𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘉𝘓𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌𝘙//𝘒. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 (𝘏𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴) 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

14. 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘌 𝘞𝘈𝘚 𝘔𝘠 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘉𝘌𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘐𝘛 𝘞𝘈𝘚 𝘉𝘈𝘛𝘔𝘈𝘕'𝘚

"Gone too far eh...? Why do you think I've gone too far? I thought that the two of us had a mutual understanding of some sort..." Stain sounded quite disappointed as he kicked the certainly dead hero to the side. "I do understand you. But I think you're getting carried away." Y/n clarified, jumping down from the roof that she was standing on. "And you aren't? Word spreads, we heard about your kill a few days ago, he was pretty close to the president wasn't he?" "I wouldn't call that getting carried away, I'd call it advancing in my goal. You're starting to kill the good heroes. What made you think that Ingenium was so bad?"

The two circled each other like piranhas. Stain dragged the tip of his long sword on the jagged cement, creating sparks and an irritating screeching sound. Y/n calmly unsheathed a clean, silver knife, her eyes never leaving his frame for a second. The question was who would make the first move. "This is about Ingenium then... I've told you many times before, Reaper, that All Might is the only true hero..." He rasped, his tenor voice sending shivers down her spine. As much as she claimed she was used to being in his presence, a year had gone by, and no one is truly used to looking at someone as terrifying as the hero killer.

"I beg to differ..." Y/n breathed, and with one swift motion, she stepped towards him and swung. The clang of metals was deafening. Stain flinched away from the flying chip of metal that Y/n's sword broke off. The two swords formed a sort of cross, and when Stain dragged his sword back, a piercing scraping sound made Y/n clench her teeth. "You were so on board with what I did before... what happened to you? Don't tell me you fell in love with a hero of something..." Stain asked, spitting at the word 'hero'.

"I was a kid when you taught me. A reckless, idiot kid–" She swung again, this time to block his attack. "But I've grown up now. And I realised that the world isn't as black and white as you made it out to be." Y/n panted, drawing her blade back and stepping away to charge up another hit. "He had a little brother y'know, Ingenium... That kid really looks up to his big brother." She spat, swinging her blade towards his chest. He stepped back, as she had expected. But Y/n wasn't dumb. She tossed her empty arm back while attacking with the other, and a small blade slid from her sleeve into her palm.

Without him seeing, she flung the blade in his direction, penetrating the lower left part of his chest. He left it open for her while getting ready to swing his blade in her direction. Stain coughed instantly, splattering blood onto Y/n's white mask. "Dirty. Just like I taught you." His grin was bloody, with red liquid staining his teeth and dripping down his chin. "Why are you defending that kid anyway? You his mommy or somethin'?" Stain asked tauntingly, swinging his sword low in an effort to injure her legs, one of her fastest factors.

She jumped, she jumped high. Y/n kept her legs lightly shut and her arms wide open, jumping into the air and flipping over Stain's tall form like an Olympic diver. "I'm just someone who knows what it's like to lose a brother..." Y/n huffed when she landed on one knee. She was about to get up and turn when she felt a big force strike the back of her neck and send her to her palms and knees. "How is this possible...?" Stain faltered for a bit, staring at the sword that was half of the length that it was seconds ago.

Y/n let out a shaky, relieved breath. She was thankful for her quirk because, without it, she would've been decapitated if someone swung their sword so hard at her that it split in half. A clank, followed by the unsheathing of another sword was heard. Stain had abandoned his broken sword and took a step forward towards the kneeling Y/n– who was still in shock that he'd kill her with zero hesitation, and pointed his sword at her face. From behind, he hooked the tip of his blade on her mask and lifted it.

He didn't get the chance to lift it even one centimetre. Y/n lifted herself with her arms, swung her lower body and drove her foot into his skull. His head was kicked to the side, and the rest of him followed. "Don't touch that." She hissed before she jumped to her feet and grabbed the sword that he'd dropped in the process of being booted. "What is this newfound sense of justice towards these heroes?" He groaned, pulling himself to his feet. "I wouldn't call it newfound... You see Stain, I have many names. One of them is a representation of justice. And justice is blind."