Chương 63: Chapter 7: Final Exams: 3
Things were not looking good. That was the consensus that the group of seven standing in the woods was having, as none of them wanted to deal with the drama that was going on in the Dorm of Class 1- A. The first thing Yoshihara heard when she took a step inside was more of the same and at this point, she was reaching her limit with all the garbage that was being spewed.
It wasn't her fault. Really, it wasn't. She didn't want any of this. Yoshihara just wanted to go to hero school as Nemuri had intended, maybe make a friend or two, become a hero even if it was only out of pure happenstance and her luck, then do work as an Underground Hero specifically scheduled around the nighttime so that the daytime was reserved for her relaxation and quiet life.
But, of course, as luck would have it, Fate seemed to be of the mind that doing that was pretty much impossible. Almost as if that bitch knew what she was trying to do, her mother came along and tried to kill her, and then when Yoshihara killed her in retaliation, she was painted as the bad guy.
It was a story that she had listed off to so many people now that she was starting to get sick and tired of repeating it. And then, when she did, she was still called The Bad Guy in that scenario. It was really pissing her off that no one was willing to understand that she was in the right back then. Especially by people who had already known the truth. Case in point: Yaoyorozu Momo. At this point, she was just being, for lack of a better word, a bitch about it.
What was worse was that it wasn't just Yaoyorozu. But, she was one of the people who continued the vicious cycle. It was an entire half of the class. If it wasn't for the fact that these people were supposed to be her peers, she would've done something about it. Something violent.
The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like a loop. One that she was starting to hate more and more as the days went by. And it wasn't as if she could switch hero classes, because it would be the same fucking thing, and she knew it.
One day, she'd be fine, water completely under the bridge and Yoshihara gets to thinking that perhaps, just maybe, she can finally re-integrate herself with Class 1 – A and stop being the black sheep. Then something stupid has to happen and then all of that progress gets washed away.
Twice, this has happened now.
The first time it happened was just after her mother jumped her and, well, that story doesn't bear repeating anymore. The Sports Festival comes and goes, people understand her perspective if only a little bit and the internships happen. Things are looking up, and now, maybe, just maybe, she could have a little bit of peace. Of course, then that thing with being pregnant happened, and that blew the wind out of her sails for a few minutes, but she was able to get that resolved and things were finally going in a path that allowed her to be at peace!
And then, something stupid happened.
Ida dies because of a Vampire, and now the fingers are back to being pointed at her and now Kujo for something they didn't even know yet and were apparently supposed to know—because she's a Joestar and had connections with the Speedwagon Foundation, and she just should have known because fuck logic, right?
Then, just as things are finally starting to die down, her father shows up and makes a whole mess of things. He introduces everyone to the concept of Stands, something that Kujo and herself had been trying to keep secret for everyone's safety, and then her father turns around and reveals it to everyone, and then goes on to stake the fire some more by saying some people already knew about them.
And then… and then he brings up fate. Something that gives you free will, but strips it from you if the universe decrees that something has to happen. And Ida's death was apparently one of those things that Fate decided had to happen.
That scared Yoshihara. It really did, because that meant there would come a time when her Death was all but guaranteed and she'd have no say over it. And where normally that would make someone cower away and never show their face ever again, Yoshihara thought it over and realized just how stupid that kind of paranoia was.
She had been paranoid before. In fact, it was recent, and it gave her a delusion of something that hadn't happened when it really did. She was never going to let paranoia take her over like that again.
Tossing that little tidbit aside, things might have gotten better if it hadn't been for one person. One, singular, person. And his name was Katsuki Bakugo. For whatever reason he might have had, the other explosion-based person of Class 1 – A was hellbent on making her life hell.
"Why?" Yoshihara muttered, earning Izuku's attention while the others talked amongst themselves. Ashido was talking to Jojo about something with Uraraka, Maria and Giorgio were off in their little world talking in their native tongue about something, which left Izuku and herself.
"What's up, Yoshihara? Something on your mind?" Izuku asked, his voice low so as to not interrupt everyone else's conversation. Yoshihara's eyebrows knit together as she stared at the ground.
"I just… don't get it. Why does Bakugo keep trying to stir the pot? Seriously, I don't get it," Yoshihara replied as Izuku raised an eyebrow.
"I mean… I can't say I understand what you're saying. Yeah, Bakugo is, admittedly, an asshole but stirring the pot? Sure, he's loud and he lets others know what his opinion is and… oh… I get it now," Izuku said as Yoshihara hummed.
"Uh-huh. Well, you know him the most out of the two of us. Why does he do it? There has to be a reason," Yoshihara questioned as Izuku sighed, putting his hands in his uniform pants pockets.
