Chapitre 59: Chapter 3: Class 1 - A's Sticky Situation: 3
Yoshihara leaned against the veranda railing of the dorm building, her expression neutral and her mood slightly below annoyed, though that was because of… bodily reasons. Beyond that, she had been in a relatively good mood, all things considered. Her Heroics 101 class was a little annoying, namely because she got last in her race. It wasn't her fault she had gotten disoriented during the confusion and nearly ended up throwing up from motion sickness.
She probably would've won if she knew where she was going.
Probably.
Yoshihara sighed. She normally wasn't competitive. But after the Sports Festival, something in her clicked. She actually liked competing in things so long as they weren't about anything major, made worse by her, Izuku, and Uraraka playing Smash Bros over the week-long break back at Uraraka's old apartment.
Yes, she was a filthy Sephiroth main.
Yes, she was a spammer.
And yes, she won every fight she got into against the two. It seemed that even in video games, luck was always on her side. Most of the time, anyway.
That aside, after an admittedly boring Modern Art Class focusing on why hero costumes sometimes looked provocative, like Nemuri's own hero costume, and after a quick check-in with Nemuri on how she was doing living in the new dorm system, everyone was sent back to the Heights Alliance to study for the written portion of the Final Exams. However, while everyone else went inside to go do that, the blonde decided to wait for someone to show up.
Izuku.
Her boyfriend hadn't come with them back to the dorms, instead saying he had a meeting with All Might. It only made her think more about his theorised connection to the man. No teacher, aside from a teacher who doubled as a parent, would show that much blatant favouritism toward a student. Not even Nemuri paid this much attention to her during school time. And yet, All Might had no problem with doing so.
All Might seemed to be extremely ride-or-die with Izuku, and it got her to think that maybe the crack-pot theory that Izuku had All Might's Quirk after all wasn't just that, a theory. Either that or All Might was a relative, which she highly doubted, seeing as the two looked nothing alike.
Not that she really cared all too much. If her hunch was right, then that meant that Izuku had All Might's Quirk… somehow. That didn't change anything about their relationship, or her view of the boy. But it did explain a lot of things, such as when he showed up at U.A. and he suddenly had superhuman strength, and now as of recently, speed.
At first, she thought that maybe he was just a late bloomer. That his Quirk just… showed up. But after Asui off-handedly mentioned that Izuku's Quirk shared a lot of similarities with All Might's back during the trip to the USJ, her little crack-pot theory started gaining traction.
The only thing that threw her off was the green lightning. When that stuff showed up, she thought that her theory was dead in the water. But, just to make sure she wasn't missing anything, Yoshihara decided to watch some of All Might's recorded fights on Herotube, as much of a waste of time as it was.
Lo-and-behold, whenever he punched, yellow lightning sometimes accompanied those punches. Her theory was alive again, and on top of that, it had more proof pointing toward that Izuku had been given All Might's Quirk.
If anything, all that new Full Cowling mode did was add fuel to the fire.
Of course, now all she had to do was ask if Izuku truly had All Might's Quirk once she had some time with just herself and him. Which as of late wasn't all that rare. So, the next time they were alone together, she'd ask him.
Her thoughts were cut off when the sound of the front door opened behind her. Yoshihara glanced over her shoulder, frowning when she saw the person who had come outside.
Much to her chagrin, it was Katsuki Bakugo, the person who had, for some reason or another, a problem with her. It didn't take a rocket scientist to guess what that reason could be, and it annoyed her to no end.
The blond-haired explosion Quirk user glared at her with his beady red eyes, and his overall demeanour screamed "furious." For what reason, Yoshihara had no idea. "What is it this time? Is he here to remind me of that shit with my mother?" Yoshihara thought, sighing. She stood up straight, turned around, and stared right back at him, blue and red eyes meeting.
"What can I do for you, Bakugo? You seem… angry," Yoshihara said, earning a scowl from Bakugo.
"You hid stuff from us. Important stuff that we should've known." The moment Bakugo said that Yoshihara could feel an eye-roll coming on. But, for the sake of not poking the bear more, and potentially having this whole thing erupt into a fight for no good reason, Yoshihara continued to stare him down, unblinking, unflinchingly.
