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The sound of Peng's nose breaking echoed through the hall.
"AGHHHHHH!!"
Peng scread his lungs out. Never in his life had he been physically taken a hit, let alone felt pain.
"Young Master Peng!"
The lackey with the hair manipulation quirk snapped out of his shock. His face twisted in rage. He had one job: protect the golden goose. And he had failed in less than a second.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!" he roared as he charged at Akira.
His hair shot out, the strands thickening and braiding together into five massive, whip-like vines. They lashed out, aiming to catch Akira's limbs and crush him.
Akira didn't even look at him. He didn't shift his stance. He didn't release his grip on Peng's head.
He ignored the hairy kid. With his free hand, he pulled out a small rectangular device and hit the button.
ZZZZZT.
The lights in the hall died. The overhead crystal chandeliers lost their sparkle. The blue LEDs in the walls went dark. The security caras in the corners of the room were powered down.
Then, after a second, only the ergency lights turned on.
"What the " the white-haired boy stuttered.
WOOSH.
Blue fire burned in the darkness.
Akira snapped his fingers.
From the floor, chains made of solidified blue-golden fla lashed out like snakes, intercepting the attacks, wrapping around the white strands, and destroying the vines.
The chains didn't stop there. They wrapped around the lackey's torso, pinning his arms to his sides.
"Gah!"
The chains tightened.
They lifted him off the ground, suspending him in mid-air like a pinned piñata. He struggled, trying to activate his quirk, but the chains were hard enough to crush his ribs if he moved even an inch.
"Stay there," Akira said calmly.
He didn't shout. He didn't need to. His voice cut through the silence of the hall.
He turned his attention back to the boy beneath him.
Peng was thrashing. The pain of his broken nose had triggered the little fight that he had in him.
"GET OFF !"
His skin began to harden. Green scales erupted along his jawline. His face elongated, his mouth widening into a snout filled with sharp teeth.
Mutant type transformation, Akira noted, analyzing the threat level. Crocodile-based, should have stronger jaws and endurance.
Peng twisted himself free from Akira's grip with a burst of strength. He rolled onto his back and lunged upward, his massive jaws snapping shut, aiming to bite Akira's head off.
The Young Master was going for the kill.
Akira didn't even blink. Blue flas condensed around his hands, forming a pair of heavy guntlets.
Peng lunged.
"RAAAAAAA!!!"
Akira sidestepped. He moved inside the arc of the bite, slipping past the teeth.
Too slow....
He smashed his fist upward.
CRACK.
The fla gauntlet connected with the soft underside of Peng's crocodile jaw. The force lifted the boy off the floor.
Peng flew backward, crashing onto the carpet. His transformation got undone, the scales receding as his brain processed what just happened.
He groaned in pain as he clutched his mouth. Blood poured through his fingers.
Akira walked over to him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk handkerchief.
He crouched down in front of Peng.
"Hold still," Akira said softly.
He grabbed Peng's chin. He used the handkerchief to wipe the blood from Peng's lip and lapel. The gesture was gentle, almost caring.
Peng stared at him with one watering eye, confused. Why is he cleaning ? Is he into guys?
"Now," Akira whispered, folding the bloody handkerchief and putting it back in his pocket. "We don't want to leave any solid evidence behind, do we? Blood samples are ssy. If I leave your blood on the floor, the cleaning staff will have a hard ti."
Peng froze. The realization hit him like truck-kun. He wasn't being cleaned. The cri scene was being sanitized.
"What?" was all Peng could manage.
Akira grabbed Peng's left arm.
"This might hurt a bit," Akira said.
"What?" Peng asked again.
SNAP.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Peng scread; his scream tore through the room.
The third lackey — a lean, nice-looking kid who had been too scared to move until now — finally broke out of his shock. He fumbled for his phone, his hands shaking so hard he almost dropped it. He was desperate to call security, his father, anyone who could stop this monster.
"I need - I need to cal-"
BUZZZZZZZZZZT.
His eyes rolled back. The fuck was that? was his last thought before he was thrown into dreamland.
He collapsed, twitching.
Standing over him was the girl with the ponytail. She held a small, sleek taser in her hand. Nia was perched on her shoulder, looking impressed, as she sowhat recovered from the trauma.
The girl looked at the unconscious boy, then at the taser.
"I kept the voltage at the bare minimum," she muttered to herself, sounding like she was reciting a textbook to calm her nerves. "That should not have done any permanent damage. Just a temporary synaptic disruption. Recovery ti should be around ten minutes."
She looked up and saw Akira standing over the screaming Peng.
Her eyes widened.
"Nia," she said urgently to the cat. "I have to stop your Daddy. The wounds... they can be used as evidence against him. Assault charges. Lawsuits!"
Nia, who was recovering from her panic attack, shook her head weakly.
"Don't worry about that," Nia whispered. "Daddy has already thought of that. He thinks of everything."
"What do you an?" the girl asked.
Just then, the white-haired lackey hanging in the chains yelled out from above.