"Well… at Aldera, everyone listened to him because he was the "cool kid" so to speak. The teachers loved him, the other students adored him, and… well, he pretty much ran the school. Kind of like a mob boss," Izuku said, chuckling to himself. "He could get away with damn near anything he wanted. He got to pick on anyone he wanted to, and no one would bat an eye."
Yoshihara frowned, her eyes narrowed. "I see… but, that doesn't explain why he still acts like that. People have knocked him down time and time again. He should've learnt to be better by now. If not because he wasn't king shit anymore, but to be a better hero."
Izuku scoffed, leaning against the tree as a small frown formed on his face. "Well, that's because of how he views heroes. He views them as nothing more than villain-fighting machines. That's what everyone, his parents included, said. To be a hero you have to be strong—stronger than everyone else. And whenever he saw someone stronger than him, or at least someone who he thought was stronger than him, his attitude just got… worse. I think… that might be why he hates you the most, Yoshihara."
At this, Yoshihara raised an eyebrow. "And not because I am a "no-good murderer with privilege?" I mean, that's what Shoji called me before we left the dorms," the blonde stated as Izuku shook his head.
"First of all, ignore them, anything they say at this point is beyond listening to considering they're refusing to acknowledge the reality of that—which honestly is starting to get on my nerves now, but I digress. Secondly, think about it. Your Stand lets you create bombs. His whole thing is explosives. You're basically a more powerful, less hot-headed version of him. And it's pissing him off. He's doing what he did to me at Aldera. He's singling you out, making the class hate you, and trying to bully you into submission. I've already confronted him once about it back at the graveyard when we went to my mom's funeral, but… it obviously hasn't worked," Izuku lamented as his frown deepened.
His whole demeanour was that of someone who was just… done. Yoshihara understood why. Before she had met Izuku, he saw Bakugo as someone who could be a good hero. Something that could be possible. She could see what Izuku probably saw. He was strong, and he was charismatic—how else was able to wrap a classroom around his thumb like that?
The problem stemmed from the fact that he, as a person, was a rancid sack of putrid shit. His personality was that of a power-hungry, egotistical, narcissistic helion who thought that the world revolved around him. It probably wasn't helped by the fact that for most of his life, it did. If Izuku was right in what he said, then everyone inflated that ego.
But now, he is in the U.A.. Now he was surrounded by those who were, for lack of a better term, his equals. He was no longer in a place that fueled his delusions of grandeur. Not the teachers, not the classmates, not anybody. And she noticed that he was starting to mellow out. It was visible in how he treated others.
But then she murdered her mother.
Yoshihara was going to give Bakugo the benefit of the doubt and assume he didn't realize what he was doing at first. He made his opinion known to the class after everyone also made it clear that they were not a fan of her, and suddenly, he and everyone else had their enemy. Everyone except Izuku, Josefumi, Karera, and Uraraka. Ashido was stand-offish about the whole thing, which was fair, but everyone else? They jumped on her like a shark did a baby seal.
Over time she was able to get others to think that she wasn't all that bad. The only person who refused to believe it was Bakugo. Bakugo kept hating her no matter what was said. And then Inko and Ida died, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. He let his opinion known loud and clear, and because of his charisma, whether he knew it or not, everyone who already believed she was evil for what she had done, even with the context, jumped ship with him.
He could have tried to course correct. Could've told everyone to just fuck off like he usually did, but he didn't. He encouraged it. And now that he had a group of people who listened to him more than everyone else—now that he had the ironclad grip on most of the class as he did back in Aldera, he ran it and abused it.
At that point, all benefit of the doubt was gone. Bakugo knew what he was doing, and any excuse to paint him in a favourable light was gone. Every new problem that couldn't be explained was now slapped onto her list of "crimes" that she now had, along with Jojo, just to drag him under the bus as well.
"I see what you mean… but that begs the question, what exactly did he do to you at Aldera? Why did he hate you? You were Quirkless, right? If your assumption is correct, and he's lashing out because he views me as a stronger version of him, why would he then waste his time on someone he would then view as inferior?" Yoshihara asked, confusion in her tone of voice as Izuku bit his lip.
"I… I don't know. I still don't know. But, if I were to guess? It was because he saw me as a threat. If someone powerless like me could become strong, even if it was only a little, then what did that mean for him?" Izuku stated as Yoshihara frowned. She was going to say something, but Izuku continued.
"He did everything he could to beat me down. He told me that I was useless. That I would never amount to anything. He told me that the only thing I was good for was being a stepping stone to his success. He would use his Quirk on me and hurt me to the point of not being able to properly walk. He would have his… goons use their Quirks on me, and the staff allowed it to happen. When my former teacher, Adachi-sensei, told the class that I had signed up for U.A., Bakugo lost it." As Izuku spoke, Yoshihara listened. Her blood was boiling as more and more came out of Izuku's mouth.
