Chapitre 52: Chapter 4 - Dorm Life? New Classes?! What!?: 3
Darkness. She was surrounded by darkness, and she didn't know why. Kyoka Jirou's first instinct was to use her Quirk, to see if she could listen around to potentially get a read as to where she was at, but when she didn't feel her Quirk respond to her signal, her heart began to pick up the pace. Her next instinct was to try and move her arms, but that didn't work either. When she opened her eyes, she could feel something blocking her vision, which only made things worse.
She felt something hard against her back, wood, she assumed. And considering she was sitting, that meant she was tied up on a wooden chair, and with a blindfold on. The only question now was why her Quirk wasn't working.
"W-where am I?" Kyoka barked out, proving to her that she at least wasn't gagged, or under the control of some kind of mind-control or silencing Quirk. A set of footsteps echoed around her, as she felt a hand clasp her shoulder. Her body became rigid with fear, as sweat began to pour down her forehead. A lump formed in her throat, which she quickly swallowed. A chill crept up her spine, goosebumps breaking out all over her skin, all the while rapid ideas of where she had been begun to flood her mind.
"Ah, you're alive! Good!" A sickly cheerful voice assaulted her ears, making her cringe. "And here I thought I was carrying a corpse! I mean, you were so cold that it made sense to me that you had died thanks to The Bullet!" The voice continued, as her memory began to catch up to what she was hearing.
That voice. It was the same voice that she had heard when she had been attacked in her hotel room. When she had been trying to change into some sleepwear, that was when she had been attacked by the person to whom this voice belonged. That voice echoed in her left ear, which only made the chill that had been travelling down her spine more chilling. The hand that was clasping her shoulder… it probably belonged to her attacker, and… oh god, was she still in her underwear?!
"Before you panic about being underdressed, I finished the job for you when you slipped into the realm of unconsciousness. Villain I may be, but considerate I am, as well. Besides, you're not my type, anyway," the voice said, as the sound of something… slurping crept up next to her ear. It was like something was licking its lips, in a kind of predatory way. It made more goosebumps appear on her skin, as she cringed yet again, struggling to move in the wooden chair she was tied to. "Or maybe… you are? Who knows?"
"You're a creep!" Kyoka cried out, as the person the voice belonged to laughed.
"You're precious, Kyoka Jirou. But, please, there's no need to think like that about me," as the person said that, the blindfold was lifted, and as Kyoka's eyes adjusted to the darkness, a man stood before her.
He was tall and lean, and his skin was pale, sickly pale. He had long, black hair that reached down to the back of the man's neck that curled upwards, like arrows pointing to the sky. His eyes were inhuman-looking and yellow, and he had arrow-shaped earrings hanging from his ears. He wore what appeared to be a sized-up green gakuran school uniform, though he was clearly an adult. Then, there were his teeth. Most of them looked normal, but his canines were extra-pointy. His hands were also clawed, which made him look even more creepy in her opinion.
And then, the man spoke again.
"Because starting today… I'm your boss," the man said, as Kyoka raised an eyebrow, looking around her. Four other people were standing around, but they were all obscured in shadow. The only thing she could make out about them was their eyes. One who had been leaning behind the yellow-eyed school uniform-wearing creep had red eyes, and the one beside him was another person who had orange eyes. The one in the far left corner had white eyes leading Kyoka to believe he was blind, and the one in the far right corner had pink eyes.
And while that was good to know should she ever encounter these people again, it was what the man before her said that made her shoulders tense. "My… Boss? I… I don't remember signing up for a job that required me to be tied to a chair," Kyoka growled, glaring at the man, as the man glared back.
"Oh, you didn't sign up for anything. See, I initially snuck into your hotel room to kill you, to finish the job my boss gave me. I'm sure you know the one," the man said as Kyoka's eyes widened. Immediately, she put two and two together, and yet again, for what felt like the millionth time in a minute, yet another chill ran down her spine.
