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Humming filled the silent dark room.
"I think I nailed this job!~" Darkness no longer covered the room but for one man he wanted it back. He was fat and balding on his head, he was not a good man. He knew it too but that never stopped him, he never considered the dangers of kidnapping woman to fill his pleasures.
He now knew the danger.
He looked at the teen coming towards him, his green eyes glowed with sadistic glee looking at him. The teen was enjoying hurting him! Rage boiled up in him at the thought and with his fighting spirit back he prepared to attack... Until a gloved hand cupped his cheek.
As he was forced to look at the face of his assailant he saw the blood and smile. A large psychotic smile, blood splattered on the cheek, eyes that promised pain. His spirit broke and replaced with uncontrollable fear. He felt the cold metal of a blade pressed onto his neck but none of that mattered to him. It was just the teen. The teen that would end his life.
"You know~ maybe dying isn't that bad but I'm too scared to die... So why don't you help me?!~"
Crazed laughs and screams filled the room.
'Oh! But don't worry the walls are soundproof!'
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Izuku walked down a sidewalk, his bartender suit in perfect condition, not a speck of blood to be seen. He held his phone in one hand while staring down at it with an intense gaze. He just finished his job and was extremely...
BORED!
He had nothing to do! What's a twelve-year-old boy to do? He sighed walking down the deserted streets of a small neighborhood on the edge of the city. This place was seriously boring without a target to kill.
A sob broke through his rantings. His head turned in the direction of it and was surprised to see a boy his age leaned over in an alleyway. He had a unique look with half his hair being red while the other half was white, Izuku couldn't see his eyes but guessed that they were different colors. The things that truly interested Izuku were the bruises and scars that came from training or physical abuse, maybe a bit of both.
Izuku shrugged slightly making his way over to the crying teen/boy.
"Hey! What's a kid like you sobbing in here for" Izuku was not being a hypocrite he considered himself above a mentality of a teen, after all, what type of teen would kill others for money? The 'kid' in question jumped in surprise and turned to glare at Izuku. For Izuku he was happy that he found out the color of the teen's eyes while the other was considering if he could get away with knocking out a 'civilian'.
"It's none of your business!" replied the teen in a stoic tone but the tear lines gave him the effect of a pouting child. Izuku smirked slightly, he was starting to like him. Izuku walked closer while the boy took a step back but Izuku didn't stop. He walked right next to the boy and sat down, leaning against the wall.
"Why don't you sit down? I'm bored so you can entertain me! My name's Izuku." Smiling innocently at the teen who still seemed reluctant, he eventually sat down a couple feet away from Izuku. Izuku just scooted over and the couple of feet became a couple of inches.
"Shouto." Shouto didn't want to hear the name his father gave to him, in fact, he never wanted to see his 'father'. Shouto just tried to build enough courage and visit his mom but his father just that time to 'train' him. He kept reminding Shouto that his only purpose was to be better than All Might.
He was never a child in his father's eyes just a tool.
"Well, Shouto why are you crying? Now it was greatly amusing to see you cry but you have these..." Izuku grabbed Shouto's arm, inspecting all the small scars and scabs before continuing speaking with a bigger grin. "These injuries are of someone that gets physically abused."
Shouto tried to pull his arm away but that only made Izuku hold on tighter. Izuku used his other arm to point a small knife at Shouto's throat, Shouto stopped struggling and glared at Izuku.
"Why don't you stop struggling?~ I just want to know you more!"
"You're holding a knife to my neck and you want me to tell me about my life?!"
"Yes"
"If I tell you will you put away the knife?"
"Maybe" Shouto stared at Izuku with a deadpanned expression before sighing.
"I guess that is better than no?" Izuku shrugged but looked at him with childish anticipation, Shouto swore he saw stars in his eyes.
"Think of it like your talking with a friend"
"You know what's really sad? A crazy person holding a knife to my throat is my first friend"
"Is it really that crazy?" Grinned Izuku at Shouto. Shouto's lips slightly twitched upward, even if it was a crazy teen that might kill him it was nice to talk about his problems.
Maybe Izuku wasn't the only insane person out of the pair.
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A/N
AND THEY MEET!! I just decided while writing this chapter that Izuku will have a small villain group. So far I think it will just be Izuku, Shouto, Hitoshi, and Toga in this group. 3 of these people have a sad past while one is just crazy.
He is still in the quirkless organization but he is more like a freelancer now. Izuku is pretty strong and I think I will give the abilities of Belphegor from Khr minus the storm flames. This is not a complete Yaoi story but has Yaoi. Izuku has a harem of
Toga
Todoroki
Hitoshi
If anyone actually reads this story feel free to say your opinion on who he gets with.
