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Rikku's POV

"Are you kidding?" I deadpanned as I stared at my father.

They were villains and they were asking me if I wanted to be a hero? They must be high, drunk, or brainwashed. I smirked, they were messing with the heroes.

"No we aren't kidding." Mom replied softly as she smiled sweetly, "Do you want to be a hero Rikku?"

"Oh yeah, like I'd want to be a goody-to-shoes." I replied sarcastically, adding an eyeroll for extra effect.

"What did I say about sarcasm?" Dad asked sternly, his face hardened in mock anger.

"To throw it out the window after I stabbed it." I replied with a smirk when the other teens around us shuddered, "But I still don't believe you, why would the number two villain want to become a hero?"4

"Well your father only kills criminals." Uncle Dabi replied with a shrug, "And he always wanted to be a hero despite his. . . violent tendencies. It's not too surprising, really."

"But he's like," I deepened my voice to sound like my dad, " 'Kill! I need blood!'"

"No, no." Dad shook his head, "You have to make your voice a little bit deeper then your right on the money, Sweetie."

"Wait." a deep voice said, I turned to see a gruffy looking man staring at us in shock, "This is Rikku?"

" 'Ello!" I cheered with a fake British accent and bright smile, "I'm Rikku Midoriya, it's a pleasure Eraserhead! Can I have your autograph?"

Everyone was silent for a few minutes, then I heard it. My dad was crying, a large smile on his face.

"That's my daughter!" he said in a watery voice, "Took my lessons to heart!"

"Oh course I did." I laughed, "How are you a deadly villain if you always cry?"

"That's what I'm asking everyday." Mom muttered as she smiled fondly at Dad, "Can you stop crying? She takes all of our lessons to heart."

"Not all." Dabi replied, "Remember when you guys were giving her a sexual edu-"

"I don't want to be reminded!" I shreaked with a shudder, "Anyways, I would like to be a hero. I always admired them, well not all like Shitty Endeavor, but you get the point."

"She takes after you so much." Mom muttered to my dad with a small smile, "That's a good thing."

I smiled as Dad wrapped an arm around Mom's waist and pulled her close. His toxic green eyes flashed over to me and he gave me a smile, telling me I played along nicely, before he turned to a boy with ash blonde hair.

"She reminds me of your mother." Dad commented, "You know? Supper nice until you set her off, anyways Eraser, I think you have a few questions. But the important thing is, you have four villains that wish to be heroes. Good luck."