The Day of the Dead Villain: The Witchdoctor

Chapter Five: Black Magic

        My head was in my hands as my body lightly shook. I felt sick to my stomach, having been in on a bus full of rowdy, obnoxious teenage students for at least fifteen minutes. While the noise only worsened my 24/7 headache, the constant lurching of the bus made me want to puke. It was at times like these that I really wish I didn't have motion sickness.

        Eraserhead informed the class earlier that we were going to begin rescue training with him, All Might, and a special guest. I brought my book, which Todoroki oh-so graciously had given back to me this morning, along with me in case I got bored, but I think I'm going to be spending all of my free time holding back bile, and no one wants to know or smell what I ate last night. Whoever invented dental hygiene was a genius.

        "Are you alright, Witchdoctor-San?" Tsuyu asked, a bit of concern etched on her face. I was sitting between her and Midoriya on the bus.

         "Of course, Tsuyu-Chan. I'm simply tired is a-" The vehicle hit a large bump in the road, causing me to slap a hand over my mouth in order to make sure nothing comes out. My face paled, my stomach twisting into many knots. So this is my punishment for getting captured; how cruel.

        "Ah! W-Witchdoctor-San, you look like you're going to throw up," Midoriya fretted, much like his usual self.

        "I just might," I mutter. I turn to the green-haired boy weakly. "Open a window for me, please." He quickly nodded, opening the window closest to him. I slump down in my seat, hoping that it might ease some of the ill-feeling.

        "Oh, man!" Kaminari exclaimed. "I never would have never thought I'd see the day where one of the most dangerous villains in the world would be groveling because of motion sickness-EEP!" Kaminari flinched to the side to avoid the incoming knife. The knife lodged itself in the seat he was sitting on, barely missing his shoulder.

        "I can still kill you, though," I grumble, sending a half-hearted glare in his direction. There was another bump in the road, making my stomach lurch again. Kaminari jerked the blade out from the seat.

        "What the heck is up with this knife, man? It looks like it'll turn to dust any minute." The knife was forcefully taken out of his hand, and it was placed back into mine by my magical pull.

        "The reason for that is because this knife is ancient, a relic. It actually happens to be older than the discovery of quirks," I say. It was true, the knife was as old as life itself. It was one I stole from my time at Le Mort, and I was surprised how long I was able to hide it. The blade was chipped, but the handle was still pristine. Even so, it did look like it was going to crumble into pieces.

        "What do the symbols mean?" Midoriya asked, pointing to the blade.

        "Maybe another time," I suggest. "At the moment, I need to be focusing on not hurling my dinner." Midoriya understood, as well as everyone else, and the separate chatter returned.

        "I always speak what's on my mind," Tsuyu said randomly. "Midoriya-Kun, your quirk looks a lot like All Might's." The green-haired lad began to sweat nervously, more so than he normally does.

        "I-Is that so..."

        "But wait," Kirishima piped in, "All Might's quirk doesn't himself like Midoriya's does. Though, a simple strength-enhancing quirk like that is really cool, unlike my hardening quirk. I can hold myself up in a fight, but it's super boring."

        "Not at all," Midoriya said. "It's actually a great quirk, especially for being a pro hero." The conversation kept on about how a cool hero has a strong and flashy quirk. The results were that Bakugou came out pissed off and Todoroki was ignoring everyone, as per usual.