A/N: Talks and Trash
Alt Title: Good ending choice made
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Sorry this took SOOOOOOOO long, I got hooked on writing The Wild Tale of Cyril Leon
It's at chapter 29 right now a month ago it was 6, so, yeah
I'm going back to basics! 5K chapters, keeping it nice, clean and simple! 90% Kitsu's POV and my writing skills have evolved.
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Dio Genus: The only good cauldron, was The Black Cauldron.
YeTianshi: Hey, no one ever accused Cauldron of being competent. Also, I'll slowly get back into Kitsu.
Kaykaykaykayan: This chapter is pure catharsis.
Grimnosh: Kitsu was actually using her stranger power. Unless someone is specifically looking for her at that moment, or she's doing something to gain attention. She goes ignored.
Other than that, yeah. Francis is starting to get desperate.
cassnova5424: Here's your fallout.
Dancingleaf: Oh! Oh it's been so long that you were still dancing, not a dancing. Oh I feel like I neglected Kitsu now.
And uh, Kitsu's definitely noticed who's behind Mike showing up. She just, hasn't had time to process it yet.
RadChaos897: It's been so long my friend. So, so long. I feel bad.
I will say, you are reading too far into Kitsu being scared by Mike's voice. She was scared, because she recognized it. But also couldn't remember where from. And fun fact, Kitsu's original name before the whole body yoink, was Elizabeth, her parents called her Little Ellie.
Also, eat your coat.
Dalan777: A good character is a multifaceted one. Something I feel the original author fogets. If you look at Worm and Ward, a lot of characters who aren't the main characters, have pretty tropey or one note personalities. And even then, a lot of the main characters are one note too.
recon100035: you're welcome.
GideonBlackthorn: He's going to die an unremarkable, slow, and painful death. One where no one will know him, and he gets to wallow away and rot. The mighty Bond villain wannabe, dead before he ever makes a mark.
Gogmazios: You're welcome!
Doompool7893: Here you go! Thank you for waiting!
Mangouschase: who said it was over?
Slowest Turtle: Oh she will.
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-Thursday, August 19th, Hào chī buffet, Market District, 4pm-
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Kitsu POV
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"Do you have any idea how much cab fare is on this side of the city?" Amy asks as she sits down beside me. "Never mind how much of a pain in the ass ditching Vicky is."
I, don't say anything. My mind is drawing a blank on the matter. That and, I just don't know. So, we just sit in silence for a bit.
"Vicky already told me everything." Amy says slowly. "Guess the looks aren't just coincidence."
"I'd, rather not talk about that right now." I mutter softly.
"Why not?" She asks challengingly. " I thought you'd be happy."
"Maybe in a different circumstance. Like if I was Mark's alternate maybe baby. Or, a parallel version of Crystal." I mutter as I slurp my noodles. "Do you know what it's like? To find out your father has this, not only connection but hatred towards the people raising you and that-" I stop as I look to her glaring at me.
"Oh, right." I say and go back to my noodles. "Poor choice of words."
I chose the worst phrasing for that. Like, of all time.
"Yeah, no shit." Amy says. "At least yours isn't on some list."
"Witness protection." I correct her.
"You know damn well what I mean." Amy growls in a low tone. Letting me know exactly how she feels about that point. "Look at it this way, we're both adopted sisters in a fucked up family with fucked up fathers. You don't see me running off over it."
"The hospital counts." I point out. "You just get away with it more because you have the convenient excuse of helping people."
We sit in silence at that as the old man walks up and hands Amy a menu. Amy takes it and starts looking through, returning us to a brief quiet as she reads.
"How much do you actually know?" Amy asks as she flips the menu over.
"More than I want to." I answer honestly.
"You know the future?" Amy asks as she flips through the menu.
"I know a future. One where almost everyone dies and you have a mental breakdown from stress and molest Vicky, your powers go unchecked and warp her into some hellraiser eldritch abomination and then you commit yourself to the birdcage out of guilt where you meet bio daddy dearest and he grooms you into a near sociopathic menace driven by a desire to feel loved but can only bring yourself to love Vicky who at that point hates your guts and is absolutely terrified of you. And that's just you!" I finally, finally unload. "Whoo! I've held that in, for years! Oh, oh that feels good to get off my chest." I sigh, looking to the ceiling with so much relief. I might as well have, you know what. Not ruining the moment.