"Yes, I did. What's your point?" Yoshihara replied, crossing her arms as Bakugo's sneer deepened. His face now resembled more of an angry pomeranian that was seconds away from biting the person it was looking at it's toes.
"If you had said something earlier, then Ida would have—"
"Still died," Yoshihara interrupted, as Bakugo's glare worsened. Heedless of that, the blonde continued. "In the same way, in the same place, at the same time, with no one there to stop it," Yoshihara narrowed her eyes at the blond as she spoke, never once giving him the time to respond as she continued.
"It was Ida's decision to go chase after The Hero Killer. It was Ida's decision to attack The Hero Killer. Therefore, it was Ida's decision to die." With each word that came out of her mouth, Bakugo continued to get angrier, so much so that little sparks were starting to go off in his palm.
"No… that's fucking horseshit, and you know it. If he knew even a little bit about vampires and Stands and all that bullshit, then Ida would still be alive!" Bakugo roared as Yoshihara calmly sighed, tilting her head to the side. "Why the fuck are you so calm about this! Do you not care?!"
Yoshihara's expression went from neutral to annoyed, as she completely ignored the last statement that Bakugo made, in favour of answering the other part. "There's an argument to be made that, should he have had the information, he could've been more careful. There could have been a chance that he lived, but that would have to mean that he didn't intern with Manual. That he didn't have such a revenge-focused mind when it came to what happened to his brother. A lot of other stuff would have had to happen to make it so that Ida lived. But, unfortunately for you, and unfortunately for Ida, that would have never happened."
"That doesn't change the fact that you could've told him anyway!" Bakugo countered, his anger becoming more and more apparent on his face and in his voice. Truly, the boy wore his heart on his sleeve. He clearly meant every word he said. He was truly angry at her.
She understood why Bakugo was mad. Ida was a classmate, so of course his death would elicit this level of reaction. If Ida knew about Vampires, then perhaps he would be slightly more careful in his proceedings. Not that it would do much, at least in her opinion. "Unfortunately, Bakugo, there's just one problem with your argument. Ida already knew about Stands. He knew of their existence already. It was Vampires he had no idea about. Neither did I. Josefumi probably knew about them, but I didn't."
"Huh?" Bakugo said through grit teeth. "The fuck do you mean four-eyes knew about Stands. How the fuck did he know about them before the rest of the class!"
"Because I told him. Same as I told Uraraka and the same as I told Ashido. Both he and Uraraka knew about Stands before everyone else, because they were targeted by a Stand User at the USJ. The one that Josefumi killed. Though I doubt that matters to you, now doesn't it," Yoshihara stated, bringing her arms to her side. "As for Ashido, she, myself, and a student from 1 – B, Sakunami, went to the mall and encountered a Stand User there. Of which the Sakunami defeated. Ashido was affected by the Stand, and therefore, we had to tell her. But, as I said, it's not like you care about that, now do you?" Yoshihara spat, as Bakugo snarled.
"Gah! Whatever! Then Kujo still could've told Ida about Vampires then!" Bakugo replied, still glaring at Yoshihara, who at this point was starting to get fed up, which was indicated by her tone of voice.
"The issue with that is Kujo had no way of giving him that information to Ida. In case you forgot, he, along with myself, were in America, in a whole other timezone, where we were a day behind you all. This was not to mention that Kujo did not have Ida's number to tell him about them anyway, and we had no idea a Vampire was even in Musutafu at all. So, again, Bakugo, what is your point?"
"MY POINT IS THAT YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD IDA!" Bakugo yelled.
Yoshihara's right eye twitched, her right hand balling up into a fist. "Told him about what exactly? Tell him something that neither of us knew at the time? Tell him that it was suicidal to go after The Hero Killer, which he probably knew to be the case? Tell him that the sky is blue? What the fuck do you want me to say, Bakugo! What could I or Kujo have told him that would have saved his life, because I would really like to know that too," Yoshihara spat, staring down the boy with an equal amount of fury now in her eyes.
The two stayed glaring at each other like that for what felt like an hour, until finally, Yoshihara backed off, looking away with a frown on her face. If she could cry without it being forced, she would. Yoshihara truly wanted to feel sad. She truly wanted to feel upset about this. But she couldn't. Not fully, anyway.
There were some times when her Sociopathy was useful. And then there were times like this that made it a real pain in the ass.
