Angel of Death - [[Villain OC FanFic]]

Moonfish

While her first mission hadn't gone the way she thought it would, Yuka was pretty satisfied with her performance overall. She had managed to retrieve the information that Shigaraki wanted and she had prevented Dabi from getting the both of them killed. She certainly could have done without his bloodlust, but she had to admit that his quirk was indeed powerful. She wasn't going to admit it to his face though...

But she had let her emotions run wild during that first mission and she needed to make sure to keep them in check moving forward. She couldn't afford to let her anger run rampant, not if she wanted to succeed in her mission. Even after all this time, she still needed to work on repressing her emotions. If her old man had been alive right now, he would probably have scolded her from letting herself get riled up by Dabi's provocations.

After their meeting with Shigaraki, Yuka climbed the stairs of the hideout to head towards her new room. As expected, her suitcase had been left in the vacant room they had selected from her. It sat undisturbed in the middle of the room, waiting to be unpacked. The rest of the room was pretty barren, save from a single bed, a drawer to store clothes and a desk with a simple wooden chair. The bare minimum, in other words. This didn't bother her, as she was used to living out of cheap motels. This, in comparison, was actually kind of nice.

Once she had unpacked all of her clothes and belongings, she knelt down in the middle of the room to do her meditation. The day had been quite trying for her and she needed to calm her mind down. She was still thinking about Dabi and how frustrating he had been during their mission, but those feelings had no place in her mind. They needed to be crushed, pushed down until they were nothing but a bad memory. This is what her mentor had taught her. Control your emotions or your emotions will control you...

While she concentrated on the sound of her steady breaths, she could slowly feel the world around her fade away. She could feel her mind pulling away from reality as she was suddenly transported into one of her earliest memories. The air was humid with heavy rain pouring down from the sky as a couple stood at the door of their house. A woman was crying as her daughter was being taken away by a tall, dark man wearing a suit. The gleam of his glass eye caught the attention of the young girl as she fought back against him, trying desperately to return to her parents.

The next moment, the scene melted away like ink in a pool of water as Yuka's mind returned to reality. She let out a loud gasp as she opened her eyes, as though she had been holding her breath the whole time. She could feel herself sweating profusely. Why had this memory appeared to her now? Why was she reliving something she had no recollection of until now? She shook her head as she tried to push the feelings away. This was merely a test her own mind was putting her through. She would not be so easily vanquished by such an insignificant memory. This was a long time ago, a time that might as well have never existed in the first place. It served her no purpose to hold on to it any further, so she promptly pushed it down, imagining herself smothering it with a pillow as her mind returned to the calm state it was in when she had started her meditation. She went to bed soon after, feeling not so much relaxed, but more like an empty shell. An empty vessel devoid of emotion was preferable to having emotions that could compromise her. This was what Yuka had learned from her mentor before he passed away, and she needed to keep his teachings in mind moving forward with the League of Villains.

The next day, she awoke when a knock came at her door.

"Wake up, sleepy head!" She recognized Toga's voice on the other side of the door. "Bossman wants to see you."

Yuka let out a long sigh, combing her fingers through her hair as she stared up at the ceiling. She hadn't even eaten yet nor done her morning breathing exercises and the boss needed to see her already. Had she overslept? She checked the time on her cellphone. No, it was still relatively early. Then she remembered that one of the inmates being moved today was being transported around lunch time. Maybe he was the one Shigaraki had set his eyes on. With another sigh, she climbed out of bed and put on a loose hoodie, a pair of leggings and, of course, her mask. She also tied her hair up in a high ponytail as she emerged from her room looking a bit groggy still. She shuffled her way towards the bar area where all of her colleagues were waiting for her to arrive. Shigaraki was still sitting at his usual spot at the bar, with Kurogiri ever the vigil standing behind it.