MHA: The Contractor

 /Here's another chapter for those still around. Expect problems with Grammar, hard-to-understand sentences, overly detailed sentences that are otherwise unneeded, under-detailed sentences, character personality, lack of character personality, and more. Hope you enjoy this mess, Toodles\

 Upon pulling into the garage, I was quick to exit the vehicle, leaving the hero in the back, confident that the three Carfentanil tranqs I shoved into her neck would keep her down for at least a few hours, even if said tranq only needed one to keep an elephant down for double that; you could never be too careful when it came to the monsters of the top ten.

 Grunting, I walked through my house before sitting down at the dining room table. After a small struggle with my phone, I called up a number that had all its digits blacked out.

 It rang for a few seconds before someone on the other side picked up. However, it wasn't who I was expecting, as a dark and sinister voice leaked through the phone without restraint, locking me in place from its sheer pressure.

 "Well, isn't this an unexpected surprise; how have you been, Null."

My breath hitched. No, this isn't possible, he shouldn't be alive! He should be six feet underground without his head! 'He' made sure of it! 

 He seemed to realize my dilemma, "Suprised? Well, don't be because we'll have plenty of time to catch up when you get here."

 My eyes narrowed, "How'd you know." I all but demanded.

 At this, he laughed. "How do I know? How do I know you have some broken bones? How do I know you fought and won against Miriko? How do I know you're looking for my wonderful doctor? Ohh how do I know?"

 "BASTARD, STOP PLAYING GAMES!" I raged.

 He laughed again, his tone sounding like he was talking with a child, and it pissed me off to no end. "Now, now, there's no need to get so upset, after all, it's your fault for being sloppy."

 "What do you mean?" I said while doing my damnedest to rein in my anger.

He snickered, "Ahh, you haven't seen it yet, have you? I'm surprised, after all, it's made the national news."

 At the mention of the news, I flew up from my chair, and all but stumbled over to my TV remote. Upon pressing the power button, I went silent in shock, as displayed directly on the national headlines were the words, 'Miriko lost', and next to it was a... video... of our fight.

 Taking my silence as an initiative, the man on the other side continued. "Why so shocked? If anything, you should be proud. Beating the fifth-highest-ranked hero in all of Japan with just your bare hands, and on film too, your reputation will skyrocket... or is that not what you wanted?" He finished off with a bone-rattling chuckle.

 In a rage, I threw my phone at the wall with all the strength I could muster, shattering it and the voice along with it. However, I couldn't dwell in my rage for long as one second I was limping for my bedroom door and the next I was walking through a purple mist.

 After a few more steps, I tripped over something, falling directly onto my shattered arm and putting massive pressure on my broken collarbone.

 Groaning, I rolled over, taking the pressure off of both areas and placing it on my sturdy and unbroken arm. Using this arm, I pushed myself up and looked around, finding that the house I was just in had been replaced with a dark and dimly lit room, vats containing disfigured creatures lining its walls.

 Eventually, my gaze found itself on a small old-looking man where a lab coat and goggles. Recognizing this man as the doctor I was originally trying to contact, I went to speak, only to feel a sharp pain pierce my neck.

 Reaching up, I ripped whatever was in my neck out, and held it closer, "A dart?" My world went black.

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 "Ne ne, Rumi-san, is it true that you're going to a hero school?"

 At the call out, a small girl with rabbit ears as white as snow turned to face the questionnaire before boldly planting a fist in her chest, "Damn right! And I'll be the best one in Japan; I'll be so big that not even that brute of a hero Allmight could compare! Just you wait!"

 With this bold statement came a calm and collected voice sounding out from not far behind the two girls, his butter-like voice immediately capturing their attention.

 "Now-now, Little carrot, you shouldn't get too excited. After all, you're not even out of kindergarten yet."

 At the declaration, the little rabbit burned with embarrassment, "Shut up, Baka oni-san! You don't know nothin!"

 He laughed.

 I'd never admit it back then, but his laughs made me happy, and I always tried to make him laugh, even if it was at my own expense... However, this had taken a toll on him, and with my attitude at the time, those expenses grew increasingly more dangerous, leaving him in more of a constant state of worry.

