Worth Fighting For (Toshinori Yagi x Reader)

Chapter 24

Art Credit: kswainart

The time was coming.

All the waiting she'd done would finally be to her benefit.

The man with no face had strictly instructed her not to engage until she was fully prepared and before she found a motive to bring Mighty Marina into her welcoming hands.

Her guide called himself All For One, their chance encounter being not long after she had escaped her terrible incarceration. Nearly an entire decade of brooding and loathing in that confined cell with no opening to the outside world made her yearning to destroy that water quirk hero so unbearably strong.

Somehow she escaped that godforsaken prison, which had possibly been due to the quirk erasing shackles she had worn somehow losing its ability or the guards merely were too stupid to notice anything out of the ordinary.

She remembered it like it was yesterday—her liberation.

The day had been just like any other, stuck for hours at a time in the same six by eight feet room to look at until the moment she took her last breath. When the woman, a once notoriously dangerous villain whom Americans all around feared, resided simply in her solitary room she wore a thick metal band around her porcelain neck that kept her from using her powerful quirk.

On the rare occasions she was out of her room, with her limited hours outside and daily tasks given to her by the officers watching over her, she wore special cuffs on her wrists that served the same properties as her metal neck band.

She had been on her way back to her cell, her hands shackled and her long ivory colored hair hitting the back of her calves every time she took a step. Two guards accompanied her, holding her by her biceps as she walked. She hated being here, being stuck in a place like this and not being free.

It took every fiber in her being not to cause attention to herself when she suddenly felt the cuffs around her wrists jerk loose. When she lightly pulled her arms apart further, the chains holding her strained like it was about to break.

Was it, hope?

She would have to tug as hard as she could for the possibility of her breaking the cuffs, which would render it useless to its quirk erasing ability. She also didn't have the metal band around her neck to stop her as well.

The life of a villain was always uncertain.

But she tried her luck, and was successful.

Her bare feet pounded on slick wet mud as rain drenched her long ivory white hair and darkened her tacky prison uniform. The distant screaming of sirens alerting emergency urged her faster, her lungs taking in massive gulps of air as she ran. The light jingling coming from her broken cuffs that were still locked on her wrists reminded her that she was not yet safe from being apprehended once again.

Her dead eyes which were completely onyx from her irises to her sclera's scanned the towering electric gates at the end of the prison yard that contained her from civilians. How she managed to evade the officers and guards after she'd gotten loose would always be lost deep within her subconscious. Even though the cold rain was still pounding against her form and the earth, her crazed stare looked beyond the gates.

Freedom was just at her fingertips.

This society wasn't fair. Life wasn't made fair.

That meant the people who were on the bottom just because they were different or they didn't fit the social norms had to claw and fight their way to replace the ones on top.

She was one of those few.

Determined to seek just revenge on the woman who ruined her life, her fanatic thought process was completely single-minded and tunnel visioned. One thing kept repeating in her brain.