Prodigies - My Hero Academia

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Sunday, December 11, 20XX

Headlights brighten the quiet street ahead. Exiting the vehicle, two individuals dressed head to toe in black formal wear stare at a suburban, large yet dismal home. Flat lawn, clean cut, overall charming, and evidently innocent. The air is crisp and cold, thin clouds of smoke escape the mouth of the right man. Dropping a cigarette from his fingers onto the sidewalk that separates them from the home, he steps on it to diminish the open flame. Stagnant in the grip of the man on the left is a briefcase, handled with care in gloved hands. They are a pair of negotiators, half their faces obstructed by cloth masks out of respect for the homeowner's severe germaphobia. 

This is an unsuspecting neighborhood tainted by gang activity. The Yakuza, an infamous group that once reigned over these city streets, has been humiliated and defiled over recent years. In other words, swept under the rug as greater dangers threatened the lives of citizens and the rise of heroes. Members became old and withered, dying off with their traditions. Most of those still young and promising left out of fear and lack of funds. Protection and respect became unattainable as proclaimed villains and vigilantes soon found that hunting their own is nothing more than a fun game. The Yakuza is drowning in shame, but still desperately clinging to hope that an uprising will come soon. Feeding the black market with quirk enhancing drugs has kept them afloat, barely. The funds mostly going toward a new experiment. One with the opposite affect on a person's quirk, getting rid of it completely. 

The negotiator knocks on the front door, alerting a cloaked figure to answer. Sliding the door open just enough to see the snout of a plague doctor mask, the figure waits in silence for them to state their business. 

"Chisaki Kai."

"Your name?"

Reaching in his jacket, the negotiator holds up a business card, showing the insignia of red crowned crane outlined in gold. With that confirmation, they are allowed inside. The figure leads them down a dim hall to a ornate study to wait for the homeowner to be notified of their arrival. Organized bookshelves, a mahogany desk, and sheathed katana behind glass.  A time capsule of room, every decorative piece seems to be in fine condition and untouched by modernization. 

"Why are you here?" The voice is honeyed, but laced with irritation. 

At the doorway is another masked man, short brunette hair and bright, hazel irises. White, sterile fabric covers his fingers to knuckles, palms bare. Eyebrows furrowed, firm stance, he has no intention of giving those who entered his home a warm welcome. Chisaki Kai, quirk: Overhaul, the last pillar of the Yakuza succession. 

The negotiators stand from their seats adjacent from the desk, "You've been ignoring our letters for approximately four weeks now. A visit should be expected."

Chisaki Kai sighs, gaze meeting the floor when heading to his chair. 

"It has come to our attention that the mother is about to give birth. Our elders agree that this child has no reason to stay with you."

"The hell? The child is my blood. What makes you think you have the right to-"

"Our understanding is that this child will only be a distant cousin to you." The negotiator interrupts, "The Shie Hassaikai is not what it used to be, Chisaki. Shameful how your numbers and influence continue to deplete. It's almost sad considering how much effort you put into creating a branch, or should I say cult, in retaliation against what caused your gang's fall from glory in the first place."

Rolling his eyes, "Get to the point."

Nodding to the man on his left, the briefcase is then laid on the desk. Careful to open it, he reveals several stacks of currency for Chisaki to witness.