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        He had been too complacent.  Sure, he was never especially careful compared to some, but Seidou had thought he moved from place to place too fast for the police to catch him.  That had been proven wrong when he was rushed and cuffed before they carried him off to... wherever this place was.

         Bang bang bang.  Seidou scratched and pounded at the walls, not caring when his nails began to bleed.  There had to be some way out of here- the walls were closing in on him.  Where was this place?  His breath grew faster as he truly began to panic.  No no no no- no way he could be caught again.  He was free now, he was supposed to stay free.  The thought of more years of captivity was scary enough that he couldn’t keep quiet, mumbling to himself louder and louder until he was screaming.

        When the door opened, Seidou scrambled back until he was against the far wall, ready for all sorts of monsters to pop out at him.  What he saw was arguably worse.

Continued from [X] with @flightrole!

“Really, it’s simple.  Look intimidating.  Just stand around, pace, do that clicking thing…in other words, just be yourself.”  With a heavy sigh, Midoriya considered the options before him.  He was, admittedly, not intimidating whatsoever.  At least not from a physical standpoint.

With Dabi, Shigaraki, and even Toga preoccupied, Midoriya had been left with nobody truly capable of scaring out information.  So…he had to ‘hire’ the cannibal man.

“I need information.  Once I get it, you can go crazy with our little victim.”

       Seidou huffed at that, a tad self-conscious.  The brat wasn’t doing himself any favors trying to win him over like this.  Still, it had been a few days since he’d last had a good meal.  Pickings were slim now that the heroes were aware that he was in this city.  Part of Seidou was itching to move on already.  The past would catch up with him if he stayed here too long, and that thought alone sent Seidou into a nearly frenzy of nervous twitching and tapping.

      “Fine,” he muttered sharply, returning to his baseline almost like he had snapped back into place.  “Don’t baby me.  I know to do an interrogation.”  He had been formally instructed.  If anything he was more qualified than Midoriya to do it.

       Seidou hissed as she got closer, trying to get ready to strike but not in any shape to actually fight back.  “Get back-” he yelped as he tried to put weight onto his left leg, resulting in a sickening crunching sound.  It was definitely broken.

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      …Somehow it bugs him a little that the boy hasn’t heard of him, even though that was probably better for everyone in the long term.  Seidou continues to circle him, right hand in his mouth as he considers the other.

         Shigaraki Tomura, huh?  Not somebody Seidou really wanted to piss off unless there was a reason.  …Wait, was he comparing the two of them?  “I do not look like Shigaraki Tomura,” he growls, picking at his fingernails with his teeth hard enough to make them go click, click, click.

        Still, his eyes look the boy over hungrily.  Would Shigaraki Tomura come for him knowing that the weapon of Aogiri Tree was here?  Was it better not to risk it?  His circles grow tighter as he paces around the boy.  “Ggh…” he mutters to himself.  He’s starving and can’t help but stare at the boy’s arms, salivating a little.

        “Disgusting,” he mutters to himself.

Midoriya’s grip stayed secure on his weapon, eyes keeping track of the other’s movements.  If the other started to slow when moving behind him, then the innocent looking villain would turn.  He had absolutely no reason to trust this person after all… Really, Midoriya had no reason to trust anyone.

“I mean, you kinda do pal.  Greasy looking hair, messy clothes- the main difference is he scratches his skin and you bite your nails.  Other than that, you’re one bundle of severed hands away from being a cosplayer.”  Another slight turn, his free hand moving now to rest in his pocket.  While it seemed casual enough, he did have a set of smoke bombs in that pocket- ones that were specially constructed by Mustard prior to his capture.  While Midoriya would rather save them, it was best to be prepared.

Pressing down the trigger on the stun baton, he let it crackle to life for a moment.  “Keep some distance clicker, and can you quit it with the pacing?  It’s awfully rude.”  Honestly, this was an accidental encounter- Midoriya wasn’t even on the job right now.  He was just trying to take some back alley paths, map out some potential escape routes….and now here he was, having a stand off with a cannibal.

