Intoxicating - MHA various

Chapter 1

'Agent Nightshade, your objective is in the Shizuoka prefecture. Target name: Ito Kenji. Extract intel, and eliminate target.'

Cold eyes lingered on the glowing screen, body tensed with the foreboding event soon to take place. Nightshade only had one plan in mind as she headed into the dubious nightclub, get this shit over with so she can go home and cuddle her cats. She was no stranger to these types of orders, intelligence was her specialty but so was assassinations.

Slinking into the club with her head raised high, dressed to the nines she quickly located her target at the bar. Ito Kenji, a handsome businessman as some would say but in the criminal underground he was known for his cartel infamous for the drugs they sold. To her though, he was nothing more than a pest needing to be exterminated.

Dialing up her charm as her hips swayed side to side, she made eye contact with the mob boss dragging her hand across her chest drawing attention to her bust. Gotcha. Hook, line and sinker. The man's eyes radiated the lust that was bursting from his body, motioning her to come over.

Heading over she made sure to lean forward as she sat down on the stool giving the man an even more pronounced view of her breasts. Heavy-lidded eyes stared into hers as Ito introduced himself, "Ito Kenji, and you are?" Giggling bashfully, as she gave the man her alias, "The names Aiko, Aiko Miyuki."

"Well, Aiko I haven't seen you around this place before?" The man said as he brushed the bangs of her wig back. Biting her lip she leaned forward caressed her hand against his arm, "I'm a bit new here. Perhaps you can show me around?" Humming, he delicately grabbed her hand as he stood up, "How about I show you somewhere a little more private?" Standing up she accepted his offer, his arm wrapping around her waist as she internally gagged.

Slowly he guided her past the bar, head filled with confidence as he showed her off to all passersby like she was nothing more than a glittering trophy. Envious orbs glared into her skin as women in nothing more than skimpy clothing danced provocatively trying to gain the man's attention, but he stayed undeterred as he had every intention of claiming the woman in his arms as his.

As they marched up the stairs away from the dancehall, the second floor of the nightclub opened up into an intimate VIP lounge with booths in the back corner with curtains to retain privacy as she noted the lack of security cameras. Taking charge of the situation Nightshade grabbed Ito's hand and lead him to the furthest booth strategically away from any curious club goers. Smirking thinking he was definitely getting lucky tonight little did he know that there was much more in store for him.

Sitting down in the center of the booth, Ito immediately latched his hand on Nightshade's thigh rubbing it up and down with anticipation for what's to come. "So this is the VIP lounge?" She questioned. "Yes, this is my personal domain. Anything you need I can get for you." He boasted. Typical men, so quick to gloat, she thought. "So you must be pretty important, huh? What is it that you do?" She asked eagerly. "Let's just say I'm well-known around here." Raising her hand to run down his slightly opened button-up shirt hands grazing his toned chest, "You can tell me, I don't scare easily." Leaning down as he gazed at the striking woman dolled up in a skintight plunging dress, "I think it might be a little dark for you, darling."

Nightshade leaned over, lips skimming his ear as she felt his breath hitch, "But what if I like a little darkness?"

Subtly she released her quirk, as the wispy aroma was inhaled by Ito watching as his eyes dilate and with just one more prodding question, he spilled everything. From his business to his own vile activities. Enthusiastically, telling her of his endeavors and plans to expand from drug trafficking to sex trafficking. Base of operations, other high profile contacts, every name of his members and their location all in the palm of her hand. Gathering information with her quirk is why she was the best in business. No one can resist her allure, especially when her quirk can enchant anyone's mind.

Patting his cheek roughly, "Thanks for that. I have everything I need now." The man gazing at her, without a single idea of what was happening other than the singular thought that he was in love with her. Standing up, Nightshade reached into her red clutch pulling out a silver syringe. Grabbing his face and yanking it upward, she quickly stabbed the needle into his neck. Ito's mind hazy as he stared up at the goddess before him, her face contorting into a sadistic smile. Feeling his body shut down as his limbs becoming heavy as the paralysis set in. He struggled to breathe as he failed to recognize that this was the end of the line for him. All because of Nightshade, deadly nightshade.

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As she exited the building from the side entrance, she quietly disappeared into the alleyway. Reaching the extraction point five miles from the club, she quickly rang the secure line from the number that messaged her earlier. "This is Agent Nightshade, requesting extraction. Target has been successfully eliminated." The woman on the line hummed in satisfaction, "And the intel?" "Gathered, ready to make the report," Nightshade stated, impatiently waiting for a reply. "Perfect, extraction is imminent. Well done, Agent Nightshade."

As she waited in the dark alleyway, an all black tinted SUV approached. Taking that as her cue she got in, and was escorted back to headquarters. Pushing the button in the back to raise the partition, she grabbed the duffle bag sitting on the floor of the backseat. Ripping the wig from her head, midnight tresses sprang out. She couldn't help but to sigh out in relief as wearing a scratchy wig all night was anything but pleasing. Yanking the uncomfortable dress off her body, she grabbed the outfit in the bag and put it on. Already feeling several times better. Swapping her stilettos for thigh high boots, gave her a better sense of comfort seeing as less skin was showing.

That was one of the many downside of her job, because she was perfect for intel gathering she often times was forced to wear skimpy outfits that showed too much skin in order to gain the attention of her targets and of course the heightened attraction aspect to it made it easier for her quirk to increase her control over her targets. However, it still made her feel like a sex object, not that she minded being seen that way but she preferred it when it was on her own terms not the one's based on the creepy male gaze.

Seeing that there was still quite a bit to go to reach HQ, she relaxed into the seat and thought back to what she did this night. Assassination, or better yet murder because let's be honest assassination was just a pretty word for something downright evil was something she still struggled with. She took a life, while it wasn't the first and certainly won't be the last that doesn't mean that it didn't shake her to her core. The strong moral foundations she was raised on stifling to be heard as the orders from the hierarchy pressed down on her, she knew that this was her only option. Failure was not acceptable lest she wants to be terminated herself and as selfish as it sounds she has a lot to live for.

Chastising herself for allowing herself to think this way knowing it's only going to hurt her more in the future, she tried to deviate from the knowledge of the blood on her hands to the fact that if she didn't put in end to Ito Kenji than thousands of others would have been sold into sex trafficking, and died from his hands. While it did make her feel slightly better, she knew that in the end when she meets her maker, that these justifications will never hold up because at the end of the day she murdered someone, and the worrisome issue is that a small part of her enjoyed it.

Pulling up to HQ, she exited the car staring up at the tall skyscraper. HPSC, the Hero Public Safety Commission shining in all its glory. The physical representation of all the goodness that came with heroes. Little did the public know, that HPSC was nothing but a villainous organization in disguise.

Shouts ripped through the air, "Look it's the number seven, Pro hero: Nightshade!!" Citizens clambered to reach her as people took out their phones snapping as many quick pictures as they can. Nightshade smiled fondly, waving at them as young children ran up to her begging for autographs and selfies. She quickly bent down, borrowing the pen given to her to sign as many autographs as she could. Smiling up at the cameras with a peace sign as children and teenagers alike praised her and promising to be a hero just like her in the future.

She could only hope that the next generation of heroes became someone better than her, someone worthy of the title hero.