.: ~ Petals Dipped in Crimson ~ :. (On Hold/ Being Rewritten)

.: ~ A Whole New Person ~ :.

(okay this is where ignorance comes in and may cause frustration to you readers so beware, a useful item to have by hand could be... a pillow maybe? Idk something that you can muffle screams of frustration works. Onwards!)

.: ~ ??? POV ~ :. 

(Gehee also a little more cursing than usual this chapter, cause eh why not)

I groaned as I stretched it was so fucking early to be up. I glance at the clock, it is in fact 8. pm. "Shigaraki you bastard!" I shouted as I left the room and went to the bar for breakfast "What do you want now?" Shigaraki grumbled from the seat next to me "Your the one who woke me up goddamnit!" I snap before eating my simple pancakes. I hear laughter behind me and I whirl around "I swear on your life that if you even dare laugh about my unbrushed hair I'm going to fucking annihilate you!" Silence follows and I huff before continuing to eat Toga skips in and tackles me in a hug "Your up early today!" she exclaimed and I nodded "I know because some hand freak decided 'oh, I'm going to wake Thunder Dome Four fucking hours early' Yes you Shigaraki!" I say sourly and Shigaraki grumbles, Dabi also walks in ans sits beside me "So he woke you up too?" he asked me and I sigh "yeah, why?" "Because I get up at 11 to do my work while you get up a hour later. So I had a feeling he woke us both up but I just wanted to make sure." I nod, his explanation sounded good enough. "Shigaraki, I'm willing to forgive you if you had a good reason for waking me." I tell the blue/gray (I don't know how to describe handsy's hair color!) villain, who rolls his eyes and takes off that hand on his face "I had a interesting target I want dead by midnight, Dabi, You have someone by the name Hawks, while You Thunder Dome Have someone else. here. let's make it your birthday present" Shigaraki rasped and I smirk "Don't worry, I'll kill them and get you some chap stick bro" I say smartly and jump through the warp that Kurogiri provided before Shigaraki could go off. I opened the paper and read the address then look around and see where I am, only a few blocks away so I'm good. I pull my hood on and start walking that way I finally stop at a house, It looked like Aizawa's house, but why would my target live there? We already killed all of them that are related to him anyways. I stop and hide out in an alleyway for a bit, my mind wondering to that glorious moment  

(mini Flash back :3 Totally not stalling)

I pounced on the ash blonde as he walked home. He landed on his back his face lighting up in shock. I loved it I watched the fear in his eyes grow until it seemed to shine in his red eyes. It was so beautiful, something I had never seen from him in my years of knowing him, I could feel his heart racing under my palms which were pressed against his chest. I smirked as it suddenly came to a stop and the light in Bakugou's eyes flicker then dim until he stared lifelessly at the sky. That was when I knew why I was Shigaraki's favorite, no body knew of me yet. Plus, I made the least mess with my kills. I picked him up and threw him over the bridge being careful enough to make it look like Bakugou had done it to himself.

(End Of flash back --> Back to present )

I forced myself back to the present and look at the house. I see a light on in what looks like the kitchen, I check the time again 10 pm now, took me two hours to find this house and get out of my memories. I sigh to myself in disappointment I should have gotten to this point in less than a half hour, oh well. I silently walk over and climb to the roof of the building beside it before taking a leap (Of faith, not really I'm just playing around) and landed on the roof of the building his target was in. I make sure my hood is on and I watch them, They are also wearing a hood so I don't know what they look like, They take a sip of Coffee and I get an idea. I rush down to the door and knock softly so I sound like a kid and halfway hold my breath to give my voice a childish sound to it "Who is there?" A familiar tired voice asks, I wasn't sure why it was familiar but it was. I shake it off and take a breath "I was wondering if you would like to buy some coffee grounds, Please?" I ask in that childish voice that makes me feel sick. "Why are you out so late kiddo?"The voice asks, and the door remains shut "M-My dad just told me I had to sell 50 containers before I could go back home..." I say managing to stutter, the scenario had actually happened to me once in childhood so I knew exactly how to word it. I heard a hum from the door, "How old are you?" "17..." It wasn't a lie- What? that's my true age! The childish tone even disappeared, My voice was flat and I couldn't move.  'Hell no! Not today!'  I snap silently "Why are you here?" I let off a burst of electricity and it seems to break the spell, though I caused a power shortage in the process and the streets are plunged into darkness. I hear the door open and I'm pulled inside. I feel something slam against my back, with how underfed I was the hit actually took the breath out of me. Something wraps around my neck and I panic, unwanted memories threatening to drag me into the past to relive them. A light shines in my face, I close my eyes tightly and the hand around my throat tightens it becomes a struggle for me to catch my breath from earlier. "Tell me. Who the Hell are you." The voice sounded dangerous. I open my eyes, blinking against the light which he backs away some as my eye adjust I find myself looking at a well built (more buff) Lavender haired and eyed boy. 'SHIT.'  I mentally shout, This boy looks familiar and I was willing to bet that while I didn't remember him that he remembered me. 'Probably not though'  I note since my hair is entirely different than two- three years ago in class 1-A. Yeah, You probably guessed who I am by now. Since so did he;

"K-Kaminari...?" 

A/N Hi! guess what! more cliff hangers! I'm sorry, I'm running purely on crackhead energy I'm getting from listening to a pun song over and over again, It also just so happens to be 3:30 so I'm enjoying and I literally can't stop writing, I turned on the water and the handle broke so it's just pouring out. ~Your Crackhead Author (Word Count: 1213)