I OWN NOTHING

If anyone's interested to help a guy out, I could seriously use some betas right now. With a new job, it's been harder to try to write.

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"I am seeing some serious shit, aren't I?"

Kurosawa stared at the wall behind him, hands in his pockets while coroners inspected or removed bodies. Blood was in the air, coating it with its scent. Disgusting for his sensitive nose, but nothing he hadn't seen or done. Getting used to such crap was a must for officers. Regardless, he could not move his eyes away from the wall and its message. Bringing out a cigarette, he ripped off the filter and put it on his lips.

"Sir, is it really the time?" a coroner asked as the rabbit man pulled out a matchbox and put the filter in a spare pocket.

"Leave me be, this cheap thing's my breath of fresh air for this place." He scowled and lit it, enjoying the non-chemical flavor a simple match brought.

"Don't drop the match here, please..." the forensics officer asked with resignation.

"What place is this...?" they heard Izuku asked upon arrival.

"As you should know, it's a crime scene." Kurosawa told him dryly, "Bring your ass here, kiddo."

"Yessir." Izuku stood beside the man, and noted the large message written in blood.

"You see this shit?" Kurosawa asked, taking a drag.

Gulping some saliva, the young detective nodded, "Yeah..."

"Good, I need you to look into it." He patted the younger man's shoulder, "Apparently, the whole place was a brothel which specialized in bringing some of the best girls to their knees for anyone with cash." He had to hold back the urge to spit on one of the corpse's faces.

"What!? How come other divisions didn't investigate it!?" Izuku asked in shock, "Kidnapping, prostitution, and-"

"Kiddo, they told us to investigate now because it's finally crumbled." Kurosawa clenched his teeth, nearly biting his cigarette in half, "You think we didn't want this place burning? You should know the world is a corrupt cesspool, no black and white picture. People use the law however they want if they find loopholes."

"How do they even get away with...this...?" the young detective asked, holding his nose when a corpse was moved past him, its stench signaling it had been dead for a while.

"Connections to that fat piece of shit over there." Kurosawa aimed his incomplete cigarette at a certain blonde woman's first killing of the day, "Yazaki or something... Piece of shit that guy. Everyone into politicians wanted a piece of the guy. Someone got to him before our guys, though." He sighed, "Blackmail, bribes, money laundering, tax manipulation, and...this."

"He was popular among cops from other divisions, then." Izuku summed up, "With a backstory like that, no wonder."

"Heroes even went undercover, and I mean the special kind even that Eraser-whatever wouldn't know." Kurosawa took a deep, long drag of his cancer stick, "I'd have liked to be the one breaking this place's door and putting these guys behind bars, not in bags."

"I'll look into whatever files they got, but..." he eyed the place, disconcerted about the message, "Do you really think a Quirk user did this?"

Kurosawa let out a large smoke cloud, "Lumps of some stuff were found. A new face in the girls' roster wasn't found. A quick-search showed she was never real. At least that's what they say."

"They?" Izuku echoed, "Wait, we're not being given full information?"

"Yup." Kurosawa's only eye burnt with hatred, "Those who have to keep their identities hidden are forbidding us from looking into this deeper."

"Well, we just have to find the one lead we have..." Izuku said as if it were a consolation prize.

"Optimistic, aren't you?" he turned to the wall, "Still, who could've done this?"

"A young woman." Izuku whispered, a hand on his chin in deep thought. "Judging by the way it's written with someone's hand, it had to be a petite woman around a high-school student's height, slim, and..." he looked at the blood pool around his feet, "...a blood addict."

"How do you figure so?" Kurosawa knew he was right but wanted real answers.

"Rather than use a brush, she used her hands. Some trails are from fingers. Judging by their width, it had to be a woman. Since she painted around the middle, she is around five feet, I would say five with five inches approximately." He rubbed his chin, "But this much blood, and to do so with her hands, she has to be quite obsessed with it... Perhaps it could even be related to a Quirk."

"Wow, I didn't make that last assumption." Kurosawa chuckled, "Trained you well, kid. Now, do your job." He smirked evilly, patted his best officer's shoulder once before leaving, and decided to be a dick again by use of a single line, "Good luck and try not to die."

Breathing deeply, Izuku turned to the message, "I'd say thank you, but...it would be too sick a joke for me with this."

The message read "YOU'RE WELCOME" in slowly drying bloody letters.

Putting the murderess' sense of humor at the back of his mind, he walked around. Fancy seats and furniture used for...things he'd rather save for marriage with a cute, cheerful, gentle girl. Wait, no, that sounded worse than he intended. Not the horrible crap, just the regular sweet, tender – perhaps a bit wild – and wholesome love stuff. Kurosawa was spending too much time watching him.

