His Twin

Thirty-six

A few days later

Pain is all I feel. My head, my arms, ribs; almost everything is in pain. I open my eyes, stupid League of Villains. I am tied to a chair, hands bounded behind my back and my legs tied to the chair's. Seriously? Do they still not know what my quirk is?

"Endeavor, is it true that the young lady taken by the villains is one of your son's fangirls?" I spy a TV that is showing a news conference at UA. Even Eraserhead is on TV! Does he have a fever or something? 

My father clears his throat "Not in that sense, in her words: she is a fan of my youngest but due to that fact that she is my youngest daughter that I had thought to be dead." Dad, what are you doing? 

"Mr. Endeavor, do you think that, if persuaded, your daughter would join the League of Villains?" My father looks a little unsure behind his glare, not that anyone but our family would notice it. "I doubt it." he says confidently "I may not have been in her life for the majority of it, but even as a little girl she was already wanting to become a hero. Not to mention she has shown more heroism than many of the heros that I work with." In his eyes it looks as if he is remembering a happy but sad memory. Dad looks like he is about to say more but the screen goes black. "Well wasn't that revealing, Miss Azula." a raspy voice says behind me. Yes it was. "What do you want with me?" I growl. The person walks around where he is standing in front of me, this dude is in major need of lotion and lip balm. "Straight to the point." he smiles behind a hand "What I want is you." I snort "No way, really? I thought my arrival was unexpected." sarcasm is strong with this comment.

"Let me restate that; we want you to join us."

"No." I state blandly, he did not like that "Did you even consider what we can do to you?"

"Please, you don't scare me. Now show me who is really in charge around here."

"How-"

"Why would the League follow a man who throw temper tantrums when things don't go according to plan." I say coldly "Not to mention you have face palmed so often that you decided to face palm permanently toward everyone."

"You little brat!"

"I'm correct, aren't I?" The man slaps me, definitely ticked him off. Got to hand it to him, that had my vision go fuzzy for a second or two."Why did Master want to impress her? If she didn't request this, you would be one of Toga's play things."

"So the 'Master' is a lady's man. Who would've thought." I think aloud, the man storms past me, leaving through a door that must be behind me. "And Bakugo said I wasn't a cold-hearted bitch."

Many hours later

Okay I think I got a plan for my escape. "I AM NOT FUCKING LISTENING TO YOU DICK HEADS UNLESS YOU GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES AND BEG!!" I hear Bakugo yell from what sounds to be a different room "YOU FUCKING TELL THEM BAKUGO!" I shout back, the fact that he was captured as well changes a few things. I wiggle my arms so that I can reach the base of my spine, Good, they didn't find them. The finger tips if my left hand brush against my spare knife that I carry for just in case. I start to slide my knife out if it's sheath as I here the door open.

"Well, well, well fancy meeting you here Azula." a voice smiles, the last voice I want to hear.

Muraku

"What the hell do you want, Muraku?" I yell/growl as he walks in front of me, me trying to discreetly get my knife out. The boy has a glint is his baby-blue eyes that is worthy of Mineta. "This~." he holds my chin gently in his hand before pressing his lips in mine.