The MoonLight Artist

*~Chapter 3~*

"What is with that kid, I just don't get it"

Chizome Akaguro complained to himself.

"Firstly they appear out of nowhere and then act like a 10 year old, but why is she alone?"

Akaguro had met with a girl called Tsuki just last night and had warned him about oncoming cops he had ended up following her home against his will for the young girl had forced him to. Akaguro twiddled with the switchblade that she had drawn him the night before

"her quirk sure is a unique one I have to admit... huh"

he stopped playing with it and looked closer where he felt an indent on the blade. It was the girls phone number, but why. He found somewhere to stop so he could pull out his phone and text the number on the blade.

I pull out my phone from my pocket and roll my eyes at the notification.

"unknown number: Hello is this Tsuki?".

Aghh what is wrong with me" I cursed under my breath, at that point I was sure I gained some attention but I hesitantly opened my phone and replied to the message

"Hello, Yes my name is Tsuki, who is this?"

I hit send and had a flashback from the night before when I had given the blade to the man.

"Are you the man from last night who I gave the switchblade to?"

I hit send again and turned off my phone as the train came to a stop at north station. I got off and walked to the center of town to see what I could do as: Moonlight Artist. The funny thing is it's actually daytime but nevermind.

Akaguro turned on his phone after receiving a notification, it was from Tsuki

"Hello, yes my name is Tsuki, who is this? Are you the man from last night who I gave the switchblade to?"

He read the message and started typing a reply

"Yes I got your number from an engraving in the blade. You know your quirk is pretty unique. I just thought I'd tell you."

he hit send but felt off, he shrugged it off as he was walking to north end. Akaguro slipped silently through alleyways in hope to not get caught. It was important he kept out of public view for he was the infamous Hero Killer Stain (this time he had a second identity, pro hero Blue Blood as much as he despised it), his original role was to purge 'heroes' who are fake and only do what they do for fame and fortune. Blue Blood or Stain hoped to one day reclaim the title hero and reserve it for people such as All Might, the only true hero.

I checked the time on my phone and saw it was now 10:00 am and I was heading into the busiest part of north end to try out some new tricks and find out the limit of my quirk. While I was checking the time I saw I had a new notification from the number who I set to 'knife-guy'... mostly because I never got his name he had replied:

"Yes I got your number from an engraving on the blade. You know your quirk is pretty unique. I just thought I'd tell you."

The message shocked me a bit so I typed a quick reply as I came to the final destination

"Thank You"

I sent the message and put my phone back in my pocket. I entered a side alley so I could scale the building in secrecy. I took gymnastics for three years as a kid, and to this day it helps me greatly.

As soon as I was at the top I took a seat and scanned the surroundings for a reasonably sized building, I spotted one on a corner and got to work immediately drawing the concrete structure. The building in question was a six storey office block but I thought I'd challenge myself, little did I know the mysterious man from the night before was in the same sector of town at north end and he wasn't far off from where I sat.

He walked in silence as he weaved his way around the tall buildings of north end and spotted a complex which was tall enough to view the civilians below. In a matter of minutes he was at the top of the structure and scouting the surrounding area. In hope to see a 'fake hero' he had his hand at the ready to swing out one of his many blades at the sight of a so called 'hero', despite the fact he was a 'hero' himself. Akaguro was getting slightly bored and ready to move on, he had been perched on the rooftop for 20 minutes now and had not seen a 'hero' at all Suddenly he saw a building fall to the ground in one hit with people running everywhere the sound was deafening and he could not believe his eyes for a minute and he could've sworn the bottom storey was missing.

20 minutes later I had finished my drawing and was happy with how accurate it was. The sad thing is that I had just finished erasing the lowest storey. I wanted to see if I drew something in real time and erased part of it. Would I be able to say 'erase' the actual thing so I decided to test the theory today. I hold my drawing book in my right hand and proceed to place my left hand on my drawing while staring with all my focus on the building across from me and within seconds the building fell to the ground in a loud crash. I smiled and laughed maniacally at the sight of the rubble and people running left right and center away from the site of destruction.

"It worked... it actually fucking worked"

I yelled but not so loud as to gain attention. I was overcome with joy that my quirk could do more than intended. From that day forward things were looking up and I couldn't wait to cause chaos (or good, I wasn't sure at this stage-) at every turn...