Kapitel 4: Chapter 4 - Meet The Midoriya's: 1
Yoshihara entered the home of the Midoriya's, a smile on her face as she took off her shoes at the front door, then slipped the leather jacket off of her arms and put it onto the coat rack just adjacent to a closet. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Midoriya-san, uhh… Is Midoriya-kun home?" Yoshihara asked as Inko smiled, turning around and walking into the living room, glancing over her shoulder.
"Uh, no, not right now. Izuku just phoned me saying he was on his way from the beach. Oh, and Kira-san, if you're hungry, I have some leftover Katsudon in the fridge," Inko said, gesturing over to the kitchen.
Yoshihara's eyes wandered over to where the older woman had pointed, as her smile faded away into a neutral expression.
The kitchen was clean, almost too clean for Yoshihara's liking. If one were to look into the wooden cabinets decorating the walls of the porcelain room, one would see their reflection glistening off of it. So far, Yoshihara's overall impression of the Midoriya Matriarch was that of a lovely mother and a clean freak, which wasn't bad, mind you, far better than what her poor excuse of a mother had been—dare she even call that wench a mother—by a fair margin.
"Thank you, Midoriya-san," Yoshihara said as Inko waved her hand dismissively.
"Oh, please, no need to thank me. Oh, and by the way, you can call me Inko. Midoriya-san is too formal," Inko stated as Yoshihara nodded.
"Then you can call me Yoshi-chan. My guardian calls me that, so I don't see why you can't either," Yoshihara replied as Inko raised an eyebrow.
"Guardian? What about your parents?" Inko asked as Yoshihara looked away, a displeased look on her face, which Inko caught on to quickly. "Oh, touchy subject, got it, my apologies," Inko said, stiffening, a look of concern on her face as Yoshihara giggled, covering her mouth with the tips of her fingers.
"It's fine. You couldn't have known," Yoshihara said, turning to face Inko as the older woman sat down on the couch, giving the blond a chance to observe the layout of the apartment.
The house in question was small but nice. The living room and kitchen were joined together, and there was a short hallway with three rooms at the end of it. One of them had a sign that said, 'Izuku's Room – Don't enter without knocking.' Yoshihara snickered as she walked over to the couch on the opposite side of Inko, sitting down as she crossed her right leg over her left, looking the green-haired lady in the eyes as did the matriarch of the house to hers.
What the blond saw in the eyes of the mother of her new friend was a sense of worry, with a lick of concern, with a mask of joy. It was clear the woman worried a lot. For what reason? Well, it was pretty obvious as to why.
Izuku was, without any offence meant to the boy, weak. He had aspirations of being a hero, without the body nor the power to have it. It didn't help that he was timid and jumpy. If he wanted to be a hero, he would have to grow out of his comfort zone.
"So… how did you meet my son?" Inko asked as Yoshihara sighed. A part of her didn't want to tell her how, at least the truth, but…
"Does she even know what's happening at Aldera?" Yoshihara questioned, her expression twisting into that of discomfort. If she didn't know what was happening to her own son at school, then either a massive case of miscommunication was happening, or… "No, I can't assume the worst just because of my own experiences. Give the woman the benefit of the doubt." The blond thought.
"Er… Yoshi-chan?" Inko said, her eyebrow raising as the blond huffed.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Well… I met Midoriya-kun in the hallway at school. He was… getting picked on by some of his classmates. I didn't see what it was fully about, but… well, I wanted to cheer him up. So I took him to the side, and we talked. I got the impression he didn't have many friends, so I decided that I was going to be his. I also saw that video where he saved that blond kid's life with the help of All Might, so I also wanted to meet him because of how cool that was," Yoshihara said as Inko gasped.
"Izuku is getting… bullied?" Inko asked, a look of worry on her face as Yoshihara folded her arms across her chest. If that one sentence didn't explain what the woman knew about what was happening, then it was clear she didn't even know half of it.
Again, not a knock on the woman herself. It was clear that miscommunication was going on between the two, so she'd have to fill her in, at least a little bit.
"Yeah… well, actually, it's not just 'getting bullied,' it's more like he gets full-on assaulted by some of the other students. I think it has to do with the fact that he's Quirkless. I take it he doesn't tell you anything, right?" Yoshihara asked as Inko looked away, her face full of concern.