      He twitches a little at the nickname ‘clicker’.  It almost makes him feel shame for doing it, though it’s not like he could stop even if he wanted to.  He... doesn’t remember when he started doing it, but he clicks his tongue a couple times just to reassert himself.

      The stun baton flickering back to life makes him flinch back a few steps instantly- for half a second he’s back in that cell staring up at a similar sort of weapon.  He starts to scratch at his scalp with both hands, biting down anxiety.  “Put it back!  Put it back!” he snarls.

      If anything, his pace in circling the other increases with his fear, even though the circle is now admittedly wider.  He couldn’t let this prey go if he was going to sic other villains on him, but he couldn’t attack him easily either.  Seidou’s breath grows heavier with the stress.

           All the king’s men can’t put this back together again            All the king’s men can’t put this back together again

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A bit of interest filled Midoriya’s eyes at the other’s reaction.  To go so quickly from violence just at the slightest of threats?  After lunging at him with such vicious intent?  Well, perhaps it was for the best.  The junior villain’s stun baton wasn’t exactly running on a ‘legal’ voltage.  Extended shock could very well kill a normal person!

“Yeah, my boss.  Shigaraki Tomura.  Greasy hair, baggy clothes, doesn’t seem to know that chapstick exists?  Ringing any bells, bird-boy?”

As if he’d use the other’s desired codename.  Maybe if he had to introduce him to the League, but right now?  Now he was trying to think if he’d heard any police reports involving this 'Owl’ character.

      ...Somehow it bugs him a little that the boy hasn’t heard of him, even though that was probably better for everyone in the long term.  Seidou continues to circle him, right hand in his mouth as he considers the other.

         Shigaraki Tomura, huh?  Not somebody Seidou really wanted to piss off unless there was a reason.  ...Wait, was he comparing the two of them?  “I do not look like Shigaraki Tomura,” he growls, picking at his fingernails with his teeth hard enough to make them go click, click, click.

        Still, his eyes look the boy over hungrily.  Would Shigaraki Tomura come for him knowing that the weapon of Aogiri Tree was here?  Was it better not to risk it?  His circles grow tighter as he paces around the boy.  “Ggh...” he mutters to himself.  He’s starving and can’t help but stare at the boy’s arms, salivating a little.

Continued from [X] with @flightrole!

Perhaps it was due to spending time with Toga that Midoriya had grown constantly tense.  It wasn’t even surprising for people to lunge at him anymore!  If anything, it was just tiring.

In a quick movement, Izuku moved back a few steps.  Just enough to place a bit of distance between the two.  Just enough to remove a stun baton from the holster on his hip, turning it on and swinging it forward.  He wasn’t aiming to hit- not yet at least.  But hopefully the sound of sparks would at least stop the other from charging.

“Not much of a talker, are ya?  You know what, you remind me of my boss.  Seriously, the resemblance is incredible.”

        “Gggh-” he staggers backwards, alerted by the sound of buzzing.  Glares at the baton, all too familiar with the effects of electricity on the human body.  No way he was going to mess with that without an opening for attack.

        “Boss...?” and like that, the man-eater backs off and Seidou fades back in.  “Who do you work for?”  He circles around the boy, looking him over from every angle.  “You can call me Owl, if that motivates you.”

back-up plan? as if on reflex, her shoulders tensed. she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. so he was using her as bait, wasn’t she? it would probably be better to say her real name then, but doubt still lingered in her mind. unless fukuro was living under a rock, he’d immediately recognize her name. as a u.a. student, she was mini-celebrity in her own right, making her a more valuable hostage.

though, he said any girl would do.

finally coming to a decision, she lied, “my name is sakura seto.” earlier in the week, she had saw some missing posters of a girl with that name. whatever happened to her, she hoped she was alright, and didn’t mind her using her name like this.

jumping up at his threat, her expression darkened. “what do you mean, eat me up?” she demanded. from his hungry expression, she realized in horror that he wasn’t joking. subconsciously, ochako tried taking a step back from the kidnapper as she racked her brain for martial art moves.