The more she learned, the more she wanted to punch Bakugo in the mouth. To beat him into a corner and make him realize just how much of a piece of shit he really was. No one and she meant no one, ever told Izuku that he was useless.
She knew what it was like to be called those things. She knew what it was like to be beaten and bruised. She knew what it was like to be abused. Because that was what it was. Izuku was describing his abuse at the hands of Katsuki Bakugo. And as far as she was concerned abusers didn't get the right to call themselves people. They were monsters. She would know, her mother was one.
And while she was content, if not only a little bit, to allow Izuku to deal with it himself. To attempt to settle the score while trying to be nice to him, that idea filtered away as Izuku said something, most likely by accident, that sent her off of her rocker.
"After school that day, which was the same day as the sludge villain incident, Bakugo approached me with a few of his goons, the same goons whose Quirks were used to dowse me in water," Izuku's breathing started to become shaky, and Yoshihara was a little worried. She held his hand, passively letting him know that he was safe—just like he did with her in her dorm when she was in the middle of a panic attack. His hand squeezed around her own as he let out a shaky sigh.
Unbeknownst to the two of them, everyone was now listening, as Izuku continued.
"He… he blew up one of my hero analysis notebooks, threw it out the window and… he looked me dead in the eyes, with a mocking tone of voice and a steaming hand, and told me to… he told me that I…." His voice faltered, his eyes watering and his body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Yoshihara was about to tell him to stop so he could control himself, but then he spoke.
"He told me that I should take a swan dive off the roof, and pray for a Quirk in my next life."
The words travelled into Yoshihara's ears, and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Anger surged through her as it did back when her mother said she was going to kill her friends, back when Taro said he was going to kill Izuku, and back when Bakugo had threatened Izuku.
She didn't know that back then all of that was happening. If she had known she would've done something. If she had known, then she would've made sure Bakugo would have regretted it. She had chalked up Bakugo to being just a bully. That was her mistake. She should've done something to the boy—something more meaningful than a punch to the face.
She couldn't have done anything back then, because she didn't know the full extent of what that boy had done.
But she sure as shit could do something now.
But first, she needed to calm down Izuku. Dial back the anger and soothe him. Once that was done, she was going to make that piece of shit pay for all of the pain and suffering he caused to her Izuku.
She wrapped Izuku into a hug, as he cried into her shoulder. It was… a little awkward, that was for sure. She couldn't exactly put the feeling into words, but she understood that he was in emotional distress. So, learning from what he said and did when she was having her own panic attacks, she parrotted what he would've said to her.
"Izuku it's alright… you're okay…" Yoshihara kept her voice low because it was clear that he was extremely volatile. She rubbed his back, which seemed to get him to calm down if only a little. "C'mon, deep breaths. U-um… focus on my voice, alright?" As she said that, his voice hitched, his crying slowing down and his body shaking less. She looked over to Josefumi, who was looking at the two of them. His arms were crossed, and he looked to be extremely pissed off, probably about the same thing.
His expression shifted when he realized that she was looking at him to see if she was doing everything correctly, and when he realized that, he stuck his thumb up which meant she was doing a good job.
"You're at U.A., you're not at that place… Bakugo is not here right now. He can't hurt you. He won't hurt you ever again," Yoshihara said as Izuku's breathing slowly calmed, and his crying became more of a whimper.
"Y-You… you promise?" His voice sounded so… hollow. Broken. Empty. She felt horrible hearing it. How long had he held onto that? Why hadn't he told anyone? Was he ashamed of it? Yoshihara didn't know what Izuku's reasoning was for keeping something … like that hidden from everyone.
But now that she knew it. Now that Josefumi knew it. Now that everyone in the vicinity of Izuku knew about what Bakugo said and did… they all looked at one another and decided right then and there that Bakugo Katsuki was not going to get away with it.
And how fitting was it that the Final Exams were tomorrow?
Bakugo would not be able to attempt them…
Yoshihara knew it. Josefumi knew it. Uraraka knew it. Bucciaratti knew it. Zeppelli knew it. And Ashido knew it.
"Yes, Izuku. I promise."
"Okay…."
Because Bakugo Katsuki would not be able to walk. Bakugo Katsuki would not be able to move. Bakugo Katsuki would not be able to do anything when she got through with him.
Bakugo Katsuki was finished.
No one told her Izuku that he should kill himself, and got away with it.
