Reap What You Sow / A BNHA Story

Chapter 25

My first mission with the Murakami's was assigned only a week after they took me in. Kaito was against it, he thought me too naive or at risk of jeopardizing the whole team, but Chiyo had faith; as she always did. None of the other children were there, just Sana and Hotaru, apparently it was one of the less complicated tasks. A slit to the throat, and shedding blood was not something they'd have to be weary of, as allegedly this victim had a history of self harm, so most wouldn't look too deeply into it. They didn't tell me much about the people they were sent to assassinate, not until I go older anyways. Until they were confident guilt or morals wouldn't intervene and make me hesitate before a kill. It never did, as in most cases, the people I killed were bad. Bad people who had hurt others. Even Jerry Hilton. I never did really regret killing Jerry, he was mean. 

"Guard the door Sunako." Sana instructed as she pulled up the mask over her face.

It was my only job, make sure no one crossed the hall into this room. I remember being at awe with the house. It was huge, in fact calling it a house was an understatement; it was as big as the white house, a mansion so grand it would take a full day to scope out all its rooms. Getting into it was a nightmare, but not for Hotaru, he was known to be the master of keys, as I had heard Chiyo refer to him as. 

I was distracted that day. Overwhelmed, and still in a haze from how quickly my life had changed in the matter of a couple weeks. Getting over my mother and father wasn't as difficult as one would think it'd be, at least not for a child. They robbed me of that innocence, of the ability to cry and mourn the way a healthy kid should. I didn't feel much sadness, death was impertinent, and it came for the evil. The good faced it because God pitied their existence in such a treacherous world, and it came for the cruel when it saw they thrived in living from the violence they create. Alas, my lack of alertness almost cost us that mission. I heard voices around the corner of the hall, and I panicked. They told me to stay on the scene, but also to not enter the room while they were busy. So how was I to warn them? I went through all the possible escape routes, but the only way to exit was to follow the voices. I sheathed the knife Sana had given me, 'just in case' I needed it, and slithered towards where the guards were coming closer from. I stabbed them both. Much to my relief - or dismay, I wasn't sure how to understand my feelings at the time - they had survived. But Chiyo gave me a scolding that day, told me it was reckless to act without instruction on a first mission. I remember Hotaru gave me a pat on the shoulder that day, and shot me a thumbs up when I met his eyes. It was the only display of kindness he had showed me, before he knew I'd be the downfall of his destiny. I understood him, to a fault, but still, what he did only minutes before erases any compassion I had for that man. 

Point is, running to what I thought was right never turns out working in my favor, so why was I sprinting again, towards the hands of the head of the L.O.V no less?

Before I could reach Shigaraki, Toga intercepts my movements, scarcely nicking my cheek as she rounds me, looking for another point to shoot her knife at me with.

"Come to play pretty girl?" Her smile sends my hairs on ends, her teeth on full show.

I don't hesitate to even the playing field, twisting my hands towards each other which sends the earth beneath her crumbling to close against her body. Just before he slams into her she jumps out mid air as she throws her blade at me. I counter with another slab of rock, throwing it at her to no avail as she pummels through it.

Fuck, I have no time for this. Actually, why the hell am I limiting myself for? I don't need to hide the rest of my quirks anymore. I pluck a piece of hair from my head, feeling the strand in my hand as I flick it out and watch in excitement as it turns into a three feet long metal chain. Toga opens her eyes in surprise, curling her arms around her head and quickly forgetting about the knife in her hand. I pull the chain backwards, flinging my arm forward with all my strength to then wrap the metal around her body, knocking her knife away as I do so.