Passing by some of the coroners, he observed the bodies and how they had been sprawled, "She must have been moving around with an erratic style. Perhaps..." he walked to a bloody skid mark, it leading to the footprint of some high-school girl's sneaker, but the blood wasn't enough for a second one to guess her next direction. It did tell him something, "Yeah, she's self-taught."

"Or she could've slipped." A coroner offered.

"With these many bodies on the floor and what this place's business was, I doubt it." He scratched the back of his head.

"Anything else you'd like to see, then?" the nameless coroner asked.

Izuku nodded, "Yeah, the wounds...Do you guys think you could find the knife that made them?"

"Huh, what makes you think it was a knife?" the coroner asked, arms crossed with a smirk.

"Most cuts are shallow despite the damage. She wanted them to bleed, not to cut them in pieces." He said as he observed the blood, gulping some spit when seeing a hole in one of the corpse's throat, "It did not matter how she got it, she was having a blast creating a blood rain."

"I feel like putting an immature joke here." The coroner said.

Izuku blanched uncharacteristically, "Please don't."

"Well, sucks for you since the joke now is that you'll have to wait for our report." The coroner told him, "So many wounds and having to double-check all match is a painfully long and slow process."

"I figured..." the young detective sighed, "Not like we have another choice. Do your best, I'll see what I can do on my own."

XXXXXX

As the neon signs of Tokyo lit up, Izuku walked through the streets without a clear destination. Nighttime had settled in, and – just like he had guessed – the trail to whoever the murderess was had gone cold. If he were the pessimistic type, he'd have gone home for the night. However, deep down there was a fire in him forbidding him from not even trying. Something Kurosawa saw when choosing him.

"In another news, hero Uravity has managed to detain a fugitive that had been avoiding capture from other heroes." He turned to his side, looking up at a big screen for the public to see the news. In it was a young woman with her face covered by a helmet and a skin-tight black outfit.

"Oh, and that cutie's still single?" Izuku heard a man mutter, internally agreeing the heroine was quite cute.

"Evidence gathered by the police force has been vague, but they theorize there could be an organization. At the very least Uravity managed to end one of the branches if that was the case with hero Ingenium as her backup. By the end of it, the two gave us a chance for a short if worrying interview."

A tall man in armor stood next to the helmet-wearing woman, "Please, everyone, stay safe. Report to the police if you see any group of villains nearby. That is all."

"We cannot assume anything so far, but we're on the chase for any villains." The armored man said sternly. "Now, please, let us move."

"Sorry, we...can't really say anything for now." Uravity bowed politely and left after him.

"Hmm, she trained with the special units if I recall." Izuku said with a smile, "Quirk's Zero Gravity, so using that and her training with Ingenium must be quite a combo."

"You an otaku?" an old man pulling a takoyaki stand asked.

"Uh...I guess you could say I still am." Izuku smiled sheepishly, "I can't help it. I guess you can blame All Might for that."

"Eh, buncha good that did for him." The elder growled, and Izuku's guts sunk deep in his abdomen, "Fighting to protect others, and in the end died for nothing. Without him, all criminals and villains love to feel like they own the place. Shows what a good symbol he was."

Balling his hands into fists, Izuku looked at the ground, "He...was my hero." He said firmly, looking at the man in the eyes, "If not for him, I'd never be a cop."

"Heh, a cop?" the man snorted, "Like you'd make a difference." And with that, he left to sell his takoyaki, "Be sure villains don't chew you too rough."

Izuku clenched his jaw, but after a deep breath shook his head. Fighting the old man wasn't worth it. He had things to do and answers to find. With his search being as good as useless without any clue from the lab or a witness, he'd have to use any means. Part of him remembered a talk he had moments ago, his hand reaching. An image of a man's broad back before he was gone...

"Hey, nii-chan~!" and all gloom taking any skip out of his step was replaced by surprise at the sound of a female voice.

Flushing, he turned to see a woman in quite a revealing outfit. She had black hair in a bob and finely applied purple mascara and rep lipstick. She wore a red simple dress with a slit in each leg, some cleavage exposed, earrings for the cat ears on her head, black gloves, and fashionable wraps to emulate high heels. Her arms and legs were covered in fur and ended with large hands and feet with sharp claws as big as daggers.

Gulping, he analyzed her, 'Could she be a... No, even if her attire is...uh...very, very revealing... Um, Quirk's possibly a beast form. Doesn't seem like she can smell the gunpowder from my gun. Possibly only has traits related to hearing and movement. But if she can smell my... Uh... Why's she looking at me like that?'