This man… the one in front of her… was her parent's killer! Fear flooded her body as her eyes widened to an almost comical degree. But that fear quickly turned to anger, as she tried desperately to free herself from her binds, just so she could punch this motherfuckers lights out! Unfortunately, nothing she did seemed to work, which made her give up trying. The best she could do was glare at him, which he found amusing. "Oh, don't look at me like that. It was nothing personal. Or, well, not for me, anyway. The Boss? A completely different story. Anywho, before you get any more ideas, look at your neck real quick."
Despite every bone in her body telling her that it wasn't a good idea, she did so anyway. What she found was a pitch-black collar with a single dot-sized red, blinking light. The collar was thin, maybe the width of a piece of paper, and it felt cold against her skin. It reminded her of a choker, kind of similar to the one she'd wear on her hero costume—which she was forced to give to U.A., because she was no longer attempting to be a hero, well, the support equipment, anyway. The actual outfit itself she could keep. That was beside the point, however. What was the point was what the thing around her neck was. "What… is this?" Kyoka asked on instinct, as the man smiled creepily.
"This, my dear friend, is an explosive collar," the man said, as he brought out a remote. Kyoka understood immediately that she was no longer in control of the situation, if she had even been in control in the first place was irrelevant, as a dark, uncaring, unsympathetic glimmer appeared in the man's eyes. "You will listen to every word, every syllable, every annunciation I utter. You are, for lack of a better word, my slave, for any purpose I so desire. Perhaps… instead of thinking of me as your boss…. Think of me as your master. And, as your master, you will allow me to do whatever I want to you. You will listen to whatever order I give you. I don't care how demeaning it is, or if it goes against your morals. If I tell you to do it, you will do it. Because if you don't…. Well, I think it's obvious."
Fear washed over Kyoka as the realization set in, swallowing yet another lump that slowly began to build in her throat. "W-What…?" Kyoka stammered, as the man flashed his fangs at her.
"You heard me, did you not? Or do I need to repeat myself?" The man asked, a silent eagerness in his tone that Kyoka didn't like all too much. "And yes, I do mean anything. Do keep an open mind, and be ready for anything. I might even reward you if you impress me. In due time, should you prove loyal to me and my boss, that collar might become a thing of the past," the man, her "master" said, as he crouched.
"You see… My boss was very, very angry that I hadn't killed you. But I convinced The Boss that after you survived The Bullet, you could be of some use. So, he allowed it, if begrudgingly. The only stipulation was that if I kept you, I'd have to keep you on a leash, like a dog," the man said, grabbing her by the chin, and forcing her to look him in the eyes. "So, play by the rules, and you get to keep your life. If you do, I'll feed you, house you, clothe you, and give you all the basic needs. In return, you do everything I previously stated. Pretty simple, right?"
His touch was revolting, and it made the hairs on the back of her neck bristle. There was a small amount of disgust in her eyes, which he seemed to notice, and smile at. "You find me revolting, don't you? Good. All the better when I—"
"Quit the meaningless dialogue, NPC, and get to the point," a bitter voice spat out from the background, as the man rolled his eyes, and he let go of her chin, letting her stare somewhere else than his putrid, ugly, disgusting face. "That was starting to get too long anyway. Villain speeches should be short, and to the point. Not long and drawn out."
Then, someone she finally recognized waltzed into the room, and not for any good reasons. It was the villain covered in hands from The USJ, though this time, he only had a single hand over his face, as his scraggly sky-blue hair covered most of the top portion of his head. A single, looming, red-eye stared at her with what appeared to be disinterest. "I didn't come here to listen to some generic goon dialogue anyway. I came here because you told me I could add a new person to my party, if only temporarily…."
As the USJ hand villain looked at Kyoka, she could feel as if he were judging her. And by the look of what seemingly was mild interest, he spoke again, this time, idly scratching at his neck. "This the one?" The man asked as he gained a murderous gleam in his sole visible eye.
"Ah… Shigaraki. You always seem to know how to ruin my mood, and, my fun," the creep said, as this Shigaraki villain continued to scratch at his neck, which she noticed was seemingly a tick of his. Maybe it was to show he was starting to get impatient. That… probably wasn't a good thing, the more she thought about it. The man seemed unstable, and if he was getting impatient, then the chances of him taking out his anger on her were far more likely than the man next to him.
