"This is an order: Say that you'll give me all of you," Makima said to Aizawa as he lay there in her lap. "Do this and I will give you all of the power you need to aid your students."

She made sure to comfort him and say a sweet little enticing lie so that she'd appear like a consoling angel in his dreary vision if he could even see her at all. His eyes kept trying to keep themselves open as he looked up at her.

The injured Pro Hero looked like he was on the brink of death, and she wanted to take advantage of that. He seemed like the type who would do anything to protect his students. Even if it meant giving up his very being through a contract. Should he resist, there was no stopping Makima from simply just making him form a contract between himself and her. It was a win-win situation no matter what.

In her time as a high-ranking Public Safety Devil Hunter, she's seen countless amateur Devil Hunters and civilians alike get to that point – that near-death experience where they lose all hope. They'll cry; they'll mewl; they'll whine; they'll beg. It's adorable, really. But the best part is how fragile their willpower is when they're on the cusp of dying. It was so brittle to the point that they'd do anything to ensure it wasn't completely shattered.

The human mind becomes vulnerable as they experience a multitude of emotions. Like a malleable putty, she could mold it into almost anything she'd want.

Makima couldn't wait to change him into something preferable to her needs.

She was, however, a bit dismayed that there wasn't any semblance of a Devil in this world. If they did exist, she'd let them possess this man's weakened body. What a joy it'd be to have a Devil and a Quirk combined into one distinct hybrid to control at her whim. It would be instantly far better than Gyu or Koda as a useful guard dog.

She pulled herself out of her thoughts and looked down, expecting to see an obedient Aizawa. Only after she saw his obedience would she alter the contract to her liking.

Her ears picked up the slightest sounds from his raspy and weak voice.

"I…Give…All…Of…Me…" Aizawa's lips formed the words she needed.

Makima let a satisfied smile show itself on her lips. "Good boy." She placed an open palm onto his chest and let the contract complete itself. The ethereal feeling of his soul slowly binding to her was a welcoming sensation. "If only you had a Devil inside you; I could've healed your wounds." Makima let out a content sigh. "That's fine, though. I'll use your quirk for you when the time comes."

She tried to move him off her lap, but Aizawa's feeble and bloody hand latched onto her wrist as his irritated and bloodshot eye stared at her. "Please…. My students…. Help…." He whispered out.

A chain linked to his chest was attached to her waist like a dog leash. The same one was applied to Koda. Their eyes remained closed as they began to float in the air behind her.

Even if things didn't go her way, Makima felt this was more than an acceptable outcome. She got two new dogs at her disposal. She disregarded Aizawa's final plead as his words meant nothing. The contract was already written the moment he uttered the words Makima needed. With a few altercations onto the devilish pact courtesy of her powers, Makima ensured that everything of his entire being belonged to her. She owed him nothing.

The students on the floor remained still from her power. But she could feel the fear coming from them.

Ability activation: Anivoice. She said in her head as she clapped her hands together – utilizing Koda's quirk to the fullest to call for an abundance of birds to circle around the outside of USJ's rooftop.

Her eyes closed as she took control of their weak wills – borrowing their hearing as she sought to see if U.A.'s reinforcements were on their way.

The stampede of shoes, heels, and boots from afar could be heard on U.A.'s grounds and Makima frowned. It was too soon…. She'd hoped they'd been slower in their reaction time to the intrusion.

Everything that's been happening since she arrived at this place had changed her plans in a big way.

First, the attempted assassination by a Yakuza group. If it wasn't for their interference, she'd have swiftly dealt with the plan of subduing and taking control of a student here without anyone seeing. It really would've been perfect to have someone provoke Shinso to better sell the angle she was looking for in a scapegoat when the time came. She'd have to run the pin she had through the Police Force's database and find out what family or branch it belonged to.