 Yet, in my yearning for his joyous laugh, I was oblivious to his constant worries and kept trying to do preposterous things to make him laugh, and eventually, this came at a cost.

 It was the day I danced with death/ and the day death took its toll, leaving me an orphan scarred by the bitter reality that was life.

 "Little... Carrot..."

 My eyes snapped open as I shot up, looking around with barely concealed fear. My heart beat at a rate too fast to be considered healthy, and the enclosed space wasn't helping, only serving to further that fear along.

 With my breath becoming more frantic by the second, I was eager to find a way out; luckily, that's just what I got, as a small and almost unnoticeable ding later, and what looked like a car door flew open, and the place containing said car lit up in brilliant white, revealing the neatly organized area around it.

 Uncaring of both my pride and wherever I was, I scrambled for the door before falling out, crawling on all fours to the nearest wall. 

 The open space, paired with ample lighting, served well in calming me down, but it didn't do much for my chaotic emotional state, so I sat there weeping at the dredged-up memories, only stopping when my mind felt too exhausted to continue.

 After which, I paid no heed to where or how I had gotten there, instead opting to walk through the thrown-open door that looked to lead inside a house.

 Letting my eyes adjust to the sudden lighting change, I looked around, finding that from my immediate standpoint, I could see a kitchen, and directly across from that was a living room, a flat-screen blaring news I was too tired to care for.

 Walking further in, I passed what looked to be a laundry room and basement door, and not long after that, I passed a bathroom, which; while enticing to use, didn't have the bed I was looking for.

 That would be solved when I came to a stop in front of the final door, its contents revealed to all.

 Walking in, my eyes were immediately set on one thing in particular. the king-sized bed. Upon flopping down on it, I was quick to scrounge up any loose blankets before burying myself in them, letting every worry and woe of the day melt away in the sweet release of a comforted bed.

 It wasn't long before I was gone to the world, leaving me oblivious to the man stepping through the very door I entered.

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 'Hey, hey, hey! What this?! Why's she in my bed!? Shouldn't she still be in the car?!' Glancing back at the hall, I could tell the garage was lit up. 'Don't tell me!? Did she have a panic attack?!'

 Wanting to confirm my suspicions, I made my way over before stopping in front of the door leading into the garage. 

 Upon peering in, my suspicions were found true, as every door on my car was propped open, their forms hanging in the air, waiting for the signal to close.

 Huffing in defeat, I pulled at my keys before taking hold of the one that went to the car; from there, I pressed a sequence of buttons in an order that would have most reeling in confusion, after which the garage lights shut off, bathing the room in darkness, and a few seconds after a series of four clicks sounded off, telling me that all four doors were now closed.

 Sighing, I could only blame myself for this blunder, as back when I first started this type of business, it was regular for me to have at least two panic attacks a day, paving the way to the system that freed the hero.

 This system, which I called 'PA or Personal Assistant,' was developed by me in hopes of making my life just a bit easier; the Assistant was equipped to deal with any situation inside its database, panic attacks included.

 However, this system wasn't designed for portable use like a watch or some other small device; it was made with the intention of being attached or hooked up to a car. From there, the car would basically become a pre-programmed helper, being able to deal with the things previously mentioned and also being responsible for remote driving, the thing I used a few hours prior.

 In conclusion, thanks to the hero's panic attack, the car's system acted on what it was programmed to do, which, after analyzing, chose to go with the protocol that best helped with her situation, which just so happened to be Full Exposure. 

 Now, I won't go into detail with each individual protocol, but I can say the one the system went with was normally to help with any claustrophobia the victim may have been feeling at the time.

 Sighing, I shut up my internal monolog before going back to my room, intending to deal with whatever the next day.

 After stepping in and closing the door, I headed for my bed, uncaring of the hero also being in it. Almost immediately after sitting on the bed, the hero's arm shot out from under the mound of blankets before doing the unexpected and pulling me under with her. From there, she proceeded to wrap one of her very lethal legs around both of mine and then buried her head into my chest.

 Going still, I did my best to not move around too much, focusing on not disturbing the one who could easily put her leg through my gut right now.