Looking over to Amy, I see her wide eyed in shock and horror. Having dropped her menu as she stares at me in abject fear. Mouth agape and everything.
"Oh, um, surprise?" I shrug with a sheepish smile.
"Holy fuck." She whispers. "Is, is that all you see?"
"I mean, yes?" I answer awkwardly. "I mean, several things have changed since then so, not gonna happen? Maybe?"
Amy takes the menu she dropped, and closes it before sliding it away from her. And then stares off into the distance.
"Sorry." I mutter as I finish my noodles.
Amy stares off into the fifth dimension for a bit longer before turning back to me.
"Where, where are you in this, fucked up future?" She asks.
"That's just it." I chuckle. "I'm not. The future I got to witness, is one where I never existed. That, or I'm my own blindspot."
Amy thinks on that further as the old man comes by and takes her menu away.
"You know." I start off teasingly to break the tension. "Since I'm single now, and I'm technically like, one fourth Vicky-"
"No." She shoots me down immediately.
"Worth a shot." I shrug. Though, I wasn't actually going to try anything.
For one, sister, eww, that's Amy's fetish, not mine. Two, I'm not ready for another relationship. Might give it a decade after how that felt.
"Oh, and you're not single." Amy says suddenly. "Almost forgot to mention that."
"Missy broke up with me earlier today." I explain as I lay my head down.
"Yeah, that's the other thing." Amy says. "You bolted before she could finish."
"What?" I ask, turning to face her.
"Yeah." Amy says with a sardonic smile. "She was going to say she needed time to be alone, for now. She wants a break, not a break up."
You mean to tell me. I pulled a cliché run away before I figure out the situation? And not only that, I did it for that? I'm, I'm, I just wana-
"Aaaaaah!" I scream in equal parts frustration, annoyance, and depression. All aimed at myself, before I slam my face in ramen broth. "Blublublub!"
"Alright you little freak." Amy says as she grabs my sides and lifts me up. "We're going back."
"That's offensive." I moan as she hefts me away from the counter, carrying me like the useless luggage I feel like right now.
"And I don't care." Amy says as we leave.
Though, just as we leave, there's a loud crashing sound in the distance. Loud enough that I feel it tremble the ground.
"What was that?" I ask after Amy flinches.
"Could be any number of things." Amy says. "City's going to hell faster than it was before."
Oh yeah. Kinda forgot about that with all the drama.
"Should I do something?" I ask as we hear more rumbling.
"Wait for me to get somewhere safe." Amy says as she hails a taxi. "You're my only protection."
"Your own self defense fox!" I say in an old infomercial tone. "For the low low price of your soul! Get your own now!"
"Return to sender." Amy says as she tosses me in the back seat.
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-10 minutes later-
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Landing on the roof of an apartment complex in the Chinatown. I listen out for the crashing and rumbling. It doesn't take long as I see it, or rather him.
Lung is half up on his transformation, his wings growing as he takes flight and dodges a blast of blue flames.
"Lung dodging flames?" I say to myself in confusion. "That doesn't make sense."
Deciding to investigate before engaging. I turn invisible as I leap forward and free run from roof to roof. Only stopping when I get to the ledge of a street overlooking the fight.
Lung is bobbing and weaving in midair. While Ginobog is tossing rubble at a guy in a black trench coat with blue flames spouting out of him.
'Is that, Dabi?' I think to myself as I watch the man in black leather torch the area.
" Come on!" Dabi shouts. "You guys're known for your firepower aren't you!?"
'A bit cheesy if you ask me but, okay.' I think as I observe.
I'm in a bit of a sticky situation here, seeing as I have this agreement with Lung to stay out of his business, so long as he stays out of mine. So, until this gets extreme or something changes.
I'm chillin!
