Alright. It has been a couple of weeks since the last incident, and we are currently about to start another.

We got Mom, the locations, the hearse, dry ice in buckets, knives, and the target.

It's time to kill a bitch!

Before you ask, yes. It takes preparation to kill someone. Technically speaking, you can just stab them and go along. However, I happen to want to help the world, whether it be by burning the body or throwing it in the forest for composing. However, on some occasions, I will cut out the organs and bring them to the black market. You're saving a good life while ending an asshole, so a win-win in my book!

Let me knock some conspiracies out the window first. Not everyone on the black market is a shitty person. The wait-list is a bitch, and most people die before they get the organ they need for a transplant. The black market is a final hope. People get desperate. I came up with this idea while I was idly scrolling through the web and ended up on a medical website talking about the problem. I thought: Hey! My mom can do the surgery with me, and I can find the clients and organs. So far, we have saved 24 people. That doesn't seem like a large number, but every life counts.

Not surprisingly, this is the only illegal thing Mom supports. Kind of. She supports the saving people part. She happens to be against the killing part for some reason. I mean, they are going to die anyway! I'm only quickening the process!

You want the action, huh? Don't lie to me. You want to see the blood. Why else would you be watching a sociopath?

Currently, we are targeting the chief of a police station because I know that he's the one giving information out to the villains. The problem is that as Izuku, I can't do jack shit underground. It has to be something minor. However, as Virus, I can do whatever the fuck I want. Therefore, I am killing him and donating his organs.

I have two different types of kills. Yes, this is a thing. I have normal and special kills.

Normal kills are when I am killing someone I barely know. Usually, I refrain from killing and knock them out with a shock. However, if the risk is too high to keep them alive, I will deliver them to Satan myself. This is rare despite how I am talking about it, but it happens. I say that about one in every 100 incidents, I kill someone. Believe it or not, I have the lowest killing rate in the squad with Toga having one out of every 25 kills, and Dabi one out of ten. Himiko is more impulsive on the killing while Dabi burns the bodies like toast. Normal kills apply to your regular thugs you find on the route. Normal kills are more spontaneous in a sense.

Special kills are guaranteed kills because I know the person. They are planned. They are rare, but they happen. These are typical of higher-level villains and some people in power like fucked-up politicians. Granted, that's not what I usually go after, but if I know they are dangerous, I will take them out. As these are special kills, their organs are planned for the bodies. With organs that can be used, I always kill these people in a specific way: a slice through the throat. It kills them and leaves the organs intact.

With that explained, I am currently waiting for the guy to come through the alleyway so I can kill him. Himiko and Mom are waiting in the hearse. Once I kill him, the two will come out, get the organs, and take them to the patient. We will leave the body to the police. Now, in normal kills, we get rid of the entities. In unusual cases, we will drop the body so the police (and me) can do more research or send a message to the public. It depends on the situation.

My job is to make sure we don't get caught. If people start chasing us down, I'm the sacrifice because I am the fastest and can get out of jail if I do get stuck in. It might take a little while, but it will happen eventually.

I perk up the moment I hear footsteps. I can feel the grin creeping under my mask as I believe my target has just arrived I peek over the edge, and I am correct. Standing up, I jump down and land a few feet in front of the man. This guy has the nerve to attempt his damn chief of police attitude.

"What are you doing here, Virus?" He asks in a professional tone. I take a quick lookover of the man before me. I never learned his name because I never work with him. Still, he is your typical tall, scary(for anyone else) businessman. He wears a black suit, a white button-up, and a black tie. His black is smoothed back to reveal his ugly-ass face with a beard. The only thing I really did research on about this man was his quirk. It's not useful for combat, but it's beneficial for detective work.

The man's quirk is Tracker: how it works is he goes to the scene of the crime, and he can see anybody who has gone through the area. He can see what they did by being able to go back an hour. He can't hear what is said, nor can he move from his position. Otherwise, his quirk cancels itself when he walks. Oh, it doesn't work with other moving objects.

I don't think I have anything to worry about here. The boy has a gun, but he won't have a chance to shoot.

"You know, here to make a killing on a thot carrying information." I snark, letting my gloves spark for drama.

That makes the man get into a fighting position, " W-what proof do you have?" I burst out laughing as I lean over.

"WHY DO I NEED PROOF?! MORALS DON'T EXIST IN THIS WORLD!" I exclaim.

"V-virus, y-y-you have m-morals."

"OH, DON'T THROW THAT SHIT AT ME!

If that was the case, I wouldn't be here, huh?" I grin psychotically under my mask.