"I had my suspicions, and I've asked him if anything was happening at school, but… he never tells me anything. I think it's because he doesn't want me to worry, but… at the same time…" Inko said, looking down at the floor as Yoshihara looked away.
She hadn't planned to cause the poor woman any stress, at least any more than she had already had, but that wasn't what she was thinking about. The blond could understand not telling a parent a detrimental secret, but something like being bullied? Why on Earth would anyone not tell their parents that they're getting bullied?
"Are you okay, Inko? Do you need me to get you something?" Yoshihara asked as Inko looked back at the blond, a forced smile on her face.
"I, I'm sorry Yoshi-chan, I… I shouldn't be moping about like this. It's just… I wish I heard this information coming from my own son rather than from someone he just met a day ago," Inko said, a sigh escaping her lips. "Well, on the bright side, at least he has you and Katsuki, so that's a plus," Inko said as Yoshihara bit her lip.
"About that…" Yoshihara drawled, glancing over her shoulder as Inko raised an eyebrow.
"What… what do you mean? You're not seriously about to accuse my friend's son of being a bully?" Inko asked as Yoshihara folded her hands, her expression dropping as she looked Inko dead in the eyes. There was something… defensive in that sentence that she had spoken that had ticked her off.
How had she NOT noticed the bullying and torment coming from the explosive blond-haired boy? She claimed to be friends with the parents, which meant she knew SOMETHING about it. Either she was blissfully ignorant of Bakugo or maliciously aware and ignoring it.
Again, however, she had to give Inko the benefit of the doubt. She couldn't just say that Inko was a lousy parent, but that also didn't mean that she couldn't have seen the bullying between Bakugo and Izuku.
"I may not know much about your son, nor do I know his relationship with Bakugo, or "Kacchan," or what-have-you, but I know what I saw. That boy was being threatened by Bakugo, and I stepped in to stop it. And unless Midoriya-kun has a habit of pissing Bakugo off on purpose to get that sort of reaction, I hate to say it, but Bakugo seems to be just as bad as the others I saw assault Midoriya-kun," Yoshihara explained as Inko let out an exasperated sigh.
"I… I see. I apologize. It's… it's just. I don't understand… why am I not hearing this from my own son? Instead, I'm hearing it from someone he just met. Does… does he not trust me?" Inko questioned as Yoshihara shook her head.
"I doubt you're a bad parent, Inko. All I'm saying is that perhaps you should have a talk with him about what is happening with him at school," Yoshihara suggested as Inko smiled.
"Thank you, Yoshi-chan. Although, I have a few questions to ask you," Inko started, changing the subject. "My son is a bit of a Quirk nerd, as am I from time to time, so, if you don't mind me asking, what's your Quirk?" The greenette asked as Yoshihara gave her a neutral expression.
She couldn't tell her that she was a Stand User. It wasn't because she was suspicious of Inko. Instead, the reason was actually far more, well, reasonable. Yoshihara didn't want to expose a secret like that to some random woman she had just met. It would be idiotic and detrimental to her if she did. Not just that, but it would get her to wound up in something that Inko had no business in. So, just in case, she had to lie, to some degree.
"I'm Quirkless," Yoshihara stated as Inko gasped.
"Oh? Your Quirkless? I wasn't expecting that answer, so you're like my son?" Inko asked as Yoshihara rubbed the back of her head.
"Yeah, it's one of the many reasons why I can sympathize with him. I know what it's like to be looked down on. I know what it's like to be hated for no particular reason. It's worse because of my gender. Most people see me as an even weaker person because of it. But, they would be shocked to see just how much I can pack a punch," Yoshihara said, her smirk falling as she folded her hands together.
While it wasn't a lie, per se, it wasn't the truth either. Her Stand wasn't a Quirk, and according to Josefumi, those without Stands cannot see other Stands. She wondered if anyone else she knew was possibly a Stand user. It could've been a possibility. However, it was best not to think about it.
"Well, at least that's one thing that differs between you and my son. You seem like a nice girl. I'm glad we could have this chance to talk," Inko said, reaching for a cup of tea. Her hand barely reached the cup, an annoyed look on her face as suddenly, a green hand with a red arrow atop the hand came out of Inko's.