"Hey, you there, nii-chan?" she asked with a coquettish grin, crossing her arms under her quite large breasts, "You look like you could unwind."

"S-Sorry..." he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, 'Crap, need to tone down my inner-monologuing!'

"No need to be." she motioned to a large open door with an arc adorned with silver stars, "Why don't you come in to Club Stardust? You'll forget all your worries."

"Uh, oh... A cabaret club?" he felt silly, the red not leaving his cheeks, "I-I'm actually not s-supposed to drink now, lady. I'm busy and-"

"Oh, don't be like that, sweetie." She purred and held his arm, "You're so cute, you may be one of my girls' type~!"

"Eh!?" he looked downright silly with his mouth wide open.

"Come on in~!" she urged with another purr.

"No, wait, I shouldn't really drink!" his cries fell on deaf feline ears.

Forced inside, Izuku hung his head in shame. He noted the club didn't seem as seedy as such a forward advance let on. Nice and quiet environment. Smooth jazz beats bouncing off silent walls. Plenty of space around for a drink with a cute girl without chatter due to a lack of other costumers... He finally understood why he was practically kidnapped by the cat girl into the club.

"Wait here, dearie~!" the cat woman said with a perky grin, "Nee-san will get you a fine girl to enjoy her club."

"You're the owner!?" he asked, utterly baffled. Sure, owners would at times go out to convince people to enter their cabaret clubs. But to think such a knockout would be the owner and not the main attraction let many questions flood into his mind. Mostly, 'If she's the owner... Wh-what kinda babe will I see? Huh, did I sound like the captain there? Oh no, I spend too much time with the guy!'

Panicking at what could be a mid-life crisis, he was ready to leave, only to be shocked, "Oh my~! What a cutie with a capital Q~T~!" Looking up he was face to giant breasts on a large pack of muscles belonging to a towering woman. Her features reminded him of an Amazon in a sexy leotard from American comics.

She looked like an Olympic athlete, but her body was very toned. Black hair in a bun with blue mascara and rep lipstick on a seven-foot-tall lady. Making things even more bizarre was the fact such a specimen of a true Amazonian wore a white loincloth and a yellow kimono with camellias printed on it. Its skirt was so short the loincloth was visible, as well as thick thighs that could crush melons in them.

As Izuku's face froze with his bulging eyes staring dully at the sight before him, his mind broke, 'I'm gonna die.'

"Now, now, have fun, you two!" the cat woman said, bowing to the detective.

The muscular lady giggled with a hand near her chin, "Good day to you, sir! I'm Marie! Mana-chan lets me play with cuties like you, so don't worry, we'll have a fun time!"

Panicking, Izuku stepped back, both hands frantically waved in the air, "W-wait, my type's more the petite and really feminine- What am I saying!? I didn't even want to come here!"

The hostess pouted femininely, "Oh my, really? Oh, I'm so sorry..." she sighed, then turned with a pout to the cabaret's owner, "Mana-chan, I told you not to grab any guy out the street! Bad girl." She wagged a finger like a mother talking to her child.

"But Marie-chan, we're in need of costumers..." the cat woman frowned cutely, "And I know your type. Skinny, shy, and virginal looking."

Izuku's head fell, "Ow...that...yeah, that was my pride..."

"Well, I don't mind such a cutie, but not at such a cost." The hostess shrugged in a womanly fashion, "Honestly, Mana-chan, you're cute and pure of heart, but too straightforward." Then she beamed, "I guess that's what made all of us love you." she winked at the end, making Izuku even more uncomfortable.

"Oh stop it, we have a client!" Mana giggled at that.

Clarity settled in the detective's mind, 'What am I doing with my life?'

"Anyway, what's your name, cutie?" Marie asked.

"Uh, Midoriya..." he replied formally with a straightened pose.

Marie giggled once more, "Midori-chan, I am so sorry for Mana-chan's antics. Feel free to leave, or you can come back any time you feel like-"

"Oi, ladies! Time to make business!"

Everything casual and girly Marie used changed at the sound of that. Veins bulged on her forehead as she turned to face suited men. One of them wore a purple suit with a black turtleneck sweater, no tie, and two spike piercings on his chin. He was bald, had round sunglasses, and a round face. He was also a very corpulent man, but his large gut didn't take too much attention from his muscular arms and legs.

Marie snapped with the ire of a drill sergeant, "Shut your pie hole before I unscrew your neck and shit down your neck, lard tub!" she roared but somehow kept a feminine tone.

"Listen, it's just business, sweetheart." The man said, putting a large briefcase on a table, "It's your lucky day, Mana-san. Living a life of luxury is not easy nowadays."

