The Fallen and The Deranged [BNHA]

Chapter Nine: The Distraction

Authors Note:

Hey just a little trigger warning my friends. There is a mention of general and sexual assault in this chapter.

(Also smut. Separate from the abuse)
-C
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Mai gaped as the creatures flung themselves into the city bellow. She looked to Shigaraki, mouth dry with putrid fear.

"What's the point?"

"The point is to prove to them—"

Mai cut him off, "This, this is chaos."

She looked to Kurogiri, always polite and orderly Kurogiri, "Kurogiri." She pleaded.

Shigaraki laughed, cruel and dry, and purred "Your mistake, Saito. Is thinking that Kurogiri and I are different. Our ideals are the same. He just handles them with more--" he paused for a moment, then his eyes curled with a smile "grace."

Mai shook her head and moved her eyes back into the city bellow.

The sun was setting quickly, the beginning of night settling around them. It made her pulse jump.

A scream sounded bellow and Mai stilled.

"So, you just allow those things—"

"Nomus." Shigaraki corrected.

"Nomus." Mai hissed. "You're just gunna allow them to reak havoc?"

"That's the idea." Shigaraki mused.

Mai cursed under her breath, awaiting the wreckage that would soon begin bellow.

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Mai hated the urge in her wings to fly, especially when she couldn't succumb to it.

Her wings were open, agape and unseen, but Shigaraki felt them when they slammed into him.

He stepped sideways. "What, Saito Mai, do you want to go down there and save those people?"

"No." She hissed, an obvious lie.

The only revealed part of her face, her full lips, were curled into a frown.

"How noble of you." He mocked.

"Shut up." She growled, her fists in tight curls at her side.

She was fighting something wild inside of her. The two parts of herself- light and dark, sane and insane, good and bad- had been waging a war inside of her since she met the League.

Mai had been feeling as if she was out of control of her own actions, succumbing to which of the two parts of her had won the war.

Mai had to recognize that lately, she'd fallen prey to the dark parts of herself rule. She had to recognize no matter how much she rationalized whatever her connection to the League of Villains meant- that ultimately it was wrong.

But now, whatever war that had been fighting inside of her was over- and there was a clear winner.

There was a call inside of her, a demand to act- to help.

And never, in her entire damned life had she felt that call. Her entire life Mai had walked through the world and witnessing horrible acts told herself- it is not my job to act.

She was no hero. And Mai didn't want to be. Not in a million fucking years. The thought of being a hero, every single time before now, made her literally want to rip off her own wings.