The two separated, as Izuku wiped at his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, I… I should've just… I—"
"No," Josefumi stated, his tone flat. "In fact, don't finish that sentence. If you're about to say that you should've stayed quiet, then I'm going to sock you in the mouth. The fact you kept quiet about that for God knows how long is upsetting enough as it is," the purple-haired teen spat, eyes narrowed.
Izuku's mouth clamped shut, eyes wandering to the floor as he nodded. "I… I know. I should've said something earlier… but—"
"You didn't know how any of us would react, Christ almighty boy, sei stupido o cosa? I barely even know you—heck I just met you a week ago! But even if I knew you for only a day, hearing someone say that kind of shit to you… that's a line that no one crosses. Not in my familia, not at my old school, not anywhere. That's just wrong," Zeppelli ranted as Bucciaratti silently nodded.
"Deku-kun…" Uraraka muttered. "I… why? Why didn't you tell the Headmaster? Why didn't you tell anyone? That kind of thing… that's a crime, Deku-kun… Bakugo committed a crime. It's considered involuntary manslaughter! Well, it would've been if you… oh God, what the hell was he thinking?!"
There were very few times when Uraraka was genuinely mad at someone, or at something for that matter. But the look of fury on her face was so out of place. Ashido was none too happy either, she looked just as mad if not moreso.
But when he turned to look at Yoshihara, who was staring at the floor, what Izuku saw nearly gave him a heart attack.
Her expression was murderous.
"I'm going to kill him."
It wasn't a suggestion. The way she spoke it, the way her eyes went from neutral to narrowed, the way her body language was as calm as the ocean, and the way her hands were balled up into fists were all the things that pointed to her being dead serious about what it was she was planning to do.
No words were minced, or expressions changed, no nothing. She had stated what she was going to do, and that was the end of that line of thinking.
"Whoa there, Kira," Josefumi stated, placing a hand on her shoulder. "No, okay, look, hold on. Absolutely not."
Her head snapped from looking at the floor to looking at Josefumi. "Why the hell not? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."
"Because you'll get arrested, Kira," Josefumi stated as the blonde narrowed her eyes.
"Are any of you going to report me for it?"
Silence. No one spoke a word. No one except Josefumi.
"No. I think I can say for everyone that Bakugo should be beaten to death for half the things Midoriya rattled off, but I digress. However, by doing that, you're proving him right. Also, think about it, if Bakugo goes missing without a trace, who do you think is going to be questioned the most? Oh, I don't know, the person who has claimed, several times, that they can atomize things. Not to mention, let's say you do get pulled aside for questioning. Take two guesses as to who's going to be there," Josefumi continued as Yoshihara huffed out air from her nose.
"Naomasa Tsukauchi…" Yoshihara bit out.
"And what is his Quirk, again?" Josefumi asked as Yoshihara sighed.
"Lie Detector…"
"Exactly," Josefumi said, arms crossed. "So, how about we do things the legal way? Instead of jumping the shark and beating the guy to death, or blowing him up to kingdom come, or anything like that. How about we report him to The Headmaster? From there, we can let The Headmaster deal with it. And knowing Nedzu, who has removed people from The Hero Course for less, I'm fairly certain we won't be seeing him again."
"Nifty idea and all, Fumi-kun, but uh… don't we kinda need proof?" Ashido asked with an eyebrow raised as Josefumi smirked.
"Funny you mention that," Josefumi stated as he whipped out his phone. "The moment Midoriya started going on about his life in Aldera, and when he started talking about how Bakugo, in everything but confirming it, abused him, I hit record faster than someone could blink." And just to prove it, he pressed the play button. It started in the middle of Izuku talking about how Bakugo would use his Quirk on him before he paused it.
"But that's just conjecture," Maria pointed out. "Where's the proof?"
"You're thinking in terms of court, Bucciaratti-san," Uraraka pointed out as Maria hummed.
"True…"
"Guys!" Izuku spoke out, his expression filled with worry. "Y-you guys don't have to do this, I mean… Bakugo… he—"
"Izuku Midoriya, if you try and say that we shouldn't do this because Bakugo can make a good hero, let me tell you right now that that… piece of shit scum fuck is not hero worthy. He never has, and never will be. If anything, he's a goddamn villain, especially after what you told me," Yoshihara spat as Izuku sucked in a breath.
"N-No, it's not that, I just… I don't want him to be removed from The Hero Course. I… I still think that he should deserve a chance to change. I-I've known him my whole life, and… he really isn't that bad. We both grew up wanting to be heroes… just because he did something in the past doesn't mean we should hold it against him…." As Izuku said that, Yoshihara smacked him up the back of the head, making him flinch. "H-Hey? What w-was that for?"