"I don't know what it is I could've said. And yes, I do care. I'm pissed off that Ida's dead. I grieved too. And you still are. But that doesn't give you the right to lash out at me, Kujo, or anyone for that matter because of something that came out of complete left field for all of us," Yoshihara said, keeping a straight face as much as possible.
And then, Bakugo spoke again.
"Bullshit, you had to have known something! I don't—" Bakugo wasn't given a chance to finish his sentence, as Killer Queen's fist slammed into his face, knocking him against the wall as he stumbled, blood trailing down his lip. "The fuck did you—"
"Finish that sentence, and I'll hit you again, except next time, it'll be a hell of a lot worse," Yoshihara threatened as she glared daggers at Bakugo, who glared back at her. "If you're trying to agitate me, or get a rise out of me, then congratulations, you did it. Your prize is a split lip. Now fuck off, and leave me alone."
Bakugo continued to glare at Yoshihara as she turned her back on him. "This isn't over…." Bakugo spat, as Yoshihara looked over her shoulder, watching the blond bomber open the front door, and slam it shut. For her part, Yoshihara pinched the bridge of her nose, collecting herself as her anger slowly began to tetter away.
She knew he meant well. Yoshihara understood that Bakugo, if nothing else, was just trying to grasp the situation in any way he could. To make sense of what was going on. On why the world was continuously showing him that what he once believed to be fact was not over and over and over again.
The one thing that she didn't understand, however, was his focus on her and Kujo. Why them? Did he think that he could muscle his way around by being the bully he was to Izuku to drag information out of them? Did he honestly think that was going to work? Or was there something more to it? Was there something that Yoshihara was missing that prevented her from fully understanding his point of view?
She frowned. "Nevermind… I'd rather not waste my mental facilities on that. I have more important things to think about…. Maybe I should check in on Karera. I haven't spoken to her in a long time." As Yoshihara said that, Izuku began to walk up the stairs to the Heights Alliance. Her eyes washed over him for a moment, noticing the concentration on his face.
"You're back," Yoshihara said, gaining the green-haired teen's attention.
"Hey, can you get Fumi-kun and meet me in my dorm room? There's… something we need to speak about. Something that, in hindsight, I should've told you about earlier…." Before Yoshihara could respond, Izuku was already in the building, leaving her behind. She blinked. Just what could that possibly be?
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Josefumi was beyond baffled. And rightfully so. The words that came out of Midoriya's mouth just now sounded so unbelievable, so outrageous, that a part of him wanted to laugh. At least, in the beginning, he wanted to anyway. But as he continued to listen, the more he began to believe that he had been saying the truth.
It took him a minute to fully digest the gravity of what Izuku was saying. For him to fully understand the true weight of what it was that Izuku was telling him. Hell, there were times when even Yoshihara, who up until this point never reacted to anything outside of the odd smirk here or there, paled.
Literally. Paled.
The words "Yoshihara paled" never so much as came to his mind. Ever. Because that was something that, realistically speaking, would never happen. Even if you told her that someone kicked puppies for fun and did so while grooming a child. At most, Yoshihara would get extremely pissed off.
But she never paled. She never showed any real weakness like this. Not in person, or around him anyway.
The strangest part about that, though, is that it wasn't particularly bad news. All Izuku was doing was explaining how his Quirk worked. Or, rather, how a Quirk had been passed down to him by mother fucking All Might of all people.
Honestly, the more Izuku talked about it, the more Josefumi was inclined to believe that he was looking like a Shonen anime protagonist. Seriously, Midoriya had the makings of a Shonen anime protagonist with that kind of backstory regarding his powers.
"So… Let me get this straight," Josefumi began, as he pointed at Izuku. "You, Izuku Midoriya, are the ninth holder of a Quirk so powerful that it was not only wielded by All Might but also Nana Shimura. Two of Japan's Greatest Heroes of all time, so much so that prior to All Might being considered the symbol of peace, Nana Shimura was one of the top three pro heroes in Japan at her time."
As Josefumi said that, Midoriya just nodded, his expression straight and his eyes unwavering.
"And… it's transferred via DNA… and you got All Might's Quirk… by eating his hair literally hours before the Entrance Exam…?" Yoshihara spoke up as Izuku, once again, nodded. The blonde bit her lip, and, judging by the look in her eyes, was looking back at a few things in her memories, most likely recent. Honestly, Josefumi had no place to ask, so he didn't. "Huh… I can't believe I guessed that."
