Can't Save Me Now (Villain Deku AU)

Chapter 3

Izuku's POV

This is stupid. 

Life is stupid.

This whole mission is stupid. 

Assassinating some small-time villain? What did they ever do to you? I am an expensive assassin, so there has to be some reason.

Maybe he's underrated, maybe he's on a watchlist. Maybe there's something remotely interesting about this kill.

"Izu," my younger sister Himiko is suddenly in front of me, her stealth has improved. "What are you doing right now?"

"Killing a small-time criminal." I respond, obviously bored with the kill.

She sighs, "You know, you get to do more interesting things than I do. Don't be so annoying all the time. I have to practice and study, and never mess up." 

I put my hand on her head, patting it. "I don't like it. You shouldn't be alone with Father. I wish I could do something about it."

"But you can't. You're paying for us, and when we save enough, everything he does will be worth it when we get to leave." 

"Himi, when I came home you had a black eye and many bruises. It's only going to get worse." I was sadly speaking from experience, I still had many scars. 

She nods sadly, "but we have to. If he doesn't harm you, he harms me, if he doesn't harm me, he harms Eri. I need to protect her."

"Believe me, Himi, I know. I know more than anyone." 

"So? I can't leave without putting Eri in harm's way!" I sigh, she makes sense, and I can't argue with that logic.

"Fine, Himi, I agree. I think I'll hang back today. It's been a while since all three of us had a bonding day." I pat her head again, her hair is so soft! All that conditioner I stole is worth it.

Maybe.

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We've been hanging around outside for a few hours. I am currently wearing my villain outfit, and so is Himiko. 

My villain outfit is a mask that covered my mouth and nose (black of course) and a cape with a hood, made with a strong material. Like a flexible shield.

The hood on the cape covers my hair, which would be a giveaway to my identity, which no one wanted (no villain).

I also have a clip for the cape, with a simple scythe on it. Weapon wise, I have something on my calves to store knives, sheathes in my belt for knives, and sheathes on my back for two swords.

Himi's villain outfit is the same mask, but no hood. She wasn't that well known of a villain, so knowing her identity doesn't matter.

She would just wear whatever. 

And then our little Eri is sitting right next to us, with a simple hoodie. No one knows her, so it doesn't matter if we hide her hair.

It's hard to think that a 16-year-old is a famous assassin, but it's true. No one expects it, though. I honestly can't blame them.

Eri's currently six, and her birthday is near Christmas time, Himi is 15. We just recently celebrated her birthday kind-of, but Father doesn't care about her.

He doesn't care about us.

"Izuku," I turn around to see one of Father's employees. "Your Father wishes that you bring Eri to him, and take Himiko with you so she understands the job. She will be aiding you on this mission." 

We hesitate before giving Eri to him. I kiss her forehead and wish her good luck I'm not shipping them. 

"Well Himi, let's go to work I guess."

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We wait until the night falls, I've been casing the area for security cameras and escape routes, and I've been following my target to understand his route.

He always stops in the area, close to the alley we're staying in. 

Father made us stop by the home before we went out again, and that's when we noticed how quiet it was.

After me and Himi got more busy, Eri has dealt with more abuse. We've taken it mostly, but it's scary. We always try to take it for Eri, but sometimes we can't.

"Where is Eri, Father?" I ask him, staring at the floor. He considers direct eye contact between Father and children disrespectful.

I remember the last time I accidentally made eye contact.

"She's dead." He says, without a care in the world. 

Me and Himiko freeze up. We left her with him for most of the day, to case out the area, and when we returned he had killed her?

We stayed unemotional around him, but the moment we got away, we both break down. We were joking around, while Eri was being tortured to the point of death.

I hug my younger sister close as we both sob. 

We don't know how long it's been, but there's a knock, and we're reminded of the mission. The terrible mission that killed Eri.

I feel so empty without her, and I feel like a complete failure. 

"Himi," I look into her inconsolable eyes, "I know that we have barely any money, but we need to run. I feel like a failure of an older brother, and I don't think I could handle it if I lost you." 

She understands, but we don't have anything. So we leave with our villain outfits. 

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We're sloppy. 

Our light has been killed, brutally murdered, and we can't be helped. I just want to die. 

But for Himi's sake, I must live.

We just want to get this kill over with, and run. 

That is definitely the wrong mindset when you're trying to kill, but it's true. I'm so tired of life, but I can't die.

"Let's get this over with." Himi nods in agreement. 

And immediately after, we kill him. But we knew it was the wrong mindset, and the cops came. We were too tired to escape, and we were trapped.

But we couldn't go to jail.

Father's men are in jail, and if he finds out, we'll be dead before the first week. That's just a fact. So we can't, under any circumstances, go to jail.

I unsheathe my swords, and Himiko gets out her knives. It becomes a bloodbath, dead or dying bodies litter the area around us.

Until Endeavor comes. 

We beat the living shit out of him, his blood is everywhere, but we are unable to kill him. The cops surround us, and we know we won't make it out alive.

So we surrender.

As we're driven to the jail the countdown to how long we'll live starts. 

I say 3 days, Himi says 1. 

It doesn't matter though, we lost Eri, so we're already dead inside.

Nothing they can do will be worse than the pain of losing the six-year-old wonder.

The only reason we stayed back at that home, was because if we left Eri would have died sooner. 

But now she's gone, and I feel useless that I wasn't able to raise enough money to get her out before her death.