The day of the sports festival was over and a new day had fallen up us. This meant that I had to meet with Akira today, which was something that Shouta was very eager to refuse. I fought my way out of his denial, somehow. It was like my meeting with Akira was engrained in my mind. As much as I wished to refuse, like Shouta, my body couldn't. Something was telling me that I needed to go, so I did - one of the worst decisions I had made yet.
"Hey, Akira." I waved at the man, who was already seated. "What was it again that we needed to talk about?"
I placed my bag onto the large table, before pulling out a chair to take a seat. He put his hand out, signalling for me to stop. I stood, just as he did.
"We need to go somewhere." He stated. I nodded, putting all my trust into him - my second mistake.
We got into his car and he began to drive. I fiddled with the radio, switching from station to station, finding nothing appealing. I aggressively switched off the car stereo. I rested my elbow against the tinted window, watching the clouds, as we drove by. The shade of the tinted windows darkened, the further we got from our starting point. I observed the sight before me. We were travelling by a very industrial area, the air extremely polluted.
"We're nearly there." He stated, breaking the long lasting silence. I hummed in response, suspicious of his different aura. I removed my phone from my pocket, checking the map to view my location. I leaned my body away from Akira, as I screenshotted the details, before sending it to Shouta. I didn't want to worry him after all. He was busy anyway, so he probably wouldn't have seen it before I would arrive home. But I always had to stick to the safe side. I put my phone back away, before undoing my seatbelt. Akira parked up eight in front of the building. It didn't look like those factories from earlier. It appeared more like a prison of some sort, sending a shiver down my spine, as it triggered some bad memories from not too long ago.
"Where are we? Just tell me. I'm so sick of your stupid little surprises. Just say." I hissed, conscious of my safety, which I was afraid of being at risk.
"We're at a prison."
"I got that far." I rolled my eyes, as I followed him in.
"Don't be afraid. I just want to show you something." He reassured, patting me on the back for comfort. It didn't help though. It just raised my suspicions further.
"I've seen this place before." I gasped, looking left and right. "I saw it on TV."
"You have?" He asked, his voice strangely filled with hope.
"Why did you take me here? There isn't anything not to be afraid of. There's only one possible thing for you to show me." I shook my head at him, before stepping back towards the door.
"Dammit, you're such a brat." He spat, before gripping onto my arm. "Forget all the memories you have about this place. Lose your memories of your suspicions. In your opinion, this place is cool. You like the interior. You have no idea that this is a prison."
I felt a little shock through me, as he released my arm. I looked at my arm, rubbing the pain away with my free arm.
"Sorry, I was daydreaming again. Did you say anything?" I asked, unaware of his use of his quirk.
"No, nothing at all. Shall we get going?" He offered, beginning to lead the way.
"It's on the tip of my tongue." I sighed with a hint of irritation in my voice. "I can't remember what this place reminds me of."
"I'm not sure. Can't help you there." He joked, trying his best not to allow me to create any more assumptions.
He opened the door, revealing a fairly large, all white room, with a man restrained in the middle.
"Akira, what the fuck? What's happening to this man. He's in pain. He's afraid." I furrowed my eyebrows at the man, who laid on the ground, whispering his wishes to be forgiven. Akira closed the door behind us, locking it and placing the key in his pocket. There was a table in the room, which Akira approached, lifting up the folder, which lay on top of it. He opened it up, reading it's contents with a smug face.
"Age, twenty-two. Crimes committed, fifty-three. A man, who used his quirk to target vulnerable people. A rapist and a murderer." Akira read from the files. "He was born into a rich family. Quirk marriages are fairly common in your family, I see. Your quirk: Light and shadow."
"Do you pity this man, (y/n)?" Akira questioned.
"Of course not." I replied confidently. Akira walked towards me, his figure towering over mine. He held the book in one hand and touched my shoulder with the other.
"Then block out your other memories and kill him. You know nothing but how to kill until I say otherwise." He whispered into my ear. He reached into his blazer pocket, revealing a medium sized knife.
My body twitched, before adjusting to the false memory planted in my mind. Without hesitation, I removed the weapon from his grasp and walked towards the man, who was crying. I didn't have the capacity to understand his explicit emotions and ended his pain unconsciously, within seconds. I followed Akira out the room and continued to follow his orders. Let's just say that I had gained a few more quirks that day.
We sat back in the car and he tapped my shoulder, allowing me to regain my old memories, while forgetting about today's. I held my head, which was throbbing.
"It's been two and a half hours?" I gasped. "Why are we still sat here?"
"I had to do something inside of this building." He lied. "You were asleep the entire time."
"Oh, I see." I nodded. "I still feel super tired though. I have this weird feeling of guilt too. It's probably just acid reflux from my nap though." I joked, hitting his arm playfully. I frowned when I noticed his expressionless face - He almost looked traumatised.
"Akira, what's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost." I chuckled, rubbing his back.
"I'm sorry, (y/n)." He apologised out of the blue, taking me off guard.
"For what? For making me sit here for a long time? It's really not a big deal at all." I told him, waving my arms around. "Besides, clearly you've suffered more than I have today."
Those words triggered it. He gripped onto the steering wheel, leaning his body forwards. He was crying. I gasped, offering him drinks and hugs, but he declined, stating that he didn't deserve it.
"Did something bad happen today? Was it your fault?" I asked, earning a nod from him. "I'm sure you had good intentions, Akira."
Through his sniffles, he replied, "I'd like to think so."