Next, there was the Midoriya child. Not only could she not manipulate his memories, but he had a quirk that was something of an anomaly to her control. She'd already seen him as an inferior little puppy and yet…. He resisted because of something deep inside his very being. She'd have to investigate this boy and figure out why he's an exception.

There was also that ice-quirk child who briefly resisted her powers and almost let her go, but that resolve of his hardened, as if he had something to deal with. She didn't like the prospect of another human besides Tsukauchi being able to resist her so easily. The boy would be put at the top of her list to deal with in the future.

Time was not on her side anymore. The rest of those Pro Heroes will be here soon. There was no possible way of snatching up All-Might in her time limit.

And yet…. That was totally fine with her. She had something much more useful than unparalleled raw strength.

Her eyes cast their gaze over to look upon Aizawa. The idea of shutting down a person's abilities was priceless.

Ever since Makima had arrived in this city, she noticed that almost all quirk users depended on those abilities. Taking that away from a troublesome hero or villain would make things much easier for her.

Having been reminded of a prime catch, Makima began to make her way over to the Squall Zone once more with two new pups in her possession. The Nomu wasn't doing so great.

With Kurogiri down and captured by that loudmouth brat, Shigaraki had to wait until his trump card regenerated from the waist down. The event of it being cut in half by Kurogiri's portal certainly was a spectacle to the children, but it left him physically useless.

Speaking of useless…

"Where's that damn woman at?" He scratched his neck furiously. He last remembered seeing Makima slipping away when things weren't going their way. She was following that green kid with the 'smash' ability.

That enigmatic piece of trash does whatever she pleases, doesn't she?

Makima, to him, was basically a useless party member who contributed nothing to the team. He'd have to tell the Master about her and say that her quirk wasn't what it was cracked up to be. From what his other thugs had told him, she even committed some friendly fire too in one of the zones she went to. It made him so mad he scratched his neck with anger.

It didn't help that the kid she was following was coming out from the entrance where she was last seen. His eyes squinted at the brat upon seeing him look unscathed. Another kid was with him too.

The lady probably got bested. He let out a little snicker at that. He wished he could see her smug expression turn into the look of a beaten fool from being kicked around by a couple of idiotic kids.

Right now, he had a dying symbol to eradicate, and his forces were dwindling by the second.

Her shoes clicked against the concrete floor as she waltzed past the gawking stares of the villainous thugs. Their eyes never left the two floating bodies that hovered behind her. To them, the creepy idea of a Hero being subdued like that was a sight to behold. It showed visual proof that the Pro Heroes weren't unbeatable. They weren't invincible.

The remaining thugs rallied behind Makima as she made her way towards the battle between the Nomu and All-Might himself.

"Dude… She's beaten Eraser head! And she's got a student with her!" One of the thugs said in a whisper to his friend.

"H-hey…. Does that mean we got this in the bag? S-she's on our side, yeah…?"

"Probably! We can still win this!" The thugs roared and regained their second wind as they marched behind her. Makima tuned out the rising excitement of the expendable thugs and kept walking.

The mob began scratching their heads in unison as soon as they realized that she wasn't heading towards the battle between Shigaraki's monster and All-Might. They collectively stopped when they saw that she was heading towards the Squall Zone.

"U-uh…. M-miss….?" A cyclops girl asked in a meek tone. "The fight is over there…." She pointed over to the scene of the two giants duking it out and creating shockwaves with their punches.

The battle alone made the morale of the previously confident thugs falter as they began to back away. That wouldn't do. She needed manpower to get rid of the attention of all the students that are watching the fight as well so that she could make her escape.

It was a hopeless battle that Shigaraki or Kurogiri hadn't taken notice of yet. The heroes will be here in a minute or two soon…. Her attention gazed upwards to the walls and ceilings to see that the cameras up above were still tilted down and appeared jammed from the electric quirk user. That won't last for long. She had to leave.

While wanting to test her luck and swoop in to whisk away All-Might sounded nice, Makima had to turn the opportunity down. She'd get another chance now that she has something else that could tie up loose ends.