"OH MY GOD! HE'S TRYING TO BURN HIM ALIVE! HE'S GOING TO KILL YOUNG MASTER!"
The girl turned around. What she saw stopped her heart.
Peng was on the ground, brung. His broken arm was engulfed in blue-gold fire.
"NO! NO! AGHHHHHHHHHH!" Peng scread, terrified of the heat. "IT BURNS! IT BURNS!"
"Stop him!" the girl told Nia, stepping forward, ready to intervene physically. "He will end up in jail!"
"Relax," Nia said calmly. "Daddy isn't burning him. Daddy is healing him."
"What?"
The girl paused. She looked closer.
Peng was screaming, yes. He was thrashing, like a kid. But his clothes weren't catching fire. There was no sll of burning flesh.
The bone in his arm shifted. It snapped back into place with a sickening pop.
In seconds, the arm was fine again.
He's... fixing him? she thought, bewildered. What kind of quirk is that? Why break him just to fix him? That makes no sense.
The flas vanished.
Peng lay there, panting, tears streaming down his face. He clutched his arm. Which were sohow moving again.
He looked up at Akira. "You... you healed ?"
Akira looked down at him and smiled.
"Yes," Akira said.
He grabbed the arm again.
"Round two."
SNAP.
"GAAAAAAAAAH!"
For the next ten minutes, the Heir's Lounge beca a chamber of horrors. (Used the chapter na, hehehehe)
Akira broke the arm. He healed it. He broke his nose. He healed it. He dislocated the shoulder. He reset it.
He didn't shout. He didn't look angry. He looked like a chanic taking apart an engine and putting it back together to see how it worked.
Break. Heal. Break. Heal. Break. Heal.
The girl watched, her hand over her mouth. It was brutal, but smart. As it left no marks.
There would be no bruises for the police to photograph. No broken bones for the doctors to x-ray. Only the mory of pain. Only the psychological scar that would never heal. Akira was erasing the cri as he committed it.
"Please!" Peng sobbed, snot running down his face. "Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Stop! I'll do anything! I'll give you money! I'll give you my car! I'll give you my sister."
Akira paused. He held his hand over Peng's shoulder.
"Are you done being a Young Master?" Akira asked softly.
"Yes! Yes! I'm done! I'm sorry!"
"Are you going to apologize to the waiter?"
"Yes! I'll buy him a house! I'll clean his shoes! Just stop! Please!"
"Do you have sothing to say to my daughter?"
Peng got confused, "Daughter?"
"The cat."
Peng's eyes widened, and he frantically looked around the room to find that cat.
As he found the little fur ball with that girl, he bowed.
"Forgive , young lady. I Peng have done sothing I should have never done."
Akira looked at Nia, who gave him a nod.
He stared at Peng for a long mont. He let the fear sink in. He let it settle into the marrow of Peng's bones. He wanted Peng to rember this fear every ti he thought about abusing his power.
"Good."
He healed him one last ti.
Akira stood up. He dusted off his hands, adjusting his gloves.
He looked around the room.
The other heirs were staring. So were hiding behind arcade cabinets. So were trembling. The white-haired lackey in the chains had gone still with fear.
Akira snapped his fingers.
The blue fla chains dissolved. The lackey fell to the floor.
He got up, looked at Akira with terrified eyes, and ran. He bolted out the door without looking back, abandoning his boss.
Fuck this shit, I'm out!!!
Akira looked at the room and clicked the button again.
"I believe that we didn't see anything here tonight. Is that correct?"
Silence.
Then, a boy in a tuxedo nodded frantically. "Nope. Didn't see a thing. Just playing video gas."
"Yeah," a girl added, her voice shaky. "No idea what you're talking about. The lights just went out for a second."
"Yo, dude," one heir said to another.
"You want to try that racing ga? It looks fun. Let's play the racing ga."
"Sure, sure. Let's go. Right now."
"Hey, give your lipstick," a girl whispered to her friend near the bar.
"Why?"
"I just found my prince charming. He's terrifying. I need to look my best in case he decides to break my arm."
"Bitch, you crazy."
Within seconds, the room returned to normal.
People went back to their drinks, their gas, their conversations — all of them ignoring the boy.
Akira turned to the girl holding Nia.
He walked over. He looked at the taser in her hand.
"Nice reflexes," he noted. "I did not see you carrying that. Creation quirk?"
The girl nodded mutely. "Lipids."
"Useful," Akira said.
He reached out and took Nia from her arms. Nia snuggled into his neck imdiately, purring to self-soothe.
"Let's go, Nia," Akira said. "I think we've had enough fun for one night."
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An ANNOUCENT!!
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Momo will be the single female lead. And it's locked. No harem, sorry.
Reason?
The more I wrote Momo talking to Akira, and the more I developed them, the more I realized how perfect they are for each other.
Akira is fire, Momo is the water.
Akira in the frontline type, Momo is the backline type.
Akira is the hyper one, and Momo is the calm.
Momo and Akira balences out each other in such a beautiful way that I don't want to ruin it by making it a harem.
I hope you understand my decision.
Joe out.
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