"Yes, this is the one I told you about. But, just because she doesn't have her Quirk anymore, doesn't mean she doesn't have a power," her "master" said as he blinked, then chuckled to himself. "Oh, right. I forgot about that," the man said, smirking down at Kyoka as that wave of fear and now heavy discomfort washed over her once again. "You might notice that you're Quirk is gone. But! Fear not! You are of a superior class! You have a Stand now! I'm sure Shigaraki and his League of Villains can help you train it to be the best it can be. After all, I am a professional. Professionals have standards! And, well… if you're going to be like my friends here, and a part of the assassination unit, then you've got to know your new Stand like the palm of your hand!"
Another chill went down her spine. She was… going to be forced to work with the people who attacked U.A.? And… then a wave of panic washed over her. She… didn't have her Quirk anymore? But… she had a Stand? The things that Kira and Midoriya had told her about? And it was… all related to a bullet? A bullet that should've killed her?
And… she was being forcibly signed into a group of elite assassins… that she wanted nothing to do with?! Looking around the room, she felt all eyes on her. She felt like a wounded animal surrounded by a bunch of hungry predators, and what made matters worse, was that she was fairly certain the person before her, the person beside Shigaraki, wasn't a human.
"Hmph… I suppose we could level her up some…. She'll need to gain experience to do that, though…. Alright, we need a Stand User on our side, yeah? I mean, we can't keep borrowing from your assassin branch or, whatever. A rookie to help level up ain't a bad thing. How long can we have her?" Shigaraki asked her "master" as the man smirked.
"Well, for as long as you'd like. But, if I call Kurogiri saying I want her back unless she's in the middle of a mission, she'll be forced to come back," the man said as Shigaraki nodded.
"Good enough. Kurogiri, warp me and her out of here." And just like that, Shigaraki and herself were warped out of there, though the chair and binds were included, meaning that when she fell through the floor via a dark purple warpgate, and when the chair hit the floor, the chair ruptured into small pieces, along with the bindings.
Groaning, Kyoka looked around and found herself in a dingy, but clean-looking bar. As she looked around, she was met with the gaseous form of the villain named Kurogiri, now wearing a black sleeveless vest, underneath which was a white longsleeved shirt, and the start of a pair of green pants. Then, there was Shigaraki, who was looming over her, though he was staring straight ahead, and not looking at her, his back turned to her as if he viewed her as unimportant.
Over to her left was… that man she saw talking with Blackwell-Sensei…. It wasn't hard to recognize him. No one casually wore a violet jacket and a giant pink scarf. He smirked down at her and scoffed. "Ah, so that's what Yunga meant when he said that The League was gaining a potential new member out of his toy collection. Interesting… We've met before, lass, that much I remember. But, do you?" the man said, taking a drag out of a cigar.
"I told you no smoking in my hideout, jackass," Shigaraki rasped as the man was quick to put it out.
"Right, right, my bad, Shigaraki," the man replied, glancing down at Kyoka again. "Well, do you remember me?"
"You… you were talking to Blackwell-Sensei outside of his place of work… uh… Giran, right?" Kyoka said, slowly getting up from the floor as the man laughed.
"There ya go! Anyway, Shigaraki. Yunga said she's got a Stand now, right?" Giran asked as Shigaraki scratched at his neck.
"That's what he said. I don't know if it's true, and I don't care. So long as she does her job, I won't kill her," Shigaraki replied, nonchalantly, before staring at Kyoka. He seemed to scowl at her, but she couldn't tell thanks to the hand on his face. "Kurogiri…" he drawled. For a split second, she feared the worst. However, then, Shigaraki followed it up with something that utterly confused her. "Get her something to drink. No alcohol, but… I don't know, what do you like, brat?"
"Uh… grape juice!" Kyoka blurted out, as Shigaraki gestured to Kurogiri. He then… miraculously produced a can of sparkling grape juice. She slowly approached the canned drink, took it, and looked at Kurogiri. "Uh… Thank you, uh… Kurogiri," Kyoka murmured as the gaseous man nodded silently in reply. Kyoka took a seat two or three seats away from Shigaraki, cracked open the can, and took a sip. It was good, if not a little too fizzy for her liking. But, she'd deal with it. Best not to make her captors mad, right?