Now it was Midoriya's turn to raise an eyebrow. "What?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara smiled.
"Izuku, don't take this as me belittling you, but… I never once believed you just awakened a Quirk on the day of the Entrance Exam," Yoshihara said, crossing her arms. "The cover story, because that was exactly what it was, made absolutely no sense. I am aware that late bloomers are a very real scenario, but none have ever been recorded to be at your age, especially when it was convenient," Yoshihara explained, as Josefumi snorted.
Now that he thought about it… yeah, how did he not figure that one out? Then again, his dad had told him on numerous occasions that he had a tendency to be gullible, if only for the smallest of things. Still, though, the fact that Midoriya had been able to pull the wool over his eyes without really trying was… damn near impressive.
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "O-Oh… I mean, yeah… I knew someone wasn't going to buy that…." As Izuku said that, before narrowing his eyes on the floor. "But… then how did you think I got my Quirk originally? There aren't many ways for someone to just have a Quirk that isn't it being spontaneously awakened," Izuku said as Yoshihara, once again, smirked.
"Do you remember on the bus ride to the USJ, that Tsuyu had said that your Quirk was extremely similar to All Might's, because, you know, it was All Might's?" Yoshihara asked as Izuku nodded. "Okay, so, that got me thinking that because you and All Might so regularly talked at lunch together that there was something between you two. There was the crack-pot theory that maybe All Might was a relative of yours, so realistically you'd hang out with him. Or, the more believable theory, at least to me, being that he somehow was able to give you his Quirk before the Entrance Exam."
Izuku bawked at that. His expression gave off more than just confusion, but genuine shock. "H-How, w-what?! B-but… I-I—"
"If you and All Might were trying to keep it a secret, then zipping off to go talk to him all the time doesn't exactly allow for pure secrecy. Especially if someone already believed that you got your Quirk from someplace else, in some way, shape, or form," Yoshihara quipped, as Josefumi looked down at the ground, only to see a decaying-looking rat.
For a split second, Josefumi was going to say something, only for the rat to turn into a puddle, making Yoshihara jump back in shock, as did Izuku. The next thing they knew, Giorgio was sitting in Midoriya's room with the goofiest of smiles on his face. "Ah, so it seems that I don't need to mention anything about the conversation I overheard between Midoriya and All Might atop that tower during the rescue training exercise. Hehe…."
It was at that point that Midoriya damn well collapsed backward on his bed from sheer embarrassment and or annoyance that he was, in fact, not exactly the best at keeping secrets.
"How many other people know about One For All?" Midoriya mumbled, glancing at the floor sitting Giorgio, who smirked.
"Just me, Jojo, and… uh… Kira was it?" Giorgio asked as Yoshihara nodded, slowly relaxing at his sudden appearance. The whole time, she had a leg primed and ready to kick Giorgio in the head at any given notice, which, in Josefumi's opinion, would've been the funniest thing in the whole wide world.
"You scared me…." Yoshihara muttered as Giorgio smiled ear to ear.
"Oh~? I did, did I? Tell me, how hard is that to do normally?" Giorgio asked as the blonde explosive, potentially sociopathic Stand User narrowed her eyes at the blond Italian.
"Extremely. So don't get any ideas," Yoshihara rumbled as Giorgio smirked.
"That's just a challenge waiting to be accepted~!" Giorgio teased, causing Josefumi to snort, earning him a side glare from Yoshihara.
"Do not encourage him," Yoshihara said as Josefumi raised his hands defensively.
"I'm not, though. This is just how Gio is," Josefumi stated as Giorgio frowned, sitting up straight and crossing his arms, all the while giving the purple-haired kid a narrowed-eyed look. Josefumi returned that look with a goofy grin of his own. "Oi, don't give me that look, asshat," Josefumi said jokingly.
"Do not. Call me. Gio. I am not. My God-Grandfather," Giorgio grumbled as Josefumi raised his index finger in a "wait" gesture.
"Actually, correction, Papa Giorno's nickname is Giogio. Not Gio. Checkmate, basketcase," Josefumi retorted as Izuku slowly sat up, sighing. "I take it you're not amused, Midoriya?"