"For being stupid," Yoshihara bit out. "Absolutely the hell not. Izuku, you said it yourself, he's trying to do the same shit he did to you to me. And I for one am not going to tolerate him attacking me at random. He's lucky he hasn't decided to do that, because if he did that, I would kick his shins in backwards and disable him for life."
Yet again, her words were cold as stone, and the glare in her eyes reflected that she was being honest. It made Izuku shiver thinking about that. "Note to self, never make Yoshihara angry…"
"So, what, are we just going to report Bakugo to Headmaster Nedzu and be done with it?" Ashido asked as Yoshihara's cold expression changed to that of a smirk. A full-blown smirk. One filled with deadly intent.
"Oh no. I might not kill him… but I will break him. Izuku… can you give me his number? I want to have a little chat with him…."
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Bakugo stood outside of the U.A. Dorms, arms crossed and crimson red eyes narrowed. He stood just outside the gate, leaning against the fence with a frown on his face. For whatever reason, the psychopath wanted to talk to him. Why he even entertained that idea was beyond him, but he decided to go with it.
Besides, maybe he could finally get her to realize just how much of a monster she was.
"Heh, probably not. Words won't work…" Bakugo thought as small sparks went off in his palm. He hadn't been given a chance to actually beat the crap out of that murderer, but when the opportunity showed itself, he'd take it.
His class didn't need a villain walking around in the building.
And once he was done with her, he'd wipe the floor with the Assassin and the Mafia boy. Threats like that shouldn't be in his class. Hell, maybe he could get the Joestar removed too! Besides, it was all their fault. All of the class's problems turned out to be their fault in some way, shape, or form. Maybe not those villain wannabes at the USJ, but the other times? Those were on them.
And he was going to make them pay.
For Ida's death, and his aunt's death.
"I'm glad you could come, Bakugo," the psychopath's voice rang throughout the courtyard as the bitch approached from the pathway leading to the Dormitory. If he remembered correctly, the psycho was off in the woods with those other freaks, Round Face, Deku, and Pink Skin. Her hands were by her sides, and her expression was completely neutral. Then again, when was it not? The bitch always looked like she was neutral. And just as always, her eyes reflected no light. It was like he was staring at a corpse. "I, however, want to talk elsewhere. And if you're worried I'm going to do anything to you, a third party is there to watch us talk. So no fighting can commence."
"HA! Yeah, right, like I believe that!" Bakugo spat. "I've watched one too many movies about serial killers to know better than to follow a goddamn murderer!"
The psychopath's eyes narrowed. "Do you really think that I would kill a fellow student? The only people who have to worry about me are villains. And last I checked, you're not a villain, are you?" The way she said that last word… for some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine.
He scoffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Fuckin' fine. Whatever. Even if you were going to do something to me, I wouldn't let you do it easily." To that, the bitch rolled her eyes, turning her back to him. When she did, she started moving. Grunting, Bakugo followed after her.
For the first little bit, Bakugo didn't know where the bitch was taking him. That was until they got to the mouth of the forest that bordered the Dormitories. "Why the forest? The fuck does she think she's going to do?" Bakugo thought with eyes narrowed as they continued to approach.
As they got closer, he could make out that someone else was there. It was probably the third party, or whatever the fuck. As they slowly got closer and closer, he could make out who it was. Standing at the edge of the forest was the Joestar.
Immediately, alarm bells rang off in his head. What the hell was going on here? Why the hell was he here? And more importantly… why the fuck did he actually agree to come here? He stopped dead in his tracks once he saw the Joestar, lips formed into a grimace as he snarled. "The fuck are you two planning now, huh?"
He could've never seen what was coming next. Something slammed into his gut harder than anything he had ever experienced in his life. The blow was strong enough to suck all the air out of his lungs, alongside what sounded like something cracking under immense pressure.
Bakugo fell to the ground, wheezing as his vision became blurry. Then, the next thing he knew, something else slammed into the side of his head, knocking him over as he hit the ground with a thud. The left side of his hearing blanked out completely, as he felt something warm trickle down the side of his head.
Blood.
It was blood.
Bakugo tried to get up but his body shook and screamed at him to stop moving, pain surging through him as he wheezed. Barely any oxygen was getting into his system, but it was enough for him to continue breathing. The right side of his head fucking hurt and moving his upper body was extremely difficult.
Then, forcefully, he was brought up by some sort of invisible force—a Stand. They were using their Stands to attack him. Weakly he raised his right arm, but before he could unleash an explosion, his arm crunched like a pretzel with blood spurting in every direction. The skin was mangled, pieces of bone were protruding from his arm, and the pain was unbearable. Bakugo screamed in pain as he was thrown violently across the area, slamming into a tree, the tree cracking as a result.