In the back of her mind, she told herself, that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't so bad…. And that maybe, given enough time, she'd be able to get out of this frankly horrible situation she was in. She had already faced enough calamities in her life recently, she didn't want to deal with another one….
Even if it meant she had to play the part of a villain for a while.
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The night came and went, and by the time Monday rolled around, everyone had been moved into the Heights Alliance Dorms, which were what the staff of U.A. were calling Them. As an alarm sounded in Yoshihara's bedroom, the blonde-haired teen groggily slapped the top of the annoying clock and groaned.
It was 6:30 AM, and while typically school didn't start till 8:00 AM, there was going to be a mandatory assembly being held at 7:30 AM, and all students from the Hero Courses, who were the ones to view it first, were supposed to arrive at 7:20 AM.
It wasn't like Yoshihara enjoyed sleeping in, it was just that she had gotten so used to it during the week of no school that she had to adjust to her sleep schedule. Luckily for herself, when she got up and grabbed her school uniform for herself to change into, the female showers were empty. Either everyone got up earlier than her, or, she was just the first one to get there.
Walking into one of the shower stalls after getting undressed, the blonde had herself a quick shower, dried off, and got dressed within a matter of minutes. When she exited the shower room, she gave a lazy wave to a freshly awoken Uraraka, who waved back as Yoshihara made her way downstairs to get something to eat.
Entering the main living area, she was greeted with… Kaminari of all people in the kitchen, making himself what appeared to be a ham and cheese sandwich… for breakfast. "Oh! Uh, Mornin' Kira!" Kaminari called out to her, as Yoshihara waved to the boy. "Damn… that's kind of a weird sentence. I don't think I'll get used to greeting my classmates in the morning, and in a kitchen of all things…." The electric blond commented as Yoshihara shrugged.
"I feel the same way, Kaminari," Yoshihara replied as she reached for the coffee pot. It wasn't on, at all, which made her frown. So, she decided to make a fresh pot of coffee for those who preferred it in the morning. She got to work immediately, and when she was done, she opened the fridge and found some eggs. Good… now, if she could just find some bacon….
"You drink coffee, Kira-san?" Kaminari asked as Yoshihara blinked. Right, her classmates. God, she needed to get used to that if she was going to be living in a dormitory system for the next three years of her life.
"Help's me wake up in the morning. Same with—"
"Me," A tried Josefumi grumbled, as he stumbled out of the hallway to the men's dorms, and wandered into the kitchen, looking over to Kira. "Is it ready yet? Or did you just start the pot?" Josefumi questioned as Yoshihara gestured toward it.
"Just started it. You're going to have to wait a bit, say… 10 minutes?" Yoshihara replied as Josefumi sighed, rubbing the corners of his eyes. He glanced at Kaminari and flicked his head upward once in greeting, which Kaminari returned. The kitchen remained silent for a bit, as the blonde stand user started making her breakfast, that being some eggs and bacon. Sadly, there was no orange juice, so she had to stick with coffee. Not a complete downside, but a downside nonetheless.
"So, uh…" Kaminari began. "I heard about what—"
"Don't," Yoshihara sharply interrupted, as Kaminari sighed, raising a placating hand.
"Right, sorry… I, well…. It's just… I wanted to ask if you were okay, you know?" Kaminari said, catching Yoshihara off guard, earning him a side glance. "I know we're not friends, per se, but… well, just hearing that something bad happened to another person I know… it bums me out. I mean, I know people like that exist, but it just hurts to know that someone I know had to go through a thing like that," Kaminari said, taking a bite out of his ham and cheese sandwich. When he swallowed, he continued. "What I'm trying to say is that… even if we're not friends, not really, anyway… if you have no one to really talk to, I can lend an ear if you want," Kaminari said as Yoshihara flashed him a small smirk.
"That's kind of you, Kaminari. I'll think about it," Yoshihara said, as she went back to making her breakfast. By the time she was finished making her breakfast, the coffee pot was ready to go, and when she finally got to sit down and eat, everyone was already awake and starting their morning routine. And, Yoshihara did what she did best: observe.