"To be honest, considering I'm surrounded by a group of Stand Users, it was only about time that one would show up that's good for stealth. So, no, I'm not really surprised. But also, no, I'm not amused…" Izuku grumbled, his tone sarcastic and tired sounding.
"Josefumi snorted. "Where was this kind of sarcasm three months ago? We could've really used it a while back," the purple-haired teen quipped as Izuku groaned. He knew it came from him being tired, and that it probably was a recent thing he learned to do. Honestly, the boy couldn't blame Izuku.
It was strange to think about, in all honesty. Three months ago, Izuku was a stuttering, bumbling, overly optimistic kid who had a lot of good-hearted qualities, a passion for being a hero, and a little bit of an inferiority complex, although it had nothing on the one Bakugo had. That Izuku, however, was seemingly dead and buried. The boy who Josefumi was looking at now was a somewhat jaded and sarcastic, far more confident version of that same Izuku.
Of course, Izuku had his moments when he reverted back to his past self, back when he was a stuttering mess, but those were few and far between and usually, that was for the better. He had no idea what made him so stuttery and nervous in the past, and while he was curious, it wasn't any of his business.
"Well, thanks for the info. And don't worry, we'll keep this a secret. Right now, I gotta go check in on Karera. I promised I would check in with her today. She's a little lonely, and I don't blame her," Josefumi said as Midoriya nodded. Glancing over at Giorgio, he flashed him a thumbs-up, before stepping around him and walking out of the green-haired teen's dorm room.
When he exited into the foyer, he was greeted by Tsuyu standing in the hallway. She was minding her own business one minute, and in the next, she looked at him, and… narrowed her eyes at him ever so slightly. It was unnoticeable without looking for it, but she did. And… it was strange. "S'up, Asui. Or, Tsuyu?"
"Asui, you can call me Asui, Kujo. Only my friends are allowed to call me Tsuyu, and you are not my friend," Asui said in her usual blunt tone of voice. Josefumi bit his lower lip, preventing the snarky sentence that he had wanted to say in retaliation.
"Now, I think I already know the reason why that is, but, for the dumbass that is me, care to remind me why that is the case? Because I distinctly remember a few days ago you could've cared less if I called you by your first name." As Josefumi said, Asui deadpanned.
"You hid vital information from us. Information that could have saved Ida-kun's life. Yet, you withheld that information knowingly, and from what I can tell, *ribbit* there is more to it that you still refuse to tell us. And, if I were to guess, Sugimoto-sensei will not be giving any of us a full explanation either. He does not give me that kind of vibe, *ribbit*."
The sad part is that Asui was right. He was still withholding information. But he had every right to. The information that he had would get her killed in any normal circumstance. As a result, Josefumi shook his head.
"You're right. I am withholding information, and you are also right that Sugimoto-sensei won't tell us everything that there is to know. But there is a perfectly good reason for—"
"People's lives are at stake, Kujo," Asui interrupted, eyes narrowed with frustration. "Ida-kun was a perfect representation of that, and you still want to keep secrets like that *ribbit*?" The frog-mutant all but exclaimed, irritation in her tone of voice as Josefumi sighed.
There was a reason why Josefumi kept all that he knew a secret. There was a reason why he never wanted to reveal that Stands existed, even if it meant that more people would die. It was better to die in ignorance than to die knowing that there was nothing you could do to stop your death from happening. As the saying went, "Ignorance is bliss."
But now, thanks to Sugimoto, everything that was kept hidden, with a few select things still staying a secret, like DIO's Diary, The Requiem Arrow, the whole concept behind Heaven Stands, or anything to do with The Pillar Men.
So long as those things stayed secret, he was fairly certain that it would more than make up for what Sugimoto revealed in this class alone. And with the next discussion being about the unbreakable wall that was FATE, he knew that things were going to get much, much worse.
However, he still had a few issues to deal with. One of those things being, well, this whole conversation. So, he was going to try his damndest to smooth this over. So after clearing his throat and putting on a neutral expression, Josefumi spoke.
