Tskuachi was at the ends of the rope here, and he couldn't help but want to toss his notebook into the trash with how weird this case kept getting. Spinning around in his office chair and fidgeting around with it wasn't helping at all.

Sansa and the others rounded up a few people who could speak with animals, though most of them said that they couldn't talk to the animals, only listen to them. So all he got were chirps of migrating to a warmer place, or how hungry they were during that day from a dog, a couple of birds, and a cat.

It was only when the police brought up a young boy with a square jaw and an unevenly shaped rock-like head did progress begin to change. He was timid-incarnate with how shy he was talking to Tsukauchi about his experience with animals. It took a while to break the surface and ask him if he could effectively talk to animals about what they saw in this case.

The boy nervously said yes and his mother asked if they could remain anonymous if this somehow solved the case in some way. Tsukauchi understood the fear of being the target of this villain, he very much doubted that they were a forgiving sort.

What really made this boy, Koda was his name, special was his quirk. He could not only talk to the animals but also ask for their assistance by calling out to them.

He asked if Koda could come with him to the scene and assured the boy and his mother that no harm would come to him. The area was locked down tight with police officers and the pro hero Kamui Woods. If the criminal ever decided to come back, they'd be in for a world of pain.

The boy reluctantly agreed.

When he was asked by Detective Tsukauchi, Koda's spirits swam in great admiration. The man himself was a well-known officer of the law, but also considered one of the best in Japan. So when he got word that Tsukauchi himself wanted his help, Koda wanted to say yes! Even if he was super nervous to say that outright, it was still an honor to help him on a case.

Though his mother wished it wasn't a murder case… That made him feel woozy at the thought of it. He wouldn't get assassinated or something, would he? The police car he and Tsukauchi were in came to a stop, and already he had several insects telling him to go no further. He assured the little beetles that the heroes were here, but those beetles and others kept saying to stay away.

"Something the matter?" Tsukauchi said, "You're looking a little skittish there, Koda."

"It's nothing! Just a little scared…"

"There's nothing to worry about. We will protect you, no matter what, Koda." He gave him a reassuring smile and led him to the scene of the crime. A dark alleyway where two men ruthlessly killed themselves by some sort of quirk. Tsukauchi nodded to the boy and asked if he could use his quirk.

Koda looked around and spoke in a quiet whisper and several dozens of birds, dogs, and even swarms of insects came out of nowhere. It looked a little creepy with how they all lined up in united formation and waited to hear what Koda had to say. The detective had asked them all to come a bit closer so he could show them something and they all did so.

Tsukuachi lifted up a tiny bag of that hair and immediately they all started crying out or running away; it was thanks to Koda that he managed to sway some of them to stay.

"EEEEEKKK!"

"MONSTER! MONSTER WOOF!"

"STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY! BAD, BAD!"

"RUN, HUMAN, RUN!"

"DON'T SHOW US!"

"THROW IT AWAY! THROW MONSTER'S HAIR IN HOT FIRE!"

"What's wrong with them?" He asked, looking at the dogs with tails behind their legs, cats scrambling to find a place to hide, and the bugs themselves trying to not want to burrow underground.

"They say…. They said to not show them that again. It terrifies them." Even Koda looked a little frightened, "They say to get rid of it. It's bad to keep on your person." Tsukauchi handed Sansa the bag and soon the animals started to settle down. "Ask them what they saw here."

Again the animals went into a frenzy, each of them screeching, barking, or hissing as if to warn them. Koda winced and relayed it back to him.

"She-devil! It wears skin like him," The dog pointed with its paw at Tsukauchi, "but talks like human!" Koda acted as a translator to Tsukauchi as he each asked them important questions.

"Can you give me a better description? What did she look like?"

"Beautiful, but looks lie! A monster in that body." A wary calico cat said, "Hair like blood and smells like blood. Eyes…" It hissed, "Like a monster. Not human. Never human."

A mangy mutt waddled onto the scene, "Looks like you, woof. Like good-dressed human, woof. Smells like the dead but hides it with the smell of flowers! Sweet and fruity! Like white flower, woof!"