Yaoyorozu seemed to do the small things when she woke up, like having something to drink, that being herbal tea, and what appeared to be a slice of buttered bread for breakfast. In comparison, someone like Kirishima, and also Mina, had a bowl of cereal for breakfast. The rest of the students in class 1 – A followed a similar pattern.
All except one.
Ochako Uraraka decidedly had nothing to eat for breakfast. She just sat around. It made Kira curious as to why she decided to do that. Perhaps she grew up in a poor environment? Maybe she just wasn't typically hungry in the morning. She also noticed that Aoyama was similar, in that he didn't have anything to eat, per se, but rather had a cup of brewed coffee instead.
Izuku, as she noticed, had a bowl of cereal, as well. But she already knew that since she had lived with him for a week in the privacy of Nemuri's suite. Which brought up another issue that she'd have to deal with. Now that she no longer lived there, it was going to be difficult to mask her sociopathic traits from everyone else. She knew that, eventually, someone other than Izuku would catch on to the fact that she wasn't like the others.
Then again, they probably already assumed something was wrong with her, considering she was so willing to kill the villains that approached her.
Speaking of villains, that was another thing that bothered her. After the last time she had been attacked by a Stand User, that being on the plane by that nameless assassin, she hadn't had to deal with an enemy Stand User in a while. The last two and a half weeks had been dead silent, at least, when it came to her.
That still didn't mean she wasn't going to keep her guard up. She knew that an attack could happen at any time, anywhere, and there was nothing that she could do to predict it. Even if U.A. was considered "safe" there was a chance that Stand Users could be hiding amongst the General Studies student group, like Heimei, Shinso, and Utsagi.
Speaking of Heimei… she wondered what she was up to? The last time the two interacted was after The Sports Festival, and ever since then, Heimei didn't really do much of the way of speaking to her. If anything, she kind of… disappeared, along with Shinso. She hadn't seen Utsagi before, the only thing that she knew of the girl was that Izuku utterly embarrassed her in the first round of the 1-on-1 battles.
Yoshihara looked over to Izuku and frowned. He was talking to Uraraka, and the two were laughing at one another's jokes. They seemed like great friends, despite not having talked much. She knew that Uraraka had had a slight crush on the boy, what with the conversation they had at The Sports Festival while watching his fight with Todoroki.
That wasn't the case now. Or, if it was, then that was probably going to be a problem later down the line. Or, perhaps not. Perhaps she could find someone else. That didn't mean, however, that they couldn't be friends, that much Yoshihara was okay with.
Speaking of friends. It had come to her attention that she lacked friends. Outside of Uraraka, Josefumi, Karera and the late Tenya Ida, she didn't have many friends. She didn't count Izuku as a friend, because he was a step above that, but even so… she left like the black sheep of 1 – A. Josefumi spoke with the others regularly, often chatting it up with the likes of Kirishima and Kaminari, sometimes even Ashido. Izuku usually stuck to talking with Uraraka and herself, and sometimes Josefumi when he wasn't busy—in other words, he was in the same spot as her.
Finishing her breakfast, Yoshihara hummed to herself. Friends weren't exactly overrated, but… she wasn't necessarily a social person. It was hard enough as it is to build any meaningful social connections, what with being a Sociopath and all, but that didn't mean she couldn't try.
Maybe… she could befriend Kaminari. He seemed open to the idea.
When breakfast came and went, and when the time to get to the gymnasium for the announcement came around, Class 1 – A left the heights alliance around 7:00 AM, all dressed in their school's uniforms and made their way to the building and to the room that they were supposed to be in. Along the way, they joined up with Class 1 – B, 2 – A, 2 – B, 3 – A, and 3 – B.
By the time they got to the gymnasium, they all sat in their respective classes' graded seats, first years at the front, second years in the middle, and third years on the bleachers. Yoshihara got a front-row seat on the stage that the presentation would be presented on, and when Vlad King and Aizawa-sensei closed the gymnasium doors, the schools principal, Nedzu, walked up on stage, tapped the mic, and began the presentation.
