Worth Fighting For (Toshinori Yagi x Reader)

Chapter 28

Art Credit: momijikk0_

Darkness had been such dreadful company for the amount of time she had been forced underground and out of the spotlight.

It was something Banshee knew was essential for her goals and ambition, but truthfully it had been difficult to manage even at her most composed behavior.

She loved the sun and the sky, something only Aswang while she was still alive knew to be a thing that the other woman enjoyed in addition to villainy. Only she knew of that secret, something that to others would simply be trivial. But not to Banshee. Having or showing weakness to others was reflected in the smallest of things, such as what she enjoyed and cared about. Once a person had something they truly and deeply needed in their life, it was so easy for a person's enemies to use that against them. While Banshee's thought process of anything she tried placing critical reasoning in lacked an immense amount of sanity, she still believed that keeping such things a secret was essential to her survival in this cruel world.

And perhaps in a way she was right, as having connections to others can become a liability. Heroes and villains constantly found themselves in battle with themselves over the greater good and their own wants if not battling each other, and neither work, good or bad never really was happy until they left that scene completely.

It was why when she first found her feelings of affection with Aswang, her initial reaction was to push her away. But she had never felt love like that before which was eerily similar to Toshinori and (Y/N), and like Toshinori she realized she couldn't stay away from her soon-to-be partner. That weakness took Aswang away from her, and was one of the reasons why she was here right there and now to seek her vengeance.

If she wanted to maintain a strong, cold image of herself, she didn't dare disclose anything that would let people in or understand her more just so she could get stabbed in the back.

She just couldn't do it.

If others were to find out about a simple fact such as her admiration for something as tenderhearted as nature, she feared as a villain it would make her come off as weak and less dangerous to others and make people think they can overpower her.

Of course this was not the case, as her fear was more irrational than anything else.

Even in incarceration however, Banshee's human side always shone in her despite her best efforts to hide it while behind bars. With her room near the perfect area where the light always hit her window on the brightest and sunniest days, guards would sometimes see the villain sitting next to the small window with her elbow propped up on the windowsill with her onyx eyes tracing around the sphere of the sun. Seeing that made her not a monster or a villain, not the shrieking woman or a criminal.

They saw just a woman, almost as if she'd turn back into a little girl, chasing her dreams through the rays of the sun.

She hated that weakness.

Maybe other than Aswang the sun had been her previous solace in her bleak world. A world that needed her fixing in her opinion.

A world that would become her own.

But the sun also still felt nice on her very fair skin as she wandered nearly aimlessly about the empty streets of Musutafu in surprisingly patient wait for her opponent. Banshee had half the expectance that the government and the hero agencies would evacuate the citizens as quickly as possible to circumvent further casualties and public injures that may occur if the cities worst fears were vitalized.

The ivory haired villain believed their actions as cowardly but in their case smart, if she did truly find herself using the fullest potential of her power against the city. There was no telling what damage she could cause. She supposed if she were a high official in a society, which in her deranged mind would be her future after she took care of this personal issue of hers—this being Mighty Marina—she would have to worry about the well being of her people. Her dreams of a new world had never left her mind, as she still wanted to paint society in her own image, but she had been so consumed with her thoughts of revenge that it nearly slipped away from her subconscious.