Of Flames And Quirks And Harmony

CHAPTER 2: Let Hope Arise (insert sarcasm there)

Mikumo Akatani was on a mission. Another hit-to-kill mission. Target: son of the Underground Hero: Eraserhead (spats the name), Hitoshi Shinso. Distinctive features: purple hair, purple irises encased in droopy eyes under overgrown eye bags, face in a perpetual bored expression. Said underground hero were interfering some of his boss' works so they needed to distract him away: by killing his son.

He hid behind a wall. He was tailing his target for quite some time now. First step in completing a mission perfectly: reconnaissance. You need to know your targets habits. And from what he has gathered, Shinso has changed from the time their informants had last checked him. The information had Hitoshi Shinso in a close-knit relationship with his adoptive father, Eraserhead. If everyone calls the rather avoiding shit Hitoshi has been doing a tight relationship, then Mikumo does not know what it is they consider as close. He doesn't have any experience in close ties. And from the things he's picked up from his observations since 2days ago, Hitoshi and Eraserhead are nowhere near being father and son.

'Doesn't matter', Mikumo thought. He's dying tonight. He looked down from his perch on a certain roof, where he could see his target. He smirked; Hitoshi doesn't know what would be happening to him. It'd be too late before he'd realize it, since Mikumo loves to play with his victims first before killing them. No, he does not do torture. He plays by giving chase. The slim hope rising to his victims chest as they try to run away from him. Oh, how he loves to trample that wishful thinking; just like how Izuku's his was completely and utterly and very unforgiving crushed to little bits of pieces. He put one foot forward, resulting to his fall as there were no more roof to step on. He crouched his body to a fetal position to evenly distribute his weight. He could practically feel the cold night air hitting his face as he jumped down, adrenaline pumping through his legs and feet as gravity started to close the distance between him and his target.

Mikumo landed perfectly against the asphalt floor, feet and hands all together like how Spiderman lands. Another lopsided grin graced his face as he glared his big, round eyes to the frantic figure running away from him, trying so desperately to save his own life. He zoomed in his target as whipped out his gun. He aimed with unerring perfection. He unlocked the safety mechanism. He was waiting for the perfect hope-crushing timing before pulling the trigger.

Tsunayoshi Sawada was walking down the street, on his way to the train station to ride for home. School is currently on Christmas break, and the rest of his friends went ahead and were at Italy, where he is to go to soon; he just needed to fetch a few of his mom's items that she needed for the trip. A sharp pain shot through his head, causing him to tumble a bit. He knew at once that it was his Hyper Intuition, with the sudden pain and prick at the gut as it's telltale signs. He's learned to filter out information that kept coming in from the alien of his mind, but when it was something big it'd give him a headache. A headache where the pain is as intense as the situation is. He whispered excuses to the people he had bothered with his sloppy walk as he went according to the directions the alien in his mind is telling him to go. Upon arriving, he saw the green head pointing a gun at the purple head's running back. As he recognized the green head as Mikumo Akatani, who is a hitman for the Estraneo Famiglia (or what's left of them after Mukuro's massacre), he dived in to help the purple head, his metal-gloved hand covering the barrel of his gun. And an upper cut to his chin by his enflamed wrist.

That was when Hitoshi decided to look over his shoulder to see if he was still being pursued. He stopped so suddenly in his tracks that the imbalance of his weight hit him and made him tumble down, but his eyes were still glued to the fighting scene before him. The green head was being overpowered by a brown haired man. The latter delivered a head chop to the formers nape, rendering him unconscious. His eyes went wide with mixed emotions. Fear, as he was about to die just seconds ago. Relief, as he was just saved by another party. Shame, as he did nothing to protect himself amidst the training he's had from his adoptive father. Frustration as he did not bringing his capture scarf. Embarrassment, because looking at it now, he might not be the one pursued; rather, he was caught in the crossfire's. Hey, it's common reaction to run away if you've fallen victim to a fight that you were never connected to begin with, right? The brunet turned to him, mouth open, saying something, but Hitoshi wasn't paying attention because "holy shit! Your head's on fire!"