"Good Morning, Hero Course!"
"GOOD MORNING, HEADMASTER!"
Nedzu chuckled to himself, before continuing. "I see you are all lively today. That's great! However, I also know that a few of you are confused as to why we're holding this presentation, especially you soon-to-be graduates and third-years! The last time we held an assembly like this was when we had to induct a policy change! But, fret not, it's nothing like that!"
A collective wave of sighs came from the third and second years, which made Yoshihara question what exactly that meant.
"Now, normally, I would be the one leading the charge today. However, it won't be me who will be doing most of the talking. In fact, it'll be someone else! You see, I'm rather busy at the moment, so, I'll be handing the microphone over to a very, very special guest. Hailing all the way from America, the head of The Speedwagon Foundation, Jonathon Kujo, aka Joekid!"
A roar of gasps and shouts of excitement filled the air, as both Yoshihara and Josefumi looked on in confusion, as Johnny took the stage, wearing a formal black business suit and tie. His messy blond hair was there for all to see, no hat, no nothing.
"Good morning U.A. High!" Johnny said, as what sounded like fangirls in the middle row shouted and screamed in excitement. Johnny chuckled nervously and nodded. "Good morning to you too," he replied, which only seemed to make them fawn more. The rest of the school gave out the "good morning" shout as Johnny straightened his tie.
"Now, I know that it's not every day that someone from a massive company comes here to speak to you all directly. U.A. is known for its lack of assemblies, but I guess they detract from the overall learning of The Hero Course. I know the General Studies students get them more often, as I've been here on a multitude of occasions to present to them stuff like job offers and the like. But this… this is different," Johnny said, his tone turning serious.
"As you all know, or as some of you might not, a student was killed during an internship by a villain. It was all over the news, and the news used it as a way to besmirch U.A. and to make them look bad for not being able to protect one of their students. If there is anything to be learned from that, it's that to NEVER trust the media, especially because of how they like to twist and turn things to fit whatever narrative they're trying to force down the public's throats.
"That is to say, the media got it mostly wrong. Who can tell me what they believed to be the cause of the death of Tenya Ida? I know this is morbid, but humour me here," Johnny said, as Yaoyorozu was quick to raise her hand. "You down there, Uh… Yaoyorozu Momo, was it?"
"Yes, thank you, Kujo-sensei. The cause of Tenya Ida's death was how his heart had been violently ripped out, and the subsequent blood loss turned him… um… I believe they likened his appearance to a raisin…." Yaoyorozu replied as Johnny solemnly nodded.
"Yes… that's the story that the media is running with. However, I would like to show you the real reason as to why Tenya Ida died. Well… part of it, actually," Johnny began, as he snapped his fingers. The moment he did so, the windows had metallic shutters cover them in seconds, and any and all lights that were UV were shut down directly after the fact.
And then… something… nightmarish, was brought out on stage, strapped to a metallic stretcher, with a bite mask over its mouth. Its inhuman purple eyes and its sickly pale skin graced the room's presence, as it writhed and snarled on the stretcher. The two Speedwagon Agents who were rolling the man out tilted the stretcher up for all to see.
"WHY ARE YOU HOLDING THAT MAN LIKE A MONSTER!" A voice from the back shouted as Johnny spoke back.
"What you see here is exactly that. A monster," Johnny retorted, sighing. "Quirks, for all their advancement, allow creatures like this one here, to hide away as if they were normal people. This, as cartoonish as it's going to sound, is a Vampire," Johnny continued, as he grabbed one of its limbs… and ripped it off from the elbow down. Blood sprayed the stage in a shower of gore and viscera, as screams of shock and horror filled the gymnasium.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
"HOLY SHIT! HE JUST DID THAT!"
"THAT IS SO UNMANLY!"
"HOLY COW!"
"NOT GOOD! NOT! GOOD!"
"I think I'm gonna faint…"
And then, as if nothing happened at all, the arm began to regenerate, as the newly formed hand tried to swipe at anything it could see. Johnny snapped his fingers, as spotlights from the top of the stage pointed at, and shone a light at the supposed vampire, who shrieked, as its body started to crumble away into nothing but dust, much like a vampire would if exposed to the sun's rays….