Yoshihara's eyes widened for a split second, her face betraying her thoughts as she blinked. "Is Inko a… A Stand User?" Yoshihara questioned as Inko retrieved her cup of tea, the hand disappearing. The blond blinked again, her thoughts tossing and turning. "No, that can't be right. I don't feel any kind of attraction to her on a spiritual level like Josefumi had mentioned back in the hospital. So… are my eyes playing tricks on me?" Yoshihara thought as Inko raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, would you like a cup of tea, Yoshi-chan?" Inko asked as Yoshihara looked up at Inko, her face morphing into a smile.
"Oh, no thanks, uh, I need to use the bathroom. Where is it?" Yoshihara asked as Inko pointed down the hall.
"Last room on the right," Inko said as Yoshihara stood up and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. As soon as she entered the room, she locked the door and sat down against it, sighing.
"Okay, so far, things are going great. Inko may or may not be a Stand User, which is a little bit worrying. But for all I know, my mind is just playing tricks on me after Josefumi's recent 'attack.' Maybe…." Yoshihara said, standing up as she looked around the room. There was a small tub and shower, behind it was a toilet, and in front of both was a sink and mirror. "Now… I have a choice, get her to somehow fully reveal her Stand, if she has one, learn its ability and adjust accordingly, or… leave it alone, for the time being, pretend I saw nothing, and continue living my life. She could be an ally so long as I don't push things. Again, taking into consideration that she might be a Stand User…." Yoshihara said, looking into the mirror.
Ever since she had learned all that information from Josefumi, she had become incredibly weary around those she trusted. Not to mention the fact that being a Stand User also brought dangers into her own life, regardless of whether or not she was "safe" at school.
Letting out a sigh, she slapped herself on the face a few times before looking down at the porcelain sink.
Turning on the sink, she washed her hands. That way, she could make it seem as if she had actually used the bathroom. Then, she flushed the toilet. Taking in a deep breath, she stepped outside of the bathroom, a calm expression on her face as she walked into the living room.
Standing in the doorway was Izuku, who looked shocked but equally happy. "Oh, K-Kira-san! I wasn't expecting you to actually come! It's good to see you. How are you doing?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara smiled.
The green-haired boy had taken off a blue zip-up sweater, underneath which was a yellow shirt with the kanji for "hero" on the front. He wore black shorts and red and black sneakers, which he was in the middle of taking off.
"Good to see you, Midoriya-kun," the blond said, putting a hand on her hip. "How was the beach?" Yoshihara asked as Midoriya sweat-dropped.
"O-Oh, it was fine! I'm helping someone clean it up as a part of my training! It sounds mundane, but considering there are at least 100,000 kilograms of stuff on that beach, it's a lot harder than it seems. That and my personal trainer is a bit of a busy body himself, oh, but whoamikiddingitdoesn'treallymatterwhomytrainerisI—"
"MIDORIYA!" Yoshihara shouted, interrupting the mumbling greenette, a drop of sweat on her face as she looked at him with a concerned expression. "Have you ever considered rapping? I mean, you talk so fast you're practically bred to be one, no offence," Yoshihara said as Izuku rubbed the back of his head.
"A-Ah, sorry about that, Kira-san, I tend to go overboard when I'm passionate about something…." Izuku said, a goofy smile on his face as the blond giggled.
"Understandable. I'll let you take your shoes off, and we can go talk somewhere that isn't the doorway," Yoshihara said as she stepped away from the door, walking down the hall as Izuku took off his shoes. As the blond walked down the hall, she saw the door to Izuku's room cracked open.
Curiosity absorbed the blond as she peaked in, seeing Inko touch things randomly. Small figurines, pieces of paper, and even a few pencils and pens. Inko turned to face the doorway, causing Yoshihara to zip out of sight and over to the bathroom door.
"What was she doing in there…?" Yoshihara asked herself as Inko walked out of the boy's bedroom.
"Oh, Yoshi-chan! Just so that you know, I'm heading out for a bit. I'll leave you and Izuku by yourself for a while. If you need anything to eat, just check the fridge. I won't be back for a while," Inko said as she left the hallway.
Yoshihara heard the mumbled voice of Inko speaking to her son outside of the hallway as Izuku came to the mouth of the hall just a few seconds later, the green-haired boy nodding, followed by the sound of the front door closing.
