WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF RAPE! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
Kiko was in the middle of finalising her stolen blueprints when her door flung open loudly. She flinched and jumped out of her seat, almost stumbling over as she desperately stood in front of her computer screen.
“What are you doing? What’s that?” Yamato Gouma slammed the door shut behind him, jabbing at the monitor. “Stop hiding it!”
“It… It’s nothing—” the woman stammered before her master shoved her aside roughly.
Her heart flew to her mouth as the man stared at the screen in terrifying silence. She kept her clammy hands behind her back to hide their trembling. Her master had never visited her in her quarters before. Why did he have to choose now to barge in?
And then he swung around violently.
The first blow caught her by surprise. Kiko yelped and collapsed to the ground as the coarse palm slammed into her face. Her vision blurred with tears before another slap hit her again.
And again. And again. And again.
Instinct kicked in as she caught the next blow and pushed it away. Yamato growled in anger, kicking her in the stomach instead.
“How dare you… betray me like that?!” The man yanked Kusanagi’s suit and ripped it off her body. “After everything I’ve done for you! I gave you this suit… I gave you your life back! If it weren’t for me, you’d still be rotting in Tartarus! You owe me!”
“I’m sorry, Master… I’m sorry.” Kiko was shaking like a baby bird. “But I must do this. Please… this will be the end of my suffering. Everyone else with a bad quirk like me… This will be the end of our suffering. You promised you’d accept me for who I am back then. This is what I want.”
“Who you are? What you want? This is you. You’re Kusanagi!” Yamato retorted. “You’re my weapon. Your only desire is to kill for me! I told you not to move without my permission, didn’t I?!”
“N— No!”
Kiko’s hand flew to her mouth as though she could’ve taken back what she had just said. She put them down and clenched her fists. Yamato was her master; he must love her enough to hear her out. Maybe if she came clean, he’d forgive and support her instead.
“What do you mean, ‘no’?” The man’s voice dropped to a menacing growl.
“The guy who intruded on this place, his name is Takehiro Kazuma. He was my… friend before I—” Kiko pursed her lips. “Before I accidentally killed my family. This world has been unfair to quirkless people like him too. That’s why I’ve been trying to create a machine that can remove all quirks from the world permanently. It’ll be a better place for people like us. Master, you understand, don’t you? You want to be a ruler to make the world a better place, don’t you?”
“So that chump was your old friend. No wonder you care so much. No wonder you started behaving weirdly after seeing him on the bridge,” Yamato said in a dark tone. “Tch, I should’ve recognised a woman in love. Well, I can’t have you two on opposite sides now, can I?”
Kiko’s heart leapt. Did it actually work? Was her master going to support her?
“Kusanagi, kill Takehiro Kazuma. That’s your next mission.”
“W— What? Why?”
“Why?” Yamato creased his eyebrows. “Because he’s getting in my way, of course. Since when do you question the purpose of killing your targets? Besides, that kid’s a distraction you don’t need. Killing him yourself will remind you of that.”
The woman’s mind spun, fighting itself to get control. She shook her head slightly, backing away from her master.
“Oh. And as for your little project, I’ll continue it in your stead. Might be useful for threatening other nations in the future—”
“You lied…”
“Huh?”
Kiko marched up towards Yamato aggressively. “You’ve only wanted to use me ever since you broke me out of Tartarus. All you’ve done for me has really only been for yourself! You never intended to let me live on my own terms! I’ve been nothing but a tool to you; I just didn’t want to see it.”
“Are you malfunctioning again? Fuck!” Yamato’s shout split the quiet of the room. “Since when did you become so rebellious?! I am your master. You only listen to me! So stop thinking and kill who I tell you to kill!”
“No.”
The man glared at her before turning away. “Such a disappointment. Consider yourself discharged from service, Kiko Asahi. You really are useless after all.”
Kiko bit her lip, willing herself with all her strength not to cry. As hard as she had it in the Yakuza, it was the only place she had called home ever since her release from Tartarus. Outside this life, she had nothing.