"You want firepower you pride parade matchstick!" Ginobog says as he grabs a trashcan lid while hiding behind the cover of a car.
I watch as yellow lines crack across the metal surface, before being tossed at-
"Ow!" I bring my hands up to my ears as my hearing aides clamp down and turn off. My invisibility leaving with it.
I, forgot all about that feature.
Looks like I'm AWOL now!
Should probably do something about this fight then. Seeing as, well everyone likely knows where I am right now.
Can't be accused of laziness on top of running away after all.
Getting up, I get into a jumper's crouch, and leap. Turning invisible as I soar through the air, and only turn visible when I'm a few feet from Dabi.
"Surprise!" I shout as I barrel into him at the same time Ginobog tosses the trashcan lid.
I get, all the energies! They're mine now!
"What the, holy shit." Dabi says as he looks to me, currently glomped to his torso.
"That was supposed to knock you over." I pout.
Or at least scare him.
He places a hand on my forehead, rubbing my hair a bit and flipping the hood of my stolen hoodie back. Revealing my ears and golden hair.
"Hey there new boss." He smiles softly at me.
What?
"Um, excuse me?" I say in confusion.
He places a hand on my head and rubs it before cutting off his flames.
"The shit's the midget doin' here!?" Ginobog asks in the distance.
"Solving our problem." Lung silences the man.
Dabi softly takes my arms and disentangles me from him. Giving me a final pat on the head as I stare up at him in confusion. Utterly baffled at what's going on.
"I see now." He says with a nod as he gets down to a knee. Now eye level with me. "Not yet, I get it. Well, consider this my loyalty in advance, I'll leave if you want me to."
'What is he talking about?' I think curiously. 'Is this version of Dabi more touched in the head than the canon one?'
"Um, yes." I say uncertainly. "Please leave, and don't attack this place again."
He chuckles as he stands. Removing his hand from my head as he turns around.
"I'll go for now." He says as he waves without looking. "But, I can't promise I won't be back! You might change your mind after all!"
He shoves his hands into his pockets as he continues down the street. Leaving without any further fanfare.
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Touya "Hellfire" Todoroki POV
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So it seems the boss is yet to get ready.
I'm no fool, hell the only reason the old boss didn't force me to kill him is because the current boss showed up. Most people don't seem to realize each Butcher is a different person. They just have the voice of every previous Butcher in their head.
They can still do whatever they want. They just get a permanent peanut gallery.
Last Lieutenant before me. Guy with a weird electric power, was a dick to the eighth boss and me, but had his lips stuck to the seventh bosses ass like it was a metal pole in winter. Once the eighth rose up, that guy tried kissing his ass, only to get shit on and buried.
And we already know who the new boss is.
Throwing my hood up and lifting my scarf to hide my, markings. I slip into a side alley and mingle with a few of the homeless I wind up passing. Getting lost in the throng of nobodies. Becoming one of them once again.
"Oh, sorry about that ma'am." I say as I catch a lady I bumped into.
"O-oh, thank you sir." She says as she rights herself up and expresses her gratitude.
Always be nice to people, even if you don't mean it. 'Cause if you don't.
You never know when it might come back to bite you.
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Kitsu POV
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Well that was easy.
Was kinda hoping that'd take more time. Ya know? Like, I could work off some steam and think some things through.
Instead I get blue balled at the first hit.
Looking around the burned street as the fires slowly simmer out. Lungs control over fire dimming them down as he returns to normal. A random goon running up with a folded pair of pants in his hands as he gets to his knees and presents it to the now naked man.
'Oh that's awesome!' I think to myself. 'I want a pants butler!'
"So, we done here?" I ask out loud, earning Ginobog and Lung's attention.
Lung looks to me with his usual frown as he buckles his belt. Before finishing and making his way over. The large man making it to me as he crosses his arms and stares me down.
"S'up." I wave to the large man. "How's the weather up there?"
"Kitsu." He says in a measured tone. "You've not been seen in some while. Many thought you gone."
"I assure you, reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated." I smile.
"Hmm." He grumbles. "None thought you dead. Merely missing."