Makima turned to face the bewildered criminals who were following her with a smirk on her face. "This is an order: Throw your lives away and keep the students and anyone else occupied." Makima turned to face the nervous-looking thugs who all stood still and blankly accepted her orders.

She took note of the ice-quirk boy who seemed to have noticed her still walking around. He immediately raised his foot to try and stomp – most likely attempting to wipe out the expendable force in one giant iceberg.

Makima raised her hand and directed Aizawa's body forward – willing the man's quirk to stop the oncoming burst of ice coming their way.

Ability activation: Erasure. Makima said in her mind, forcing Aizawa to use his quirk to stop the ice from ever forming.

The iceberg stopped in its tracks – instantly falling apart as the young boy looked confused from the sudden loss of his quirk. Not a second sooner did the thugs all charge into the zone, ignoring the shockwaves of All-Might's punches and any of their lighter comrades who flew away because of said shockwaves. The remaining waves of thugs were beelining towards the students who only noticed it a minute too late as they were being swarmed.

Explosions and the sounds of fighting broke out from behind. Makima turned her back on the chaotic battle royale of thugs versus students and a wounded All-Might.

She proceeded until she found a nice little bench to place Aizawa and Koda on. She lightly patted the unconscious teacher's head like she would a dog. This is where she'd have to leave her newest pups to be groomed and taken care of for a while.

"I'll be back for you, Aizawa. We have a lot to talk about concerning your co-worker All-Might once I find you again."

Makima sighed as soon as she saw what she assumed was Shigaraki's Nomu being thrown into ceiling. There was no doubt that the thugs she sent off as a distraction were easily dispatched. The students and All-Might himself, were simply too much of a physical factor to overpower without the right instruments.

They would soon corner her and capture her alive, if possible, and then throw her into some sort of maximum-security prison called Tartarus.

Makima's eyes checked over Aizawa more importantly as she sees his wounds are fatal. With the right treatment and time, he'd survive. She had no use for a broken tool right now. He had to be fixed in a professional hospital environment. The only possible option was if he'd stay here to be tended to by Pro-Heroes who may have medical-related quirks.

There was no other choice. She'd have to abandon the two and let their wounds heal. She'll have all the time in the world to come back once they've licked their wounds and recuperated.

The squeaking and scuttling of rats swarmed her entire body as she took one last glance at the two whom she had captured. They were useful tools, even if for a short while, but she really wanted to test Aizawa's quirk as soon as possible. But she'd have to wait. Like she always does.

She closed her eyes and soon collapsed as the transportation via rats took Makima to safety.

The blaring sirens of cop cars and the muffled thrumming of helicopter blades were all that could be heard as Tsukauchi swerved and sped past vehicles on the road to U.A. Academy.

Right under our noses. What the hell….?

He firmly squeezed the driving wheel as he kept on going, awaiting the mess and headache that would most likely ensue if he didn't get there in time.

Getting an urgent call from their staff out of nowhere was not on his list at all today.

How could it have been possible that they broke in? That's one of the most secured buildings in all of Japan next to Tartarus….

When he had arrived at the USJ, it was chaos as there were countless reporters already outside once again, even after their little attempts earlier in the day. They were all clamoring for his attention to answer any questions.

"Detective Tsukauchi! Is it true that villains had managed to break into the illustrious U.A.?"

"Detective! Please tell the public if you're more concerned about U.A. than the rampaging Control Killer still on the loose!"

"No comment! Out of the way! You're interfering with Musutafu Police business!" He squeezed past the hungry journalists and reporters, shaking their heads, and turning down the mics pushed into his mouth.

Upon reaching the campus there were stretchers, teachers, and students still going back and forth between one of their larger facilities: the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. A ridiculously sized building that he likened to the shape of a Football Stadium.

His eyes looked further up to see a gaping hole in the building's glass-like dome. It's as if something or someone flew right out of it at a significant speed. Shards of glass were scattered about on the concrete grounds.

