A chapter in Uraraka's point of view.
Uraraka was standing in Don Yaoyarozu's office.
"Uraraka, I have a very important task for my best soldier", Yaoyarozu started. Uraraka listened intensely. If the Don herself requested to see her, it must have been important.
"I need you to take down the man called The Muscle. He stole a precious family heirloom - one passed down to me from my mother. I cannot bypass something so disrespectful to the Yaoyarozu family. Especially someone that we welcomed into our home", Don Yaoyarozu's eyes glared in the dark. If Uraraka knew any better, Don MoMo Yaoyarozu could kill anyone with her looks alone.
"You are to take down The Muscle by any means necessary. That is an order soldier", Don Yaoyarozu's voice boomed. Uraraka nodded, understanding what had to be done. Don Yaoyarozu reaches from under her desk and handed Uraraka a briefcase.
"Uraraka, before you go, I need you to deliver this to the Capo", Uraraka gladly took the briefcase and headed towards the Capo's club, Spice. Uraraka held the briefcase tightly. Uraraka was not expecting the meeting with the Don to go so smoothly. Especially with the incident from her last hit. Uraraka reached up and traced her scars left on her collarbone.
Flashes of the knife glistening clouded Uraraka's head.
Uraraka rounded three corners until she approached Spice's neon pink glow. She entered the doors and headed straight upstairs to Mina's office. As she entered Mina's office she saw a blond male, around her age, leaving. 'He's cute' Uraraka thought to herself. She thought to herself, smiling brightly. After processing the information Mina had given her about The Muscle she had to devise a plan.
What would her plan of action be? She knew she had to take down The Muscle at all costs. Disrespect is something the Yaoyarozu family does not tolerate. The Yaoyarozu's do not forgive, and they do not forget. And as a soldier of the Yaoyarozu family, Uraraka had to kill the Muscle without having any casualties.
Uraraka walked back to her apartment still wondering how could she get Don Yaoyarozu's point across while still taking out The Muscle. She could not do it at Spice. It would be too obvious. She couldn't do it at the surrounding areas of the city, that would start a turf war with the other families.
Uraraka let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing the back of her neck. She reached into her pants pocket pulling out her keys to her apartment, got inside and started to undress. She headed straight to her office desk, pulling out a small black notebook. Uraraka started to jot down all of her feelings of the day.
When you are in this line of work, it's easy to go mad. Especially when you live alone. After writing down all of her emotions she slammed her book back into her desk. Uraraka started to head towards her kitchen. She reach for a cup in the upper cabinet, back to the fridge to get some ice, and back to the sink to get some water. As she took a sip, that's when it hit her!
Arsenic!
She played the scenario out in her head. The Muscle would stop into Spice on Saturday. He would enjoy himself with his friends. She would slip it into his drink at Last Call before leaving. She would follow him and his buddies waiting for the moment he would start to heave. She would use her brute strength to knock out his friends and drag him into a nearby alleyway. She would take the Yaoyarozu necklace back and leave his body there while she escaped into one of the Yaoyarozu's penthouses.
After Uraraka finished her water she went back to the sink to clean her cup and placed it in the rack to dry. She headed to her bathroom to quickly shower, clearing her thoughts of the day. After stepping out of the shower she washed her face, dried her hair, and slipped on a black silk negligee. Tomorrow night begins her life as Trinity. She rolled over in her bed and turned her light out, awaiting what the morning had in store for her.
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Romance in the Dusk
ActionBakugou and Uraraka fanfiction AU where Bakugou has found himself needing to work at Mina's Gentleman's club. He wasn't expecting a brown haired bombshell to be thrown in the mix.