Was it white jasmine? Tsukauchi made sure to put that on his notepad, same as with the description of a business attire.

"Do you mean like a cop? Like what I'm wearing?" He motioned to his white dress shirt and business pants. Koda nodded for the animals.

"What did she make these men do?" He pointed at the chalk outlines of the poor homeless men who died.

Again, the animals seemed too scared to answer.

It wasn't until a brave cockroach scurried up to Koda's hand and made to answer.

"Monster lady told them! Told them, she did! Told man to eat his fingers!" It jerked its tiny body to face the other man's chalk outline, the one who ran out of the alleyway.

"Before she leave, she told him to eat glass like candy! Pain wake him up! Made him himself again!"

Did pain remove the quirk's ability? Was that the extent of its power?

"And do you know where she came from, this monster lady?" Tsukauchi leaned closer to a cockroach, of all things, as if it were an important witness.

The brave little pest squirmed as if it remembered it yesterday, "She came from hole. From flesh hole! From other place!"

"Flesh…hole?" Several other police officers did a double take at that, and even Kamui Woods scrunched his face up underneath his mask. "You mean she teleported?"

"Move from one place to another, yes! Dropped her here and men bother her sleep! Bothered her too much! Made monster lady angry! Me lucky to not be next!"

"And do you or anyone else here know where she went? Can you bring us to her?"

"No! No! No! Humans not listen! Humans must stay away from monster! Monster make you eat glass again! Make you dig out eyes next!"

Every single animal there made to run, fly, or burrow underground at the simple thought of seeing this monster lady again. Even the brave little cockroach scurried away, leaving Koda and the police officers alone at the scene. At least Tsukuachi got a bit more out of this. His suspect was a woman with red hair, and business attire, and looked really pretty. That totally lowered his amount of suspects, surely. He'd have to ring up some more contacts to see if anyone fits the bill.

"Thank you, Koda. You really did amazing work there, we at the police station are deeply indebted to you." The look of happiness and relief on the young boy's face made him laugh a little. "I suppose we should get you back to your family now, don't we?"

The clinking of glasses and the stench of cigarette smoke permeated throughout the bar. A distant sports game could be heard on a television above the long bar counter.

Several people were sat upon the ruffed-up leather seats and in four of the booths, each of them with a giant mug of draft beer or a mixed cocktail. All of them talking animatedly about their lives or current events. Further inside the bar, a karaoke bar was to be seen blaring loud obscene music with a couple horribly trying to match the lyrics as best as they could.

A pool table was just behind the couple and right in the center of the whole lounge, two large men grinning as if they'd beaten one another with their own stratagems.

It was a typical lounge bar, no different than any other.

The bartender smiled happily at more incoming customers as they each took more seats and a gander at the menu. Though, one of them stood out from the rest; they looked as though they were here for something else.

He eyed this one carefully, briefly catching glimpses without staring too much. Light red hair in a loose braid with some bangs. Her eyes, he noted, were odd. Were they contacts? Maybe her quirk? It didn't help that her outfit reminded him of a detective or a secret agent.

"Oi, Subaru! Are ya listening? I said I'd like a whiskey sour! And get my girl 'ere a tequila sunrise while you're at it." A patron shook the now-named Subaru's attention.

"My apologies, I'll be right on it." He glanced and saw her talking to nearby customers.

Hinata thought that she'd met the most kindest and gorgeous woman ever in her life, and to think it was at her regular hanging spot too! She insisted on buying this beauty as many drinks as she needed because if it kept her sitting next to her, then who cares if her bank account will take a couple of hits!

"So… What brings you out here, miss?" The girl drawled out.

"It's Makima, a pleasure to meet you, Hinata. Though, you didn't have to buy me another round."

"No, no. I really don't mind! Anything for a newcomer to the Capitol!" She laughed heartily as she took another swig at her own draft beer. "But what brings you here? I've never seen you at all before." She scootched her chair closer to better hear her soothing voice and to try and close out the loud raucous laughter coming from the bartender's area.

Ah, she's smiling at me again! I could get lost in those eyes.

"I'm looking for someone," Makima said, "I was hoping I'd find him here."