"Sir! There you are!" The familiar feline officer of the station – Sansa – jogged over to Tsukauchi, handing him a clipboard with paper on it as well as offering a salute.

"Tell me the details you and others know of so far." Tsukauchi looked over the clipboard and pulled out his own notebook to write down anything of interest. "Be quick; I need to interview the staff that aren't in critical condition."

Tsukauchi scratched his head and began brainstorming over the possibilities of what happened in this mess. He walked with Sansa as they tried to look over the evidence so far.

"What of the CCTV's or cameras that this school has? Anything on them that we can scrub through? Please give me something good, Sansa."

"Nothing sir…." Sansa's ears went low and stuck outwards. "From what I've heard, there was an EMP-like quirk deactivating all manner of communication going in and out of the USJ facility. The poor kids inside were trapped without being able to contact anybody."

"And sir…" Sansa continued with a grimace. "We have some disturbing news concerning one of U. A's students…. It's something that the staff themselves have asked to keep under wraps until they can think of a proper way of dealing with it…."

"We'll get to that later, Sansa. Just tell me something good. Please tell me we got something."

The feline's ears perked up, thankful for the change of topic of whatever he's heard about as he readily handed him another report. "The staff present at the scene, all of whom are in critical condition, will be fine as long as they're taken care of by a medical team. The same goes for most of the students who are somewhat unscathed scratch a few bruises here and there from an all-out brawl between them and a large group of criminals." Sansa pointed at the clipboard Tsukauchi was holding to which paper kept the report on injuries.

Tsukauchi walked beside Sansa, going over as they made their way to finally find Hayakawa on the scene taking notes down and talking with the principal of the school. He seemed amicable with just about anybody in how he spoke to them, and it didn't seem to have changed despite the situation. Though it looked like Hayakawa was really putting him through the works as she appeared to be speaking with an impatient look on her face.

"Could you direct to me who oversees your security? I'd like to—" Hayakawa saw Tsukauchi and politely smiled at him and taking her attention off U.A.'s neighboring intelligent principal. "Detective, you've arrived. I've just gotten to the scene myself." He noticed that her hair and attire was disheveled, as if she'd gotten out of bed after hearing about the incident. Tsuakuchi didn't blame her appearance and thought nothing of it.

A frog-girl called out to him from the crowd of students who were talking amongst each other.

"Hey Detective! How's Aizawa?" She looked concerned about her teacher's health, as did her fellow peers who awaited his answer.

"Well…. From what I've heard and read, your teacher's going to be all right. His arms are riddled with comminuted fractures and he's suffering from facial fractures too." He gave them the whole spiel about the potential of their teacher possibly having some adverse effects to his orbital floor of his eye and the conditions of Thirteen and a student by the name of 'Deku'.

"A-and the villains…? Are you guys gonna catch them….?" A purple boy who still seemed on edge asked. His peers nodded in agreement, hoping that they would deal with this issue.

"Y-yeah… especially that lady…." A boy with a tape-quirk on his elbows added.

"Lady?" Tsukauchi's interest peaked as he narrowed his eyes and approached them closer. "What lady?"

The students – those who seemed to have encountered this mystery figure all had faces of hesitation and fear. It was the frog girl who stepped up. "S-she was the one who tried to take Aizawa and Koda…. Ribbit."

"And what did she look like?" He had hoped it wasn't who he thought it was, but he had a feeling it was who he and his whole team had been after for months now.

"Red hair and yellow eyes…."

Before he could inquire further, a loud voice yelled out to him as they ran over in a hurry.

"Detective Tsukauchi! Word came in, Sir! We've caught the suspect thought to be the villain at the USJ facility around 400 meters from here!"

"What's the condition of the villain?" He turned to look at the officer.

"No external injuries, sir! He's not showing any signs of resisting arrest either. Moreover, he's not responding to any stimuli. And he hasn't said anything to us."

