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He was sitting in a cell, and quite frankly bored out of his mind. They put him in a high security prison, and even the guards haven't been by yet. Not to mention that they won't play music over the very obvious speakers.
It's a real travesty in his opinion.
Music makes the world go 'round, you know? They won't even let him make his own! Muzzled, he sat there stewing over the injustice.
Perhaps, if he was feeling empathetic, he'd be willing to be reasonable about it. After all, his body count was pushing sixty. No one wants to risk it, especially with his quirk.
Too bad he really wasn't today.
It was an itch that was driving him insane. There was dead silence, and the most he could do was tap, tap, tap.
It wasn't enough. It was too quiet.
The quirk suppressing cuffs weren't help either. That they felt like they had to both muzzle and cuff him was amusing. They both did the same thing.
Humans were so prone to theatrics when frightened. He enjoyed it to no end.
Each second that passed by made the room seem duller. Staring at a plain white wall with a few large numbers for hours on end was agony. Where was the color, the life?
It was official, Tartarus was less fun than watching paint dry, and Hizashi was so ready to get out.
He hadn't been there long. From his counting, he knew it had been about a week. Locked in this dull, boring, colorless cell for about a week.
Man, was he sick of this place!
And there was no music!
Really, it would be best if he set this place ablaze, but not yet. There's a reason he's here, and these idiots won't know what hit them.
They think they're so clever, don't they? After nearly two decades of murder and other miscellaneous crime, they've finally caught The Banshee.
Hizashi was rather fond of that name and its implications. He's a specter and a harbinger of death and despair. It's fitting, really, what with his disappearing acts as of late.
The Banshee is a newer name, but it's his favorite by far. He's gone by so many over the years. Screech, Gunshot, Static… Present Mic. Each one had been a marker for a change in his life.
It's only now that the police have realized that these people are one in the same. It makes him want to laugh!
In fact, he probably would be, if it weren't for this damn muzzle!
He could feel the minutes pass. It wouldn't be too much longer before he could get rid of it. The plan was almost to fruition.
Deciding to wisely use his time left in solitude, he makes faces at the camera. For what was probably the ninetieth time this week.
An hour passed, and another two much the same. Pulling faces could only be so entertaining without a reaction to go off of. So, it was back to mind numbing boredom.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tick, tick, tick.
Tock.
It was time.
A small portal opened behind him, and small hands unmatched his suppressors and muzzle. He carefully kept them in place as he stood up. Only then did he let them drop to the ground.
The alarm blaring didn't startle him in the slightest. If anything it made him grin.
Hizashi thinks it's about time someone taught these officers an appreciation for music. It was his honor to be the one to do it.
He'll welcome them to the world of sound with a song he wrote himself. An ode to his dear ones, and in his signature fashion, a warning of what's to come.
Not that will help them. The muses themselves couldn't stop the storm that was coming.
He opened his mouth, and softly sang a fortune of fates being sealed.
"There will come a soldier
Who carries a mighty sword
He will tear your city down, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
He will tear your city down, o lei o lai o lord"
He thought of his Shouta. The best fighter on their team, and fights using a bladed capture weapon. His raven haired love was protective, if not possessive. Hizashi knew if anything happened to them, he would raze Japan to the ground to find the culprit.
The two of them had known each other since their naive days. They were once going to be heroes, and almost made it when they were abruptly woken up. After that, they escaped their daily pain to find a new calling. At first separately, and eventually together.
"There will come a poet
Whose weapon is his word
He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord"
He thought of himself, this time. A boy with parents who were bitter about losing their hearing, and called a villain by peers for causing said hearing loss. Who's only escape was music until he met Shouta. One who turned his back on heroics when he saw the hideous monster hidden within the industry.
Though it may not be safe, he's happy with the life he's made for himself. And if his love of music became his calling card, then all the better, right? Everyone remembers a haunting tune, and no one forgets the promise of an omen.
"There will come a ruler
Whose brow was laid in thorn
Smeared with oil like David's boy, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
Smeared with oil like David's boy, o lei o lai o lord"
Last, but certainly not least, he thought of his Izuku. Despite being younger than both him and Shouta, the young genius had seen the horrors of this society first hand. Discrimination to villain attacks to out right neglect, he seemed to know the world through the eyes of someone much older than eighteen.
Yet, despite all of that, he still wanted the best for people. He could still find it within himself to love him and Shouta, and was perfect for them. Izuku found them and wormed his way into their hearts and plans. Now, they are going to right what has wronged all three of them thanks to the teenager's ploy.
"O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
He will tear your city down, o lei o lai"
He allowed the song to trail off as he falls backwards into the portal. Two sets of hands caught him as he exited. The rounded shadow that he passed through disappeared, signaling that it had served its purpose.
Hizashi looked at the two familiar handsome faces before him. He sighed dramatically as he draped himself over his loves.
"You know," he whined pathetically. "That was the most boring thing in the whole world!"
Shouta chuckled and ran his fingers through Hizashi's hair, despite it being oily. Izuku smiled and kissed him on the nose.
"I'm truly sorry," the greenet spoke bashfully. "It took longer than expected to set up enough explosives to thin the amount of officers there. On the bright side, the plan succeeded with flying colors! The explosives took out a few heroes; a couple of other villains escaped; the public will lose more faith in the system; and I got some of the highly classified intel they keep there!"
The happy little blush that his Izuku was sporting was the cutest thing ever! Hizashi could just eat him up! Actually...
"I need a long shower after a week in prison. Care to join me?"
The grins were the only answer he needed.