Well, almost nothing.
Even without the Yakuza, the blueprints she stole had detailed enough instructions to create what she wanted. She couldn’t let this be the end for her; there was still work to do. Even if she didn’t have her Master, so be it. The world would have a place for her once she rid it of quirks.
Kiko looked up again, realising that Yamato had stopped in his tracks and turned back at her. She remained motionless in confusion.
“Well…” The man faced her with a sinister grin. “Not entirely useless.”
A blue forcefield knocked her back and sent her sprawling on the bed. Cold shivers seized her body as Yamato lunged towards her and yanked her shorts down. Her hands went down instinctively, only to be caught by her wrists and pinned over her head.
Her eyes went wide, taking in the full horror of the man’s lustful expression snarling at her. She let out a whimper, desperately searching for any lingering sign of the kind man who had given her a second chance at life.
There was none. There never was any. Not now. Not five years ago. That man never existed. All that ever existed was an evil man clothed in the skin of a saviour.
Pain stabbed at her crotch. Kiko let out a yelp as a red glow covered her irises. Yamato grunted in pain, pushing himself away from the woman as his body began convulsing uncontrollably.
Kiko kicked the man in the chest to push him further away before turning around. Panic flooded her as she turned around, searching desperately for her suit to cover herself. The bottom half of her body was completely exposed, while the top was only covered in a flimsy camisole. She was practically naked.
The woman threw herself onto the floor and scrambled towards her suit tossed in the corner. Her weapons were inside. She just needed to reach it—
Her body froze on the spot, completely encased by a thin blue force field.
No…
A strangled scream burst from her open mouth as the blue light lifted her and threw her back onto the bed. Kiko struggled to crane her neck back at her assailant, but he had her body completely under his control.
Oh god. Please, no… Help me… Someone help me!
Goosebumps rushed over her exposed skin as she felt the man roughly tear the camisole from her body. A calloused hand groped her exposed breasts almost immediately. Her mind screamed in protest, begging for someone to save her, but it only came out as raw, tortured shrieks.
Another hand pinned her head down by the back of her neck, occasionally slamming her face into the bed repeatedly. Tears leaked from Kiko’s glowing eyes as she felt Yamato push himself into her again.
“You… ungrateful bitch…” Yamato panted, pressing his weight on her.
Kiko could feel his hot breath on her neck. Her open mouth wailed in both horror and pain as the man ravaged her body. Every thrust felt like cold stabs into the depths of her soul.
“You… fucking belong to me. How dare you… look at another man…”
The blue light disappeared from her fingers, although she could only gouge holes into the bed’s soft fabric. Her voice was long gone from all the screaming, but the pain only intensified by the second. She could feel blood trickling from between her legs.
“Useless, stupid… woman. This is… all you’re good… for— Ugh!”
Yamato groaned as his body trembled slightly, before relaxing it and slumping down on Kiko. The blue light flickered away, but Kiko didn’t struggle any further. After all, the warm liquid leaking onto the bed more than sufficed to tell her that it was already over.
The man got off her body a few seconds later. Kiko shifted off the bed as well and staggered towards her suit, her face slick with tears. She never wanted to cover herself more in her whole life.
Pain jolted through her stomach without warning. The woman screamed, collapsing immediately from the kick to her crotch. Her mind swirled with shock and fresh pain. Why—
Kiko yelled with each blow as Yamato kicked her abdomen over and over again.
“For the record, I didn’t want to do this.” The man finished his assault with a brutal stomp on her stomach. “This is your fault for letting things come to this, Asahi. And for being such a pretty young thing.”
Yamato zipped up his pants and made for the door. “You have fifteen minutes to get out of my place. If I’m done smoking and I still see you here, you’re getting a bullet in your head.”
The woman crawled to her suit and hugged it close to her naked body as the door slammed shut. The first sob caught her by surprise, but they were soon rolling over each other on the way out of her throat.
Kiko Asahi curled up against the wall and let her tears trickle onto the floor.
