46. A death in the family.

With the sports festival ended, I had a long weekend's holiday before the Hosu incident happened, one I had planned on spending with my father.

Fortunately, something else decided to pop out it's head.

Himiko rushed into the apartment, slamming the door open, fuming with rage.

"You cheater!" She cried, stomping up to me, getting in my face, "You like that rabbit so much?! Huh?"

"What? No!" I replied, grabbing her knife wielding arm before she got the bright idea to poke my eye out.

"I have been working, the whole month, FoR You! FOr uS" She shrieked, voice cracking, "And you left me for her?"

"Listen Himiko, it's not-" I pleaded, trying to comfort.

"I'll kill her!" She threatened, "and then I'll kill you and myself, and Kuribo!"

Slap!

"What did I tell you about threatening my puppy?" I snapped.

Himiko cowered, sulking.

"...I'm sorry." She said, meekly.

You should be. Now if you'll shut up and listen!" I said, grabbing her by her cheeks, "I have no love for Mirko. She is just a tool. Something I can use to get what I want.

Remember. I promised, didn't I, Himiko.

We'd have our own little family. Free from the bullshit all around us. You know I love you right, baby?" I comforted Himikp, enveloping her in a hug, stroking her hair as she began to sob.

"Do-don't leeheeave me...." she sniffled, clutching my back, rubbing her face into my chest, "I didn't mean....I-i....."

"Shush....it's okay." I said, kissing her forehead, "it's all right."

Fucking shit!

I have to do something about Himiko and her obsessive behaviour. Yanderes are cute and all, but when they get mad, it's a pain in the ass to deal with them.

But given it's just her abandonment issues from her family's side, maybe giving her a family of her own will solve that.

This was certainly a good time for that, given my future plans.

But if I want to end this before the summer vacation ends, I'll have to act faster than I expected, especially with Himiko being this unreasonable.

Perhaps it was time to move things up a bit.

Stain was important, sure. He could get me a neat reputation boost, a sampling of Nomus, and some experience in extracting quirks from multiple quirk users for the future.

But it wasn't worth more than the chance Himiko would buy me with All For One.

It's a damn dilemma.

Choices....choices.....

I moved Himiko onto my lap, placing her head on my shoulders, as I took out my phone and opened the calendar marking the dates.

Hmmm...

The internships begin in two days. And the Hosu incident happens in five.

That means, if I could get my hands on a crew....no.

Yeah no.

Team building doesn't happen in just two days.

I need to solve this problem with Himiko first. And I need to do it with the people on hand.

Looking at Kuribo, sleeping peacefully by the door, I sighed.

Time earn your keep pupper.

Time to hunt me some crows.

But first....

I pulled Himiko from my embrace, and looked her in the eyes.

"Do you trust me, Himiko?"

She sniffled, wiping her tears with her sleeves.

"Yesh, darling....I just...I was so scared!

I don't want to be alone. I can't be alone. Not without you!" She pleaded.

"I see. Then..." I said, grabbing her by the armpits, "Do you want a family?"

She blushed, hiding her face with a sleeve.

"Yes...." she answered.

"Then let's get ourselves a daughter." I said, carrying her into the bedroom, for some long awaited fun times.

Come morning, she awoke groggy, and smug, before she noticed the condoms in the bin.

"Wait! Weren't you...we..." she stuttered between yawns.

"Yes. But I can't be getting you pregnant now, in the middle of a mission can I?"

"But you promised!" She pouted, swatting her hands on the bed in a tantrum.

I climbed onto the bed, stealing a kiss from her lips, as I replied.

"We're going to adopt a little girl.

Save her even, from a very bad man." I explained.

"I smell a mission...." she smiled.

"You're goddman right." I replied, picking up my phone, giving the idiot couple a call.

"Aiba, Gentle, let's talk. I have a mission for you. Meet me at 4, same place." I ordered before dressing up.

"Himiko, take a bath, get dressed, and go back to the league. We'll be pushing that timetable up a bit."

"Aww! Can't I come along?" She whined.

"No. You are part of the league. You can't be seen with me in public.

They cannot suspect us, baby. Besides, it won't be too long now. We'll be put of here, and free."

"When?" She asked, unconvinced.

"Soon....very soon." I replied, walking out the door. Hailing a cab, I returned home to Tokyo, to spend the day with my beloved father.

"Dad~ I'm home." I said, taking off my shoes.

"Welcome back. I'm in the living room. Come over. Let's see that recording I made at your sports festival." He answered from within.

"Uh huh?" I asked, walking in.

Leaning on the back of the sofa, I saw his amateur attempt at recording, saved only by the expensive camera he was using.

Still, half the time, the video was grainy and shaky.

He didn't even adjust the light setting.

I sighed.

What am I even doing? This isn't why I came here.

I pulled out my father's book.

Yesterday, I had finished evolving my quirk.

As such, now I had access to the full pool of energy at my disposal, alongside a new skill, Bibliomania, that let me assume the powers of anyone whose book I held, for a small period of time.

Of course, it being an ability in the nature of nen, such extreme power ups came at a cost, in this case, that the person whose powers I assume, will have their book vanish from my library permanently, making them immune to my machinations.

And of course another was that I could only use one book at a time.

Not a bad price to pay for ultimate power. But a matter for another time.

Right now, I had a tool to dispose of.

I looked at my father, the man who had raised me, the man whose heart I had broken and life I had destroyed for one last time, before I began to write.

"On the 21st of May, 20XX, at 1.30 pm, Chouji Matsumoto, experienced a sudden heart attack, in the company of his son, Yuji, and passed away peacefully in their home at the age of 41."

As the energy drained from, I could see my father shake and seize, his eyes begging for respite.

I put my hand on his mouth, and comforted him, softly muttering, "shush, its fine. Go now, go peacefully."

The life drained from his eyes as he muttered the final few, broken words.

"Ay ...lo..u..s."

"I know, dad. Goodbye."

The least I wanted for the man was to afford him a peaceful death unlike what was headed for this world when I was done with it.

It was odd though, in a way, that I felt nothing watching him pass, not even a single tear shed.

Still, I needed to look the part.

I closed his eyes, and dialled the emergency hotline, acting panicked.

Then, I laced my eyes with glycerine before the ambulance arrived, eliciting tears aplenty.

Once I had handed him over for the proceedings and autopsy, I left for the cafe, wiping my tears.

I had a little girl to save, and a world to end.