Eh? Him? No, no, no. It isn't a lover, is it?!

"What?!" Hinata didn't realize she said that with a bit more volume than she should've and her face burned with embarrassment at the thought of everyone looking over to see Makima. It irritated her that now several guys were staring in their direction, each of them pointing their fingers at their table. Hinata clenched her fists in annoyance, "Sorry. I'm just… I didn't realize you were..."

Makima let out a cute laugh, "No, it isn't like that, I'm afraid. It's purely business."

Yip, yip, hooray for me!

"Oh, sorry for the misunderstanding! It's just you're really new here and I don't see new faces anymore."

Makima rested one hand on her cheek and gazed directly at Hinata with those alluring eyes again. "Hm, is that so? Well, maybe you could help me find this person that I'm looking for?"

Hinata jumped at the chance to help, hell, she'd go through hoops if it meant earning more of those smiles and a 'thank you, Hinata,' from Makima.

"Y-yes. I can do that. Can you describe him to me? I've been here for almost three years now, so I kinda remember a lot of the faces here."

Makima clapped her hands and showed her another heart-melting smile, "Wonderful!" She actually pulled out an old-fashioned polaroid of a man with glasses. Hinata's eyes widened and she quickly made Makima hide it from view. She let out a quiet whisper and pulled Makima closer, "That isn't the guy, right?! That's Giran! He's bad news."

Makima frowned a little and that made Hinata's heart ache. "It's just that he's not the kind of guy someone like you should be meeting, like at all."

"And why is that? I've been told he's a kind gentleman who knows a lot of things."

"It's just… he knows a lot of things because of his bad connections. We really shouldn't be saying his name around here." Hinata looked nervously around, checking to see if someone was listening in on their conversation, and sure enough, those same guys who were looking earlier were still staring, especially at Makima.

What do I tell her? Oh crap, oh gods, oh jeez.

Hinata was stuck at an impasse in her brain. Did she follow common sense and tell Makima that she honestly doesn't know anything other than the fact that Giran is a bad dude? Or follow her raging hormones and earn Makima's praise?

Hinata didn't notice that Makima's hands were touching her own and the last thing she remembered was Makima ordering her to do something.

Her words were fuzzy, but it certainly sounded like, "I order you to tell me more about Giran."

No, Makima wouldn't order her around. She was nice, kind, beautiful. Hinata was… What was she doing again? Oh, right. She was talking to Makima… Where did she go?

Makima didn't want to beat around the bush any further. It irked her that this girl brought unneeded attention to herself with that loud screech.

If she had to use her power to force the knowledge of out this hormonal girl, then so be it. She ordered Hinata to tell her everything she knew about Giran. But it was all for naught, it seemed. All she had in her brain was that he was an information broker that could only be found by his own buddies.

Makima scratched another bar off her list, this had to be the fifth one by now. She took one more look at the Polaroid she forced some guy to print off his chest from an earlier bar and placed it in her back pocket.

I was hoping this was going to be the one. Maybe I should try those guys over there before I leave. Makima's eyes shifted over to the leering guys with tattoos on their faces and hands.

They've been there for a while and perhaps even idiots like them could know something.

Makima wore her kindest smile and sauntered over to the pool tables.

They didn't know anything. It was more of the same except with lewd remarks about her ass. Makima sighed disappointedly for the umpteenth time.

She should've just left off with that Hinata girl and chosen another bar. Makima paid her tab with Hinata's money and made sure to keepa note to not use her power as much in future visits to other bars. It would have been a problem if the police were to trace it back somehow.

Makima left the bar, the smell of fresh air free from the smell of second-hand smoke and beer was relished. She walked for fifteen minutes, that was all it took for five men to be following her down a lonely street. There were only two street lamps illuminating the area and it was considerably dark. No cars neaby or fellow civilians to scream for help. This was obviously a shakedown or an imminent assault.

She stopped and turned around, "Can I help you?"

"Ya sure can, toots. Ya can start by coming over here so we can tell you something." A man with a buzz cut and a scar down his left cheek said, "C'mon, we don't bite."

He was holding tiny switchblades in each hand, eager to probably scare her with them.