Yoshihara narrowed her eyes in the direction of Inko, who didn't notice. A part of her was starting to not trust the woman, however, again, the benefit of the doubt had to be given. The blond chastised herself mentally. She was being paranoid, only because she saw a small green hand stick out of the matriarch that could or could not have been real, and just might have been her seeing things.
"Calm down, Yoshihara, it's probably nothing," Yoshihara thought as Izuku looked at her, a confused look on his face.
"Uh, Kira-san, are you okay?" the green-haired boy asked as Yoshihara shook her head, confusion littering his face as Yoshihara nodded.
"Uh, yeah… just a quick question? What is your mother's Quirk?" Yoshihara asked as Izuku raised an eyebrow.
"Huh? Oh, uh, attraction to small objects. It allows her to pull small things toward herself when she motions her hand to them. It's like a magnet, nothing special. Why?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara shook her head.
"Nothing really, just curious," Yoshihara said as she motioned her head to his room. "You wanna chit-chat in your room or—"
"NO!" Izuku interrupted, causing Yoshihara to flinch as he blinked, scrambling before waving his hands in the air defensively. "I-I mean, no, I… I um… don't like other people in my room, it's… uh… an embarrassment thing, er- I mean, well—"
"It's fine. I get it. You just don't want a girl in your room 'cause it makes you feel weird, it's fine. We've all been there," Yoshihara said, playfully jabbing his shoulder as Izuku stiffened up like a rod.
"I-I, Uh, I—"
"Seriously, dude, it's okay," Yoshihara said, deadpanning as she walked past him. The blond walked into the kitchen and looked around as Izuku walked over to her.
"Uh, Kira-san… uh, back at the school, when you attacked Kacchan with your Quirk… what exactly is it? is it some sort of psychic imprint Quirk?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara glanced over her shoulder.
"It's… a bit more complicated than that, but, yeah, sorta," Yoshihara said, turning to face him. "Hey, Midoriya-kun, is there, by any chance, that your mother is a bit of a… neat freak or something?" Yoshihara asked as Izuku tilted his head.
"Uh… not particularly. She knew a guest was coming over, so she cleaned up the house while I was training at the beach. I would've helped if I was home," Izuku said as Yoshihara hummed.
"I see… sorry if I'm asking a lot of questions. It's just that, recently, I was attacked in my own home yesterday, so I'm on the bit of the paranoid side," Yoshihara said as Izuku gasped.
"A villain attacked you! Did the heroes come and help?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara shook her head.
"Nope, had to deal with it myself, the heroes couldn't make it there in time, and it was a case of life or death," Yoshihara explained, "from what I know, the villain is in prison, so that's good," Yoshihara finished as Izuku sweat-dropped.
"H-How are you not scarred from that?! If I were you, I wouldn't have just left to go to a friend's house the day after!" Izuku said as Yoshihara shrugged.
"Been through worse, way worse. A home invasion is nothing compared to…." Yoshihara paused, biting her lip. "Let's change the subject, okay?" Yoshihara said as Izuku nodded.
"Y-Yeah…." The green-haired boy said as he snapped his fingers. "Uh, what was your inspiration to become a hero?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara raised an eyebrow. "That is, of course, if you want to tell me…." Izuku said as Yoshihara sighed.
"Well, if I told you, you cannot tell anyone else, got it?" Yoshihara stated as Izuku raised an eyebrow.
"Uh… is it that personal? If you don't really want to tell me, t-then you don't have to, K-Kira-san…." Izuku stated as the blond crossed her arms.
"Midoriya, I know more about yourself than you know about me. I know you want to be a hero because you've always wanted to. I shouldn't keep everything about myself, to myself. Besides, so long as you don't stick your nose deeper than what I'm going to tell you, then I think everything should be fine. Now, do you want to know, or not?" Yoshihara asked as Izuku nodded.
"Y-yeah, if you don't mind, that is," the green-haired boy asked as Yoshihara sighed.
"Well…"
[Flashback – 2 years ago]
The night air blew through a lone alleyway. Needles covered the floor as several homeless people wrapped themselves in blankets given to them by a few generous passersby. Sitting in the corner of the dusty, mouldy alleyway, a broad and large box sat all by its lonesome, turned over on its side with the flaps cut off, a few stapled together newspapers acting as a blanket sat laid upon a young, blond-haired girl wearing scraps of clothing.
