Daughter of King

Chapter 1

Credit to Jesselaroux who I commissioned this from. Didn't write a single bit of it, only the concept of this I created. She writes good so go check out her stuff.

Lily wandered back and forth on the sidewalk in front of the apartment building, nervously clutching at the manilla folder in her hands. Its contents were possibly life changing and had cost way too much money to just turn back and pretend she'd never read it. There was a small part of her that was guilty for using her power as a B Class Hero to pressure the Hero Registration Office to get her the address and she knew that, if the person inside really wanted it, she could be arrested or fined an exorbitant amount. That was why she hadn't told Miss Blizzard or the rest of the Group about her plans. They would have come with her, if she'd asked, if only for moral support—Miss Blizzard might even have helped to pay for it, but Lily didn't dare impose like that! So, Lily was standing outside the building, nervously debating whether or not she should enter.

Finally, she steeled her nerves enough to press the button for the apartment listed on the rumpled paperwork. For a moment, she hoped he wouldn't be home. She'd have an excuse, then. Shame filled her at her cowardice. Why was she so afraid? She as a B Class Hero at the age of 14! How many other people out there could say that? She'd fought plenty of Monsters with the rest of the Blizzard Group, and even on her own! Meeting one man shouldn't be so terrifying.

It was, though. When a deep voice came through the tinny speaker, she stiffened bodily, terror gripping her from the inside. What if he hated her? What if the reason she had to hunt him down like this was he didn't want to be found? What if he pressed charges for invasion of privacy and all the work she put into being a Hero went down the drain in a single instant?

"Hello?" She came back to herself with a start. "Is this the delivery?"

"U-um," she said hesitantly, too busy trying to find the right words to realize the voice felt way too familiar. "I-I have something for you from the A-Association."

He was a Hero. The fact that his DNA was on file with the Registration Office, in the first place. If he was a low ranking Hero, then he would jump at the chance to receive something from the Association and, maybe, hopefully, having a B Class daughter would be a nice surprise.

"Geeze," the voice on the other end sighed. "What do those guys want now? Come on up, I guess."

Oh no. To have that kind of attitude toward the Association, he must be at least an A Class!

Lily nervously stepped into the building, the door unlocked by the unwitting Hero several floors above. After pressing the right button, she leaned against the back of the elevator, worrying at her bottom lip and trying valiantly to keep up her courage. Worst case scenario, he didn't want her. That was fine. Really. It wasn't like she'd ever had a father before, anyway. She was being selfish by going this far to meet him, she knew, so she really couldn't expect him to just open his door to her, no questions asked. She had to be satisfied with knowing his face.

By the time the elevator came to a stop, she had thoroughly squashed her hopes into something more reasonable, but her heart was still fluttering against her ribcage as she walked down the hall. With every door she passed, her knees felt weaker. There was no way this man would be scarier than a Monster, right? She'd met a lot of scary humans, too! Even if he was an A Class, he couldn't possibly be scarier than S Class Genos! He probably hadn't even met the famous cyborg, unlike her. Right! She'd built up her life without him, so there was no way just one conversation with him could tear it down!

All the confidence she'd built up still wasn't enough to make knocking any easier. Her raised hand shook and she swallowed dryly as she rapped her knuckles against the door. It opened immediately, revealing a tall, well built man in a hoodie and sweats. The top of her head only came up to his chest, so she had to crane her neck back to look at his face.