"If I told you that information, you'd die. Not literally, but if anyone knew you had that information, you'd be put on several hit lists, kinda like how I am on several hit lists," Josefumi explained as Asui raised an eyebrow. She was about to say something, but Josefumi beat her to the punch. "I know that you probably don't believe that, and you think I'm only saying that to drop the conversation, but from personal experience, I can tell you outright that I have lost people who I told that information to. People who I cared about. People who I still care about to this day."
Instinctively, Josefumi clenched his right hand into a fist, frowning. "Can you imagine what it's like, to watch someone you called a best friend, suddenly have a bullet put in the back of his head from yards away? Can you imagine seeing that, as a child? Because I can, and I have," Josefumi continued, glancing over to Asui, whose eyes widened. "When I tell you, Asui, that I have my personal reasons for keeping what I know a secret, a secret, it's because I don't want any more people who I care about to die. The only reason why I tell people my secrets and the stuff I know is usually because they were attacked by the things that I know. That's why I got really mad during class this morning. Because Sugimoto nearly exposed you all to a dark, dark secret that no one should know. Because that information alone would put you on the CIA's watchlist. I'm glad he pivoted the conversation to something else. Because if he didn't…."
Josefumi trailed, shaking his head. "You know what, never mind. Just… Trust me okay? I know what I'm doing. So does Kira. We're all in the same boat here. We might know some things that you don't, but that's usually because it has to stay that way. Better to be on the same side than to be against one another. Right?"
Asui looked toward the ground, before nodding. "Alright. I'll trust you. But that does not mean that I forgive you for hiding information. Even with what you told me… I still can't wrap my head around why you'd hide this kind of stuff *ribbit*." And with that, the frog girl made her way to the living room, which was where Josefumi was going.
Although, part of him had to wonder why she was in the boy's section of the dorms, in the first place. Josefumi shrugged. It wasn't like he was going to be staying here long. He had his girlfriend to go see. And from what she said over the phone, the information that she had was beyond important for their current mission.
And the more information he had on those damned Bullets, the better.
That, and he had to reveal some things, too. Namely things about Kyoka Jirou, and her recent unforeseen partnership with The League of Villains.
Something told him that Karera would not be happy to hear that. But, it wasn't like he had much of a choice. Even if she didn't like it, it had to be said. He didn't like it either, but it was better to tell her than to keep her in the dark about it.
And so, with that in mind, he went to meet up with Karera.
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Takiyuma was mad. That should've come as no surprise, especially with how pitiful his supposed slave was acting, always cowering behind the League of Villains when he showed up. He would've butchered them all if not for The Boss telling him that doing so would come at the cost of his life. And while in the past he would've believed The Boss to be bluffing, with all that was going on, he knew that he was being serious.
So, he was going to let it be. He was going to let Kyoka Jirou run amok with The League until she had grown a spine, and gotten some blood on her hands. It was in her bloodline's personality to be okay with killing those who got in someone's way. If he hadn't known that little tidbit about her family tree, he would've been fed up by now.
The Boss wanted her alive for some reason. He didn't know why, but at the same time, he didn't care enough to ask.
All he wanted was revenge on Kira. Or, well, what Kira's Ancestor did to his precious baby brother. If anyone else died, it was a means to an end. In the same way, Kyoka was a means to an end. Once her use was done, he'd get rid of her. There was no point in dragging around nothing but dead weight.
Takiyuma frowned as he leaned against the wall. He was sticking to the shadows because the sun was still out. He hated the summertime because the moon took forever to come out. If he stepped even one toe out of the shadow he was basking in, he'd engulf in flames. The last thing he wanted was to do that.
U.A.
Those brats were being held up at U.A. and he wanted to kill them. Unfortunately, U.A. was far too heavily defended. He knew that he wouldn't be able to step foot on their soil for long enough to do anything.
He had a feeling that those brats were starting to get too comfortable… Far too comfortable. He was going to need to spice things up a bit. But how? How was he going to do that?
Takiyuma fiddled with a Stand Bullet in between his fingertips. He couldn't call upon any of his co-workers. The Boss wouldn't allow it. Not unless it was for a good reason. Even if he was the head of Perucssores damnatorumhe didn't have supreme authority over his co-workers. The Boss did. He could suggest they do something, but The Boss authorized it. Especially after Asahina fumbled so badly against someone without a Stand, and for The Man Without a Name to fail, too.
If they discounted himself and the newbie he was currently training. There were only three others left. Three assassins remained to get the job done, and they were already spread thin as it was.