I am, severely disappointed that he does not get the reference.
"I've been back for, a few weeks now actually." I say as I tap my chin in thought. "But anyway, how've you been? Any progress on the Chinatown?"
He, does not appreciate my tone. Or my word choice, or whatever. He doesn't like it.
"I've been busy dealing with the Merchants, their new task force, The Teeth, and what's left of The Empire." He growls out, his slanted eyes glaring at me.
"The Empire is still kicking?" I ask curiously.
"Just Purity's faction." He says.
Hmm. Now I'm no perfectionist but. It looks like it's time to finish what I started.
"Huh, well in that case-" I stop as I hear the whistling of wind growing closer. "What's that?"
"What is what?" He asks, before I'm suddenly not looking at him anymore.
"Aaaaaahhh!" I scream in shock as I'm lifted away and whisked into the air.
"Be quiet!" Vicky says as she carries me by my armpits.
"Oh, hey Vicky." I say as I look up at her. "What'd do?"
"You, you annoying little shit!" She cusses me out.
"Hey! Language!" I chastise her.
"I will drop you." She threatens as we turn towards the Rig.
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Is it bad that I'd be okay with that?
"Someone's upset." I prod.
"Yeah, cuz it turns out the girl living in my house with my family is my fucking cousin." Vicky says irritably. "And, and not only that, she's the only reason my uncle is coming back! And the reason Amy is taking less hours, and the, the, I'm stressed okay! I have a lot to think about, and I don't like it!"
'I suppose that's fair.' I think to myself as I let myself be carried over the city.
Though, I've never been one who was good at controlling my impulses. And, I don't wanna think either. Soo, a bit of controlled chaos is in order.
"Guess this makes what I did during my heat a bit more awkward, huh?" I chuckle out awkwardly.
"Hmm." Vicky says before letting go of me.
"WEEEEEEEEEE!"
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-The Rig, 5pm-
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"Okay you can set me-ah!" I exclaim as Vicky drops me onto the roof of the Rig.
"Go inside, talk to mom, talk to Missy, deal with your shit." Vicky says as she lands and walks past me. Hands running through her hair out of stress. "Sick of this shit! Need my own room and house back!"
She walks up to the roof access and taps a few buttons on the keypad. I walk up to her as she waits. Arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.
"So uh, guess we know why the same makeup works for both of us." I say awkwardly.
She doesn't say anything.
"You know, when you have that RBF going on, you look exactly like Mom." I tell her.
"Not now."
The buzzer on the door sounds, causing me to flinch as I still have my hearing aides turned off.
"Glory Girl, what are-"
"I got the midget." She says as she grabs the back of my hoodie and holds me up.
"Agh! My neck!" I gargle out. "Abuse!"
She then drops me as the doors open and heads inside. With me hesitantly following after her.
"So, scale of one to ten how much-" I start to ask.
"Eight." Vicky says automatically.
"Um, so, is there a reason you're so mad at me specifically or?" I try.
"Kitsu, stop." Vicky says.
The rest of the walk is done, pretty much in silence. The only sounds present being the random conversations around the Rig and the sound of our feet hitting the tiles.
My heart thuds harder and harder as we walk through the building. Heading closer and closer to our rooms.
"Hey, maybe we should let them cool off and-"
"Kitsu if you run off again I'll tell Missy about everything you did during your heat." Vicky threatens.
"That's crossing a line!" I shout.
"Don't care."
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Stepping into Mom and Dad's room. I get immediately assaulted by Mom, who gets down on her knees and hugs me. Almost painfully tight.
"Oh, oh you are so grounded." She laughs as she hugs me.
"Yeah I figured." I sigh as I notice Dad and Mike also in the room, still glaring at each other.
Seems they still haven't gotten over their issues with each other.
Though Mike looks away from Dad and to me. His gaze softening from a glare to something approaching sympathy or hopefulness.
"Carol, we had a deal." He says softly.
'That's not flying red flags at all!' I think sarcastically.
"I love you." Mom whispers before letting go of me and stepping back. Giving Mike a glare as she walks back.