"Gonna have to listen to us a bit more, babe. You didn't get the memo, but we ain't done with you yet." A giant man with a stone face said. "We don't know what you did, but you sure as hell used something to make us space out there for a second."

"Fuck yeah, I ain't having some bitch use their quirk to fuck with my mind! I'm supposed to fuck yours!" A spindly man with horrible acne spat out, "You're either coming with us the easy way," He pulled out a gun, "Or the hard way. The choice is yours, you piece of good ass."

Makima rested one hand on her elbow and another on her face, "Say, do you lot know a place where I can find villains? Perhaps I've been asking around for the wrong person."

The stone-faced man sneered, "Course we do! Only we'll tell you if you come with us."

"Hmm, and you're not lying, are you? I'd hate to have the same outcome when you didn't tell me anything meaningful about Giran." She raised a single finger at the spindly man, "And I don't like it when you're not actively listening to me." Her smile was gone, the beautiful angel they'd hoped to snag was replaced with a cold glare.

"I want you to-" A gunshot rang out and that was all it took to put the woman down. It was anticlimactic to the guys as they suddenly realized what they'd done. She slowly slumped forward, stumbling a little before sliding against a streetlamp, blood pooling around her dead body.

"Oh fuck, oh shit. What the fuck were you thinking, Johnny?!" Stone face looked like he'd wanted to rip the shooter's head off. "You just murdered the bitch! We're supposed to scare her, not kill her! What the fuck!?"

Johnny was hyperventilating, "I… didn't know! I didn't like the way she was looking at us, Gyu! Fuck, we gotta bail! We have to!"

They didn't realize that she was slowly getting back up as they argued until Fushi, the one with switchblades pointed it out. "What the hell…." Fushi dropped his weapons as he saw the strange woman get up from a bloody headshot in her eye socket. However, she wasn't missing an eye anymore. The fatal wound was completely gone. Like it never existed in the first place.

Right next to them, one of their friends dropped dead with the same fatal bullet hole in his eye.

"I really don't appreciate people who interrupt me. I would've spared you if you'd just let me go or told me about these villains. I suppose mutts like you don't ever listen." She raised her left hand and did a finger-gun gesture towards Fushi.

"Bang!" She said and with the force of a railgun, Fushi's upper midriff suddenly exploded. He clutched it in great pain and almost let a scream, "Bang!" Again, she hit Fushi in the leg, "Bang!" Once more into the face, leaving only a hole in his head. His brain scattered across the pavement.

She aimed it at the rest and they all surrendered, dropping their weapons and standing ramrod straight as an arrow. "We're sorry! Don't kill us! We were just being-"

"Bang!" She shot Johnny in the stomach, "Please be quiet. I'm done hearing you talk." No longer did this woman speak in a lovely tone. It was replaced with a nonchalant and bored voice.

And just like that, Johnny shut up immediately. He struggled to try and speak, but it looked as though he couldn't open his mouth. She shot him in a place where he'd suffer the most without being able to scream.

"Can the rest of you quiet down?" Their whimpers were muted like a button on a remote. Whatever quirk she had, it was too powerful. An invisible gun was too cheap! It didn't help that they couldn't speak at all to her. Were their own bodies too scared to refuse her commands?

"And you two," She pointed towards the last two remaining of their still-alive friends. "Carry those bodies to that alleyway and smear their blood on your hands and face with his gun." She kicked Johhny's pistol to them, "Be sure to stay there, too. I want the police to find you. You're going to tell them that you're the killers and that things got out of hand. You will never remember my face or what you did here other than the fact that you killed those two, am I understood?"

They nodded in fast succession and went to take care of them, especially Johnny as he tried to scream with the gaping hole in his stomach, but they didn't care. They wanted to live. To hell with Johnny.

Makima knelt in front of the stone-faced man, "What's your name?"

"It's… Gyu. Please, we didn't mean any harm. We were just joking around; we had too many to drink! Just us being stupid, I swear!"

"I only asked for your name, Gyu. I didn't ask for your excuses." Her eyes bore directly into his skull, then onto his body, as if she were examining a prize horse. She squeezed his biceps and checked his hands, feeling the stone calluses. When compared to hers, it was like silk. They were incredibly soft.