"Thank you, get him back to the station and we'll see if we can make him talk later. As for your description…." He glanced back at the student. "Tell me about it once I finish up my investigation. I must talk to the principal if you don't mind, kids." He tipped his hat to the students and walked to the principal who was still talking to Hayakawa.

"Oh, Detective! You've arrived! You certainly have a most excellent partner here." He gestured to Hayakawa. "She's really a great addition to your team for sure. Now what can I help you with?"

Hayakawa raised a hand, "Excuse me, Detective. I'll let you talk with the principal on these matters. May I talk to the person in charge of your security, principal Nezu?".

"Of course! If you ask for Power Loader, he'll direct you to the people in charge." He waved her farewell as he walked with Tsukauchi.

"Mr. Principal, if you wouldn't mind," Tsukauchi resumed the conversation as he followed the short and intelligent mammal to the entrance of the USJ building. "I'd like to investigate every nook and cranny of this campus of yours."

The principal clapped his hands and spoke. "Oh yes, yes, by all means! I understand that your police force is under some heavy fire concerning the Control Killer with less than civil remarks, but we recognize your jurisdiction over matters like these. Please conduct yourselves as usual! Let us know if you need anything."

"There is something that I need you to do, mainly for your staff and students…. Have them on suicide watch." Tsukauchi said in a stern tone.

"W-wha—" The small principal's face appeared surprised at the sudden comment.

"It's just a precaution, Mr. Principal. I've just got a feeling…."

"I will keep your suggestion in mind, Detective." Principal Nezu relented with the odd suggestion.

Kendo Tanaka felt a bit nervous at having to perform his duties in front of someone else. While he was confident in his abilities, he hated having to perform under pressure while someone watched from behind. Such was the case when Power Loader – Higari Maijima – directed Musutafu's newest detective – some of whom call her Tsukauchi's side kick – to him of all people. Her piercing gaze didn't help one bit with his anxiety…

He adjusted his tie and dress shirt as he kept his pace. Detective Hayakawa's steps echoed throughout the empty pristine white corridors while she followed him to the control center of U.A.'s security needs. They kept walking for a few minutes until they got past the support gear section of the school's tech area.

"It's finally good that you're here, ma'am." He pushed up his steel-frame glasses nervously with sweaty palms. "I've been scrambling trying to figure this out. I think I might be getting onto something for you and your Police Force to get into, so just give me a moment."

She didn't say anything to his words as she simply kept quiet, so he just continued. "Luckily for us, we're prepared for that type of thing. You see," He opened the door and let her into a room filled to the brim with electronic equipment as each wall had various terminals and gadgets embedded into them. "We always keep backups in case something like this ever happened. We had a similar incident with an electric quirk kid who came a couple years back who accidentally did the same thing to our systems after he…" Kendo paused as he saw that Detective Hayakawa wasn't really paying attention to his words and more towards the 8K monitors that displayed various codes.

"T-those are just some coding bits I've been trying to figure out in my spare time. N-nothing special…" Again, Detective Hayakawa didn't seem to answer him or say anything as she continued her stroll around the room while waiting for Kendo to do his job.

Uh-oh, crap… She probably thinks I'm wasting time! I shouldn't be doing that when she needs something concrete! C'mon, Kendo! Do something!

Kendo quickly plopped down onto a rolling chair as he scooched up to a monitor to which he quickly entered a complicated password into a black keyboard. "I'm sorry for taking up your time, Detective…. It's just a lotta pressure to get this all working on such a tight timeframe. I hope you understand." Kendo's cheeks turned a dark shade of red. He felt a pair of soft hands place themselves onto his shoulders.

Detective Hayakawa leaned in and whispered into his ear; her breath tickled his skin as he shivered. "Is it possible to delete certain aspects of the recovered files?"

"I…. umm…"

When he didn't answer her question, she twirled the chair he was in to face her as she looked at him with her golden eyes.