So, Takiyuma had to improvise. He had made a pitstop at the Shie Hissaikai to collect four Stand Bullets, much to Overhaul's annoyance. Then again, since when did he care about a petty human's complaints? Nevertheless, he got what he wanted, and now, he was stalking the outside area of U.A. 's campus, waiting for a few of those General Course students to walk on out.
Everyone has the capacity for evil. It was something that Takiyuma firmly believed. Even his brother had instances of it when his Greed took over. Shigechi was truly someone he believed in. And when he died at the hands of that bastard Yoshikage Kira, he vowed to make sure that his Bloodline suffered.
It was why he became a Vampire, and why he had thrown away his humanity!
He had been standing just outside of the campus for what felt like an hour now, shrouded in the darkness that was the alleyway from across the street. He knew it was almost past their curfew thanks to The League's mole, so he had a short window of opportunity.
And finally, after what felt like an hour, someone from U.A. walked in front of the alleyway. It was a plain-looking girl with short brown hair styled in a pair of pigtails and brown eyes. If the student registry list was to be believed, then this person was Chikuchi Togeike. They were petite teenager, and… why did he always come across those kinds of girls? First Kyoka Jirou, and now this person.
Maybe it was just his dumb luck. Bah, whatever. He had a job to do.
Reaching out from the darkness, he grabbed the girl by the scruff of her uniform and dragged her into the alleyway. No one seemed to notice, even as the girl screamed. He quickly silenced her by grabbing her mouth and gripping it with ferocity. It drew a small amount of blood, and that had been more than enough to get him hungry.
"Feeding can wait. I need to use this one as a pawn!" As Takiyuma said, a part of his hair turned into what could only be assumed to be a tendril. It was a flesh bud. He had done some research on a man named DIO. DIO had this ability as a vampire, and he had long since strived to mimic it, among many of the other abilities that DIO had.
As the teen screamed and clawed at his hand, trying to get him to let go, he implanted the flesh bud into her forehead, making the teenager wince and cry out in pain. "Hush little baby, don't say a word, Daddy's gonna get you a mockingbird ~. And if that mockingbird doesn't sing, Daddy's gonna break its neck! So SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
With the flesh bud implanted, Takiyuma stabbed the girl with The Stand Bullet. She fell to the floor, convulsing as Takiyuma smiled. After a while, the girl stopped moving. A part of him thought that she died, but a second later, her finger twitched, and then her leg, and then, she slowly began to sit up like a lifeless corpse, face devoid of emotion.
"Good…." As Takiyuma drawled, he looked down upon the girl and smiled. "You hate Yoshihara Kira, don't you?"
"Yes… she stole a spot in the hero course, even after being arrested for murder…" Togeike replied, her voice carrying hints of venom. "If it wasn't for her… I'd be in the hero course!"
Takiyuma's smile widened. Flesh buds brought out the worst qualities in people, and to see that this girl already hated Yoshihara Kira without him having to twist her memories…! It was perfect! And, considering she survived The Stand Bullet, that meant she was now a Stand User. All he had to do now was give her a target and send her on her way.
"Remember these names: Yoshihara Kira, Josefumi Kujo, Karera Sakunami, Ochako Uraraka, Shoto Todoroki, and Midoriya Izuku. With your newly awakened Stand, you should easily be able to take these people on. Kill them! Kill them all! And you'll get what you rightfully deserve!" Takiyuma commanded as Togeike nodded, bowing down to Takiyuma.
"Yes, my master…" Togeike said, her tone of voice devoid of anything except reverence.
"This must've been what it felt like. How DIO must have felt when he had loyal followers! Ah, this is the greatest high! Truly, nothing except killing that pathetic pest Kira Yoshihara will allow me to achieve anything greater!" Takiyuma thought, before commanding Togeike to rise. "Go, my loyal follower. Do as your master has told you! Do not disappoint me!"
And with that, Togeike was gone, walking back to U.A. with a purpose in mind.
Someone was going to die. And if he was lucky, it would be one of those brats he just listed off. He still had three more bullets, so should Togeike fail, he'd just make another Stand User pawn. If he couldn't use his co-workers, then he'd just make more followers.
Either way, Takiyuma got what he wanted.
He always got what he wanted.
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