I'm not wasting any more time on this pathetic loser. Tracker dude doesn't get a chance to blink when I lunge at him and stab my right claw through his throat. I pull back and watch his body slump to the ground with blood pouring out. I'm sad that I will have to clean my claw because of blood, but I got the job done! Part one of Mission: Kill that Bitch is complete!

Part two has started!

I turn on my radio and sing, "Mom, Himiko, you can come out now!" In less than a minute, I see mom in an all-black costume similar to Himiko and me carrying a couple of cases for organs.

"Aw, Vi-kun, you decorated him so well! It's a disappointment that I have to become him. He looks like trash." Himiko hops around the body, excited over the blood. However, she is quick to calm down as she grabs her blood-sucking device, stabs it in the man's leg, and starts taking the blood for her quirk. Mom, on the other hand, pulls out a scalpel and starts opening up the body. I stand around for look-out.

For once, life is easy because we got the organs, blood, and nobody came! Yee-haw! Now, it's time for the hard part which is transporting. We all go to the hearse. Mom and Himiko get in the hearse while I crawl on top and lay down.

"Be careful, sweetie!" Mom yells through the window.

"Will do!" I probably am lying, but oh well! With that, we zoomy down the road to Underground Walmart.

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The police are fucking trash because we got there, no problem. I'll have to let them know to guard this area more. It shouldn't be that easy. I want a challenge, after all.

Anyway, the moment we arrive, members in the base grab the iceboxes and take them to the hospital ward. I hop down from the roof as I see Mom and the other members run to go do surgery. I hope everything goes well. I don't usually get involved unless someone is missing as I do too many things. I get out of my vigilante costume, clean the blood, and head to my office to find a message on the damn answering machine. It was empty when I left at eight PM. I was gone for like an hour at most! With a sigh, I turn it on.

Eraserhead's dull voice fills the room, "You were right. I was asked to look after Eri. I get off at four in the morning, and I would like to talk to you about it then. See you then." The machine starts doing the usual talking shit.

I'm not worried about that. I'm fucking salty that Eraserhead wants me then. Like, I have a life! You could have asked first! Sure, I had nothing planned then but the integrity of this man! The worst part is that this has happened multiple times before!

Bitch-ass-mother-fucker. I'll complain when I see him. However, there might be a chance I have to deal with him a lot more, so I need to be polite. I grab my black nerd glasses, put them on, grab the keys to my motorcycle, and head out.

Oh, I should mention that I did build those glasses. I look adorable in them!

Sorry for springing that on you, but I had no idea where else to tell you! Now onto the next scene!

"HEY, YOU DAMN FUCKWAD! I HAVE A DAMN LIFE! YOU DON'T GET TO ACT HIGH AND MIGHTY JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE A PRO HERO, ASSHAT!" I scream the moment I walk into the station. Eraserhead groans when he hears my loudmouth.

"Can you be any louder?" He asks, unaware of his consequences.

I clear my voice before going at the top of my lungs, "HELL, YEAH - HEY, LET ME GO!" He wrapped me up in his stupid scarf!

"I'm sorry about him. He has no self-control."

"Um, offended because I do. I choose not to use it because I am salty with you."

"You are always angry about something."

"False! Stop shoving words in my mouth, hobo!"

"I'll buy you food at the cafe we are going to if you calm down." That snaps me out of my rage real quick.

"Food!" Eraserhead sighs as he leads me to the nearest cafe. Thankfully, it's only a block away. The next thing I know, we are in a booth with muffins and chocolate milk. I swing back-and-forth in my seat, way too happy over the food.

"You're going to make me broke with how much you eat."

"You're already broke. Look at what you wear. I'll pay. I own the best Walmart in the world, after all."

"I can't believe I'm asking this with how you are acting."

"Hmm?" I tilt my head in confusion.

"I need help with Eri. You know what you are doing when it comes to her, and you and your mom have flexible schedules. I'm willing to accept your offer, Izuku." I look at Eraserhead in shock. I didn't think he would agree to that. I knew he would agree with Eri, but not that. I'm glad I keep the emergency house clean now. I switch personalities quickly, going from idiotic to formal like a bipolar person.

"You sure, Eraserhead?"

"It's logical. I know you are going to take Eri anyway for how protective you have become of her. Someone needs to be the logical person in the house while protecting you three. Eri could still be chased after, as you should know very well. Having two highly wanted people in the same house is dangerous." What that means is that I have been chased after before. Being the top detective in Japan, even though I am anonymous, does that to you.

I nod, "Alright. When are we starting this?"

"Today."