Kendo's heart was in his throat….

Detective Hayakawa – Tsukauchi's newest partner, Kendo thought, was alluring in a professional way. "It is possible…. B-but d-don't you want them recovered?"

Detective Hayakawa shook her head as she twirled the chair back towards his desk and made him face the monitor screen which showed a black and green screen with recovered files. She gently squeezed his shoulders and leaned in again – a sweet scent of a flowery perfume filled his nostrils.

The black-haired beauty with steel-frame glasses peered over his shoulder as she looked at the files with the names of certain areas of the USJ building.

Her fingers pointed at the files containing certain cameras in the Squall Zone; the Flood Zone; and the Central Plaza. "Delete those."

"B-but—" His blush deepened as he felt the detective's chest press against his back.

"And these," She pointed at a few files which were in the Squall Zone – ones titled 'Market District'. "Make a backup copy and put it on this flash drive for me." Detective Hayakawa placed a small black flash drive with a cat sticker on it.

His head felt oddly fuzzy….

"This isn't a request either, Mr.…" She looked at his name tag, hinting at a hurtful prospect that she'd already forgotten his name upon meeting him. "Tanaka. It's an order." Her eyes stared into him until all he saw was darkness closing in on his vision.

Tsukauchi sighed and rubbed his temples From what he's gathered so far – Tsukauchi's leads led him to the fact that these thugs were united by someone to try and eliminate All-Might for good. Such a thing seemed almost likely given the poor man's health condition. It concerned him with how close they were given All-Might's weak point which sustained a deep injury.

Tsukauchi would have to give thanks to the Number One Hero's protégé who helped keep his ailment under wraps from the other students. If they knew then anyone else would as well. Leaks like that can't be afforded to happen to Musutafu's greatest upkeep of morale.

Hayakawa joined him as they strolled through the USJ's premises – checking each crime scene where various brawls between the students and low-life thugs duked it out. Though the area that seemed the worst was the Squall Zone. There was a ton of body bags littered across the empty streets of this prop city which previously had a rainstorm going on.

They kept walking, taking in all the damage and allowing the forensic teams to analyze each important scene first and foremost. His mind went to his old friend Toshinori… He'd have to go and visit him soon – preferably without Hayakawa. She has no reason to talk about the man's secret identity, but Tsukauchi knew it'd be best if she didn't know. The less that anyone knows about his condition the better.

He decided to change the topic. "How'd the visit go with the security footage? Find anything we could use?" Tsukauchi felt slightly frustrated upon seeing Hayakawa shake her head and hand him her notepad. This was not a great start….

"I've gone over everything, but the one whose quirk disabled the cameras had completely fried their systems somehow. The man in charge of the security footage said that a big portion of the incident is gone completely."

"What about the backups?"

"Only a few backups, but most of them involve disturbing capturing of that young Tokoyami Fumikage going berserk on dead corpses; the onslaught of a few students fighting in the other areas; and the end of the USJ incident following the defeat of the one who disabled communications and electronics by some of the students."

Tsuakuchi sighed and felt another migraine coming along.

It's going to be a long day…

AN: I'd like to imagine myself as a pitiful little creature that's warily showing itself to you all after disappearing for an absurdly long hiatus, lol. My humblest apologies for the delay in the next chapter of A Twisted Influence. I shouldn't be doing such heinous things to my fellow Makima connoisseurs. Regardless, I'm happy that you're all still along for the ride! I hope this year is treating you all well. I'm so immensely grateful for your love of this story. I vow to do my best at not being on a hiatus like that again. Hopefully.

As you can see, Makima is up to no good at trying to make the best out of a botched operation. DUN DUN DUN!

And a big thanks to Mugmegan for the most incredible artwork of Makima and Aizawa! It made my entire year when I saw it! Many blessings and thanks to you!

Once more, I hope my fellow Makima connoisseurs bask in the glory that is our manipulative queen that is Makima! 3