Mana frowned, "What's this? Are you really attempting to buy me like that?" she pushed away the briefcase, not even bothering looking at the contents.

The large piercing-chinned man grinned nastily, "Such a sweetie! Ready to get out your claws even if you can enjoy the dream!" he chuckled nasally as Marie clenched her fists angrily but couldn't do a thing, "Oh, wanna say something, sis? I'm just flirting with little kitty-cat here."

"Bastard, talking to Mana-chan this way is something I can't forgive!" the muscular lady tried not to punch the man in purple, but it took great effort.

Seeing the hostess grind her teeth, the purple-wearing man snorted, "What if I do? She's a fine lady. Of course, you could try and show me why I shouldn't be here." He was obviously baiting the muscular lady into a fight, to punch his face in order to get an advantage and sue. However...

"Sorry, but as owners of this establishment, they are in their right to deny you entrance or services." Izuku said as he stepped forward.

"And who would you be?" the large man asked with a grin. "I must say, you got some odd taste coming to this place for this kinda fun, slim."

"Ugh...it-it's not like I was here by choice..." Izuku groaned as the large man stepped forward, revealing he was a head taller than the detective.

"Sorry, but you should leave, slim. I, Kaneshiro Shinichi, will own this place!" the man laughed maniacally while Marie and Mana looked at him with disgust.

"I'm afraid not." Izuku sighed as he ruffled his already messy hair, "I didn't become a cop because I wanted to step idly when someone needed help." He showed him his badge.

"Ah, I see..." Kaneshiro gave him a smirk and patted his shoulder twice, "Well then, officer, you got nothing to worry about. I mean, you've seen there's no proof of animosity of me towards them. It is just a formal and slightly flirty negotiation." He produced a roll of bills from his jacket, stuffing it in Izuku's, "Here, and no, not a bribe, sir. Just a gift out of respect for men who know and enforce the law."

Izuku knew what was up, 'This guy's crooked to the soul. But... He is smart; a cop acting without any evidence is nothing.'

Grinning nastily, Kaneshiro left with a wave, "Oh well, I guess I can come negotiate again, as many times as needed. Enjoy yourself, slim."

Nanoseconds after his leave, Mana walked to Izuku, "Are you really a cop?"

"I'm still relatively new to my division..." he said with a slight blush when she put her face inches from his.

"Hmm, I know a few things from TV, but...can you investigate that guy?" she said, worriedly looking at her feet, "Guy's bad news. You've seen how he's acting. In fact, don't be surprised if he tries to say you took a bribe after he gave you the money."

"No worries, the way he's keeping the innocent civilian façade says a lot." The young detective cupped his chin in thought, "Judging by how expensive his clothes and the suits his men wore, he must have quite the large business. And for him to walk here with so many men around must mean he paints a target on himself. However, coincidences are nothing without evidence."

"So, no help?" Marie asked with a heartbroken expression.

"I never said that..." Izuku said, looking down, "It means I need to find the evidence, and that's what I'm for."

Marie tilted her head in confusion, "Wait, I know laws are written in such a way even wiping your cute glutes is a crime. But what do you mean that's what you're for?" she grew wide-eyed, "Don't tell me such a cutie like you is a forger..."

"N-Nothing of the sort is needed!" Izuku panicked, hands up in defense, "Sorry, I-I didn't mean it like that! It's just that my division looks into specific cases!" he took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "Listen, when a possible crime is being committed by the use of a Quirk, my job's to investigate by any means necessary given how some can help with a perfect crime."

"Y-You mean you could lock that pig up!?" Mana asked hopefully.

Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, the detective was honest with an apologetic expression, "Only if I gather enough evidence. If I mess up, he could sue."

"Police work's never easy when scumbags can use laws against officers..." Marie growled.

"Comes with the job. We cops aren't popular, but we do what we can for a reason." He smiled sheepishly at the end.

Marie smiled softly, "Cutie, you're becoming a sweetie. I guess you're more of a man than my type~"

"Uh...thanks...?" the baffled officer couldn't find anything better to say.

"Take it as a compliment." Mana told him with a catty, satisfied grin. "Best of luck then, sir. You'll need it. And if you wanna check on that pig, he usually comes every time we're about to open."

"To scare costumers, I presume." He crossed his arms, and an idea hit him. "Mana-san, wait for me, I'll have something ready."

"Sure, but watch yourself." She pleased worriedly.

As she said that, Izuku plotted his next move, "I'll uphold my duty, so don't worry." He said determinedly and walked outside, "Guys like that can smell cops a mile away if I'm not careful. So," he looked at the store he planned to go to and nodded to himself, "it's makeover time." And thus, he went in, and emerged with a happy smile as an entirely new person, "Change... Complete."