"Hmm, what is your quirk? Can you tell me that or do I have to force that out of you?"

"It's hardening, ma'am! My skin is naturally hardened and I can amplify my punches with these stone hands. I'm impervious to most forces of trauma."

Her finger gun slowly came up to his forehead, "So, if I shoot you, will it bounce off? Can your 'hardening' deflect bullets or my power?"

"No!" He cried out, wincing as her weapon was directly on his head.

She frowned as if she'd found some defect with her prize horse and suddenly stood up, her finger gun at the ready, "Ban-"

"It deflects bullets! I just meant… your power. I don't believe my hardening ever stands a chance against yours, ma'am." Gyu raised his hands and was quivering. "I would never lie to you; it's the truth."

"That's better." Makima closed her hand, "You'll do nicely then. From now on, you're going to be my temporary mutt. Well, at least until I find myself a nice Pomeranian or a German Shepherd." Gyu had the feeling she didn't really mean actual dogs, but people.

"As my dog, the only words that will come out of your mouth when speaking to me is, 'woof', or 'Yes, Miss Makima.' Things like 'no,' don't come out of my dogs. Is that clear?"

"Of course-" The finger gun came out again, "Yes, Miss Makima." Was he saved? Did that mean he had to serve her? The first thing he'd do once she didn't notice was to get the hell out of here.

"Good. You will speak when spoken to, that will be the only time you'll not say the words I gave you, and to make sure you don't run away, I'm going to have to put a leash on you. It wouldn't be good at all if my new dog ran away, would it?" She placed a hand on his chest and something foreign squirmed its way into his body. It felt like a worm or a chain wrapping itself around his heart and ribcage, trying to settle in his body.

"Should you even think about running away, I can simply do this." She jerked her fist away as if it were a leash and as she did, the most horrible sensation erupted from his chest. Something was squeezing his heart and all his insides at once. "You should be thankful. I don't usually put leashes like this on my dogs. Then again, you could be considered my mutt."

She grabbed his stony chin and pulled it closer, "Now, you said you knew where some villains were. Show me."

Gyu's life would never be the same and he feared that he was only a means to an end. Why else would she call him a temporary mutt?

"A drunken fight went wrong in eastern Musutafu as reports find two men who brutally shot and killed two innocent bystanders who left the bar on Friday evening. Here's more from Yui Tanaka!" A breaking news story was being played in the background of an abandoned warehouse. It was night-time, no doubt midnight and the air was cold and humid as it was nearby the port.

The whole place was riddled with creepy crawlies like roaches and ants and much more. The two figures inside had to constantly slap or kill a bug or two that was trying to gain shelter inside the only furnished area. Though, they were being more persistent this time. It wasn't that cold outside.

"Those were Gyu's boys, weren't they?" A woman's voice asked as she turned up the volume on the newscast in the dimly lit warehouse and slapped away another beetle near the tv remote.

"Yep. Should've figured that messing around with people with his gang of idiots would flop one day. Guess this was it." An older voice said regretfully. "I've told him so many damn times. I gotta let Giran know that one of his bodyguards fucked up big time." An old man rested his legs atop a desk and reclined further back into a comfy office chair. "He ain't gone like this, though. It's bad enough that we had the fuzz knocking on every door about that suicide case a couple days ago."

The woman scoffed, "You and I both know that shit wasn't suicide, Caz. There's a fucked-up person running around with a control quirk."

"Oh? And where'd you hear this?"

"From one of Giran's moles. They say that they're looking for some broad with red hair."

"Shit, so they've already got a lead then? How much do you want to bet it's someone that Kurogiri guy wants? Can't imagine trying to-"

Glass shattered in an instant as a large-rock man busted through the windows and into their little abode.

"What in the name of-" A stone hand grasped Caz's face and lifted him up in the air. "Hmmmhmm!" The old man shook with as much strength as he could and his female companion unloaded seven rounds of .45 caliber bullets into the stone golem's back, but to no avail.

