I awoke with a start, jolting upright as my eyes darted about the place, scanning every inch of the room I found myself in. It was obviously a hospital room, shades of light blue and white with a minimal amount of equipment, just the stand and monitor beside me; it was a nice room, nicer than I would have expected, if I had the chance to expect a room before I passed out.
Beautiful blood dripped from an IV bag and flowed into my veins, but my focus could only be on the far more beautiful woman leaning against the wall opposite my bed. Her tanned skin and athletic build suggested capacity for energy that wasn't reflected in her somber state.
"You're finally awake." Mirko noted, her voice a gruff, serious tone.
I tried to respond, but found my voice completely silent; I reached up to check what was on my face, a weight I only just now realized was there, but was further surprised when my hands were stopped almost immediately. Around my wrists were thick handcuffs, attached out of sight to the underside of the bed. I swore, but of course it made no sound.
A cursory glance down towards my mouth showed that, amongst a sea of bandages, there was a sleek metal device of some sort that wrapped around to the back of my head, forming a closed loop that kept it secured to my face...
How did they know?
"Took you long enough. I've been here for two hours. I'm supposed to be on the clock right now, y'know?"
My gaze returned to her perfectly sculpted form. Her red eyes met mine, and it was clear she was upset, like she wanted to beat me even though I was a harmless, bedridden victim.
"It's your fault, going on a killing spree like that. Are you stupid? Did you think you'd get away with it? Tch."
She looked like she was going to say more, but the nod of my head made her scowl.
"You've been unconscious for two hours." She grit her teeth, "Wasting two hours of my time." I raised a questioning eyebrow, and she seemed to understand my meaning. "I couldn't just leave you here alone; I kicked your ass, I'm responsible for it."
She stated it like it was an obvious fact of life, but it made me narrow my eyes, recalling my last words to her. Was this her loyalty to me motivating her? Because I really doubted she waited in her enemies' hospital room for them to wake up. She caught on to my suspicion, but she seemed to have no clue of what I did to her.
"What? You think I want to stay here watching a mass-murdering psycho sleep like a baby?" She practically growled, "I'm just doing what I have to. An impulsive, selfish villain like you wouldn't get it."
I closed my eyes and did my best to sigh, before letting out a silenced yelp when I felt her grab me by the collar of my hospital gown. Her rough treatment reminded me that, yes, I was indeed still in pain. But it was easily handled, accepted by my mind like a boring facet of reality, so it didn't distract me from how much the close proximity of her face turned me on--with her pretty blood-red eyes burning a hole into my soul as she looked down on me.
I guess I liked being aggressively manhandled by a woman that could crush my head between her thighs like a watermelon.
Who knew?
"You're going to rot in jail, you understand? The cops were here for a while, left less than an hour ago." Her eyes darkened, "They showed me everything you did. The cafe. The car." She shook me, jostling my injuries; I must have had some fractured ribs, because my entire chest squealed with pain. Shouldn't I be on morphine or something? Was I resistant to it? "Fifteen. Fucking. People. Dead in as many minutes."
Her voice spat hatred at me, and I couldn't deny how stimulating it was, to know that with a single sentence, I could completely flip her personality. Make her genuinely think everything I did was good, make her want to do the exact same thing.
It must have shown in my eyes, because she released me, practically throwing me back against the bed.
"Did you think you could steal enough quirks to make everything work out?" She asked, her voice low.
Would she be more upset if she knew I hadn't even thought that far ahead? I mean, I kinda did, but it was more of a general idea that more power equals less problems...
"We know you took Hitoshi Shinso's quirk, and used it on Haru Hito. It's clear you also acquired a quirk to make you stronger, but none of your victims had one like you displayed."
As I tried to figure out how she knew I could steal quirks, my mind recalled the bystander down that had been down the street, recording me with her phone. I supposed I should have killed her too, but there were like seven capabilities just waiting for me, I had to get them first. Besides, it sounded like it wouldn't have mattered anyways, since I couldn't kill Haru. He'd spill the beans regardless of any eyewitnesses, unless Mirko had killed him when she mistakenly attacked him.
Speaking of Mirko, she turned away from me and walked to the window, peering down at the city spread out below as she asked me in a cold voice, "How many people have you already killed?"
I took her brooding as an opportunity to try fiddling with the device on my face; I had to lean forward an almost uncomfortable amount to reach it. My fingers tried to dig underneath it in the hopes of making a gap big enough to allow some sound out, but it was far too tight. I was able to get a grip though, so I tried pulling it with all my strength.
The back of it dug into my skull and my arms burned as muscles flexed. I continued pulling, despite that; the pain increased with no progress to show for it, until my body was screaming at me to stop. It was easy to ignore the pain, but I still weighed the pros and cons of ignoring my nerves when my body was so injured. The cons outweighed the pros.
