Y/n: Dark Side

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Question/Poll time: Should I make Author DIE in a future chapter?

Yes

No

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"Y/n. Oi, Y/n."
With a light hum, your head rubbed against something soft.

"What?" You mumbled, still half asleep.

"Wake up. You're drooling on me," Author said. Slowly, you raised your head to see you were on Author's back.

"Where are we?" You asked, looking around.

"The backstreets of Kamino Ward. You fell asleep for five hours," she replied, hauling you higher on her back.

"Really? I didn't notice it," you said, resting your chin on her shoulder.

"That's cause I forced you to."

"WHAT?!" Your head popped up.

"What? You blame me? I know for a damn fact your insomniac tendencies."
You pouted.

"Meanie."

"Shut the fuck up."
She slowly let you off of her back and walked in front of you. You followed her, close behind. You didn't like the vibe this alleyway was giving off.
Author suddenly stopped and pushed you behind her.

"I hear someone."
You looked around, activating your quirk.

"I smell him," you said, "Ugh, smells like cigarettes."

"Come on, don't judge the smell until you've had one," a voice spoke. Author's eyes narrowed.

"Giran," she greeted, "Why are you here?"

'Who's that?' You thought. Giran popped from the shadows.

"One of my clients is short-staffed and with you two on the run, I think it'd be a perfect opportunity," he said, taking a deep drag of his cancer stick.

"Who's your client?" Author asked, making sure to keep her arm in front of you. He breathed out puffs of smoke.

"Tomura Shigaraki," he replied with smug expression.

"The League of Villains?" Author inquired.

"That's right."
Author looked behind herself at you.

"I don't," she said, "But she does."

"WHA—" She pushed you out into the open. His eyes flashed with familiarity.

"Oh, Y/n L/n, eh?" He said, leaning down to your height. "Daughter of Pro-Hero Moonshadow and Rank A villain Kamiko."

"I know who my parents are, you don't need to tell me," you said, not liking the close proximity.

"You interested in joining, kid?" He asked, the smell of smoke rolling from his mouth. You grimaced.

"I never said—Author!" You turned to see her walking away. "I don't want to become a villain, what the fuck is wrong with you—"

"Live, Y/n," she said, "You're a criminal surrounded by growing heroes." Her eyes seemed to take on a light glow in the dark alley.

"Survive."
She was gone.

You stared where she previously stood, mouth agape.

'That little bitch.' You thought, lip raising into a sneer. Giran smiled at your predicament and snuffed out his cigarette with his foot.

"You coming kid? I have a few people who might want to meet you." He turned away from you. You looked back at him and sighed.

"What does that entail? The League of Villains," you said, staying rooted to your spot. He looked back at you.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" He began walking away from you. Survive.

Do it.
Be the villain you were born to be.
Succumb to the darkness yourself.

'... no ragrets.'

Without a word, you followed him.

~
Giran led you through the backstreets of Kamino before stopping at an old bar. There were already two people waiting outside. A tallish male and a short female.

'Oh boy this screams orgy.'

"Oh! Who is this? She's so cute!" The girl bounded up to you and smiled. Your eyes were drawn to her unusual canine teeth.

'Oh god she's a top.' The blush on her face deepened when she stared at your face for a few seconds.

"Oh! I know! You're Y/n L/n!" She grabbed your hand and pressed it against her chest. "You're the one who helped Mr. Stainy!" You gripped her hands back tightly.

"... I've heard," you strained out through gritted teeth. The male behind her walked up to you and stared down at you. You looked back up at him.

"A kid," he said, "You sure she's as good as you say she is?" He directed that to Giran. Your face scrunched up.

"Shut yo raisin wrinkly headass up—lookin like a burnt eggplant-onion hybrid love child, with all those nipple piercings—deadass," you replied, ripping your hand from hers. A smirk tugged at his lips, but he didn't say anything.

"So what's your name, Nipple Boy?"

"... I currently go by Dabi," he replied.

"And I'm Toga! Toga Himiko!" She jumped in between you two and smiled brightly.

"I see, nice to meet you, Human Embodiment of Cat Piss... or HECP for short." You smiled back at her.

"Let's go. My client can be inpatient with things like these," Giran said, walking past you three and into the bar. He disappeared for a moment before peeking out and nodding you in. All of you strolled into the bar. In front of you were two figures.

'Okay now this is definitely going to be a weird hentai orgy.' You thought. As soon as the light blue haired dude saw you, you felt a change in him.

"So it's you, huh?" Dabi spoke from next to you. "I saw a picture of you, but you look gross in person..."

"Well that's fucking rude," you quickly said, "Don't you know it's rude to insult someone you just met, Nipple Boy?"
Toga laughed from next to you, pumping her fists up and down like she was giving invisible hand jobs.

"Wow, the hand guy!" She exclaimed, "You're friends with Mr. Stainy, right? Right?!"

"Let me join too! The League of Villains!"
You waved.

"What's up, Swedish Penis Pumping Weenie, nice to meet ya."
The annoyance that radiated off of him was palpable, but you didn't know if the others felt it like you did.

"Kurogiri, get rid of these guys," he said, point at you. "Everything I hate came together in one set. A brat, a rude guy, and a conceited imp."
Your eyes teared up.

"Thank you for assuming I care about myself, that's literally the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." You wiped a stray tear away.

"Now, now," Kurogiri said, "They came all this way to visit, so let's at least hear them out, Tomura Shigaraki."
Your brows raised.

"I stan one(1) King."

"Besides, that big shot broker brought them. They're bound to be valuable assets."

"I don't care what you do with them, but make sure I get my commission, Kurogiri," Giran spoke from behind you. "At least let me introduce them."

"First, this cute high school girl."

'Bitch please, I'm the cute high school girl. Now we know what your kink is, pervert.'

"Her name and face were tightly under wraps by the media, but she's on the run as the suspect in a series of deaths by blood loss," he explained.

"I'm Toga! Himiko Toga! It's hard to live! I want to world to become and easier place to live! I want to become Mr. Stainy! I want to kill Mr. Stainy! So let me join the League of Villains, Tomura!"

'This bitch is crazy.' You thought, slowly taking a step away from her.

"I don't get her. Is she crazy?" Tomura asked.

"She can hold a conversation for the most part," Giran replied, "I'm sure she'll be of use."

"Next, this guy over here." He turned his head to Dabi. "He hasn't committed any flashy crimes, but he holds fast to the hero killers ideology."

"I'm uneasy about this," Dabi said.

"You should stand next to yourself once in while, I'm about ready to throw up the dead cat I ate earlier."

"Does this organization really have a just cause? Don't tell me you're going to let this crazy woman in?"
You whistled softly to yourself, being as it was obvious you were the third wheel in the conversation.

I'll pick it back up when we get to your introductions.


Ja ne!

{Ruby Red}

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