I'm really sorry, Mari and Caz! I really am! Gyu wanted to cry that out to them and instead, he hardened his eyes and made sure that little Mari would suffer without pain before she got here. He strode over in two steps and made to punch her head as fast as possible.

Mari closed her eyes, thinking this was the last thing she'd see.

"Leave them both alive, please. I want to make sure I get two nodes of information instead of one, Gyu." There was that accursed voice again - forcing its way into his mind and making his body move on its own.

"Yes, Miss Makima." Gyu lowered his fist and instead grabbed Mari with his vise grip. The two criminals that he'd known for a while were looking at him incredulously as if he'd betrayed them. Each of them probably spewing obscenities and curses as they tried to punch at his arms and hands. He was a seven-foot-tall giant and they could do nothing in his hands except squirm.

Help me get away from this woman! I don't want to do this either! He wanted to say, but his mouth refused to cooperate.

"I'm sorry for the sudden intrusion, but Gyu mentioned something about cameras, so I figured it'd be better if we just forced our way in. I'm sure you have insurance to cover the damages." This woman that Gyu was with just casually sat down in Caz's favorite chair, "Oh my. It's a little hot in here isn't it? Don't you keep windows open in here?" Makima pulled at her collar. It was obvious she was trying to be funny or something; all it did was piss Caz and Mari off even more.

"Can you take your hands off of their mouths for me? I need to hear what they're saying."

As soon as he did so, a wave of insults and death threats came out of their mouths.

"You fucking bitch! Do you know who you're talking to?!"

"Yeah! You better stop this shit immediately, Gyu or else you'll wish you were dead when we're done with you!"

Makima rolled over to Caz in his favorite office chair with a condescending smile, crossing one leg over the other. "I don't think threats are going to do you any good. You see, I'm in need of information, and I was told by Gyu here that you know where Giran might be."

"You must be fucking police or something, but we ain't giving you shit! Giran's one of us and we have a code of honor. We're not gonna be breaking it for some sleezy bitch like you." Mari said with a victorious grin. "We know how this interrogation shit works and we've played those tricks too."

Caz nodded furiously, "Damn right, Mari!" As long as they dragged this out, help would arrive. They installed those alarms for a reason. Good thing these idiots didn't think of that.

Gyu looked at them, shaking his head in warning as best as he could behind his blank stone face.

"I see. I don't like being forceful. I usually let my dogs do things like that. But you know something, and I want it. So," Makima moved over to Mari, "Oh dear," She accidentally crushed a large cockroach by rolling onto it with the office chair. "You have an infestation problem, that's never good."

Gyu didn't like how she stared at those bugs and then quickly glanced to Mari. "I suppose you were never going to do this the easy way, were you?" Makima said with feigned reluctance.

Mari laughed, "You should've thought this out more before doing something so retarded, you whore." Her laughter echoed throughout the empty building and it was stopped abruptly as she felt something going up her legs.

Realization dawned as she looked down and saw countless insects climbing up and into her pants. It didn't stop there, more came from above as they clambered onto her blouse and into her bushy hair; large ants, beetles, and moths were completely covering her clothes.

"Y-you think this is gonna scare me? I've been through worse, bitch." Mari said with a tad bit of fear. "Do your worst."

Makima simply smiled and sat taller, "I was hoping you wouldn't say that." And like a sudden click, all of those insects started climbing further - into her ears where they scratched and bit within; into her mouth where they descended down her throat and into her stomach; into her nose where she could feel them biting and clawing their way deeper; even into her lower parts.

Caz watched in horror as his long-time partner in crime was being drowned in insects. Mari shook and Gyu let her go as she fell into a pile of more bugs. He saw her shake and scream and tear out the invading creatures to no avail.

"I wanted to use her as an example. Now you see that I am serious about wanting to know where Giran is. If you don't answer my questions, then the same fate awaits you." Caz looked around him and he already saw more insects circling around him, ready to crawl into all of his orifces.

"Will you talk or am I already speaking to a corpse?"

Makima didn't like having to do things herself when it meant that it would implicate her in crimes. She usually had Power to do troublesome things like that. And she definitely knew that this expendable stone-man would be non-proficient in interrogation techniques.