 But after a few more seconds of caring, my fatigued body decided it was too comfortable to continue caring, and the next thing I knew, I had both of my arms wrapped around her, my head treating her bone-white hair as a pillow, with bunny ears to boot.

 I'll probably never say this to the hero in my arms, but compared to every time I was contracted as a sex toy, this has got to be the happiest I've ever been in bed, or ever will be for that matter.

I was out not long after, my mind drifting off into her warmth.

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 Watching as everyone gathered around the table, I observed as they began discussing the latest news regarding the currently missing rabbit hero, her defeat coming as a shock to almost everyone in the country.

 However, as I was well acquainted with the would-be kidnapper, I was in no rush to find out about her whereabouts. Though, the same couldn't be said for my employees.

 Sipping some tea, I quietly listened as they spoke of potential plans and what might currently be happening to the hero; I chuckled at Ms. Nemuris's outlandish idea of some kind of secret romance going on between the pair while I heard Snipe shoot countless holes in said idea, much to Midnight's dismay.

 It was when their ideas of what was happening to the hero were stepping into the more unsavory side of things that I set my tea down.

 Clapping my paws, I was quick to reign in the assembled hero's attention. "I think that's quite enough speculation on our part; now, let's turn our focus to motives." The motive was obviously for some kind of contract he picked up; what the contract entailed, I had no clue, but something I could be sure of was it had nothing to do with killing, he never went after any hero in the top hundred for that kind of contract.

 It took me a moment to realize everyone still had their attention on me, and I looked on with curiosity. "Something you need?"

 At first, no one spoke, but it wasn't long before someone took charge. "You know something."

 Looking at my favorite sleep-deprived teacher, I smiled, "Pardon?"

 He sighed frustratingly, "Don't play coy with us Nezu."

 I chuckled, "What gave it away?"

 It was hilarious watching my confirmation spark a wave of surprise from the room, minus Aizawa and Chiyo; they knew me too well.

 Before Aizawa could lay out the facts, Present Mic could be heard gawking in confusion.

 "Wait, so you know what's going on with Miriko?" Came Cementoss's equally as confused voice.

 I nodded.

 "Then why didn't you say anything sooner?!" Came Kan's demanding voice.

 I sighed, "Where would be the fun in that; besides, I'm sure the rabbit hero's just fine."

 Before anyone else could interrupt, Aizawa took hold of the questioning again. "Anyway, are you going to tell us what you know, or are you going to leave us in the dark, as per usual?"

 Thinking about it; I had left them to their own devices for many of the cases we've worked on before, so why not throw them a bone this time.

 "I suppose you could use an explanation, but I trust you won't complain if said information isn't to your liking?"

 There was a unionized nod at my stance.

"Very well," I turned to Aizawa, "What are you looking to find out?"

 He thought for a moment before responding, "With the way you watched the video, you seemed knowledgeable about who that person was; mind sharing it first?"

 "I don't see why not. As you know, the man in the video," I pulled up the mentioned video, "is a villain, or in my eyes, a mercenary; he popped up about a year before Hawk's entrance into heroics and has subsequently become a staple for all seeking something done."

 I was interrupted by Aizawa, "Elaborate."

 I chuckled, "Alright; as I mentioned he's a mercenary, thus he doesn't just go around randomly causing havoc. His expertise consists of many different things, ranging from heroics to villainy; you want him to protect you, he'll protect you, you want him to kill someone, he'll kill someone, it usually depends on what you contract him for."

 With my very brief and barebones explanation, they seemed satisfied, though I could see a few of them were having a hard time wrapping their head around it.

 "Moving on; you also seem to know something about Miriko's current situation, mind dabbling on that?"

 I continued smiling, "Well, I actually know nothing about what's going on with the Ms. Miriko situation, so I'm just as in the dark as the rest of you."

 Aizawa along with the rest frowned at this, "Then why are you so confident in her safety?"

 Deciding to lay it down flat, I continued, "The reason for this is simple; he's not a bad person, and he has a soft spot for women and children."

 Everyone was stunned silent at the anticlimactic answer, much to my eternal amusement.