The girl wore a ripped-up t-shirt and some torn shorts. The only thing that was truly hers was a golden necklace. Her hair was matted and messy, dirt covering parts of her body and her hair as she tried desperately to get some sleep within the box.
There was a sign beside the box. The sign was made of cardboard and written in black felt. The sign read: Will Do Anything for money – even sexual acts. It was written sloppily, but it was legible. The "even sexual acts" was recently added, as it made her the most money from the first time she was asked. Said first guy paid 10,000 yen, who "gave her the works," as he called it.
He wasn't kidding either. He really did "give her the works," and it… well, she didn't truly know how to feel. First, he took her back to his place and let her have something to eat before anything, saying, "he was a nice guy." Afterward, he took her up to his room, which was where it all began. He put his thing in her private parts, of which they bled. He had her put his thing in her mouth and suck on it, like a lollipop, and she even felt it go up her butt at one point, and it felt really, really weird.
After he was done, he gave her some money, around 10,000 yen, told her to never talk about it, and left her back in the alleyway.
It flashed in her mind time and time again how he had violated her and how, even though she barely understood it, her brain had made it evident that it was pleasurable, like eating chocolate or drinking yogurt.
Don't get her wrong. She knew what sex was, but she had no idea what it would've felt like. What she hadn't expected was how bad it made her feel after the fact. Like she had been used. It made her feel dirty.
However, it gave her money… a lot of money. So much money that she could actually buy some clothes, even if they were from the bargain bin. It was miles better than the other clothing she got from the dumpster.
The kid had lived in the alleyway for at least a year. Beforehand she had been wandering from place to place, sleeping in shelters. However, when she ran out of shelters to sleep in and money to donate, they stopped letting her sleep there, so she resorted to an alleyway.
The people in the alleyway changed from time to time, but one person stayed. He was young, with a little bit of stubble on his chin and atop his lip. His head was covered with a black beanie, and he wore a brown, patched-up jacket. Underneath the coat was a hole-filled shirt, with some ripped jeans on his legs and ruined boots.
He had treated her with kindness and shared the food he'd get from others with her, whether it be a half-eaten burger or an entire happy meal from Mc Donalds.
"Hey, kid…" a voice spoke out as the kid opened her eyes. It was the man that shared food with her. His name was Wakuraba, from what the kid remembered.
"Yeah…?" the kid asked as the man coughed into his bare hand.
"What's your name again?" The man asked as the kid blinked.
"Yoshihara. What's it to you?" the blond kid asked as the man chuckled.
"Nothing really. It's just, we've been in the same alleyway for a year now, and I haven't once gotten your name," Wakuraba said, coughing again. "My brother owns a brothel. He's a nice man. His name is Akira. If you talked to him and asked him for a place to stay, he'll let you sleep and eat there, so long as you pull your weight and do some work for him. He doesn't hire minors to do dances, mostly as cleaners and labourers, but it'll be enough for someone such as yourself to clean up and get a place to live," the man said as Yoshihara raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you telling me this? Why not just do that yourself?" Yoshihara asked as Wakuraba chuckled, coughing into his hand.
"I'm not long for this world. You see, I have lung cancer. It's hereditary, so it was bound to happen, no matter how healthy I tried to be. Plus, my brother and I aren't on the best of terms. But, I'm sure he'd help you. Currently, he's doing his "special" viewing. However, if you talk to his guard, Otoshi, he'll let you in to speak to him. Don't tell'em about me, or else he'll turn you away," Wakuraba said as Yoshihara nodded.
"T-thank you, Wakuraba… I, I'll repay you somehow," Yoshihara said, getting out of her box and waving to the man as he chuckled.
"Good luck on your ventures, Yoshihara," Wakuraba said, coughing into his hand once more as Yoshihara left the alleyway. The blond-haired girl made her way down the street, looking for a brothel with a bodyguard. It didn't take her long to find it.
Upon finding it and talking to the guard, Otoshi, and explaining her situation, Otoshi spoke to Akira, who let her in on the condition that she worked hard. Eventually, she climbed the ladder to become a professional private sex worker, much to Akira's chagrin, until she met Nemuri Kayama, aka the pro hero Midnight, and began her training to become a pro hero.
