Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you another MHI special: 'The Deku Wars: Kyoka vs. Mina.'
Are you Team Kyoka or are you Team Mina?
In the condo of Wild, Wild Pussycat member, Ryuko Tsuchikawa, the blonde was facing a certain dilemma with a particular group of people.
And by people, it was really three.
And by three, it was really Kyoka, Mina, and the adorable cinnamon roll, Izuku.
The blonde Pixie-bob took a few sips of Hennessy from the glass. Of course it was a Friday and two in the afternoon, but it was five o'clock somewhere in this world.
She sighed happily. "A fifth of Hennessy! That is how freedom tastes." She took another swig before slamming down on the kitchen counter. "The water of the gods, I swear." Now, to the problem.
If there was ever a grudge match Ryuko would serve as a mediator or a referee, this would be it. The punk rocker and the pinkette were staring daggers at each other in the living room. Both on opposite ends of couches. The atmosphere was thick and tense the moment they had entered the apartment.
Earlier that day….
Ryuko stepped out of the tall white building carrying a sheet of paper. It was a very important piece of paper that signified her freedom.
'And be sure to not come back into this place again, missy,' said the elder man in a police uniform.
She replied with a wink and the peace sign. 'I promise, Officer. No more stalking and stealing articles of clothing for me.'
'Thank you, missy,' replied the toothy-grin officer. 'You are more than welcome to come back anytime that doesn't involve any reason for probation.'
'Highly doubt it,' she said with another wink. 'Bye!'
The happy-go-lucky hopped and skipped as she knew the probability of repeating the incident that put her on the hot seat was nigh.
Until then, she didn't mind heading to the convenient store for a celebratory drink.
And that was when she encountered the three in question.
'Leave us alone, you conniving bitch!'
'You fuck off, you horned snake in the grass.'
'Izuku is mine and you know it! Leave your stubby hanging lobes out of our lives!'
'Hell no, you Majin Buu reject! Deku is mine!'
'No, he is mine!'
'No, he is mine!'
'Mine!'
'Mine!'
'MINE!'
'MINE!'
Pixie-bob watched helplessly as poor Deku was in the middle hanging and dangling like a thread. A red thread of love that was bound to split.
'Girls, please,' begged and pleaded the strained Izuku. 'People are watching and we don't need to make a scene.'
'If she lets go, then we can go our married way,' replied the pinkette with a wink.
Kyoka picked up the pinkette's hint and static electricity began flaring up. 'The only way I am letting go of Izuku is by death and death alone.' She wrapped tightly around his arms. 'And if I die, he is coming with me.'
'Do you want to be waterboarded, bitch,' barked Mina.
'Do you want to get turned into a pack,' barked Kyoka.
'Let go,' barked Mina.
'No, you let go,' barked Kyoka.
It was two knocks to the forehead that made the girls separate from Izuku, causing them to fall on their butts. Izuku landed to the wall. His eyes were spiraling, dizzy from the encounter he had unfortunately endured.
Pixie-bob saw the steaming smoke from her hands as she appeared in front of the girls. 'Actually, ladies. You will both let go!'
Mina sat up, feeling the bump on her head. 'Whoever did this to my good looks is wanting to see our heavenly father early!' She stopped when seeing the Pro Hero in front of her.
'The only place you will be seeing is Nezu if I were to tell,' replied Pixie-bob as she folded her arms. She turned to Kyoka. 'Make one false move and this lighter of mine will be so far up your ass that your tonsils will be doing shadow puppets.'
Kyoka immediately understood. She wouldn't dare challenge the infamous member of the Wild, Wild Pussycats.
Their little public disturbance was gathering a small crowd. Didn't want the girls to get in trouble and didn't want Izuku to face embarrassed, she decided on a game plan. 'My apartment is nearby.' She stuck out her finger. 'Let's go! Now!' The girls followed suit. Meanwhile, she picked up Izuku and carried him on her shoulder to head back with them.
It wasn't long until she got a few whiffs of the cinnamon roll. He smells like I thought he would.
Back to the present….
Ryuko coughed to gather the girls' attention. One couldn't keep their eye off the other as Izuku sat in the middle of them. He was sitting in the chair unconscious. Before entering the apartment, Mina tried to sneak attack Kyoka with a punch. However, she missed and accidentally striking Izuku.
Ryuko gave Mina another knock to the head.
"So, girls. Causing a raucous because both like the other," she said as she fixed her lips. She crossed her legs as she observe the area. "Frankly as potential Pro Heroes, you must present yourself better than that."
Kyoka raised her hand. "Auntie…."
"Onee-chan is fine," said Ryuko with her glaring smile and popping vein from her forehead.
"Ryuko onee-chan," said Kyoka correcting herself, "I would like to say that me and my darling Izuku were minding our own business until this big titted piece of bubblegum came and intervened."
"Fuck you," interjected Mina. "Why lie? Darling Izuku and I were eating ice cream at the drink bar before you stormed in and snatch him away from me."
Kyoka stuck out her tongue. "Not before snatching him away from the arcade while playing DDR." She gave a frightening glare. "And I almost had the high score."
"Not before you took him away from the movies."
"Not before you snatched him away from the dorm after what the police said, 'suspicious persons on campus.'"
"I only did that because you filed a police report stating that I was stealing his boxers!"
"Interloper," shouted Kyoka.
"Shrew," shouted Mina.
"Wannabe Medusa!"
"Your mother!"
"You would bring up mothers, Pinky! At least my mother don't swallow babies for a living!"
"I will kill you, Jirou!"
"Don't start shit, Ashido! I will end you, girl! In the casket! And my Izuku will be there with me as we smoke your ashes!" She gave a frightening glare. "With our baby, of course!" She licked her lips as she rub her belly.
