Mitochondrial Eve

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Bizarre.

Absurd.

Ironic.

Poetic?

Chisaki couldn't find the right word, which better described this latest series of unfortunate events.

His quirk killer bullets - basically his life's work - had been taken away from him. The Shie Hassaikai had crumbled for good, with the majority of his key associates locked up in prison. His quirk? Also gone, along with both his arms. He was now totally powerless.

All because of that filthy bastard Tomura... but how? How could he let someone who was so beneath him take everything away from him?

Not only Chisaki failed miserably in achieving his own ambitions, he also failed the only person he had ever cared for.

A crushing defeat.

He was Overhaul, one of the most if not the most powerful Yakuza leader of this country. He had the meanings, the intellect, the abilities, a strong willingness and a brilliant plan... so how did he end up like this?

Strapped to a chair by his ankles with no clothes on, helpless and at the complete mercy of whoever.

Chisaki was starting to become impatient. The sunlight that the room was getting during the afternoon was gone, along with that pleasant sensation of warmth on his skin. From the sudden darkening of the room he could guess nighttime was now approaching.

Were they really going to leave him bound to this chair all night? He could envision himself resting on the near bed.

It had been such a long and exhausting day.

Shortly following his confrontation with Tomura and the League of Villains, three black cars appeared on the scene out of nowhere. Three tall, muscular men in black suits left one of the vehicles to approach him with urgency. He had the feeling that they were there exclusively for him, in fact they totally ignored the other people inside the van.

One of them in particular got closer and closer, until he was standing by his side towering over him. He raised one hand and touched Chisaki's right arm. Chisaki retracted as much as he could, as the lower portion of his body was still bounded to the metal slab underneath him.

The bleeding stopped immediately. The edges of the wound looked like they could fit neatly together, as if it had been surgically done in a matter of seconds. What was even more surprising was the fact that it didn't hurt at all.

The man repeated the action on his other arm. Chisaki would have thanked the man, but he was too stunned to say something.

They carelessly shoved him inside the car, put a black cape on his head and left immediately, to avoid the arrival of a police backup and other heroes.

Chisaki didn't even dare trying to remove the cape, the two men sitting on both his sides prevented him from doing so.

After something that felt like hours they arrived at destination. The vehicle stopped and Chisakai had been brought inside, stripped of his clothes and tied to a chair. They finally removed the cape from his head. It was a guest room, very spacious with a modern and minimalistic decor. The only thing to keep him company was a classical music playlist.

At some point he heard some light steps outside the room, it sounded like a pair of heels... a woman? All of a sudden the door swung open.

Chisaki couldn't see her at first, since he was giving his back to the door. She slowly approached him, and here she was standing in front of him in all her Junoesque glory.