[Present Day]
Izuku stared at Yoshihara with wide eyes. The pair were sitting on the two living room couches. The blond-haired girl had been rubbing her arm uncomfortably as she stared at the ground. "O-Oh, my god… Kira-san, I…"
"I know, right? It wasn't a very pleasant time in my life, and I'd rather not talk about it again. But, you asked, and since I know your reasonings, you now know mine, even if they aren't exactly the most… ideal of reasons. But, Nemuri saw something in me that even I don't see, so… I've just been doing it because she says I can be a good hero…." Yoshihara said as Izuku nodded.
"No! T-That's not true! So long as you save and protect people and do your job as a hero, you'll make a fine hero! I mean, look at Kacchan, h-he wants to be a hero for the fame, but he still has the potential to be one of the best ones out there!" Izuku said as Yoshihara smiled.
"Thank you, Midoriya-kun. You have no idea how much that means to me," Yoshihara said, a light blush on her face as Izuku's face shaped into a small grin.
"N-No problem, Kira-san," Izuku said as he turned to look over to the kitchen. Izuku's eyes widened as he stared up at the ceiling. There, in the center of the kitchen, was a floating knife, a green aura around it as it floated there.
"W-Wha—" before Izuku could say anything else, the knife went flying towards them, specifically, heading straight for Yoshihara, who had raised an eyebrow.
"What's going—"
"Kira-san! Watch out!" Izuku called as Yoshihara turned to look in the direction of where Izuku was, and her eyes widened. A knife was heading straight for her, and before she could react, Killer Queen came out of her and punched the knife out of the way.
SHIBO!
The knife flew into the wall as the aura died down around it. The blade of the knife was dented from the hit. The blade fell to the floor as Yoshihara stared at it, her eyes narrowing. "Just great…" Yoshihara snarled as Izuku took a step back.
"K-Kira-san, what's—"
Before he could finish his sentence, several other utensils, such as chopsticks, forks, spoons, butter knives, and steak knives, flew toward the pair at high speeds. "Midoriya-kun! Duck!" Yoshihara cried out as Izuku ducked behind the couch. Killer Queen swatted as many of the utensils it could, some of them cutting the Stand, leaving the same wounds on Yoshihara as she winced.
"Tch, this isn't good, of all the times…." Yoshihara groaned, looking over to Izuku. "Midoriya-kun, we have to make a break for it to your room. I'll explain as much as I possibly can, but right now, we need to get over there, now!" Yoshihara stated, Killer Queen returning to her as Izuku nodded, his arms and body shaking.
"Y-Yeah, o-okay," Izuku said as more utensils began to rise from the floor. The two ran towards the hallway as the utensils began to fly towards them. However, the pair was just quick enough to duck into Izuku's room as the utensils flew past them.
Yoshihara let out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding as she looked around. Izuku's room was… interesting, to say the least. She hadn't expected the amount of All Might merchandise to be as much as it had been. All Might figures, all different from the last. All Might-themed posters. All Might slippers. All Might blankets. It was all… All Might.
"Wow… I see you're a fan of… All Might, Midoriya-kun," Yoshihara said as Izuku chuckled to himself.
"Y-Yeah, I guess I am," Izuku said as he shook his head. "U-Uh, Kira-san, what exactly is going on out there? W-Why were those things… attacking us?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara sighed.
"Right… well, as I said, I'll try my best to explain it. We're being attacked by someone, but they aren't here. What we're being attacked by is something called a Stand. Meaning that nine times out of ten, whoever is attacking us, is either nearby, on a different floor, or the house next door," Yoshihara explained as Izuku gasped.
"Y-You mean, we're being attacked by villains! We should call the heroes, they can—"
"Absolutely not!" Yoshihara interrupted. "We are not calling the heroes. You can't attack or arrest something you cannot see. You remember how I said that my Quirk was a "bit more complicated" than that?" Yoshihara asked as Izuku raised an eyebrow.
"Y-Yeah, but… wait a minute, does that mean…?" Izuku questioned as Yoshihara nodded.