He threw up his left arm, seconds away from throwing out an explosion, but when he did, a bubble popped on his arm. No explosion came, and his eyes widened. "W-What the f-fuck d-did you—"
"Shut up," the bitch spat as something shoved something into his mouth. If he had to guess, it was her Stand shoving something of it in his mouth. "Right now, Killer Queen, the name of my Stand, has put Sheer Heart Attack in your mouth. Sheer Heart Attack is a portable bomb that takes the form of a Tank. I can shrink it down to any size I want, and I've done that to this particular summoning of it so it can fit in your mouth, and thus, make you unable to talk. Because anything you say is irrelevant."
"W-What the fuck is going on…?!" Bakugo thought, eyes wide. There was a bomb in his mouth, and with how that bitch was looking at him… "Holy fuck… she's gonna kill me!"
Bakugo tried to move, but to no avail, as even moving his arm felt like a thousand needles were being stabbed into his body. He tried to scream, but it only came out as a muffled, muted cry. The bitch scoffed, rolling her eyes again. "Oh, please. I'm not going to kill you. If I did that, I'd be going to Tartarus for the rest of my life. I just wanted to put an iota upon you of what you did to Izuku back at Aldera."
"What… wait a fucking second…. Did that shitty Deku snitch!?" Rage filled his body, as did adrenaline. He scrambled, trying to move, but when he did, something smashed into his face, the lump in his mouth expanding as his jaw began to hurt. This time, it was the Joestar who glared at him.
Blood trickled down his nose and to his mouth, the blood dripping onto his tongue as he gagged. It was a weaker hit, but it didn't matter. His nose was broken now, as breathing in was a hassle and caused him severe pain. He could still, thankfully, inhale air through his mouth, so he wasn't going to suffocate, but that didn't stop the fact that his nose was fucking broken.
"I can only imagine the thoughts in your head right now. You're probably pissed off that Izuku told me what you did to him. What you said to him. If I remember correctly, you told him to "take a swan dive off a roof" right, Bakugo?" With each word that came out of the bitches face, her tone became more and more venomous. The look in her eyes screamed bloody murder, and Joestar's expression didn't look much better.
"Right now, as we're speaking, Headmaster Nedzu is being informed of what you did. I recorded the audio of Midoriya speaking about what happened at Aldera. Let it be known, Bakugo Katsuki. By the end of the day, you will no longer be in The Hero Course. Nedzu has expelled others for less, so I know you sure as shit won't be in the course for much longer," Joestar spat as he scoffed.
"You know, I really like this one particular phrase that I used to say a lot in Junior High School. I believe the term is "Fuck around and find out." I'm sure you're familiar with it. Reap what you sow, Bakugo. You're lucky I'm here. If I wasn't, I'm fairly certain Kira would've killed you ten times over by now."
As Joestar said that, footsteps rang out throughout the forest. But, there was no one else there. It put the other two on high alert. However, their backs were turned to where the footsteps were coming from. If he could've said something, he would've, but unfortunately, the bitch gagged him! A figure loomed in the shadows, the very figure making the footsteps. Golden yellow eyes peered in from the darkness, as Bakugo grunted, kicking the ground in the direction of the looming presence.
"What the hell are you doing?" The bitch snarled as Bakugo nodded forward.
"He's telling you to turn around, you idiot." The pair of golden yellow eyes spoke, making the bitch turn around. When she did, she took a step back, as did the Joestar.
"I don't know what I was worried about, the security here is weak, even with the upgrades it received… and sure, I had to use an umbrella, and it made me stick out like a sore thumb, but whatever. This forest completely covers me in shade… I'm perfectly fine," the voice of the eyes mused, causing Joestar to scowl.
"Who are you?!" Joestar spat as the voice laughed.
"None of your business, Josefumi "Joseph" Kujo. I'm not here for you. But your time will come, Joestar… After all, I cannot allow you to do any sort of avenging, right?" the voice spat, its eyes moving their attention to him. "Oh? What's this? A nosey little weasel? Ah, beaten, battered, and on death's door…. I suppose this was done by you, Kira? Fitting for your bloodline, don't you think? Always murdering people, never quite knowing why? It's an urge, isn't it? One you suppress… right?"
"Who are you?" the bitch growled. The voice, in turn, chuckled.
"Who am I? It doesn't matter who I am. All you need to know is that I've come to cleanse you of your sins. And the only way I can do that is to purge your existence from this world. Or, in a less poetic fashion. I'm here to kill you. Die."
Bakugo didn't know what it was that came over him at that moment. He hated that bitch. He hated her more than he hated Deku—and that was saying something. He wanted her gone. To leave the school and never come back. But there was a part of him that refused to see her die, the part of him that, he guessed, wanted him to be a hero.
