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“Hmm, is that so?” Izuku asked his companion, who was perched on a fence a meter away. The boy had his lips pressed together and a hand under his chin, the perfect image of ‘I’m thinking like a cartoon character’. They’ve been talking for a few minutes-- well, Izuku has done the listening, mostly.
“Yes, my Lord, he has begun stirring trouble once again… it seems as if he wants to... destroy a nearby city. I am unsure, but that’s what I’ve been able to overhear,” The crow explains. Its black sleek feathers nearly shone under the sunlight, but Izuku wasn’t going to ask how it remained so clean.
Should he go at nightfall? Or catch them off guard in the daylight? He questioned the bird what to do.
“Daylight would be considered riskier, but they’d have no idea you’d come either way,”
“You do have a point there. Plus, going at night sounds boring. I usually do this at night anyway,”
The reaper sighed, then stood up from the grassy ground and stretched. While it was nice basking in the sun’s warmth, he had duties to do. After, however, he has someone to visit.
“Do you know where they are located?” He addresses the crow, who’s been sitting nicely.
It squawks, then flutters its wings and flies to the direction he assumes is the villain’s house. Or hideout. Maybe even an apartment. That’d be awkward; he imagines just ringing the doorbell and slashing them once they open the door. Damn.
The flight isn’t even that long actually, maybe twenty minutes. They arrive in front of a house. Just a plain, old house, with a front garden (except the flowers are all dead) and a squeaky gate. He huffs.
Kurogiri would be the most important target. His annoying quirk is good for the League, a pain in the ass for Izuku. He’ll be the first target. Seeing how Shigaraki is… the ‘boss’ of this whole circus he’ll kill him after, then the other clowns won’t really do much. Hopefully.
If they do end up being trouble in the future, he can always eliminate them, no big deal, his assigned territory is the safest, he’ll make sure of it.
The boy walks inside through the door, unsurprised to find it masked as a normal home. Thoughts race through his head, but the strongest one is that he knows the crows rarely get things wrong, meaning that there must be something here. An underground level perhaps.
He loves when this happens. Having to sneak around and search for an entrance. It’d be much easier to just go through the floor once again, but who do you think he is? Izuku loves challenges, and he will always try to overcome them when he finds one. They do offer the most entertainment regardless.
Once he finds the entrance, a trapdoor under a dusty desk, he makes sure to look around. It’s dark, and it’s smelly, and it’s just shitty overall. Is this how all villain’s super secret bases are? Disgraceful. At least make it pretty so your assassin can enjoy it too and maybe change their mind about killing you.
He sighs and follows a light, which soon proves to be coming from under a door where several voices could be heard, arguing.
He steps in, only to immediately regret it because it’s loud, and smells worse. It looks to be a living room; there are couches and chairs stationed around, but no one is sitting in them.
“--you can’t let him do that! I know he’s lost his min--”
“--ell maybe you’re not loyal anym--”
“--uck up! Listen--”
“--an’t just abandon him either! What if he nee--”
“Silence!”
All voices abruptly end, a few sets of eyes focusing on the tall figure of the mist man, including Izuku’s.
“Master Shigaraki makes the decisions here, and we are to follow. Anyone who is against him can leave or face me.”
No one speaks up. At least for a few seconds until a man with-- staples? Is his face stapled? -- raises his voice and shouts.
“Yeah well fuck that! Losing his precious Sensei made him go nuts! I get he was tryna kill fuckin’ All Might before but now he wants to end the world? What the fuck?” He looks around in bewilderment at his companions to see several nods and even angry glares directed at him.
This is getting interesting, the invisible reaper thinks. One villain going insane, others getting disturbed and leaving, perfect move for Izuku to get his target.
“Dabi, you simply don’t understand.” Kurogiri shakes his head as if scolding a child, eyes closed and shoulders slumped. He looks so tired. He must be for having to deal with these clowns.
Dabi tsk’s, turns around to leave, not before glaring at everyone and muttering “idiots” under his breath. Given by the nasty looks aimed at him, he must’ve been heard. No one goes after him, though clearly some want to.
Whatever, this really isn’t his business, he needs to end this. He summons his scythe, caresses it, and looks at Kurogiri. With his position in front of the others, Izuku’s scythe will have enough space to be swung and finish him off.
It would be much easier to do what he did at the warehouse where the heroes set up the trap, but that trick took a lot of concentration, so it’s a no for now. Having to make sure only the blade is tangible is a lot of work, but he doesn’t regret doing it then. Seeing the heroes’ horrified expressions made him laugh days on end after that.
He positions himself to stand behind Kurogiri, in sight of the other villains, with his weapon raised up.
As he’s about to swing it down, he lets himself be seen, even lets out a childish giggle out for effect, knowing his eyes are glowing green. He wonders how he looks.
(The villain’s thoughts on the matter would be ‘horrifying’, ‘blood-chilling’ and many more. Qualities of a monster, perhaps?)
Uncomfortable silence, then:
Splash. Thud.
And there goes the misty man’s head, along with his metal guard thing.
+
Shigaraki is quietly doing his work, making plans and arranging meetings with other villains, when he suddenly hears voices. Surprisingly, they’re multiple voices, and they sound as if… they’re all whispering?
Oh. Oh no.
His muscles lock up against his will, and his breathing quickens.
He remembers this, this same sensation when that creepy looking brat had appeared at their old hideout out of nowhere, and when he left, Sensei had been found dead.
His Sensei is-- was an incredibly powerful person, had thousands of quirks he could’ve defended himself with, so if this emo looking kid could kill him, then that’s a bad thing.
He’s not stupid, he knows the child means trouble, and if Sensei couln’t beat him, then what in the fuck is Shigaraki himself supposed to do?
He looks up to see two bright, green eyes stare into his own, and his mind finally registers that this is a threat.
It’s futile, he knows, this kid knows, but he tries. Tries to touch him, to hit him, anything, but all he ends up with is a kick to his chest and suddenly he’s on his back.
He’s in pain from that kick, it must’ve broken a few ribs, but he doesn’t understand how. Super strength? Bone breaking quirk?
It doesn’t matter, because now he scrambles backwards with his back towards the wall like some cornered animal, but he’s too busy to care because this kid -- this kid is leisurely walking towards him with a scythe in hand, and he doesn’t know what to do.
Am I going to die here?
Most likely, his own mind answers.
“Shiggy, Shiggy, Shiggy,” the green boy in front of him says, while sighing. He sounds tired-- no, disappointed? Why?
“I thought you’d be better,” he says, but his voice sounds like wind, and like the whispers from earlier. It makes the hairs on his body stand on end.
“Who a-are you?” Shigaraki manages to gasp out, though that seems to be a bad decision, because then he watches as the kid stops.
The brat raises his head to grin at him in the most inhumane way possible (worse than Sensei, and those were bad), then raises his weapon.
It looks sharp.
It has blood on it.
That means someone’s already dead.
Looks like he’s next.
“I am Death.” his executioner whispers, before bringing his weapon down so swiftly it makes a breeze.
Shigaraki Tomura’s life is no more then, looks like he was right afterall.