I, don't think she's ever said that. I, genuinely don't recall her telling me those words, in that order in that tone.
Mike walks up to me and gets down on one knee. Smiling at me softly as he takes out his wallet, and holds out a photo of him holding two babies.
"These are your little brother and sister." He says. "You're a big sister, did you know that."
I don't care.
"I know, this may not be, the best first impression." He says awkwardly.
It's not.
"But, I think if you just, give me a chance." He says. "I can be the father you need, give you the family you deserve and-"
Wrong words.
He doesn't get any further as I smack him. Not enhanced, but it caught everyone off guard. His head going to the side, eyes wide in shock.
"Kitsu!" Vicky and Mom shout while Dad does a fist pump.
"I already have a father, one who loves me, for me." I glare at him. "I already have a family, one that's mine. They don't need me to be related to them, for them to love me. Their love, isn't conditional like yours seems to be."
"That's not-"
"I'm not your daughter." I say. "And I get, that me existing and being here is bringing up a lot of confusing emotions for you. But you do not get to claim fatherhood over me, when you've done literally nothing, but exist as an alternate universe counter part to the man who spawned me."
Mike is silent, as he looks to me. And, I think I see a few tears welling up before he stands up.
"I, see I'm, not welcome here then." He says as I hear his heart race faster and faster.
"Shit. You didn't have to be that savage." Vicky says behind me.
"If you want to have a relationship with me, that's fine." I say, ignoring Vicky. "You can visit, but I'm not leaving with you. I'm not uprooting, and you're not going to make me. If you want me to, I can be a big sister figure to your kids. But I am not leaving my family, for yours."
The Dallons took me in. With almost no strings baring that I behave. And I've no doubt that if I wasn't genetically this man's daughter, he wouldn't even give me the time of day.
I'm not trading them, for him.
He stands stock still as he gets his heart and breathing under control.
"Is there, nothing else?" He asks curtly.
"No." I say.
"I, I see then." He says as he walks around me, stopping at Vicky. "Hey Sunshine, it was, it was nice seeing you. But, I gotta go."
"Uncle Michael, you-"
"It's Mike." He cuts her off softly. "And, I have places I need to be."
Vicky goes to say something more, but fails to find the words. Stepping aside after a final please from Mike. Who then leaves the room without so much as a glance back.
"I'm sorry you had to have all this happen kiddo." Dad says as he walks up behind me and picks me up. Holding me on his hip as I hug him back.
"Can I stop being mature now?" I whine as I rest my head against his shoulder. "That took a lot out of me. And I don't have much more left in me."
"You still got Missy to talk to." Vicky pipes up before leaving.
"Aaaah!" I whine.
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-Kitsu's room-
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Missy walks in with Dean behind her. Dressed in her Vista uniform, she takes her visor off and sets it on the dresser as the door closes behind her. Before turning to me and crossing her arms. Looking as uncomfortable as I probably do.
"What's Dean doing here?" I ask.
"He's here to make sure this doesn't dissolve." Vicky says.
"Isn't that what you're here for?" I ask. "I'm not sure how I feel about my love life gaining an audience."
"We're just here in case it gets out of hand." Dean says. "Ignore us."
Not that easy dude.
"Okay, um, so." I try to start awkwardly.
"Kitsu." Missy starts instead. "I, feel I've been making several concessions in this relationship. And I feel it has gone unappreciated."
I stay silent as I listen to her. Waiting for her to continue.
"I feel that, for as much as I love you, I keep giving and giving while you just, don't." Missy continues. "And, I feel like I need some assurance that you'll start putting more effort into this, or it's not going to work."
Dean nods as he looks from her, to me. And motions to me.
"Um, okay." I say.
"Okay?" Missy repeats incredulously.
Ooh, um. Quick brain! Think!
"Missy I have no clue what I'm doing and I have even less of an idea of what I'm supposed to be doing." I admit. "If you say I'm messing up, then I believe you."
"That's not okay." Missy says with a desperate look. "What we have, what I want us to have, it should be something special. And lately it feels like it's just me letting things go because I don't want to lose you."