It was corny. It was fucking stupid. It was almost cliché. Saving the person you hate from dying. But at the same time, he wasn't going to allow her to die unless he got to kick her shit in first. So, summoning whatever strength he had left, as the adrenaline from before pumped through his veins, he leapt up from the ground just as the voice's eyes glowed a bright purple.
"Kira! Watch out! It's him! It's The Vampire!"
"What?!"
Before the bitch—no… before Kira could react, Bakugo tackled her to the ground, and when he did, two beams of pure energy blasted from The Vampire's eyes. They cut through Bakugo's lower waist as if they were nothing, his legs faltering, as he slowly lost feeling in them as he began to fall. Bakugo growled, and when he did, he forced the invisible mass out of his mouth, shooting it toward the direction of The Vampire, screaming in rage.
"EAT SHIT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Bakugo roared, specks of blood flying out of his mouth as he fell to the ground with a weak thud.
Kira's eyes widened, looking up at Bakugo. Then, she scoffed. "Just when I thought you were a piece of shit bastard… you go and do something like that. Fucking hell…. Whatever, I owe you this, Bakugo Katsuki." As Kira spoke, she raised her hand and formed it into a detonator. "This is for Tenya Ida, you piece of shit!"
The Vampire's eyes widened, as the invisible tank bomb blew up, the explosion knocking everyone out of the forest with the exception of The Vampire. Bakugo's limp body dragged across the ground, his legs dragging along uselessly as he heaved, breathing as hard as he could. More footsteps raced to his side as he glanced around.
There was Deku and Round Face. Both of them looked horrified at his state of being, and standing to their immediate left was Eraserhead, eyes narrowed and expression filled with anger and confusion.
"What the fuck was that?! Can someone please tell me what just happened?!" Eraserhead's voice made itself known as Kira spoke up.
"The Vampire, sir… it broke in. It attacked us… Bakugo, it hurt him the most… but even so… he… he saved my life…." Kira said, her voice almost pleading. Why? Why was she pleading? "I know what you probably heard from that audio we recorded of Izuku… but… please sir, I know it was bad. I know what he did was unforgivable… but he saved my life. At the very least he should be allowed to have another chance… please."
Bakugo was about to interject, to tell them the truth. To tell them that Kira was the one who did most of this to him, but he stopped. He should, by all means, tell them that most of this was done by Joestar and her. By all rights, he should.
But… at the same time…. "She's covering for me… she said that nonsense about me losing my spot in the hero course after Deku snitched on me to her and her ratty friends… Fuck me. I'll get back at you for this, you goddamn bitch!"
Eraserhead looked down at him. Their eyes met, and Eraserhead's eyes narrowed. There was a gleam of contempt in his eyes, but it quickly faded away. "Goddamnit… alright, I'll consider it. Right now, we need to get him to a hospital. Recovery Girl can't heal all of that here. He's going to need countless surgeries…"
The adrenaline in his body slowly began to go away. When it did, the first thing he noticed was that he couldn't feel his legs. At all. He could see them, but they didn't function. The right side of his face was on fire, and his chest felt like it had been smashed with a bag of bricks. And all of that rush of pain did, was make things infinitely worse.
But, it wasn't as if he experienced that pain for very long, as not a moment later, he passed out from the pain.
xxXXxxXXxx
Takiyuma was extremely lucky he was a Vampire. If he wasn't, then he wouldn't have been able to heal the damage done to his body. The entire right side of his face was blown away, his upper shoulder and arm were gone, and there was a massive hole in the right side of his chest, just underneath his nonexistent right shoulder. Thankfully, he was healing, and it wouldn't take him long for it to fully finish.
However, what was on his mind above everything else, was why that boy who was seemingly beaten to near death by Kira still saved her from him. Even with that tank Stand in his mouth, even with all of the physical damage done to his body, he still leapt in, knocked Kira to the ground, and took the attack that was meant to hit Kira right in the head which then resulted in him most likely getting paralyzed, then he spat the tank Stand at him which allowed Kira to force him to retreat.
Anger flowed through his body. Right when he had her right where he wanted her to be, right in his line of sight, someone just had to play hero and save her fucking life! Why?! It made no fuckin' sense!
"Why? Why save the person who was moments away from killing him? It makes no fucking sense!?!" Takiyuma thought, growling in frustration, as a rift opened up in front of him. It was made of blue light, with what appeared to be stars and a pure white void dancing within it. The Boss stared at him, eyes narrowed and frown plastered on his face.
"You're lucky I was able to find you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to track you, Yunga?" The Boss spat as Takiyuma chuckled to himself nervously. He screwed up, big time. The Boss only called him Yunga when he was really mad.
