In Loving Memory

*shakes you by your shirt collar violently* WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?

The cafe seemed entirely silent for a moment, but then the world continued without them. Sakura slowly climbed back into her chair, and held her face in her hands. Peter scrambled to his feet. "Hey kiddo, are you okay?"

"No, not even close," she rasped. "I can't believe he would do something like that." She shook her head. "He's annoying, but I had no idea he would kill somebody."

"What are we going to do now?" Izuku asked.

"I have no idea." Sakura muttered. Izuku was utterly shattered, but slowly everything began to make sense. How the ghost in Shigaraki's cell seemed so familiar, how Yosuke seemed to already know him, how Izuku felt so uneasy about his presence, and how familiar he seemed.

"Why did he kill me?" Izuku asked hoarsely. "I didn't do anything to him."

"Some people are just evil, kid," Peter said.

Suddenly, something clicked in his mind. "He said he was killing me on orders."

"What?"

"You heard it, right? 'Sorry, I've got orders.' He's answering to somebody." Izuku floated to his feet.

"The question is, who is he answering to?" Sakura said quietly.

"That's what I've got to find out." Izuku tried to ignore how nervous he was about the situation. He had to think. "I need to find Yosuke."

Sakura pushed back her hair. "I might know where he could be," she grimaced. "But you're not gonna like it."

Izuku was sure if he had talked to his past self and told him that one day he'd be going to a bar sometime after sunset while looking for his murderer, he would have looked at himself suspiciously and then run away. He wrinkled his nose as soon as he saw the building. "He hangs around here? Ew." In truth, the building looked well taken care of, at least on the outside. The sidewalk was pressure washed, ivy and moss weren't anywhere in sight, and the neon sign above the door was fully operational.

What he didn't like was the idea of being anywhere near the place. The idea of alcohol and what it did to people made him uneasy, and Izuku had never liked a lot of noise and flashing lights. Unfortunately, this looked like the kind of bar that had all three, and a few of the people going inside already looked a little tipsy.

"Yeah," Sakura sighed. "He likes to haunt the place after dark. Says it's a good place to scare people. Everyone there is already pretty delirious, so it's a good place to cause trouble. Lots of ghosts like him haunt the place."

"Poltergeists?"

"Specifically pranksters who can interact with the world of the living. They get a high off of making people look stupid or harming them. Yosuke is a bit nicer, if you can even call him that. He mostly just pulls pranks. Confuses people, takes their drinks, maybe trips them. Nobody notices because most of them are drunk." She grumbled. "I don't want anything to do with anyone in there like him. Never have. But I'm gonna help you find Yosuke and I'm gonna chew him out when we do."

"Are you old enough to go inside?"

"I'm in my fourth year of college, what do you think?"

"Right." Izuku nodded, and followed close behind Sakura as she entered the bar. The line was somewhat long, but it only took a few minutes to get inside. Izuku tensed up upon floating into the building, but tried to ignore it. Why couldn't I have just waited for tomorrow? He thought. Then again, he argued, this was very important. This was about his murder, something he'd had no idea had happened for almost a whole year. And more importantly, his death had been ordered. Someone had thought that Izuku was important enough to need to kill.