"...WHAT?! YOU DON'T GIVE ME A PREWARNING OR NOTHING?!"

"Calm down, they didn't give me one either. The Commission just told me a few hours ago. Do you have everything set up for us?"

"The basics, yes. We can add on later. How much time until we can pick Eri up?"

"We can pick her up at eight AM, so we have a couple of hours to finish preparations."

"I wish they didn't spring this on us. Then I can have more time to make her room a sensory room. Damn," I finish my last muffin and gulp down my chocolate milk before standing up," We are going to your place first to pick up what you need. We will get everything else later. Meanwhile, let me call Mom and explain the situation. " I get a nod as he stands up and leads us out to his place.

I dial Mom, hearing her voice within the first ring, "Honey! How are you? Did something happen? Is something wrong?" She is a worry-wart as always.

I reassure her quickly, "No, but we have a situation. Are you available?" AKA, are you done sticking organs into other people?

"Yes, why? Did you get arrested?!" Eraserhead chuckles at that. He probably expects me to go to jail, not Virus.

"No. Remember the offer I gave to Eraserhead?"

. . .

"I'm getting a daughter and son?!" Karma gets him because Shouta chokes on that. Take that, bitch.

"Yes. I need you to bring the basic necessities to our actual house. We will bring everything later because they are coming today."

"And I don't get a warning?!"

"You think I did? I can tell you that I didn't. You have a couple of hours. Let's go!" I hang up on her before she can respond.

"Really, kid?" Eraserhead sighs.

"Really, Eraserhead?" Sass back right at you.

"Aizawa." Is it finally happening after two years or whatever?

"Huh?"

"Call me Aizawa. Only logical since we are going to live together now," My eyes sparkle, " Izuku, calm down-"

"Aizawa Aizawa Aizawa!"

"Whatever."

---

"I think we are in the wrong place."

"I know where my place is, Izuku." I look at Er-Aizawa. That's going to take a while to get used to. I look at Aizawa with much disappointment.

"I thought we were in a dump. It's so basic, yet so trashy. This is why you look like shit all the time! It all makes sense! Now I'm curious!" I put on a medical mask before entering the dark apartment and head straight to the kitchen. I start going through his cabinets.

Aizawa shakes his head, " I don't need to be judged on how I live from a kid." Presumably, he goes to his room to pack while I stalk his place. For god sakes, there is mold! He's probably the one who created the coronavirus! I know that is a horrible joke, but that is how terrible his place is! Anyway, I find only fruit pouches and ramen noodles.

That is it...he needs some help. We shall feed him and take care of him like Eri, except he is an older emo uglier version of her.

Rephrase, Aizawa can look good. He just doesn't bother to.

Aizawa clears his throat, "Can you stop going through my stuff? I got everything."

"What stuff? At the disappointing attempts at food? Mom and I are going to stuff you to the point you will look healthy. You look like a vampire."

"Let's go." Salty bitch.

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I take a deep breath, focusing on calming down. I can't be my overexcitable self around Eri at this time. With Aizawa behind me, I enter the familiar room that I have been visiting for the last two weeks.

"Hey, Eri-chan. It's Eraserhead and Izuku. Can we come near?" I ask, not moving from the doorway without her permission. The moment Eri sees us, the light in her eyes appears as she nods quickly. I provide a pleasant smile as I approach. I don't be careful anymore like I was before. I can walk right up to her, but I still ask permission silently for a hug. When I receive a nod, I sit down beside her and pull her into a hug. She's the only person besides my mom that I will let hug me like that.

Aizawa clears his throat, " Eri, you will be going home today." Eri peeks from my shirt nervously. She still sports that black jacket I gave to her as Virus. I'm glad she found comfort in it, but I will probably need to wash it soon for how much she is wearing it.

"Home?" Eri asks. I'm quick to reassure her.

"Well, we hope to make it a new home for you. You're coming with Aizawa, " I point at Eraserhead, so she knows, " and I and staying with us so we can love and protect and spoil you along with my mom, who you will be meeting at the house. I know things are going to get scary, but I need you to be brave. We will be there for you. Understand?"

Eri takes a moment, " Yes, Izu." I grin at the nickname.

"Alright! I'm going to pack everything for you, get you out of that excuse of a dress, and take you home." I let go of her and get straight to work. I zoom to get her fairy lights down and pack her blankets. I want her out as quickly as possible. Aizawa goes to sign her out, which doesn't take too long.

Finally, ten minutes after eight, we walk out with the beautiful Eri in our arms. Well, mine.

I look at her with a bright smile.

"It's time to go to your forever home, Eri."