man smiled genially before his brow furrowed. "But I'm not here to exchange pleasantries with you. You two are not only absolute DISGRACES as parents, but also vile wretches who spit on the wishes and beliefs of a man many would call Villain but others would call Well-Intended Extremist."

The billionaire Support developer pulled out a copy of 'Destro's Manifesto'.

"Did you follow the Aldera scandal?" Rikiya asked, but he gave them no time to respond. "A that farce of a trial, I explained how mass assumption led to grave stupidity. Stupidity that again, when paired with assumption, not only made an ass out of the assumers but irrevocably damaged the lives of innocent people for things out of their control. Where have I heard that…Oh, right! You. And your eldest."

He then shoved the book into the Toga's faces.

"I'll assume you have a basic idea of Destro, one of the so called 'Valued Villains' from which our current society learned and developed itself?" The man asked, again giving no time for a response. "This book is his autobiography; most assume this to be vanity press or something akin to an apology/explaining of Freudian excuses. And to a certain extent, that last one rings true: He was one of the first Quirked born after all. And much like you…society didn't like such an unsightly and bizarre ability."

He then flipped to a portrait of an tired but still quoite lovely woman.

"However, UNLIKE you two? Destro's mother saw his power as just a quirk; something that made him special. She loved it about him. Encouraged him to master it as best he could, which he did…after she died, sadly. Protecting him no less….A parent's duty."

Rikiya then closed the book.

"Enraged by his mother's suffering and death, Destro began to build an army and rampaged across Japan, even getting followers and allies worldwide. His one mission was for Quirks to be freely used as we do the other five senses. While people assumed he wanted mass anarchy, he actually trusted people would have common sense to know where and when use their Quirks. Sadly, he was…not the most powerful or skilled leader, being self taught often leads to that….So after his capture by the Glowing child, he wrote this book before committing seppuku."

Rikiya poured himself a drink to drown his sadness and steady his nerves.

"Its been almost 200 years since Destro's will helped spark the hero movement and Quirk control. And yet…there still exist people like you two: Clinging to 'normality.' To being 'within the mold.' When the greatest heroes and influencers of our times are anything but. And you have little claim to normality to begin with; coming from old money and still making fortunes through patents, your children, nay, your children's children should never have had to suffer like Himiko, Chara and Frisk did. And yet you made them do so. Why?"

He again didn't let speak, snapping his fingers as if he realized.

"Oh yes. Your oh so precious and beloved reputation." Rikiya growled; sickened by how these creatures clung to that. "That you care more for social standing and what masses of strangers think just proves your stupidity….And also makes this all the more ironic."

He then revealed a magazine, with Himiko's face decorating the front cover with the headline

'BLED OUT: THE STORY OF HOW AN INNOCENT GIRL NEARLY FELL TO VILLAINY DUE TO ABUSE.'

'I really should give Curious some kind of reward for this.' Rikiya mused to himself. 'Barely a week after and she writes a best-selling article that's tripled our projected profits of Shoowasha Publishing? She deserves…Hmm…what would be nice for her? A vacation? Wine basket? Fruit basket? Fruit basket with wine? Meh, I'll figure that out later…Although maybe I should send that Midoriya lawyer a basket. A tut! Tut! Tut! Focus, Rikkiya! Focus!'

When he came back out of this thought, the Deternat CEO saw the horrified loomks on the Toga's faces.

"Ah, yes, there it is," Rikiya smirked. "The feeling of abject humiliation and despair. The feeling of helplessness, which is what you forced on your oldest child all for the sake of 'normalcy'."

His smile turned to a disgusted frown as he then made his way over to a boombox and turned on a CD.

"Honestly, you should have known that in this new world we live in, normal does not exist. On a semi-related quick aside: have either of you ever listened to 'Huey Lewis and the News?' Wonderful band, highly underrated….and this song I feel is both apropos and ironic to this situation."

As 'Hip to be Square' played, Rikiya grabbed Mr. Toga by the neck before raising his remaining arm, which bulged as his fist was coated in darkness, which he then slammed on the man's legs, shattering them both at the same time as he screamed in agony.

"Your daughter suffered for almost ten years because of your own ego. It's time you felt just an iota of her pain."

Mrs. Toga sobbed at the state of her husband before Rikiya scoffed and moved over to her, his hand turning to normal as he picked up a screwdriver from a tray on a nearby table before grabbing her by the face and moving the screwdriver to her right eye.

