MHA: Dark Matter

Inhale.

Exhale.

Feeling drops of my blood fall to the floor, I held Melissa in my arms and stared at the enemy. Dressed like some aristocrat from a bygone era, he looked at us with feverish eyes. A thin smile played on his lips, while his clawed hands trembled. But it wasn't his appearance that worried me.

I hadn't sensed him before the attack. I hadn't heard him. I hadn't smelled him. I hadn't even seen him with my "Gaze" until he stood right in front of me. When he was about to tear the girl's head off with his hand, I saw him. I barely had time to "harden" my arm enough to save Melissa.

"What a wonderful soul! Wonderful, simply wonderful, hmm~"

I looked at him with my "Gaze." A dark purple silhouette with crimson points of radiance. It left a taste of rot in my mouth. And that radiance grew brighter. He took a step forward.

"So much sadness and pain! So many doubts and bitterness! Wonderful. Wonderful! The melody of your soul fills me with inspiration! It is a shame you cannot be My Love. Forgive me, but I am a man of strictly traditional views."

I pushed Melissa behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw All Might get knocked down by a pillar on the monitor, followed by a message indicating camera damage. A tremor ran through the building. The heroes would not be coming anytime soon.

I asked a question.

"Who are you?"

His wine colored, feverish eyes stared into mine, and his thin smile twitched like a wave. He placed his right palm on his chest and tilted his head. His mouth, full of sharp teeth, opened.

"I am forbidden from telling others my name during missions. But you may call me Tristesse."

Tristesse? Was he French? It didn't matter. He was too dangerous to defeat without killing him or revealing all my power. I would have to eliminate him. But first, I needed to learn more about him. He was too different from the other villains here.

"What do you want, Tristesse? What is your mission?"

"What do I want, you ask?"

The black haired man spread his arms wide. With the first words of his question, a strange sound rang out. A familiar sound. But it shouldn't have been here.

I threw a knife at the villain's neck.

"I want suffering. Grief, misfortune, anger, disappointment, longing, envy, doubt, and more, and more, and more, and more! So that the ringing and lamentations of souls may spread throughout the world. I want to hear the song of these souls. To become the conductor of this chorus of souls, whose music the world must hear."

The clatter of a fallen knife echoed from a trembling hand.

Piano. The sound of the keys continued to play.

"Ken?"

Melissa's voice came from behind me, while the black haired man continued to speak. The sound of the keys continued to play.

I looked at my palm in confusion. Why had I dropped my knife?

A gentle female voice touched my ears.

Something wet fell on my skin. I looked up. Something wet continued to drip onto my face. A black haired woman was hugging me, pressing me to her chest. Mom? Why was she crying?

"My son, your father has gone far away. He won't be here today."

"Why?"

"He h-has business. He has a lot of work. He is a hero, after all."

Mom said, gently stroking my hair.

The woman's voice continued to sing.

A stranger held my hand, leading me to a big, white house.

"Well, here you are, boy. This is your new home. Meet Takahashi san, who will be looking after you for the next few years."

"Hello, boy. What is your name?"

The woman smiled. Why were they speaking so sickeningly sweet?

The unfamiliar, incomprehensible song continued to play.

I stared at the familiar white ceiling. There was no one behind the transparent wall. No injections or "experiments" today. And no Man with the Cold Eyes.

Drip.

That was good. It didn't hurt today.

Drip.

"Someone, please save me."

A quiet whisper echoed through the research complex's cell.

Someone's fingers continued to play the keys.

"Don't kill me!"

"Save me, save me, save me, save me!"

"Why?"

The voices of the killed echoed. I slit the throat of the blond in the leather jacket, who had been about to say something. The "Dissolver," I think his name was Yakushi. I didn't care.

"Murderer!"

"M-monster!"

"Criminal."

"I had a family!"

The police officers who were inexplicably on fire shouted something. I looked at the head of the professional hero "Snatch" in my hands. I pulled my thumbs out of his eye sockets and let the body fall.

You were in my way.

"What about me, son? I wasn't in your way. I just wanted my descendants to have a Quirk so they could stand alongside the representatives of the old families."

Streams of life energy flowed into me from my father, whose neck I was squeezing. I hate you. You abandoned us. If you had stayed, I wouldn't have become like this. I wouldn't have become a killer.

"Ken?"

I turned my head and saw Ayame Yoshioka. She was backing away in fear, along with Hana, who was hiding behind her and looking at me with her gray eyes. Glassy gray eyes.

"Ayame…"

I tried to walk toward her, but something stopped me. I looked down at the body covered in sores clinging to my legs. I kicked it away, barely recognizing the Man with the Cold Eyes, or rather what was left of him after the drug I had injected.

"Ken, how could you? How can you be a villain?"

Midoriya shouted, tears streaming down his face. Next to him stood Melissa, staring at me in disbelief. I wanted to say it was a bad joke. They couldn't have found out I was a villain. They shouldn't have found out.

But something slimy was on my hands.

Drip.

My hands were covered in blood. And not just my hands. I licked my lips. Salty.

"Get away. Do not dare come near my family. I am ashamed that a monster like you listens to my music."

A blond man shouted, trying to shield his frightened wife and daughter with his hands. But your music saved me. It gave me peace. I wanted to listen to it. I tried to approach him and explain everything. My idol would understand me. But I tripped and fell.

"Get lost. You're already dead."

I looked with hatred at the Man with the Cold Eyes, still bothering me even in death. I pushed the corpse away and looked back at Kyotoku Jiro's direction.

I saw familiar yellow eyes with those amusing, beloved crosshair pupils. I smiled. My love.

"Mei…"

I reached my hand out to her. But instead of warmth, I saw only growing terror in her familiar eyes. She spun around and ran. My love.

"Mei, wait. I can explain everything. Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

I tried to get up, but several arms grabbing me prevented it. I didn't look at them. I didn't want to lose sight of her silhouette.

"Mei, there is so much I want to tell you…"

I crawled after her, paying no attention to anything else. Only her bright, golden silhouette burned in my eyes.

"Mei, don't leave me. Don't leave me alone."

Something stung my eyes. I blinked and screamed at the top of my lungs.

"I don't want to be alone!"

I saw nothing but darkness and the white floor beneath my hands. She didn't even look back. Someone pulled at my clothes. A whisper came from above my ear.

"We are with you, son."

Kaneki Scott said, wrapping his arms around my body. Dozens of other corpses crawled toward me.

I hate you.

Dark Matter burst from my body.

"Haha"

The smell of tobacco reached my nose as a laugh came from beside me. I stopped looking at the newly killed corpses and turned to the laughing man. Kagerou Okuta, also known as the broker Giran, smiled at the bodies at his feet and puffed on a cigar.

"Ken kun, you are a real villain."

"What do you want, old man?"

I asked, feeling empty inside.

"I'm just thinking that it's not in my interest to abandon you. After all, you kill everyone who abandons you."

"What nonsense are you talking, old…"

I stopped, looking into Midoriya's empty green eyes. His body lay next to my father, his neck twisted. A tremor ran through my body.

Ayame, Hana, Melissa, Kyotoku. They were all dead, lying nearby. I quickly looked around. I saw a head with pink hair. Not her, not her, not her, not her, not her, not her, not her, not her, not her.

I moved closer. Unfamiliar, empty eye sockets stared from that oh so familiar face.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

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