The Green Valley Twins

Untitled Part 70

6 months later

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He cursed as ran through the alleyway, his baggage thumping against his back and digging painfully through his leather jacket. He could still hear the police sirens behind himself, if he wasn't careful he'll get caught by the cops instead of the heroes. Which admittedly, would be worse as police officers didn't have to hold back from hurting him. He just had to make it back to —the air left his lungs as something wrapped around him and lifted him into the air.

"The fuck?!" he coughed and hacked, his sight spinning as he tried to see the person now standing below him.

"you specifically chose leather for this robbery because you knew my quirk is weakest against it." He groaned at the voice of the man below him, breathing in deeply he glared at the blonde who was standing barely a foot away from his shoes.

"Best Jeanist," he spat the name and glared at the blonde, "you look like shit." Which was weird because the man was fanatical about his appearance. There were thick bandages around neck and lower face, a cast on his right arm that reached from his wrist up to his shoulder. The only thing that was made of gene on his person was his jacket, which was currently into thirds ripped apart, half supporting his weight in the air by being attached to the roof of the two brick buildings and the other half wrapped around his body to keep him from using his quirk. A sliver of a collar remained floating around Beast Jeanist's raised left hand.

"As it turns out, I'm no good against fire-quirks," Tsunagu drawled coldly. "Now then, will you listen to what I have to say 'number six' or do I let you go so one of your superiors can kill you?"

"yeah... no. you know I'm only entertaining you right now so what's with the really stupid question?" the man stared at Tsunagu as if he lost his mind.

"I don't care either way," Tsunagu shrugged carelessly. "Just thought you'd like to keep your regeneration power. Since you don't," Tsunagu released number six, allowing the black haired man to land before him without a thread on him. "Go get disposed of, since you want to die so badly."

"My superiors?" Number six questioned with a laugh. "Blondes really are dumb. You think I take orders from others? Not in your worst nightmare blondie."

"Then I guess you have nothing to worry about," Tsunagu stepped aside, his jacket reforming around his shoulders. "Well if I'm wrong then I approached the wrong man. If I'm right you're a fool for rejecting this offer." Tsunagu waved a hand to the other side of the alleyway, seemingly dismissing number six.

"What offer?" Number six questioned with a scoff, "You know I'm a flight-villain." Meaning he causes chaos and then runs away instead of getting into a fight, a lot of villains were like that but he was particularly gifted in the running away department. "You know I'm engineered for this life-style." He was experimented on since a child, a choice he made on his own, and accepted the chains that came with his newfound powers. "You know my plans, you even know where I'm going today. What could you possibly offer me?" His freedom was guaranteed, so long as he occasionally did a few attacks now and again. He has to make sure people remember he still exists after all.

"I don't know, maybe a life that doesn't involve dyeing for a bunch of people currently planning to put your head on a silver platter?" Tsunagu retorted, raising one eyebrow at him. "By the way, the first bullet is filled with an enzyme designed to hamper your regenerative-capabilities. No clue if it'll work on you but they're willing to try."

"And the second?" because there was never just one bullet for an execution, not for the underground soldier-slaves.

"An enzyme that hampers regenerative-quirks," Tsunagu held up one finger, then the second. "A poison that targets white-blood cells to keep you from recovering mixed with an elephant-grade paralyses." Then a third finger, cause he was just that badass that his employers needed to shoot him three times. "A hollow-point coated in a manufactured poison designed to kill you in thirty minutes."

"...Why tell me this?" Number six asked with narrowed eyes. "Isn't it a good thing for you if I die?"

"Nope," Tsunagu dropped his hand and leaned against the alleyway wall. "Because I have use of you."

"Didn't know you had a dark side."

"Go see if I'm speaking the truth or not," Tsunagu ordered calmly. "Then make the choice yourself."

"How do you know I won't just keep running?" Number six asked, "I could run from you, run from the organization. I could keep attacking random cities. I could keep stealing from banks. I could keep—"

"Keep running away from all your problems?" Tsunagu interrupted again, ignoring Number six's glare with practiced ease. "Sure. Go ahead and do that if you want to. If you want to spend the rest of your life a coward then I have nothing left to say. Except, well, I'm a fool for believing you could be something more."