He said so in English; the Japanese believed the language was cool and couldn't help themselves at times. And he said it while putting on sunglasses in a cheap yakuza costume. He ventured through the streets with his hands in the pockets of his new suit. Olive green jacket, matching dress pants, a black button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone to show his chest, a fake-gold chain necklace and two-toned shoes.

Suddenly, his phone went off, "Izuku-chan, what are you doing?" he heard a familiar sleepy voice.

"Yoru-san, you're awake already?" he asked with his eyes slightly opened in surprise.

"Yup, had a good enough nap." She said and purred slightly, "Chief told me to check on you. How're things? Any extra cases you've found?"

Despite her not being near, the young man nodded, "I'm investigating a man using aggressive business tactics to see if he's doing anything dirty."

"Do your best to also search for clues, the lab guys are taking their time." She yawned at the end, causing Izuku to smile.

"I will, have sweet dreams." He hung up and moved forward.

XXXXXX

"I need something really red and sweet…"

"Please, stop…"

A demented giggle from our psychopathic petite blonde echoed in an abandoned apartment where an old but still comfortable mattress served as the only bed. Grinning from ear to ear, she traced one of her many knives on a foamboard, its extremely sharp edge slicing the pictures of recent targets. She stopped at the picture of a true pig in man clothing whose suit made her frown at his bad taste.

Such a bad fashion sense, plenty of men backing him up, the yakuza-wannabe attitude, and the fact all other targets were chopped to pieces made her smile widely, "Perfect, he looks like he's got blood to spare. A guy with that backup should be fun." She giggled and flicked the blade, wiping some blood from it.

"A-Are you gonna let me go?" asked a woman in a ruined dress whose body was covered in cuts while her arms and legs were bound with her shredded clothing.

"Ah, but Himiko thought you wanted fun with her." She cooed, "Especially after I disguised myself as that boy you were giving candies to. Such treats should not be on the streets, especially around such a cute little boy." Her smile widened, "Also, he's my new best friend! He gave me a lollipop and told me he liked my clothes, so…"

A quick stab and the kidnapper stopped complaining. Himiko smiled more pleasantly without showing her sharp teeth. Killing villains really gave her a one-of-a-kind thrill, especially if they were twisted to the core but weak inside. The woman she had taken to her home was such a case. A sexual predator drugging innocent boys before beating them and enjoying her time with them in her basement.

Giggling cutely, she picked the woman's phone and made a call, "This is Tokyo Police Department, what's the emergency?"

"Yes, I'd like to report a murder. I found the body of one dirty woman at the address I'm about to send. Please try to deal with the stench to search her place, there are cute boys who need your help there." With a cute, girly smile, she texted the address, sent a picture of the corpse, and disposed of the phone by putting it in a bucket, filling said recipient with fuel, and lighting it on fire.

Skipping around the city, the blonde couldn't help herself, she was practically ecstatic to meet her new playdate and his friends. Ideas of blood gushing out, pained faces, and the thrill of a good fight got her to hum a cheerful tune. So deeply was she thinking of her good time that she was brought out when hearing the name of her target being talked out loud once she got to his area of business.

"That damn pig Kaneshiro better not dare lay a finger on you, Mana-chan." Said a beefy hostess following a cat-woman.

"Marie-chan, you worry too much." The feline lady said, "I trust you, but I can rely on my Quirk for running if needed."

"Still, let me walk you to anywhere you need." The muscular lady asked seriously.

"It's fine. Besides, I gotta find more girls." Mana sighed, "Thanks to that guy we're short on staff."

"Oh, does any girl work?" Himiko asked, saluting them with a grin, "Heyo, Himiko Toga here!" she gave them the peace-sign with both hands and a giant grin.

"Ah, she's an angel!" Marie gasped, taking a step back, a hand to her muscular chest. "So cute, but also devilish. Ugh, you're gonna take boys from me, aren't you? But I do like competition."

The hostess winked, making Himiko giggle purposely dumbly, "Oh yay! Then can Himiko start or is it hostess only?"

"We offer services to anyone." Mana said with a large grin, "Whatever they want is fine with us. I try to find my girls costumers they'd enjoy being with."

Marie sighed, a hand on his chin, "If only that worked for once."

Mana waved a hand, ignoring the muscular lady, "Anyway, what do you say? Want to work here for reasonable prices? Perhaps meet a great guy?"

"Sure!" Himiko beamed, "When does Himiko start?"

"If you could do so now, I'd do my best to give you as reasonable a paycheck as I can afford." Mana confessed.

"Great, Himiko was looking for a job she could have fun in!" the blonde said in a bubblier tone.