"My… apologies Boss. As you can see, I'm… a little injured at the moment." As Takiyuma said that, blood squirted from his wounds, earning him a scowl from The Boss.
"Yes, but you'll be fine. Get up. We have to leave," The Boss said, as Takiyuma raised an eyebrow.
"Why not attack the U.A. while we are here? We need it gone if we are going to rise to the top once again! We have plenty of Stand Users, so why not! I mean, look around you, this is easy pickings, Boss!" Takiyuma said, eagerness in his voice as The Boss's eyes narrowed, causing The Vampire to flinch.
"Yes, yes, you're right. We should. You know, and while we're at it, why don't I dig us all of our graves? Star and Fucking Stripe is about to arrive. I think the fuck not. We are leaving. NOW."
"Star and Stripe… she's here…! Fuck!" The Vampire thought, scrambling to his feet and practically leaping into the rift. At the same time, a thunderous boom crashed just a few feet away, causing a dust cloud to rise from where Takiyuma once sat. As the dust settled, Takiyuma was able to see what was before him, and it made him cower in fear. There were only three people in the world that he feared the most. The Boss, Jonathon Kujo, and Star and Stripe. And standing right where he had once been was the titular hero, eyes narrowed in rage.
"Found ya, you mother fuckers. Now get ready for this American-style-ass-whoopin'!" Star and Stripe bellowed, rearing back her fist. Takiyuma cowered in fear, and just as Star and Stripe were about to unleash an attack that would easily kill The Boss if it landed, she just… froze. As if a pause button was pressed specifically on her.
The Boss smirked as Star and Stripe's eyes narrowed. "W-What is… going on…?" Star and Stripe bit out as The Boss chuckled.
"I think not, Cathleen Bate. As much as I would like to stick around and talk, I'm expending too much energy keeping you paused and having this rift open. So, I'll bid you adieu. Send my brother my regards."
And with that, they were back in The Boss's office. When they returned, the man kicked him in the ribs, making the Vampire tumble and slam into his desk, nearly causing it to tip over. Takiyuma looked up at the man, whose velvet purple eyes stared deep into his soul. There was a burning anger in his eyes, and it made Takiyuma shiver. "L-Look, Boss, I—"
"Shut your mouth, Takiyuma. I do not want to hear you speak for the rest of the week. I will return you to your warehouse, and you will find it in your bestest of interest to not talk to me until the week closes out. You have caused me a lot of trouble just by stepping on the U.A. soil. You allowed your grief for your brother to consume you, along with your hatred for The Kira Bloodline. We already agreed with The League Of Villains and All For One that your chance at killing her would be at The Training Camp that they are set to go to. Now, we'll be lucky if it isn't cancelled because of your little invasion! If you strike out like this again… I will kill you."
Yellow sparks flew off The Boss's body as Takiyuma shivered. The energy of the sun sparked and crackled, threatening to bounce off of The Boss's hands and onto his skin. It reacted violently to his presence, which only made Takiyuma fall backward to his rear, eyes wide in fear. "Hamon… you… you said you'd never…!"
"I've begun to realize that you are slowly becoming more of a burden than an asset, Takiyuma. You will get one more chance to prove yourself to be useful at this training camp. If you fail to do so, then either by Kira's hands or my own, you will perish. Now leave."
Another rift in Space and Time appeared underneath Takiyuma as he fell through it. When he did, he watched as the rift closed above him, and not even a second later, when his back hit solid ground, bones cracked and the floor splintered. Takiyuma groaned in pain, his teeth clenched together as his right temple finally fully healed along with his arm.
Familiar darkness blotted out his vision, only for his eyes to readjust accordingly after a few moments. He knew this place all too well, as it was the place that he was held up in 50% of the day. He was back in The Warehouse.
In a rage, Takiyuma screamed, ice forming around his arm as his hand slammed the concrete, flash-freezing the area around him.
He wasn't a burden. He was a goddamn Vampire! He was anything but a burden!
Kira got lucky! She got way too fucking lucky. But next time… next time she wouldn't. Next time, he'd fucking end her.
He was going to prove to The Boss that he wasn't a burden. That he was still a valuable asset. And once that was done, things were going to change. He was going to force it. He would force his will unto those who were beneath him.
He wasn't about to be tossed around like a used napkin. The Boss had his fun. But he was still a Human. Humans were weak. Vampires were strong. He became a Vampire to subsidize his weakness as a frail, old human.
He wasn't going to let The Boss toss him around anymore.
He was going to put him in his place.
"And then… after I kill Kira Yoshihara, and after I make sure The Boss understands his place in this world… everyone else in that fucking school will die too! Mark my fucking words, U.A.! You're about as good as fucking done!"
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