Vigilantes Of Tokyo Alliance (A Bnha Fanfic)

V.O.T.A.

Shota Azaiwa had never been more annoyed in his life. And he was a highschool teacher so that's saying something. Currently, he is standing at the scene of yet another mugging stopped by the mysterious V.O.T.A. The group, which had been around for a little over two years now, was impossible to track. They never left fingerprints or any other form of evidence that could be used to pinpoint their identities.

All that was known about the group was that it had a total of five members. The only reason they know this is at every site they find a small piece of paper with the group name and members signature on it. Each member has their own special signature that they used to show who they were.

Eraserhead looked once again at the knocked out thugs sitting on the ground. He sighed. This group had been taken out by someone calling themselves Butterfly. From what the victim said, she had an extremely powerful quirk. Their was no sign of a struggle but all the other fighters were knocked out. Suddenly, he heard police sirens behind him.

"So. Another one by the mystery team?" Detective Tuasaki idk how you spell his name Said. Shota sighed. "It seems so. I swear the amount of crimes these kids solve goes up everynight."

Tuasaki nodded. "I'm a little hesitant to arrest them. They do alot of good. But, they are technically breaking the law so that's a shame." Shota chuckled. "IF we ever can catch them. Their always gone before the pros show up. I dout we'll ever be able to find them."
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Across from town, a teenager slipped through the window of an abandoned apartment complex. At three in the morning no less. "Therer you are." An annoyed voice said. The girl turned around, seeing who had spoken. "I thought I told you to rest tonight! You broke your rib yesterday you idiot!" A young green haired girl yelled.

The girl had long hair that flowed down her back. She had on a blue, baggy, short sleeved shirt tucked into a pair of black shorts. Her purple eyes glowed in the darkness of the bedroom. Her arm were a mess of scars that had healed long ago, giving her skin a pattern that looked like intertwining rivers. More, similar scars peaked out from below her shorts, going just below before stopping. She had a small bandage on her cheek.

"Sorry Sabine, but I have to keep up with my work." The other girl said with a sorry expression on her face. The green haired girl, Sabine, sighed.

"Look. I know you love what you do but you have to at least try to be cautious. I don't like seeing you get hurt." She said with an exasperated tone. She may sound annoyed, but those people who knew her long enough could hear the concern laced through.

"I know. No go to bed. It's late." The other finished. Sabine nodded before walking to her own bedroom. Now alone, the other girl took of her hood, a mess of ling blue hair falling out. She shook her head, letting it fall straight. She took the black sweatshirt off to reveal a black tank top. After changing into some shorts and taking off her cargo boots she flopped on the bed.

Just before she closed her blue eyes, she heard a small thump from the next room over, letting her know the presence of the only other full time occupant of the building. She smiled. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was goodnight, Butterfly.