"Damn, she's good." Marie nodded respectfully at the third-person speech pattern the girl used.

"And with that uniform, our clientele could grow easily..." Mana commented with a sly smile. Then she turned to the muscular lady, "Still, Kaneshiro may appear, so watch over her."

"Sure will, Mana-chan." The hostess winked.

Soon Himiko was waiting at the back along Marie, but no other girl was in the dressing room, "Huh, so it's just you and Himiko, Marie-chan?"

The muscular lady nodded sadly, "I fear our girls may be getting harassed... Dammit, I knew I should've gone and escorted them here."

"Eh, don't worry for Himiko then." The blonde giggled, "She's plenty strong even if her Quirk's not that cool."

"Heh, I like the sound of...Hello, studmuffin." Looking into a screen connected to a camera at the entrance, the two noticed a yakuza looking man, "Huh, he looks familiar but so dangerous. Oh, I know he may be my type, but I prefer them cute and meek over anything." Mana arrived as the beefy woman said that, looking a bit worried, "Huh, you letting him in?"

"Yeah, he's...uh, a friend." Mana commented, "Himiko, be kind to him and don't bother if you two don't talk much. He just wants to kill time."

"Oh, weird..." Himiko commented with a confused frown. "Himiko will do her best, though." She smiled and walked through the door.

As for her first client, he had a hand on his chin, "If he's as insistent as Mana-san said, he should be here soon." Izuku whispered to himself.

"Heyo there!" the bubbly girl exclaimed, posing with both hands near her face in the peace-sign, "Toga Himiko here, hoping you have some fun as her first costumer, onii-san!"

Izuku spluttered, "W-What!? Y-you, but Mana-san…" he groaned, "Actually, it'd be better if it had been Marie-san."

"Oh, did Himiko do something bad?" she pouted adorably, rubbing her toe on the ground.

"N-No, it's just that you're too cute!" an awkward pause in which he blushed, "Wait, let me rephrase that…"

"Oh, so you're shy!" she giggled, sitting next to him, "Worry not, Mana-san told Himiko to help you kill time. You just have to be this cute for Himiko."

"W-Wait, please don't say it like that…" he grew redder, "I, uh, I am actually doing something important and need to wait. So, please, just play along."

"Sure, sure, what do you want to talk to Himiko about?" Izuku gulped at her large grin and cute blush.

"W-Well, I guess I can talk freely while drinking…" he said and was soon handed some drinks by Mana, "Non-alcoholic, right?" the owner nodded.

"Hehe, good for you, Himiko doesn't like booze herself." She cupper her cheeks, "It tastes nasty and makes you so dizzy, it's so the worst!"

He nodded, "I know…"

"Hmm, have you ever drunk any that you'd recommend Himiko?" she asked with a curious smile.

Shaking his head, he thought of a good answer, "I'm not much of a drinker, but my boss says everyone has their preference. You'd have to try to find one, but if you don't like alcohol, you should stay sober. Not the kind of thing I'd recommend anyone anyway."

"Oh, guess Himiko can see if there's a drink for you and her." She giggled as he grew flustered. "So, do you wanna try any, onii-san?"

Gulping, Izuku tried to recover and keep his composure, 'Where did they get this girl? Am I really her first costumer?'

As he paused to think, Himiko decided to chat up some more, "So, you mentioned a boss. What do you do, onii-san?"

"Oh, that?" he grew flustered, "I work around the city keeping track of how Quirk users abuse their powers."

"So like an insurance guy?" she asked confusedly, "With that attire, you look a lot like a yakuza, but the attitude's all wrong. Could you be…undercover!?" she asked dramatically but her giant smile said she did not think it could be the case for a millisecond.

"Y-Yeah, kinda." He admitted slightly, "I can't let the dangerous ones see me, so I try to remain hidden."

"You've got such cute freckles, it should be hard." She teased, "Himiko loves herself cute guys like you, onii-san! Especially with such silly faces!" and blood on them, too.

"Uh, thanks?" how could he reply to that?

"So, what makes you come here, onii-san? Himiko's new, so tell her what she has to do to compete with Marie-chan!" she demanded playfully.

"Well, the owner's a…a friend." He half-confessed, "She needs a hand, and I give it. That's part of the reason I like my job, even if it's not as glamorous as a hero's."

"But heroes are boring." Himiko grumbled, "So serious and most of them are stingy or hungry for fame. Himiko feels like snoring with them."

"True, but there are good ones, like All Might before." He said with a small smile, "Besides, some of them do it for the right things, I know it. So…I can't help but look up to them."