~ ~ ~
The man flicked his head to a strange humming sound outside his window. He got out of his chair immediately, looking out for any signs of another intruder.
There were none. Odd, he could’ve sworn he just heard a motorcycle revving its engine outside.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, the chief researcher ran a hand through his bald head and turned his attention back to the blueprints on his computer screen. That must’ve just been his imagination. He was on the fifth floor; it was literally impossible for a motorcycle to drive by his window.
The man rubbed his eyes. He was probably just overtired from everything that had been going on, that’s all. Ever since the break-in a few weeks earlier, he had been ordered to step up security in this place. Still, it was far from enough.
After all, those who worked here were either illegal researchers or regular Yakuza thugs. If someone was skilled enough to infiltrate this place and steal data completely undetected, the residents of this place were far from capable of dealing with such a strong soldier. The Nomus guarding the entrance only operated on base instincts, so they weren’t exactly the best watchdogs either.
The lights flickered, plunging the room into total darkness for a brief moment.
His heart skipped a beat as he mumbled in exasperation. First, the air-conditioning went out earlier, and now the lights were malfunctioning. The facilities in this place could really use an upgrade. Or some maintenance, at the very least.
A black spot appeared at the periphery of his vision as the lights came on again. The man rubbed his eyes again, looking away from the computer. Perhaps it was time for him to take a break. All that screen time was really making him imagine things—
“Woah!” he yelped and jumped out of his chair, finally noticing the figure draped in all black standing in a corner.
It quickly crossed the distance between them.
“K— Kusanagi!” The man nervously took out a handkerchief to wipe his brow again. “I— Uh… What brings you here?”
“Any progress?” the woman spoke in her usual cold tone, although it sounded a little raspier than usual.
“Of— Of course!” he replied. “In fact, the machines are already complete and ready for deployment.”
“Machines? I thought I only asked for one machine.”
“That’s the thing, you see,” the researcher said. “One isn’t enough, especially if it’s drawing from your own power. We need one main machine and two booster ones to avoid sapping all your energy before the wave can sweep the globe. That’s assuming we are using your quirk as the power source. If you only want one machine, we’re going to need more time to extract the key characteristics of your quirk and use that as a power source instead—”
“You assume correct. When can I start using the main machine?”
“As soon as we can deploy the two booster machines. There are a few conditions about where they can be deployed,” he replied. “I have come up with an exhaustive list. Essentially, the three machines need to triangulate while locating you as a focal point. Once that has been established, the links will be permanent. Unless, of course, all three machines are destroyed.”
“I won’t let that happen,” Kusanagi muttered in an uncharacteristically emotional tone. “Get ready to deploy the machines on my command.”
“Uhm… There was this one other thing in the files you gave me. I’m not sure if it’s going to help you—”
“Out with it.”
“Well, it’s an AI enhancement system based on the old quirk, One For All,” the scientist said. “Called ‘Bjarkan Mode’— I suppose it was named after the Nordic berserker style of fighting. Apparently, it can enhance its user’s physical capabilities to match even the old Number One Hero, All Might.”
Kusanagi kept still. “Add that to the list. I’m going to need a new suit as well.”
The man nodded. “Is that all of Mister Gouma’s instructions?”
“No. He isn’t aware of this, and I would like to keep it that way.”
“W— With all due respect, Kusanagi. I’m not comfortable keeping secrets from him. If he finds out, he’ll kill everyone in this place—”
“I said no!”
The researcher flinched at the sudden outburst, taking a few steps away from the heaving woman. “I’m a dead man if he finds out.”
Kusanagi’s hands hovered around the pistol on her waist. “And who do you think Yamato sends to do his killing?”
The man gulped and bowed meekly. “If you say so. I’ll get the specs ready.”
He hurried back to his computer and busied himself as the woman headed for the door. It might just have been his imagination, but it looked like she was limping slightly, as though her legs were injured.
The man waited for the door to close before taking out his phone and scrolling through the list of emergency contacts. Kusanagi was terrifying, sure.
But not as terrifying as Yamato Gouma.
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and then Add to home screen.