The blue-haired old man known as Caz told her lots of things. Things like how Giran was meeting up with some powerful clients recently and that he was keeping some notes on a little girl that the Shie Hassaikai had been capturing over and over. This Giran was proving to be a very useful man from the sound of it. She couldn't wait to meet him and his friends in Western Musutafu.

What she didn't like was how Caz died of shock, or was it a heart attack? She presumed it was because she kept making him watch his lady-friend get devoured from the inside out as she asked him questions.

She told Gyu to leave the bodies. Their fellow criminal friends would arrive sooner than the police and clean the place up even faster.

"Come along, Gyu. I'll need your help convincing Giran to meet with me." The last thing that the dying Caz heard was the clicks from Makima's brown dress shoes as she walked away with Gyu. And what awaited him was a painful death when he saw all the insects erupting from Mari's husk of a corpse and crawling towards him.

He prayed that God or an angel would swoop down and save him from this woman's evil quirk. But none answered the call. All that answered for him were ravenous insects that were under the whims of the monster known as Makima.

"Chief Kenji, is it true that you're investigating a murder case in Musutafu!?" A reporter shoved a microphone directly into his snout. The Dalmatain gently pushed the woman away, "No comment."

"Over here, Detective! We heard that a murderer with a control quirk is somewhere in our city, how are you handling these?" Another man demanded with a tiny notepad and pencil in hand. "We have multiple sources that indicate that you've been having trouble finding this murderer. Is it true?"

He and the Chief of Police pushed past the crowds of reporters, trying to get into their squad car and drive off, but they didn't relent as they kept blocking the way. Who leaked the information? Why would someone want to get a scoop of some good news if it meant it'd cause panic? Didn't they know that the criminal would learn of their investigations?

Tsukauchi had a feeling that his mystery suspect would soon catch wind that they were onto her. Soon another microphone was shoved into his face, hoping to earn some sort of sentence, but he too didn't say anything.

Giran counted out the stacks of money he received from a protection ring he had out in Kamino, and boy was it a good haul. He chuckled a bit at the grateful note that came with the briefcase of a million yen. It was the little things that kept a man like him happy. Money made the world turn and it did turn his frowns upside down whenever a direct deposit hit or another mail order of thousands of yen threw themselves into his lap. Life was good.

A knock broke him out of his happy bubble and he narrowed his eyes, "Come in." He tossed the stacks of yen back into the briefcase and gestured for the man to come inside. "What is it? It better not be another complaint from Kurogiri's brat, I've told him that I'm working on getting him some playmates in advance."

The clean-shaven man answered with a bow, "I'm afraid that is not who wishes to see you, Giran. It's a young woman and one of yours, a young lad by the name of Gyu."

"Ah! Stone-face! I can never forget my stone shield! What does he want?"

"It's not him that wants to meet you, he's asking if you'd like to meet with a fine lady by the name of Makima. She seemed very eager to come meet you personally, sir."

A young lady wanting to see 'ole Giran? Maybe she heard how much riches he had and wanted to proffer herself up to him in hopes of becoming his sugar baby? Hah, like he'd need one. "Fine, fine. Send her in, I ain't got nothing better to do."

"Right away, sir." The butler left and returned with the most alluring woman he'd ever seen. The way she walked in was almost divine and yet also deadly. He shook himself out of his stupor. It takes a player to see what kind of woman this Makima was and all he saw as a predator. He knew her type. A manipulative son of a bitch hiding behind a mask of friendliness and using a dulcet tone to honey up her venomous words.

She stood in front of him and held her hand out, hoping to earn a handshake, but he didn't fall for that. He gestured for her to take a seat across from him. A safe distance that didn't let her touch him or breath on him. He nodded to his butler to get the rest of the guys. This woman seems off, like in an unhinged, torture you kind of way.

His leather chair made that annoying sound that sounded as if one flatulated, and luckily it lightened the mood a little as she smirked a little at its noise.

"It took a great deal of effort to find you, Mr. Giran, so I hope you can excuse my sudden arrival to your home." Her eyes never once left him. They didn't wander around like most others would. It was unnerving.