"You're so weird, onii-san, but it makes you even cuter." She giggled some more, wondering how good he'd look with some cuts, but decided not to. He was being honest even if he was hiding something from her, and he didn't seem as bad as his getup seemed to try to fool others into believing.

"Is that really a compliment?" he bashfully asked.

"Yup, Himiko means it!" she beamed.

"Damn, she's good." Marie nodded with more respect.

However, Mana grew worried, "Here he comes." She warned Izuku as she passed by.

And in came Kaneshiro, flanked by his flunkies and smiling slyly with so much smug dripping off him like an oil spill. Himiko's eyes widened as she thought on how to tag him and slice him. Izuku, though, acted first. As the purple-suited man noticed him, the green-haired cop adjusted his shades to keep his face hidden. Suddenly, the corpulent man had no idea who he was looking at, just that he seemed familiar.

"Mana-chan, I'll come to your beauty as many times as needed for- Who are you?" asked the large man, slightly losing his composure.

Izuku cleared his throat, forcing a deeper tone out, "Yo." He said and bowed deeply, "Name's Tanaka Goichi, hopeful guy lookin' fer a job." Himiko blinked in surprise at the accent he was pulling. He placed his two hands on his knees and kept bowing, "Heard yer a resourceful guy, so I'd like to work fer ya."

"Well, you look like a reasonable fellow." The man chortled, eyeing him up and down, "Say, you look familiar. Eh, doesn't matter." He chuckled again when noticing Himiko, "You've even got good taste on ladies. A girl like that… W-wait!" he shuddered when seeing her, stepping back, "Y-You're that freak!"

"Sorry, I'll have to stop you there." Himiko said as she stood up, a grin plastered on her face, "Nice on you to recognize me, but I've had my sights on you for some time." She suddenly pulled out her knife and aimed it at the large man. Pink dusted her cheeks as her eyes shone with true delight.

"Himiko-san?" Izuku gasped in shock.

"Sorry for the act, sweetie, but I was using you!" she giggled while Kaneshiro stumbled back, "I've been tailing this guy for a while!"

"G-Get her! Kill that bitch!" the fat man snarled to his men, who put up their fists while he ran off.

As he pathetically escaped, even stumbling on a stool, Himiko threw a dagger at his shoulder, which made her tingle at the sound of his pained cry, "Ah, this will be fun!" she exclaimed while the horrified Izuku just watched, unable to fully process what happened until she leapt at one of the bodyguards, knife ready to take his life.

Acting by instinct, he stood between Himiko and her target, arms crossed to stop her from stabbing the bodyguard's face, "Himiko-san, what're you doing!?" he yelped and pushed her back, which surprised the girl more than he had been by her actions.

"You got me?" she asked curiously, confused but amused.

"Vigilantism and murder? Why?" he asked, throwing away the shades before getting up his fists.

Himiko smiled wickedly, "I'll tell you if you give Himiko some fun!"

"B-Back to the third person again?" he noted, then yelped when she leapt at him, her knife ready to stab him.

Kicking his own ass mentally to react, he grabbed her wrist as he sidestepped her strike, swinging her around. Himiko used the move to kick the guards on their faces, knocking them out cold much to their boss' and Izuku's shock. He let her go when she brought up her knife to try to stab his wrist, and watched as she skid on the floor to a stop and got into a crouched position, then licked the knife's blade with a smile.

"Uhuhuhu! Don't stop, you're getting me pumped!" and with a squeal of murdering delight, she threw three knives at him. Izuku crouched to dodge it, a hand on the floor. Once he looked up, he saw the young woman dash at him, her knife aimed at his chest. Responding with a stroke of genius, he rolled back put his knees on his chest, and then immediately extended his legs to kick her on the gut.

Himiko went flying, but rolled on the floor to a crouched stop, smiling sweetly while Izuku got up, "Alright, you asked for it! Be them cruel or not, I will protect everyone within my reach!"

"Ah, you're making this boring!" she kept grinning as she said that, though, "But your way of fighting back if just so cute!" And with a mad leap, she went for a flying kick as Izuku stomped forward, a fist reared back. And so, the fight started between him and his opponent.

VS.

UNAFFILIATED MURDERESS

HIMIKO TOGA

Izuku's punch was a diversion, he managed to catch the young woman's leg to swing in order to throw her to the ground. A whimpering Kaneshiro stared while he tried to remain in the corner. Himiko just beamed at her intended victim and after rolling on the ground she kicked the air, spinning her shapely legs before standing up. Demented giggles left her fleshy lips, a blissful expression on her features.

Giggling, she rushed at him again, but changed her tactics. Once she was a few inches close, she thrust her arm forward to stab him once again. Izuku swatted aside the strike, but the petite blonde used that move to spin herself for a wide slash to his mid-section. Jumping backwards quickly, he put some distance, but the blonde put her small free hand on the floor for a hand-stand in order to cartwheel to him!