"Virgin!"
"Slut!"
"Amy Winehouse reject!"
"Thotiana!"
Ryuko watched the girls exchanged insults and jabs over the past few minutes. She had enough.
"ENOUGH!"
By that time, Mina had a knife and Kyoka, surprisingly, was holding a blowtorch. The girls put their weapons down.
"It seems to me that you girls have an obvious dilemma," she said as she blew through her nose. She stared at the unconscious Izuku. "Both of you are fighting for the same man, correct?"
Both girls nodded.
"And you are willing to do anything to make him yours, right?"
Both girls nodded.
"I will go to the ends of the Earth for him," said Mina.
"I will scour the Earth and will make him feel things that will wake up his priest," replied Kyoka.
Mina scoffed with laughter. "With what?" She smirked again. "Your tits are flatter than the taste of LaCroix."
"Pinky, please! According to the rumor mill, you are the KFC of UA High," interjected Kyoka. "When the breasts and the thighs are done, all is left is a greasy box."
Pixie-bob snapped her fingers once again. She grabbed the girls attention once again.
"Anyway, it seems you guys will do anything to get him. But what about Izuku? His feelings?"
Both girls stared blankly at the blonde.
"Fuck permission. He is MINE," exclaimed the girls.
"No, mine!"
"No, mine!"
Ryuko knocked their foreheads with her fist. Ryuko shook her hands from her smoking fist. "Jesus, how many licks do you need to get to the center of your thick skulls?!" She sighed loudly. "A contest!"
"A contest," retorted Kyoka.
"If you girls want to date Izuku, then you guys have to make him yours," said Ryuko. She stood up gently and walked toward the window, looking at the view of Musutafu.
"Arrange a date or a hangout. You both will get one shot to make Izuku yours," said Ryuko. "No wisecracks. No interference. Do as you will on whatever happens. At the end of the day, it will be up to Izuku." She turned to the girls. "I am serious. No interfering with each other. Understood?"
Both girls were quiet.
"Understood," she asked again sternly.
"Yes, ma'am," said Mina.
"Yes, onee-chan," said Kyoka.
"Good," said Ryuko as she folded her arms approvingly. "You have a week to think of strategy. Leave me your email and we will be in touch."
Kyoka and Mina followed suit as they gave the blonde their information. It wasn't long when Ryuko took them to the door.
"Get along with each other until then," said Ryuko. "And I mean it."
"What about Izuku," asked Mina.
"I had arranged Yawara to escort him back home when he wakes up," said Ryuko. "He will be in good hands. Take care!"
Ryuko closed the door as the girls were left alone in the hallway.
A few minutes, the girls were outside of the condo as they faced each other.
"So, Jirou, may the best girl win," said Mina as she extended her hand to Kyoka.
Kyoka had a slight apprehension but agreed. "May the best woman win." May the best woman win. And that is me, you wadded up piece of bubblegum that is better off as a stain on the floor. Your snake ass think I will play fair? Hell no! I will do whatever it takes to have Izuku. Even if it means sabotaging.
Mina nodded to her as she patted Kyoka on the back. I ain't agreed to shit. My fucking fingers were crossed! This retroactive grungry wannabe Kurt Cobain bitch! Do you think I will see you take my Deku away, you moronic jizz rag?! I will end you, girl! Don't you think for a second that this truce will change anything. I will do whatever it takes to have Izuku. Even if it means sabotaging.
"Farewell, Jirou," said Mina as she walked away from Kyoka. Bitch!
"Later, Ashido," replied Kyoka happily. Fucking thot!
To be continued….
Ryuko was pouring herself a glass of wine as she was dimming the lights in her condo. Sade was playing in the background. She sighed happily as she was sporting her black-clad lingerie. She swayed her hips as Sade was reaching her crescendo to "Caught Up In The Rapture." Her soft supple breasts were exposed, feeling free as she was preparing to have a night of her own.
Her very precious Deku.
Yawara was kind enough to convince Shouta Aizawa for him to stay over as he was falling ill. She told Aizawa that he caught it from her after he spent the day assisting her with housekeeping.
It was Ryuko that caught the flu. The flu for Izuku's love.
Izuku was lying peacefully in bed. Yawara was also kind enough to insert sedatives in his veins, ensuring that will have a peaceful sleep.
Oh, my sweet sleeping beauty! My beloved prince needs a kiss from his princess! Pixie-bob closed the door to her bedroom, slowly discarding her clothing as she prepared for a night of revelry.
She produce smirk, thinking when she stood at her window watching the girls depart for the evening. Sinister thoughts were in her mind. This is quite a contest, ladies. Do you think you prepubescent asses think you have a chance with my Deku?! No way in hell! No way in hell!
Izuku was making a cute snore as she climbed into bed with him. She stroked his cheek slowly, using her lips to kiss his forehead.
I have to play the part for this. Those girls won't last! Before the contest is over, they will end up destroying each other, leaving me there to support my loving Deku. She touched his soft lips. "Your lips, your body, your scent. It is everything I thought it would. Stealing your underwear, following you through campus, and even around those cheap whores was worth getting arrested and getting off probation." She blew into his ear. "It was worth it!"
She pulled his hand, slowly to cradle her breast. She bit her lip as his touch was like electricity. "I can't wait to touch your lips. I bet it is sweet as honey. But unfortunately, I can't! Those girls will know and they can't know...for now." She became aroused as she glided his hand to her moist pussy. "It still doesn't mean I can't get off to you."
Yes! Izuku! Yes!
Your hand is filling me up!
I will make you mine, Izuku!
I will make you mine, Izuku!
I will sabotage those bitches for you!
I love you, Izuku!
To be continued...for real this time!