𝘽𝙀𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿-𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙑𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎✔︎

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏 2

--"Intriguing,"

The girl's saintly but monotone voice rang, her fingers tracing the curves and bumps of the paper. She chuckles lowly, the bumps occurred from its placement against the old wooden lamp post, a picture of her younger self displayed.

❝𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃❞ The title read in a bold font. She traced its guidance with her fingertip as she read. A photo of her younger self from the night she vividly remembers, the night of her two parents' death. ❛The night she would last see her parents, dead from a murder-suicide brought by the family's father, Daiki.

After the mourning death of Nao shimura, a laboratory scientist, and Daiki Tahashi, [name] Tahashi was sent into foster care. Missing reports fled as the girl ran away and has reportedly not been found. Not any remains of her body were found nor were traces of her, a mystery that has been left to solve for multiple years.

Yet the case has closed, as she would now be around 14-15 years old, and after years of searching, we can only pronounce the girl dead. Article date ../../...❜

The article date read from 2 days ago, the hooded and disguised girl's melody of a snicker sotto voce rang. "Dumbasses," she murmured, her small and evil snickers coming to an end as her pocket knife stabbed into the photograph's face.

"That wasn't very nice." A deep voice rang out, and the hooded girl looked over her shoulder to a pro-hero who stood feet away from her. She brought her scarred fingers up and enlaced her palm around the small knife, pulling it from her portrait's face with a glare, never breaking eye contact with the male.

"I'm not very nice." She said, rolling her eyes as she put the knife back into her pocket. The black-haired male widened his eyes, furrowing his brows at the harsh act displayed by the girl.

"What brings you to stab that photo?" He questions, hinting at her being a villain. But the girl didn't take his question seriously, as her uninterested figure retreated to gazing at the paper.

"I killed her." She saintly spoke. The male widened his eyes at the bone-chilling response, staring at the supposed villain who began to lowly snicker. He immediately sent his fast-moving scarf toward her body, attempting to captivate her, though she only grabbed hold of it and peered down.

"What is this? Did Grandma sew it for you?" She taunts. Her remark ended in a snicker.

The male blinked his eyes, only for the young girl that once stood in front of him to be gone. He looked around, eyeing for any movements.

The slick teenager had already been fast on her run, not breaking a sweat as her giggle lowly echoed. The pro hero's heartbeat arose, his body shaking slightly from the information he uncovered.

The black-haired male rushed forward, sprinting through the darkness and to his black car. His feet thundered against the pavement, and the teenager watched his panicked state in amusement from afar.

"So fun to mess with people, aye?" She said, her giggles dying low as the car sprinted forward. The teenager narrowed her eyes and stared into his tinted windows, watching as he dialed the police.

"Be cautious though, he is dialing the police to retort who the killer is." She heard the raspy voice from her internal dialogue, still staring at the car that steered as the wind plastered against her face.

"I don't need confirmation, I am aware." She sinfully spoke, tilting her head as the dark sky submerged her. She faced upward, to the stars lining the sky and the slow raindrops that fell.

"Heroes, they are so naive. I escaped, and he let me slip from his grasp, now going to the police for backup. Death, if they come, take control." She saintly spoke as if her statement was normal, letting the raindrops that fastened their pace slide down her cheeks.

"Rest, it's been a long day, you bitch. And now I'm tired." The curse insulted her, he was the goddess of death himself. The darkened angel, one feared by many due to his evil aura, though he was no devil and there was nothing evil of him.

He was a goddess and an angel that peacefully guided beings to their Afterlife, but his curse and power affected her and made her seem a villain.

"Alright, goodnight, Death." She spoke, letting her consciousness slip underneath his grasp as he took control. Her iris and pupil faded into nothing but blank whiteness, fluttering her eyelashes closed for a split second as the girl rested internally.

Such a peaceful girl, upon seeing her, one wouldn't imagine her powers and her sins, her dark past, and her godly presence. They would imagine a pure soul--the opposite of who she is.

The rain poured against the darkened sky, the light of the moon gleaming down toward the city. Death pushed her up, using her scarred body to walk a path toward a resting point.

The city lights and cars were sources that shined through the crevices of alleyways. He moved slickly in the case of heroes. He eyed alleyways upon alleyways, stopping once he found an abandoned hideout they could rest in for the night.

Her body crouched against the hidden room, using the old rug as a mattress as they lay uncomfortably in a darkened corner.

The cracked hole that caved through the building allowed the moon to shine in the center, emphasizing the charred wood and the spider webs. The corner held the teenager's body, hiding and shielding it from anybody that may come.

"Goodnight to you too," He spoke, allowing his body to drift into the dark abyss, where all night he would guide lives to their Afterlife, and use her body as a storage compartment for their powers.

----# understanding:
➥ [name] ran away from the police station after her parent's death. Major time skip. She is now 15 years old. Her quirk, as listed before, is her only company on this journey. Aizawa catches her giggling over the photo and questioning her on why. She retorted that ---> ❛I killed her.❜ She and death leave to find their place for the night, considering that she hasn't had a home. The two find one after discussing that what she spoke wasn't the smartest thing to say, as Aizawa calls for backup to catch the supposed murderer of the missing child. [Name] also was possessed by Death at the moment while she giggled, switching over multiple times. So technically, it wasn't her giggling.