"Is that so? And what can I do for you, young lady? Surely this isn't just a social call."

"No, it isn't. I was told by a great deal of people about you, and I think you and I would get along most favorably."

The rest of Giran's goons showed up, silently as they could, handguns equipped with silencers hidden in their jackets.

"What makes you think that? It doesn't intimidate me that you somehow cowed my boy Stone Face over there so that ain't going to work out for you."

Makima laughed a little, "I know. Something like my new dog here wouldn't stand a chance against someone with connections like you. But, I think you would benefit most greatly from myself. You see, I have something that you don't."

"Oh?" Giran leaned closer, a smug smile on his face. "And what's that?"

Makima stood up in the most confident way possible and pointed a finger gun at her head. As she did, Giran heard struggling from all around him as his men were trying to lower their own guns away from their faces.

"Absolute control of the situation." She let her hand go and so did the dozen men surrounding the bar whose hands went limp. "I am a very valuable ally and I feel like you would not want to turn down the deal I have to offer you."

Giran smiled through it all, making sure to not show fear. To do so was to admit defeat.

"I need your help to forge me an ID and to find a job suitable to my demands. If you do that for me, I can offer you something in return. Quid Quo Pro. Hmm," She noticed his lack of understanding, "I suppose you don't know-"

"I know what it means. Shit, you're an odd one." Giran laughed harder than he should've and slapped his knee that for sure had gone wobbly. "I think you're the first one to come in here, scare the living shit out of me and my boys, and then simply ask for a forging job? Gods, woman, you could've started it off with that instead of the creepy ass scenario you just did. Fuck," Giran wiped away a bit of sweat from his head, "Just gimme a few days and I'll get that sorted out for you."

Makima sighed in relief, "I'm glad you could see reason. I apologize for making your men do such a scary thing. I just had to make sure my message was clear."

"You got it crystal fucking clear, miss. Just… don't do that again. You might actually kill us with a heart attack with that scary ass quirk of yours."

"And what do you desire in return? I can get money or," Giran held a hand up to stop Makima, the greasy cogs in his brain turning at the thought of her useful ability. "I'll think of something. I'm going to be a bit busy but your request will be at the top of my to-do- list."

He bid farewell to the scary broad who waved as gently as she could, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he made a deal with a devil. He was thankful that his intuition was still kicking in, otherwise a stupider man would've bit the dust earlier.

Giran brought out his cell phone which had an adorable bunny ear accessory on it and dialed Kurogiri's number. The phone rang for a solid thirty seconds before finally picking up.

"Kurogiri speaking."

"Hey, you said you're looking for some help with breaking into somewhere, right?"

"Yes, you said you'd gather up some men for me and my associates. Tell me you found someone that isn't just rubbish."

Giran could've won the goddamn lottery with this amount of excitement and dread he was feeling, "I just got visited by a rather interesting client. Someone that I think you'll love more than anything in this world."

Kurogiri rarely sounded intrigued, but it was at this moment Giran wish he could see the look on his face.

"Oh? You'll have to introduce me and my associate sometime."

"Hah, you'd better line up them stacks of yen because I'm asking for extra for this new contact of mine. She's something of a special case, I'd say she's probably going to go for a rate of a million yen."

"Is this a poor attempt at haggling, Giran? You know that my investor isn't made of money."

"And if I told you that my soon-to-be contact has the power to control people by simply being in a room with them, would you believe me then?" He heard Kurogiri choke on water or something as the phone dropped before being quickly picked back up. "If you don't believe me, I'll be sure to send my bar's footage to you. The goddamn broad almost killed all my guys when talking to me."

"Send it to me discreetly. If you're talking about the same person who is being investigated by the Musutafu Police Force, then I think you got yourself a deal. I'll wire the yen to you, same as usual."

Giran pumped his fist in the air and downed a shot of whiskey to celebrate a nice transaction. He'd make sure that this woman's ID was the cleanest thing to exist on this earth. Hell, he'd lick her boots and call her master himself if she could help him with a ton of other gigs.

Life was good.

AN: Makima continues to make small waves in the MHA world, and she is a force to be reckoned with! :D