Yoshihara couldn't keep her eyes away from the stage as it all went down. Vampires… were real. Honest to god, real life, vampires. Sure, some Quirks mimicked aspects of vampires but never once had she ever thought real honest to god vampires would show up. The screaming calmed to a dead silence, as every hero student in the gymnasium went silent. Johnny nodded to the agents, as they left the stage with the stretcher. Once they were gone, Johnny continued.
"As I said, that was a vampire. Vampires are creatures of the night, and they feed on blood. Think of Bram Stoker's Dracula, but, less rapey and more "going to kill you no matter what." They exist solely to kill and exterminate humans on a large scale. And, when they attack their victims, they drain their blood to the point of leaving them looking like shrivelled-up corpses. Which was exactly the state of Tenya Ida's corpse."
As Johnny said that, Izuku, who Yoshihara had been sitting beside, went ashen white. And, Todoroki, who had a few spots down, had a hand over his mouth, as if both of them realized something.
Had they… seen Tenya's killer? Was what Johnny saying the truth? Was Tenya killed by a vampire of all things?
And… if that was the case, then… why? Why now? Where did they come from? Were they the boss of Damnatio Ad Bestias? Were they the ones responsible for The Stand Bullet?
Did she seriously have to fight a fucking vampire in the near future?
"Now, I can tell that you all want more information. You all want to know what the purpose of showing you that is. Well, truth be told, you'll be learning about more of that later today," Johnny said, as murmurs and whispers filled the gymnasium. "Now, while I might be busy, and while originally I was supposed to take this job, someone who I had assumed to have been dead for years took the job for me. And while I find his timing to be almost… too perfect, I would like to give the floor to the new teacher of U.A., and the sole teacher of Supernatural Creatures and Abilities 101…. Sugimoto Yoshimura."
As soon as that name flowed through Kira's ears, her eyes widened.
Standing on stage was a blond-haired, dark blue-eyed man with a long scar spanning half of his head, wearing a purple business suit and a green and white striped tie. It was someone that Yoshihara had only seen in pictures, and on video calls, but that name… Yoshimura… she knew that name, only for the simple fact that her whore of a mother mentioned it when she was younger….
Standing on stage… was her father. Alive.
She didn't know whether to cry, or whether to shout in anger at his presence. She had so many questions for him, and she wanted answers now. She needed answers, now. Where had he been all this time? How much of the abuse had he known about? Why didn't he come to rescue her when she was younger? What had been so important to him that he never came to see his only child?
And then… he spoke.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of U.A., thank you for allowing me to be a teacher at this school. On behalf of the Japanese Branch of The Speedwagon Foundation, I hope to see you all in action one of these days. In my class, we will be learning more about creatures such as Vampires, and… the topic of the first class… something humanity forgot a long time ago, but still lurks within the shadows. That is all."
And then, just as quick as he had appeared, he walked off stage. But as he did, his eyes met hers, and… for a second, she saw a glimpse of pain, pride and… sorrow. Her heart jumped out of her chest, as he waved at her. She couldn't even muster the courage to wave back.
And then, he walked out of the gymnasium via a pair of double doors by the left exit of the room. Suddenly, a myriad of foreign emotions washed over Yoshihara's mind and soul. Overloaded with a flurry of distressing thoughts, there was only one thing that Yoshihara wanted—no, needed.
And those were answers. Answers that only he had, and that she needed. Answers that would help her fill in the missing blanks, answers that would her understand why he disappeared all those years ago. Answers that would allow her to have some modicum of peace.
And all of that came from one emotion. The same emotion that had remained with her after she had forsaken the concept of emoting.
Anger.
Her father had been alive this whole time…. He knew of her pain through the Joestar Birthmark they shared…. And never once showed his face to her. Not until today. He had disappeared for over a decade, not saying a word to her. And now he was back, as a teacher at U.A., no less.
She needed answers.
Now.
Getting up from where she sat, she discretely followed after him, as he exited the gymnasium….. This was her chance to finally know where her father had been all these years. She was not going to let him run away. Not again.
Never again.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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