Mirko turned around at that moment, her eyes narrowing as she watched me lean back in the bed.
"What were you just doing?" She asked, her voice stern and accusatory.
My eyes flickered down before I could stop them. Her eyes flickered with understanding; I almost felt worried, but it's not like she could double silence me.
What's the worst that could happen?
She closed the distance to my bed, glaring down at me with a frown.
"Were you trying to remove the gag?"
I stared at her, then slowly shrugged. Her frown deepened as she crossed her arms.
"You think we'd put something on you that you could get out of? That's rated for quirks much stronger than yours. Good luck, dipshit." I continued to stare at her, before turning away and leaning forward once more, my hands redoubling their effort to get the damn collar off my--
A gloved hand grabbed it, essentially freezing my head in place with the strength of her arm.
Damn, I didn't realize her arms were so strong too, I thought it was just her juicy thighs and perfect, chiseled legs.
I felt her other hand grab the opposite side of the device, and then she grunted; the device pulled apart, freeing my mouth and relieving the strain on my flesh I hadn't realized was there. My eyes snapped to Mirko, who looked at the broken pieces of metal in her hand with confusion, as did I.
Was that her newfound inability to disobey me? Would she have been disobeying by inaction? Or was this a case of being loyal? Both?
Either way, my mouth was free, although not completely; the bandages on my head extended to cover my mouth. Still, it was enough for me to speak.
"Thanks." I said, not too muffled. Her eyes snapped to mine, and she grimaced, but didn't speak. "What, speechless? Do I really look that good?" I tried to run a hand through my hair, but remember I was still cuffed when I couldn't reach it. "Oh, right. Break these too."
Her eyes widen as she finds her hands pulling at the cuff around my wrists. She let out a grunt and, like the collar, it split apart. Then she reached for the other one and did it again; both hands now free, I ran a hand through my short brown hair. The moment had passed though, so I could only sigh.
Mirko hopped back the moment she could, but didn't run away, even though the door was right behind her. Pride, perhaps? Maybe the loyalty meant she couldn't run away from me? It didn't matter, she was still there, within hearing distance.
What was I supposed to say?
"You were really hating on my... Style, you know?" I commented, watching her stand there with concern written clearly on her face. "As if you wouldn't kill a bunch of random people for power." I shook my head, then thought for a moment, "At least you somewhat understood by goal, but even that you still got wrong."
I grinned at her, and that familiar grimace reappeared on her beautiful visage.
"If I'm stealing quirks, then why do you still have yours?" She didn't answer of course, she just glared at me, so I took the choice out of her hands. "Answer me." I commanded.
"You can't steal mutant quirks." The words spilled out of her mouth before she clamped her lips shut so hard they turned white.
I felt the opportunity to brainwash her, but I let it pass, instead carefully explaining. "Wrong." I elaborated, then paused. "I think. No, uh, you still have your quirk, because that's not what I took from you."
Her stance was combative, feet spread and fists clenched, ready to explode like a spring; either towards me, or away from me.
Couldn't have that.
"Relax." I ordered, and she did, the tension completely draining out of her body. It had a stronger effect than I expected, all stress and anxiety visible leaving her, until they returned a second later in even greater strength. She turned away from me, about to bolt, but my command reached her as she crouched, "Freeze."
Like a game of freeze tag, she did so. It was almost too frozen, and I realized as I stared at her chest for unrelated reasons, she probably couldn't breathe.
"Unfreeze and come over to me. Don't attack me or run, don't scream or shout."
She obeyed perfectly.
I cackled as she looked at me with pure fury, her teeth clenched as she did her best to set me on fire with a glare. Just to fuck with her more, I reached out and grabbed a handful of tit-flesh, squeezing it as hard as I could while watching her face for a reaction, but she didn't even flinch.
"What. Did. You. DO. To. Me." She managed to squeeze out through gritted teeth.
I blinked. "Right, what was I saying? Oh yeah, you were wrong. I wasn't stealing quirks." I grinned. "I was stealing capabilities." I shrug, "Not sure how it works, but just a bit of blood and I can steal a single capability from someone. Capability for strength, speed, controlling minds."
Her eyes widened before narrowing, her voice a quiet fire, "What did you take from me, bastard?"
"My name is Alan," I stressed, tsking as I shook my head. "You are way off. Ah, but, to answer your question, I took away your capability for disobeying me. Anything I say, you do it." I tap my chin with my free hand, glancing away while my other hand continued to squeeze one of her respectably hefty breasts. "I'm pretty sure it lasts forever. I don't see why it wouldn't."
My eyes turn back to hers as the first speck of fear appeared in her wide eyes, her teeth no longer clenched as she stared at me. "No." She breathed.
