FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

TWENTY SIX

(rewritten)

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX : BANSHEE

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"y/n l/n. quirk: healing fact-oh, another one? my bad. quirk: banshee! a terrifying triple threat of a power, this one's a real screamer. literally! with a piercing shriek that'll shake you to your core, she can disorient anyone within range! and that scary mist isn't just for theatrics, folks-it bends to her will, allowing her to craft anything she can coherently imagine! and if that wasn't enough, this haunting heavyweight can phase through solid objects for a short period of time! don't even blink. she'll slip right through your fingers."

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"y/n, why are you here?!" twice yelped. "we will be better off without you! begone thot."

"oooo! that new look makes you look scary, y/n!! i love it!!" toga exclaimed.

you ducked under the grey jungle and squeezed out before them. there was no one around and they were yelling out insults to an empty room. and for fuck's sake, i really wanna know what i look like.

all you could really do was look down- and eri's description was making sense now. a thin, crystal-like black sheen encased your body. it didn't inhibit your movement, though, in fact you could probably curl up with ease. it surrounded every inch of your body and cased the full length of your neck before stopping short of your chin. dark smoke evaporated off the black casing as if it were burning.

"i- i don't know what's going on with me." you mumbled, head tilting to the side swiftly as your lucidity was fading.

"it's weird..." toga came up to you and poked your arm with the tip of her nail. you heard a soft clink. "but why're you here anyway? thought you were sleeping with the boss."

"no, toga." you grit your teeth. "don't wanna talk about him. and overhaul kidnapped me last night, said he needed an extra healer." you grumbled. twice was still yelling insults periodically. "what're you even doing anyway?"

"sabotaging some stuff, you know. normal league business. anyway, what went on with tomura? i wanna know." toga pressed, humming happily.

you rolled your eyes. her hunger for gossip knew no bounds. you walked closer to twice drunkenly. "said i don't wanna talk 'bout it."

"ohhhhh did he screw it all up?" she mused, tapping her chin. the ground rumbled once more, but this time you heard a loud voice wailing from the distance. "sounds like tomura."

you frowned, but she wasn't wrong.

the ground gave way as the man behind the maze roared in anger, sending the three of you into a downward spiral to who knows where.

"wimpy guys are the weakest," you heard toga say, "so they look down on others from above."

you launched up from where you sat, towards that little opening in the ceiling that toga and twice were looking at.

how delightful! an enemy. you get to protect your friends and kill someone, all at once!

licking your lips in anticipation, you latched onto the ceiling, only now aware of the long ragged claws extending from your fingertips. your hand was unchanged underneath the murky haze obscuring your body, but it seemed you were able to manipulate your energy in space to take the form of whatever you desired. the black, crystalline claws allowed you to scale the walls, penetrating through the concrete with ease.

you let one hand dangle, raising it before you could even think about what to do next- and a spiral-like dark energy ripped itself from your palm. the familiar soothing circles of your healing stream was distorted and flipped on it's head. instead of its original restorative nature, this power was destructive and triangular, zagging through the air and piercing the person on the other end.

a booming moan of pain reverberated through the entire compound. you screamed as the sound fried your ears, your hands flying to cover them. without your traction, you fell.

twice caught you easily, his arms neatly tucked under your back and knees. you could tell he was grinning under his mask.

"way to go y/n!!" twice cheered, setting you down gently.

"we can leave overhaul to rot with the heroes now, babe. let's go." toga grinned.

they were right beside you but you couldn't hear them. or maybe you deliberately ignored them.

it didn't matter because irinaka stubbornly shifted the maze once more before he bit the dust, the ground splitting between you and the other two. your friends' voices were in vain as they called after you.

the ground was zooming like a conveyer belt. you were the suitcase, roughly transported to where the heroes were grouped, dizzy as you fell to the ground in front of them. but even as you picked yourself off the floor, there was no panic about getting caught.

"is that a nomu?" you heard a kid say.

"it doesn't look like the-"

"shut up and focus on subduing it!"

you hissed, your body reverting to its primal roots, consumed with nothing but the need to inflict pain. you easily dodged their attacks, your shadow-like fog creating a smokescreen.

"aizawa!"

"shit," you heard the teacher curse. "i don't have a visual."

your body was moving on autopilot, skillfully so at that. no one would have guessed you acquired this quirk an hour ago. the green-haired kid (you recognized him from shigaraki's murder map: izuku) fired up his quirk and electricity surrounded him as he leaped into the air, swinging a leg at you.

he phased right through you, zipping through your body as if you were a ghost.

you shifted your weight, spinning out of his way. your cloudy tendrils wrapped around his outstretched leg, yanking him back to you. when he was close enough, you grabbed him and slammed him into the ground, the metal floor underneath him denting under the impact.

distracted and hyperfocused all at once, you missed the two projectiles coming at you. they bounced off your arm, unable to get past your protective sheen. your head snapped to the rest of the heroes, discarding the boy to the side and charging towards them.

"aizawa!" this warning was much more uncertain now, fear evident in their voice.

and in the next instant, your quirk was deactivated. you felt a zing ripple through your body, your high plummeting and leaving you hot and fuzzy. a horrible headache bloomed in your head and your smoke dissipated. you hit the ground with a thump, a fever washing over you.

y/n was back. and you were in pain. everything hurt. everything ached. everything stung.

"not... a nomu?"

"probably another one of overhaul's sick experiments."

"i saw her with the league of villains... they were talking. i don't think she's in the same category as the kid."

"we'll chain her up until we can be sure. she seems to be unstable, so take the most precautions."

your eyes lolled back before they could even fasten the inhibitor collar around your neck.