"Yes, I am a Stand User. Meaning that I alone can see what is currently attacking us. Not even All Might can help us. The only way to defeat a Stand is with another Stand," Yoshihara explained as she summoned Killer Queen. "You can't see my Stand, Killer Queen, but…." Yoshihara started, the Stand tapping Izuku on the head as he blinked, looking around the room.
"Huh, did…"
"Yes, Izuku, Killer Queen tapped you on the head," Yoshihara said as she giggled. She shook her head, her expression turning serious. "But now is not the time for goofing around. We need to find the Stand user, and do either one of two things, convince them to de-activate their ability, otherwise…." Yoshihara started as, suddenly, a wave of killing intent washed off of her. "We'll have to kill them."
Izuku went wide-eyed. "Kira-san did you… did you just say… kill them? That… That's not heroic at all!" Izuku said as Yoshihara narrowed her eyes.
"Fine, we won't kill them. Unless, of course, they refuse to de-activate their Stand. If they don't do that, then I'll do whatever it takes to stop them. Even if I have to kill them, alright?" Yoshihara stated as Izuku nodded, a grim look on his face.
"I don't like that last part, b-but… do we even know what this Stand looks like? You can see it, right, so… is it nearby?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara looked around the room, and as soon as she did, a hand grabbed her Killer Queen by the neck.
The hand was green, and it had a blue arrow pointing toward the palm of the hand. The rest of the arm was green with grey metallic patches, and the arm was attached to a lean silver body. The other arm was the same as the first one, except on the hand was a red arrow pointing toward the Stand. The legs were completely green, except the feet were red with black stripes. Its face lacked any human features. The only things that even resembled it being human were the eyes, which were completely purple ovals. It had a grey helmet on its head with two wings on its sides.
Yoshihara gagged as the Stand continued to squeeze Killer Queen's throat.
KURRSHA…
The Stand groaned as Killer Queen punched it in the face, making it let go and slide back a bit in the air. The Stand reached its left arm out, the one with the blue arrow, as it faded away. Several All Might figures floated upwards and spun. Yoshihara coughed as the figures began to fly towards her at fast speeds.
"KIRA-SAN!" Izuku called out, rushing in front of her, protecting her. As soon as they came close, and as Izuku braced for impact, Killer Queen punched the figures out of the way in a flurry, the figures flung in different directions, hitting the walls of the room.
Izuku opened his eyes, glancing behind himself. "Kira-san…? Are you okay?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara nodded, rubbing her neck.
"Yeah… but now, this just went from something that was simple, to something that has become personal," Yoshihara stated, narrowing her eyes.
"Now what… What are we supposed to do…?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara shook her head, looking around the room.
"We know its ability, at least, vaguely. It can levitate objects, and it can propel them at fast speeds. However, we can't be sure just how it works. Plus, its user is nowhere to be seen. We find the user, and we defeat the Stand. The problem is, we don't know just who the user is," Yoshihara explained as Izuku snapped his fingers.
"If we can get it in a room without any objects to throw, we can trap it! But… then, how are we going to find the user?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara hummed.
"Well, whenever I use my Stand, an aura flares around me. So, that means, whoever the user is, will have an aura around them. They stick out like a sore thumb, so once we find them, or once I see their aura, I'll know who it is. Until then, let's stick with your plan," Yoshihara explained as Izuku nodded.
Killer Queen opened the door as the pair slinked out. As soon as they did, several objects began to float and fly towards them, the Stand glaring them down as the objects flew. Killer Queen deflected several of the objects as she charged toward the Stand.
The Stand flew backwards, phasing through the front door as Izuku flung open the door. Yoshihara ran beside him as they looked down the outdoor hallway. "W-Wha, where did it go?" Yoshihara asked.
Suddenly, without warning, the fridge from the kitchen flung towards them, a green aura covering it as the heavy object hit Yoshihara, sending her over the edge, and plummeting to the bottom floor, the refrigerator following suit.
"KIRA-SAN!!!" Izuku called out, reaching out to her as The Stand grabbed Izuku and pulled him inside the house, covering his mouth as his eyes went wide. While Izuku couldn't see the hand, he could feel the Stand's hand over his mouth, keeping him from screaming or calling out for help.
A loud crash could be heard from around the street, and Izuku's eyes began to water. "Kira… no…" and before he could do anything, he was dragged back into the apartment by the Stand.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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