"Well, you won't." I answer her back. "Missy, I do love you. If I didn't, I wouldn't keep dating you. I'm, sorry I haven't expressed that better, or paid more attention to how you feel. But, this is as new to me, as it is to you. I want us to work, so like I said, if I'm doing something wrong, I want you to tell me. And not bottle it up."
Missy stares at me for a bit with an unreadable expression. Before walking out of the room. And screaming loud enough the Dean and Vicky flinch. Before walking back in, and turning back to me.
"It, was that easy?" She asks in disbelief. "I just needed to speak up sooner?"
I mean, I don't really think so. This was awkward as all hell and I'd rather never do it again. But, I guess that's it?
"Sometimes it is." Dean says calmly. "Sometimes we just get so caught up in the moment, that we make mountains out of molehills. And it takes us stepping away to realize it."
"This is stupid." Missy laughs before turning to me. "I, I want to slap you, and kiss you right now because it's so stupid. Is that bad."
'Is it bad that I find that hot?' I think to myself. 'Am I like, genuinely a masochist or something?'
Shelving that for, never hopefully. I have more than enough on my plate without thinking about my possible future sexual habits.
"No that sounds about right." Vicky says with a nod. "Personally I can relate to the slapping bit."
"Hey!" I say, turning to face my, cousin? Sister? Sister cousin- no that's too redneck.
I'll just stick to tolerated nuisance for now.
"I mean I wasn't talking about you specifically." Vicky says she says with a so-so gesture. "But if the shoe fits."
Today, just needs to be over already. I, really can't keep doing this. And I still have one more big talk I need to get through today.
Why is all this going down now?
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-7pm-
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"Alright sweetheart, what'd you want to talk about?" Mom asks as she sits down next to me on my bed. "Is it about Mike?"
"No, not really." I mutter, still not sure how I should phrase this.
"Well then, what is it?" She asks as she brings a hand to my head and starts running it through my hair. "Cause if it's about getting ungrounded, that's not happening."
"No I figured I'd get Dad to get you to unground me." I say honestly, earning a flat look that tells me I should not have said that out loud. "Hypothetically! Of course." I try and salvage.
"Uh huh." She says, not believing me. "Any how, what's this about?"
'Okay, now or never.' I think to myself. 'No telling how she'll react till you say something.'
"I, don't want to be a hero anymore." I finally say.
There's a brief pause as I wait for her to say, something. Anything really. But, she never says anything.
Looking up, I just see her giving me a sad, almost pitying "look.
"Why?" She finally asks me.
"I, just don't like it." I admit. "I, only really did the hero thing because, well, it just seemed like what I was supposed to do. I, have powers, I'm in a family of superheroes. But I, I don't enjoy it."
"I thought you loved being a hero." Mom says.
"I love the attention." I admit to her.
"Don't you enjoy using your powers? And saving people and, making a difference?" She tries, clearly not understanding my reasoning or view.
"I do enjoy using my powers." I admit as I relax in her arms. "The running, jumping and parkour are awesome! Easily my favorite thing ever! And the plants are cool, I guess. But, I like, I like entertaining others I guess. I like getting reactions and having their attention on me. I like to sing and dance and make jokes. I, don't really care about saving people, the law means little to me and the individual could mean less to me. I know that sounds callous, but it's how I feel."
Mom is once again silent as she holds me. Running her fingers through my hair.
"I'm sorry." I say after some time.
"It's fine." She says. "I don't like it, but. It's clear you've thought on this a lot. And, you've been through a lot. You, if you really want to stop being a hero, I won't try to stop you."
"Thank you." I say softly.
Three down, one to go.
Though this next one is going to be, rather cathartic. Need to get a hold of Wade first though.
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-Wednesday, August 20th, 2am, Brockton Central Airlines-
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Rebecca "Alexandria" Costa-Brown POV
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I hate the airlines. But, I need to keep up appearances. And unfortunately, Chief Director Costa-Brown, can't fly on her own.
" Flight eighteen!" The overhead speakers call out.
