A Twisted Tale - BNHA Fanfiction

The Discovery

I have edited this chapter and I'm much happier with it. Enjoy!

-In an unknown location-

"So... You are the great, Grim Reaper— eh?" A light blue-haired male asked a cloaked figure.

A smaller woman appeared from behind the figure, pushing up her glasses.

She wore a white blouse that was tucked in tightly into a plaid black and white pencil skirt. Her brown hair was hoisted into a tight bun on top of her head. She held a clipboard in her left hand and a pen in her right. She placed the pen on the clipboard, attaching it to the board itself.

"Yes. Yes, they are." She said, coldly.

"God, you are annoying." The male said, rolling his eyes and scratching his neck. He looked like he hadn't showered in five years, and had chapped lips that resembled a desert.

The figure scoffed, and turned to the smaller female. The figure made a motion with their head, ever so slightly but clearly visible to the woman.  The woman, in turn, nodded.

"I'm afraid, it is time to go." The woman pushed up her glasses, "Your services are no longer needed."

The woman looked around then pulled out a gun.

"It wasn't a pleasure doing business with you, Tomura." The gun fired alongside his ear, grazing it ever so slightly.

"Don't challenge us, fool." The female hissed, "Take one try at another hero and we don't miss."

Tomura was clearly shaking, even though he tried to hide it. He was scared.

Scared of the Grim Reaper and their assistant.

~

After the meeting with Aizawa, the pro-heroes were on edge. Over edge if you will. Even the footsteps of their friends made them jump at times. Izuku was especially on edge. He was a muttering mess. Writing notes upon notes of chaotic behavior and anything that related to Kimmy Yuto or The Grim Reaper. Even Bakugo was concerned. The 'little nerd' wasn't organized and methodical as he usually was. He muttered random things, tearing out pages of his notebooks— and then failing to glue them back in. Eventually Ochaco stepped in.

"Uh... Deku-kun?" She tapped his shoulder, to which he jumped and grabbed her arm. He twisted behind her back, causing her to yelp in surprise.

"S-sorry, Ochaco." He let her go, immediately going back to his notes.

"Do you want to take a break? I'm pretty sure you are burnt out. Everyone needs a break!" Ochaco said, trying to coax Izuku in with a cup of warm coco. He sighed in reluctance, before taking the mug.

"Thanks, Ochaco. I'm just worried. Nothing's making sense." He rubbed his eyes trying to refocus on his notes.

"Well, just try and take a breather. The break room is always open." Ochaco said, referring to the break room of Red Riot's hero agency which they were meeting up in for safety reasons.

"Y-yeah.." Izuku sighed again, "Do you think we'll find them?"

"I'm hoping we do." Ochaco said, sitting down next to Izuku.

"Yeah, me too."

~

Izuku woke up on his notebooks. He groaned as he rose from his sitting position, his neck popping at the sudden movement. He reached his hand up to his messy green hair, running it through the forest of hair. Izuku moves his hand to the bridge of his nose, clenching his eyes while clenching his nose. He sighed, relaxing his tense shoulders. He looked around, only to be greeted by his friends sleeping on their work as well.

"Guess we all had the same idea, eh?" Izuku muttered, a smile forming at the ends of his lips.

"Guess we did." A voice replied. Izuku turned around quickly to find Kirishima holding a cup of coffee. He smiled, his sharp teeth shining brightly.

"Uh-huh." Izuku glanced at the electronic clock on a near-by desk. "When did you get up?" He said, inquisitively.

"Around an hour ago. I tried to work on the case but it's just a loophole of the same information over and over again." Kirishima said, sighing, before taking another sip of his coffee.

"I know what you mean." Izuku replied, rubbing his neck.

"Who do you think it is?" Kirishima spoke while walking over to his desk, picking up a folder and throwing it open.

"To be honest," Kirishima nodded, "I have no idea."

Izuku sighed in defeat, closing his eyes relaxing his shoulders even more.

"You want some coffee?" Kirishima inquired, gesturing to the break room.

"Yeah, that would be nice." Izuku said, following Kirishima to the break room.

The break room was simplistic, possibly minimalistic— although Izuku didn't take Kirishima to be the minimalistic type. The walls were painted a neutral beige color. The room had a color pallet of natural hues and red accents. Probably to Kirishima's request. It had one window, which had the shades covering it with little light peaking through. Instead, the room was lit by a ceiling light. It brightened a table made of Japanese Maple Tree wood. There was one painting of a river with cherry blossom trees lining a nearby sidewalk, it hung just across from the door frame. There was a counter with a coffee machine and a few wooden sticks for stirring the coffee. Kirishima was already done with the coffee by the time Izuku was done admiring the furnishings.

"It's black, but if you want to add milk or sugar it's in those cabinets." Kirhsima said, handing Izuku the coffee and pointing towards two cabinets. Despite his pure personality, Izuku loved black coffee. He loved the bitterness of the bean, almost like it was natural. It was strong, but Izuku needed the caffeine after last night's fiasco. Izuku walked back out the room, taking a long sip of his coffee.

Ochaco and Jiro had already woken up and were making their way towards the break room like zombies. 'And I thought I was tired.' Izuku thought, smiling to himself.

"Any new information?" Izuku said to the two girls.

Jiro yawned, stretching out her arms. "Not much. I had to keep the big doofus over there in check for most of the night." She gestured towards Kaminari, who was asleep— drooling, of course. Izuku rolled his eyes, and turned his attention towards Ochaco, who had gotten her coffee already.

"How about you, Ochaco?" He tilted his head to the side, while resting on the door frame of the break room.

"Not much, although I checked through the video evidence we have of them and they seem like they know what they're doing." Ochaco shuddered at the thought, "They were experienced. They knew what to do and when to do it." Izuku hummed a response, frowning.

"I guess that's what you get when you kill 15 people." Jiro shrugged, closing her eyes in defeat.

"I guess so. Anyone know when the first kill was?" Izuku said, trying to make connections in his head.

"Yeah... Why?" Jiro stated, cocking an eyebrow at his comment.

"Just a theory." Izuku held his coffee with both hands, frowning, "What if they are making a pattern." He looked around, stopping on a whiteboard in the main work space. He rushed over to it, grabbing a marker and quickly putting his coffee down.

"When and where was the first kill, Jiro?" He questioned, raising the marker to the board, waiting for Jiro's response.

"Uh-uhm." Jiro hesitated, running over towards her own notes.

"4 weeks ago! Thursday the 26th!" Kirishima exclaimed, catching on to what Izuku was thinking.

Eventually all of the dates of the killings appeared written on the whiteboards. Izuku stepped back from the board, putting his hand to his face. He looked like he was deep in thought. He snapped his fingers in realization.

"I got it!"