"Now, you see, I like to think I'm an honest man who makes an honest living and abhors torture and violence...unless I am the one doing it."

The screams of the Togas echoed throughout the building but nobody paid any heed...

VINDICATED

Chi yawned as he opened his eyes before flipping off his perch and landing on his feet. He then made his way downstairs and smiled when he saw his mother, Claire, cooking breakfast.

"Morning, Mom."

"Morning, sweetie."

A trio of cute yawns came as Himiko, Frisk, and Chara came down next, along with two little girls and one baby. The little girls were twins but had discerning features. The first had reddish brown hair in a ponytail with a black bow while the other one had long blue hair with a black hairband that had a purple rose decor.

The baby had black hair tied up in a tuft at the front with a pink bow and wore a pink onesie with a magenta pacifier. The twins were named Merry and Berry while the baby was named Ami.

Right after the trial, Hisashi had gone to the Mikoto family and asked for them to host Himiko, Frisk and Chara until he sorted out the foster paperwork. However, Claire had immediately offered to take the three children in, her husband, currently overseas but sharing her feelings after his son gave him a summary, e-transferring the necessary funds.

Come three days, the name 'Toga' disappeared from Himiko, Chara and Frisk's names, replaced by Mikoto.

And even before then; the new home had been like night and day compared to the Togas; the four nchildren and their mother embraced their Quirks (both powers and personalities), Merry and Berry quickly growing to adore Himiko and trying to help make her cuter than she already was.

Baby Ami also adored her new siblings, always up for playing with Frisk

"What's for breakfast?"

"It's called "Full English," Claire explained, setting the plates down. "Bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes and mushrooms, baked beans, toast, black pudding, and a tall, cold glass of orange juice mixed with pig's blood to wash it all down!"

Himiko was practically drooling as Chi chuckled. Due to his family all having Vampire-based Quirks, blood was a practical necessity of their diets, so Himiko fit right in. Frisk and Chara were okay with it as well, despite not having any need for blood themselves.

All in all, life was perfect for Himiko's new family in the Mikoto Clan...

VINDICATED

(WARNING: DISTURBING IMAGERY AHEAD.)

"Please...we're sorry...!" Mr. Toga choked out, his face bloodied, his shirt torn to reveal burns in the shape of an 'L' made from imported cigars, his legs broken, his testicles pulverized into a bloody mess, and his nose cut off.

Mrs. Toga let out gurgled sobs, all of her teeth torn out, her eyes gouged out, and fully nude with nails punched into her torso to form an 'L', and deep scratches across her unmentionables and buttocks.

"Well, I'd say that was a very productive day!" Rikiya said cheerfully as he threw away a rusted coat hangar before taking a quick smoke from a cigar. "Now then, what do you have to say for yourselves?"

"We're terrible parents...we're absolute disgraces of human beings..." Mr. Toga whimpered. "Please...let us go...we won't tell anyone...we'll leave Himiko alone..."

Rikiya frowned before shaking his head as he took one more drag from his cigar and then turned to leave the room.

"Alas, it's too late to repent now. Perhaps in your next lives, you'll be better..."

Tossing the cigar behind him, Rikiya slammed the door shut as he left the room, the still burning stub igniting the gasoline that had been spilled everywhere as it spread toward the Togas at an alarming rate.

"Noooooo...NOOOOOO!" Mrs. Toga shrieked.

"PLEASE! NO! GOD, PLEASE NO!" Mr. Toga screamed out.

There was nothing the Togas could do as the flames reached them in a hateful burning embrace, their flesh charring and peeling off as they shrieked in agony. All the while, music began playing on the hidden radio in the room.

I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start
A flame in your heart

Knightmare Lord A/N:

I took some cues from American Psycho for the Togas torture for the more darker route.

Also, this is definitely going to get us a Mature Rating for sure.

Mrotax A/N:

Changed the rating before I posted!

Huey Lewis and the News are among my fave bands. But with Quirks involved, we weren't so sure…So I decided to pull a 'Reservoir Dogs' and have the song play during the beat-down, while letting you readers' imaginations fill in the spots.

But at least now, Himiko is in a much better place. If you want a reference to the kind of family she's in now; Think of the Vaalcs from 'Irma-Kun.'…Oh, poor Hitoshi if/when the ship starts a sailing.

Next time, we get into what some of you readers are here for: The Shipping!