No, this is wrong! Thirty six of the floor tiles are out of place, that man's nose changed twice in the last minute. The dog's eyes just changed shape.
I'm in an illusion. Or some other shaker effect.
"Should've known this wouldn't work for long." The over head announcement calls. "Still, it worked long enough."
The illusion fades to reveal an alleyway, one I recognize as being near the airport.
And Kitsu is in front of me. Her eyes sharp and glowing menacingly in the dim light of dawn.
"Kitsu, what is the meaning of-"
"Cut the shit Lexi, I'm done playing your games." Kitsu says, uncharacteristically cursing. "I, have a good thing here. And you come along and try to ruin it."
Her breathing is heavy, her ears perked and her eyelids are straining to a near glare.
She's mad.
"Kitsu, I don't know what you me-ack!" I'm cut off by her rushing forward and grabbing my throat, and forcing me down to my knees with more than enough force to kill a normal person.
"Shut the fuck up and listen." She says before slamming my head into the concrete. And lifting me back up, turning me around and pointing at a security camera.
She, she just exposed me. Years, years! Years of careful dedication, gone.
No, I can still salvage this! This is still manageable. I have roughly thirty six hours to delete the recording and silence any guards who were witness. I just-
"That camera, is currently hacked and being routed to a separate server." Kitsu says, causing my heart to drop.
"Wh-why?" I manage to choke out.
"Because." She says before grabbing my glass eye, ripping it out and crushing it. "You tried to ruin my life, now I ruin yours. Only difference is, I'm better than you."
Revenge? My life and plans are about to be lost, to the petty revenge of a thirteen year old girl?!
"You have, one chance." Kitsu whispers. "Leave my home, and never return. If I so much as see a photo shopped image of you buying ice cream in this city, your secret is out. Do you understand?"
"You don't-"
I don't get any further as she puts my face in the wall. Twice.
"Okay, let's try this." She says as she takes my face back out. "You can go braindead."
How does she know that!?
"I can't." She says. "Wanna take a trip to the bay?"
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Bonus
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Carol Dallon POV
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"What'd you talk about?" Mark asks as he lays back on the bed. Hands behind his head, leg crossed over his knee as he shakes his foot to an invisible tune.
He's been over the moon since Kitsu told Mike off earlier. And, I honestly can't blame him. Though I wish it'd ended better. Mike may be a narcissistic control freak of an ass. But he's still family, and I still love him.
"Kitsu, wants to retire her cape." I say.
"Really?" Mark asks as I lay down next to him.
"Yep." I say as I stare at the ceiling, still processing.
"Huh, was wondering when she'd say something." Mark says.
"You did not know she wanted to quit." I call his bullshit.
"I've known since we grounded Vicky." He says with a shrug.
"How!?" I demand to know as I sit up.
"Honey." Mark starts as he looks me in the eye. "Kitsu only ever went on patrol when A, one of us went with her, B, she was with Missy, or C, she was tracking down someone specific to prove a point. Other than that, she stayed home and just, did whatever. She never really sought to go out on patrol unless we went with her."
Thinking back on it, I realize he's right. Every time Kitsu patrolled, it was with us. Despite her easily being far more powerful than all of us combined. The amount of times she patrolled on her own, can be counted on one hand.
And, thinking more on it. Most of those were when she first started living with us. The longer she stayed with us, the more she stayed home unless one of us were on patrol or Missy was on patrol.
"She only went on patrol, to spend time with us." I realize.
"Exactly." Mark says solemnly. "She wants to be a singer or actor of some kind. Not a hero."
I already knew that. With how she always took her singing lessons so seriously. But, I always thought it was just a fun hobby for her. Not, her main thing.
"Hmm." I sigh as I lay back down. "Am I really that oblivious? Next your going to say Amy hates the hospital."
"She does." Mark says seriously.
"What the fuck?!" I shoot back up.
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A/N
Cauldron really fucked up.
Kitsu is done fucking around. She's done being fucked with. She's done being reactive.
This is the start of Kitsu's clean up arc. She's done playing games.
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