"I told you to dismiss your class early." A scruffy pro hero grumbled at his friend as they sat in the car. "Now we're going to be late."
His blonde companion, also a pro hero, nervously chuckled and scratched his head. "Sorry! They were all begging for an extension in their quiz! Who knew that they found English hard?" He tried to explain himself, trying to ease up his usually serious friend.
"Still." muttered the dark haired pro hero. He crossed his arms as he looked out the window, estimating the traffic and time they'd be able to arrive at Nighteye Agency.
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You've changed in so many ways. A year and a few months have changed you so much. In terms of skill, you had become more alert and had started to understand how to activate and deactivate your emitter quirk. Attacking in a short range, using your mutation, had improved, making you more alert and more serious when in action. With the numerous gruesome tasks they have already ordered you to do, you were slowly becoming numb to the feeling of remorse and pity. You slowly lost emotions.
The only emotion you still had was fear.
Fear and hesitation, but the latter was fading away as well. You couldn't do anything but obey their commands, in fear of being punished. You feared getting hurt and, as selfish as it sounds, you preferred having to do horrible things instead of getting hurt or punished.
But that didn't really stop the pain they have caused you; it just lessened.
You have changed. Your eyes had dark circles under them as you lacked enough rest; lacked enough sleep. Numerous scars littered your body as the constant experiments as well as tasks you had to go through always seemed to hurt you, always seemed to give you a new one each time. Your once brilliantly colored hair had faded to white because of the frequent stress you were under, not being able to relax even once, to the point you weren't sure how to relax. You pretty eyes that once held some glimpse of hope and wonder were now dull and held fear.
You have changed so much. They have changed you, from being just a little girl, to becoming this obedient little soldier who still had a lot to learn.
Even with the many changes you have undergone, you still didn't know why they were doing all this. Why they had you do these things, either alone or with the other kids.
You often wondered why you and so many other kids were there.
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Months. The Nighteye Agency had been looking into different Yakuza groups for all sorts of activities involving drugs and so.
Koshikawa Usagi was one of those groups that had caught their eye. Aside from recent drug trade activities, there had been sightings of members of the league of villains coming in contact with some of the known members of the gang.
With this, they dug deeper into it, collecting more information about said organization.
What they found was rather shocking.
Pro hero, Sir Nighteye wanted to start up an operation about it, wanting to gather a bunch of heroes to help him get more information as well as stop this organization from continuing whatever they were doing.
So now, he waited in the room, waiting for the other heroes he called in for.
Fatgum and Ryukkiu were already there. They didn't bring their internships as per Nighteye's request as there would be some heavy topics that may be too disturbing for them. He didn't want them to handle such until they were actual sidekicks.
There was Tsukauchi and a few of his men from the police department as well. Bubble Girl and Centipider were on standby, greeting the entering heroes. Some staff of the Hero Public Safety Commission was also there as Nighteye had mentioned possible human trafficking and he thinks that the commission will be able to help those who may be involved in it.
"I apologize that we're late." A scruffy hero called out, waving at the group as he and his close friend walked over to some vacant seats. The duo both looked rather tired, seeing as they had just dismissed their class.
"It's alright, thank you for making time to join us, EraserHead and Present Mic." the green haired lanky hero said, settling down at the very front before gesturing to Bubble girl to start.
The blue sidekick cleared her throat, presenting something on the large screen. "In the events of four months, there has been recent drug trade activity connecting some yakuza groups. Nighteye Agency has been monitoring these groups and looking into what else they could possibly be doing. Aside from that, there has been reports that some members of the league of villains have been in contact with these organizations." She started, showing a map of the recent activities, as well as pictures of yakuza members and league of villains members that were talking to each other.
"Koshikawa Usagi was one that spiked up our interest the most, as for now. They have been the most active recently, and as we have done more research into what exactly they have been up to, we have found that they have not only been in smuggling and trading drugs in Japan, but there had also been flying rumors that they have been partaking in human trafficking." She presented some pictures taken, showing off people guiding tied up, blindfolded people into their organizations' known location.
There were several gasps as the numerous pictures, not only showcasing men and women, but also children.
"So this organization has been abducting people for what exactly? Do we know why?" A lower profiled hero raised her hand as she asked.