before she can react, fukuro takes a step back and grabs his head. she watches in bewilderment as he has his mini mental breakdown at the abundance of click noises. was it a coping mechanism of his? originally, she had thought it was a creepy habit of his but this made a lot more sense. somehow, the clicking became even creepier. when she got out, she was going to have nightmares about clicking for weeks.

anymore of what? she wasn’t even doing anything! ochako just nodded dumbly, unsure what to do in this situation. god, how was she supposed to get out? could she send her a message somehow? maybe with her flip phone, but she wasn’t even sure how she would be able to contact anyone when she was being watched so closely.

when she got hoisted, ochako couldn’t help the yelp of surprise. she peered from her angle. there were really close to edge of the building, as if there were going to fall off. was he going to jump down? that wouldn’t make sense… unless…

“you can fly?” she asked.

        Sakura Seto... didn’t ring a bell.  Sounded true enough, at least for now.  At least it would make it easier to talk to the kid.

        After lifting her, he glances down at her, like he wasn’t expecting her to speak.  “Not anymore,” Seidou replies slowly.  “We’re jumping to that building.”  He points down to the next building over, about one floor lower.  “Don’t stiffen your body or you might hurt yourself.”

      And then Seidou jumped, cradling the girl close to his chest to minimize impact as they rolled.  No use in a dead or unconscious hostage, or at least that’s what he told himself.  Click click click went his teeth as he remembered training for how to protect civilians back in the day.  Almost another life.  He glanced back down at her, putting her down and checking her for injuries. 

    It wasn’t unusual for Seidou to simply wander the streets at night, when people were unlikely to say anything about his appearance.  Left, right, left, right.  It was calming to him as he chewed on his fingernails.  At least, it was until he heard someone call after him.

hearing his words, she almost let her guard down for a second. he’ll return her back? she raised her eyebrows in suspicion. that was easily doubtful. why did he even wanted to kidnap her anyway? was he from the league? did he want her to join them? did he want to use her as bait? more and more unanswered questions appeared as she pondered.

ochako followed his gaze, staring at the edge of the building. should she try to escape? or would it be too risky? ochako bite her lips nervously, shoulders tensing. what were you supposed to do in a situation like this? confusion and fear interfered in making a rational decision.

is this how bakugou felt?

the noise of clicking from the man brought her back to reality. the constant noise made her flinch; it was unsettling for the brunnette. she stared at the man hesitantly, blinking at his name.

“fukuro?” she repeated.

was it a new member of the league? did the police force recognize him? ochako frowned, scrutinizing the man. if—no, when she found the police, she would have to make a report on him. taking the appearance of the pale man, she noticed his ghost-like appearance, with his white hair and skin. the most startling thing was his eyes. one was normal eye while the other was a piercing red eye watching her.

he was waiting for an answer, wasn’t he?

avoiding the question, she asked, “why do you care if they’re putting missing posters for me? why did you even kidnap me in the first place?” she fixated fukuro with the most intimating glare she could manage.

if he was asking for her name, then he definitely wasn’t apart of the league. the league seemed to pay a lot of attention to the students of u.a. and if he didn’t know her…

she could use that information to her advantage.

      He stretches and cracks his shoulder before answering.  “Hostage.  Needed a backup plan.  Nothing to do with you.”

      Seidou fixes her with a displeased glare.  He can tell based on her expression that she’s obviously looking for a way out.  “Don’t try anything, child.  I’ll eat you up.”  He doesn’t explain the nature of his quirk.  Better to maintain the element of surprise.  Still, he licks his lips.  He really could go for a meal right about now.  Just because he could eat small birds and rats didn’t mean that he enjoyed doing it.  Humans had so much more fat and muscle and tasty, crunching bones...

     Seidou takes a step back, grabbing his head.  Sorry, Mother.  Sorry, Father.  He’s so sorry.  Before he can think, he’s scratching desperately at his head, trying to get the thoughts out of his head.  Almost a blind panic.  His teeth go click click click click as he tries to regain control, and eventually he looks back up at the girl.

     “Any more of that and I’ll make you sorry,” he mutters, unsure whether it’s to himself or the child.  Still, he hefts the girl up onto his shoulder and walks to the edge of the roof.