Despite the bizarre tactic, it worked as he had to sidestep her feet before they got his face, and then dash back when the moment her shoes touched the ground she attempted to split his torso with another slash. If Izuku was a controlled and mastered fighter, Himiko was the exact opposite. Skills and training against talent and instinct. Peace of mind against bloodlust. Black boxers against frilly pink panties.

He hated having seen a flash of her rather skimpy and feminine underwear for it distracted him. His freckles nearly disappeared when he blushed at that, and then reappeared when his skin lost all color. Giving the loudest and most maniacal shout, Himiko jumped over him, put her thighs on both sides of his head, and pinned him down. What was worse was that he had a direct view to her crotch.

"Upupupu! This is so much fun~!" she exclaimed and brought up the knife with both hands to stab him, "Ah, you're amazing~! What's your name~? You gotta tell Himiko~!"

"Midoriya Izuku!" he yelped, and as she readied the downwards swing, he ignored how soft her thighs fell on his cheeks and hooked his legs under her armpits, "Division Zero detective!" and with that, he reversed their position, with him bent over her, Himiko's rear embarrassingly on his chest, and his hands on her wrists.

Himiko let out a gasp when he flipped her over and put a knee on her back, "Oof, so rough..." she actually moaned, getting him redder.

Pulling out a pair of handcuffs, he tried to put them on her, "There, now you will come with me." he said and forced her to get up, trying to look determined.

A grin spread on Himiko's face, "Sorry, nope! Himiko's enjoying herself~!" and with that, she jumped, wrapped her legs around his arm, and brought him to his knees in an arm-lock. Her feet were on his face, both her hands held his wrist tightly, and she used her pelvis to painfully bend his arm in a way that shouldn't be moved. "Ah~! Wiggle some more!" she demanded as he struggled.

Putting a hand on her feet, he tried to push them off while forcing one leg up in a kneeling position, "Fun's over!" he grunted and with great strength pushed her off. Himiko grunted when she was forced to roll unceremoniously on the floor, but once again twisted and spun back to her feet like a break-dancer with a maniacal smile of joy.

And in doing so, she leapt to a wall when Izuku tried to capture her again, handcuffs pocketed once again. Looking at him with nothing short of pleasure in her animalistic yellow eyes, the small blonde kicked herself off the wall and twirled several times in the air, preparing one of her knives to cut him... And was caught by Izuku!

"Wha?" she asked, baffled as he carried her by one arm and leg unceremoniously, only to throw her at the floor again. "Oof, meanie! That hurt!"

Breathing in relief and worry, he got into a defensive stance, "Sorry, but you'll have to surrender or I'll have to use force!"

Himiko giggled insanely, "Nah, just kidding~! Himiko's having way too much fun~!"

And said fun ended with a loud sound:

*BONK!*

Izuku gaped as a panting Marie held an aluminum baseball bat which had knocked Himiko into La-La Land, "Told you this'd be as good as a bouncer, Mana-chan." The beefy hostess told her boss.

"Boy, I sure know how to pick them..." the detective commented as he finally handcuffed the blonde, "Thank you for the assist."

"Anything to help a cutie and/or the law." The muscular woman beamed, "Still, whoever or whatever Himiko is, she is quite scary."

"Yeah, and..." he turned to Kaneshiro still quivering on a corner, "You'll come with me."

"What?" the fat man exclaimed.

"For telling your men to kill someone, for starters." Izuku said, and immediately pulled out a New Nambu M60 revolver from his jacket when the man was about to leg it, "Don't move or you'll make it far, far worse for yourself." The purple-suited man groaned as he fell flat on his ass in defeat, bringing a smile to Mana.

"Sweetheart, you're stealing my heart." Marie whispered.

"Please just help me keep her down." He pleaded in a near whimper at how ridiculous his luck just got.

And things would get more bizarre from there and then.

XXXXXX

And that's my rap!

So, an unconventional way to introduce the two for a madness I have planned. Trust me, I'm going all in with the ridiculous like in the Yakuza franchise. But, yeah, as you may have deduced, this takes place in an AU where Izuku didn't meet All Might. So...yeah, that took a dark turn. Same for Izuku not being there to help others.

Like with the Yakuza series, this will be a crazy ride in many aspects, but I'll put heart in the serious ones. I don't want to half-ass it, I want to smile and laugh and cry. MHA is a fun series that helps me get creative, and I thank it for that. However, it and Yakuza have the simple morals I love and need more of in my life, thus I did this.

Swordslinger out!