"As far as we know, they could be experimenting on these people, using them as lab rats and testing out the drugs on them." Sir Nighteye explained, pushing up his glasses. "And it seemed that they have also been selling people to other organizations, like slaves."
Bubble girl nodded, presenting another slide. "There was a recent purchase of an order by one of the top gangs, the Phantomhives. A koshikawa usagi member was seen making an exchange-" the big screen showed two talk figures and then a small one. The small one and the other figure was wearing a more secretive outfit with hats and face masks as the other was a tall slender male who had a tattered cloak on, underneath seemed to be a formal attire, like a black tuxedo. "- this is proof that they are selling slaves. Training them to be whatever the buyer desires."
"What can we do to help in this?" Tsukauchi asked. He usually became the representative when it came to the police department.
Nighteye pushed up his glasses, "We would like the police to assist us with a search warrant for their facility, in order to see exactly what is happening in there." He continued by saying: "in other words, we want to raid this place and stop their actions. The information we have now is enough evidence to show that what they are doing is very immoral."
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Your cries could be heard along the white halls of the facility. It echoed through the walls, but no one cared.
You stumbled back in fear, crying as you refused to fight the figure in front of you. It was a robot that had a picture taped onto its head, like it was supposed to be someone.
It scared the living daylight out of you, making you unable to attack.
"She's terrified." Shigaraki commented with a displeased tone, not wanting you to fear it. "Its just a picture yet she's already so terrified, how will those do when-"
"The more scared she is, the better and more uncontrollable her attack gets." Akane cut him off, her emerald eyes onto you. "Just you wait... It really does take her a while when she's this scared."
They watched you stumble back, falling on your behind, mutations out as you were ordered to not use your emitter quirk. They wanted you to eliminate the huge robot with your mutations. They wanted you to learn how to attack in close range battles in case someone manages to eliminate your emitter quirk.
Your pointed furry ears hung lowly, fluffy tail tucked between your legs and now silver wings covered each of your sides like a shield.
"Y.N.14, eliminate it now." You heard Akane's voice through the speakers.
If you could activate your emitter quirk, then it would have been done instantly, but you couldn't. Your (y/e/c) eyes glanced at the side, seeing S.A.25 with his quirk activated, easing your emitter quirk with an apologetic look on his face.
Your eyes went back at the robot, landing on the face that was printed on paper and taped to the bot. One of your wings shakily stretched out, a few feathers detaching and flying over to the bot, quickly stretching it, trying to damage it.
"Is she capable of flying?" Shigaraki asked.
"Not yet."
"Then that's useless... her feathers don't do much damage." He grumbled, watching as you attempted to take it down with you silver feathers.
They were useful for opponents who could feel pain, because your feathers were yet to develop into bigger and stronger ones, but as for now, all it could do was zoom towards your opponent and cut or stab them. They were strong that way, but against something like this, it was useless, especially since you couldn't fly yet.
You tried to scurry to your feet to leave, seeing it's metal arm raising up, readying to attack, but you were too scared, too terrified that you couldn't move. For some reason, the face taped onto the bot terrified you.
You had just got up when you noticed that the metallic arm fell down, assaulting you.
The boy, S.A.25, gasped, stepping forward as you stumbled back, blood splattering around. They had stopped him from going to you- from helping you.
You didn't expect the bot to be that quick for its size. You didn't expect that you'd get hit that quickly.
Blood trickled down your arm, a huge gash running across your shoulder to your left arm. You winced at the pain,looking up at the undamaged bot.
Not wanting to get hurt further by the robot, your (y/e/c) eyes glowed to a crimson color and in a swift movement, the head of the robot was off, along with the picture tapped on it.
"She's quick." Shigaraki commented in awe.
"She is," Akane smiled proudly, eyes on the retractable claws of yours, the ones you used to slice off the robot's head.
You struggled to keep standing, the pain and blood loss getting to you. Your glowing crimson eyes turned back to its natural color, (y/e/c).
Turning to look at the two-way mirror, you knew they were watching. You stared at your reflection, but you were hoping that they had the approving grin they usually had when you had finished the task.
Body weak and painful, your (y/e/c) eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you fell to the ground, blacking out.