Itsumi Midoriya viewed the world differently opposed to her brother's beliefs. She never really found the admiration for heroes, nor did she see the greater good. To put it simply, her mind was something different.
People always noticed her offsett...
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IT WAS NIGHT time when Itsumi sat in her bedroom while in front of her computer. Despite majoring in Computer Science, she still had her other general classes. In her Japanese Studies class they were learning about folklore. Their project was to choose a being or creature to write about, and despite her interest in the others, her attention always came back to the kitsune.
They were said to be very intelligent creatures that possess paranormal abilities that increase as they get older and wiser. They're basically a supernatural version of a fox, and foxes already interested her. Foxes, themselves, are cunning, a powerful possessor of intelligence, but most of all, they're a symbol of good fortune.
Everything but the good fortune, the parallels between the fox and herself were very uncanny.
Of course Kitsune were popular among the Japanese culture, but the more she wrote for her paper, the more she couldn't help but become every word she wrote. She was Itsumi, but she was also a kitsune. She was a fox in the henhouse.
Itsumi smirks, she was a vixen.
Sure, the term vixen as an adjective was insulting, but she's more focused on being the literal term - a fierce woman. And with the help of using the symbolic take on kitsunes, she'll show everyone just how powerful she is.
She is Vixen.
With that conclusion, Itsumi feels a shift in her reality. It's like everything's fallen into place. Like a chessboard, every piece planned and ready to be moved.
With her newly acquainted alias, the Midoriya girl could continue her crimes in killing. The world will no longer know the name Body Crush Killer, no, to the world she will be known as Vixen. The new and rising dangerous, and equally notorious, killer in Japan! With this identity she can be as deadly as she wants, spilling as much blood as she could - enough to paint towns red, with this she can truly be free!
Getting up from her spot at the desktop, Itsumi walks to her closet and rummages. She knows it's in there somewhere, she remembers saving it. Reaching between a pile of blankets, her fingers touch the familiar item of wood. Pulling it out, her eyes meet the sight of her old Kitsune mask. She got it when she was younger, a few years ago. The mask was traditionally made of a light weight wood that's painted in white and red, a common mask for festivities.
She got it on a rare summer where she actually spent time with her family by taking them out to a fair. Her mother got the Okame mask whilst her brother got the Blue Devil. But ever since, the mask was useless to her, and she only kept it because she liked foxes. However, now the mask is proving useful.