I nod enthusiastically, "Yep! I chose that capability specifically because, well," I scratch my chin, "Man this feels awkward to say, but I've always liked you. Your guts, your ferocity, your unwillingness to back down. It's hot as fuck, and you're hot as fuck, I just had to have you. I figured, hey, if you can't disobey me, I can just tell you to love me, be loyal, be mine. All that stuff."
Her burgeoning fear met her ever-present disgust for me, and the disgust won. "I would never, ever, love a piece of shit like you."
I chuckled.
The chuckle turned into a laugh.
The laugh turned into a cackle that I'm pretty sure someone must have heard outside the room, even with the door closed.
After several seconds, I managed to calm down.
"Oh, wow, that was a good one." I say. I exhale, settling down, then refocused on Mirko. My lips turned to a grin, and a sadistic light must have entered my eyes as I spoke, "You like me." Her disgust lessened, but fear remained. "You love me. You want me, more than anything. You need me."
The change is immediate; the disgust, the fear, it all evacuated her face, replaced by something new. Her breathing increased as she leaned into my hand, a shudder wracking her body as she let out a sigh of contentment that almost turned into a moan. "Alan~" She practically did moan my name that time, "Please~ I need you."
I leaned back, almost recoiling; my hand left her chest, but only made it half an inch before her own hand appeared around my wrist and forced it back to her breast.
"Don't stop~ Touch me~" She breathed, both her hands atop my single one, keeping it locked against her as she stared at me with lidded eyes; her tongue flicked out and slowly licked her lips, and I almost caved then and there. But I didn't.
"Ah, sorry, it's just, that's a bit too out of character. I prefer the hot-headed, cocky-tomboy attitude you had before. Go back to that, but like, still with love."
Her breathing evens out, and her lips morph into a smirk, her demeanor taking another one-eighty.
"What, can't handle a girl being into you?"
I stared at her, then slowly nodded.
"Don't worry, I'll teach you... But..." She frowned. "You killed a lot of people. It's not right."
I sighed and shook my head, "So close. One more thing, then, Mirko. Rumi." I narrowed my eyes in thought as I worked on the right phrasing. "Abandon your morals and ethics. And empathy. Save all of that for me alone."
She nodded, and a smile lit her face, "That's much easier. Thanks."
My hand is still on her chest; I give it another squeeze before pulling her even closer, close enough to kiss if either of us leaned forward a few inches.
Rumi grinned at me and looked down at my lips as she asked, "So, what's the plan, Alan?"
The way she said my name made me shiver; I never would have expected a woman to make my name sound sexy. "I'm not one for plans." I admitted, my eyes glancing down at her own lips before checking the room as a paranoid thought crossed my mind, "But, are there any listening devices in here? Cameras?"
She raised a white eyebrow, "This is a hospital."
"Y-Yeah, well, you never know. You can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you." Her grin softened as confusion joined it, but it's almost as if I stole that inch of her grin for myself, as one grew on my face. "I can open a portal to another universe every 24 hours. A little under twenty two hours from now. I guess the plan is to gather as many capabilities as I can before moving onto the next world."
She blinked. "I've never heard of a quirk like that." Her grin returned in full force. "Impressive. The cops thought it was strange they couldn't find any info on you. You've been in this room longer than you've been outside."
"Yeah, heh. Been in a hospital more than I--" I cut myself off, mouth hung open. "Hospital." I mulled over the word, my hand finally letting go of her left tit--she seemed disappointed--as I asked her, "How many people are around here that could beat you?"
She chuckled, her grin adopting a cocky tone as she flexed the well-defined muscles on her right arm, "Considering there's only a handful in the country that could possibly beat me?" She looked me in the eye and confidently stated, "Zero." Then she showed the slightest bit of hesitation. "Although, U.A. isn't too far from here. I heard All Might is teaching there now. He'd beat me--but I'd put up a good fight... I suppose some of the other teachers there could beat me, especially if they worked together."
I caressed my chin like an ancient wizard would caress his beard. "How far, exactly?"
Her lips pursed as she thought of the distance in her mind. "At least four kilometers, maybe more." Shit, how far was that? Like, two miles?
If All Might could move faster than a car, he could probably make here in under two minutes; let's assume just one. Plus a couple minutes... Worst case scenario, I'd have a few minutes, but I'm sure it'd be longer; they didn't call All Might for every little thing, although I don't think what I was about to do would count as "little".
Still, wouldn't be the worst if he appeared. It'd be an opportunity, as would any other hero...
Plus, I could always surrender and wait for my portal to recharge; I wouldn't want to leave Mirko behind, but I could always come back.
I think.
Eh, I'd figure it out.
"I have an idea." I began, leaning back down in my bed.
She cocked an eyebrow.
"I need you to get me blood."