WHAT'S GOOD!!!
I know, I'm furlounging the
upcoming fight between Shoto
and Deku but I wanted to introduce
you all to a sort of two new character, if
you all like him a lot.

it makes Shimesu's past very interesting
and I thought of way to make this entire
book interesting. I don't just want to follow
along with the show/manga and not make
Tomomi's story interesting.

I want to explore what else I can do
to shape my character into the hero
she is going to be.

But anyways, hope you will enjoy
and happy reading!

Don't be a ghost reader!

Walking down the darkest part of an alley, Dabi looked around himself. Examining the graffiti stained walls and the dirty trash cans. The sun was still out and still very much hot but it seemed like the sunrays couldn't touch the darkness of that alleyway. No matter, Dabi just walked through slowly. As if he was expecting something.

It was only him and his echoing foot steps. Though, he couldn't help but feel another presence around him. His suspicions were confirmed when a deep and gravelly voice spoke from thin air.

"You came a long way from the upper echelons just to stop by." The voice said, seemingly coming from right next to his ear.

Dabi spun around, seeing that no one was behind him. He looked up at the fire escapes and saw a figure sitting against one of the railings, his kneels huddles to his chest as his arms were folded on top of his knees.

He was wearing black jeans, black and white converses, and a black leather jacket with a black hooded sweat shirt under neath. He had a permanent skull for a face tattoo over his entire face with his neck resembling the top of a spine. His hands were tattooed like a skeleton, as well. His hair, though hidden under his hood, was longish and black, shiny and wavy. His eyes were like the color of hell fire and it glowed brightly under the darkness of the alleyway.

He looked at Dabi as he fiddled with his black painted nails. "Any particular reason you decided to take a walk on the dead side?"

"Kurayami Ishida, it's been awhile." Dabi smirked, putting his hands in his pockets. "What have you been up to.....Grim Reaper?"

Kurayami grimaced visibly at that name. It was never a welcomed thing to hear for him. He had long ago gave up that name and lifestyle but it seemed like it will forever haunt him.

Kurayami Ishida, aka Grim Reaper, was born in the Ishida Crime Family. They, for the longest, were one of the most mysterious family anyone has ever had the misfortune to meet. The family consisted of Hiashi Ishida, the head of the family, Mikoto Ishida, the matriarch, and their four sons. Ankoku, Inei, Kurayami and, finally, Shimesu.

The eldest of the boys, Ankoku, died a long time ago due to a botched negotiation exchange. Inei, the second oldest, was currently serving his three life sentences without parole in prison. The reason is very embarassing to Kurayami and it still makes him sick to his stomach. Or, if he could get sick, that definitely will contribute.

And then there was Shimesu, the youngest and the novice. He idolized Inei like he was god and was angered when he was arrested and put in prison. Kurayami remembers him being a spoiled brat who acted like a child most of the time and was very sloppy when it came to kills. Also he had an unhealthy obsession over younger girls. But only they were way too young for him.

After the death of their parents, Kurayami left the family, went by his first name and left behind the title Grim Reaper. A name given to him by his idiot dad. Because of his quirk, he walked around with a skull tattoo over his face and a skeleton structure over his entire body. He had the ability to tell see when someone was going to die and how, he could manipulate shadows, illusions and warp minds and dreams. Like a grim reaper, he can take souls and give it back, if he wanted to.

But like many others, he had a lot of drawbacks. He can only do a certain measure of necromancy, he can't bring people back to life once they are completely dead, he can't consume certain human foods and he can weaken himself if he uses his mind warping technique too much.

"You know I don't go by that anymore." He drawled out slowly, looking at his fiddling fingers. "Besides, you still didn't answer my question."

"You mind letting me in?" Dabi asked, gesturing to the ladder.

Kurayami stared at him for a few seconds before kicking the ladder, making it fall right in front of Dabi. "Make it quick, I don't have all day."

"So what is it that you want?" Kurayami asked again, pouring two small glasses of rum for him and for Dabi. "You done with the kid play and finally killed your old man?"

He lived in a completely abandoned penthouse building. No one in the city wanted to even go near it because they were scared that it was haunted. In reality, Kurayami put an illusion over the building to make it seem like it was very much haunted. So that no one would go near it. The inside of it was very well furnished by him. Everything was in dark colors, he had a mini bar in his living room, and a nice set up in the kitchen. It was like a gothic penthouse.

Dabi leaned next to him on the back as he took one of the glasses from him. "Not yet, but it's about the League."

"I told you, I ain't no villain." He quickly denied, downing his rum quickly and pouring himself more. "I'm not into team playing or any of that useless crap."

"Nah, man, I'm talking about that pissy brother of yours," Dabi said, after drinking his rum. "Shimesu."

Kurayami scoffed, taking off both his leather jacket and hoodie, revealing a black shirt and his longish black hair. He refilled Dabi's cup and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back.

"How's that pussy doing?" He asked, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He offered Dabi one but he declined, settling for the drink.

"Getting his ass beat by underaged kids." Dabi chuckled darkly, drinking from hus cup.

Kurayami smirked a little, crossing his muscular arms. He was very fit but he wasn't buff. He had a noticeble six pack and muscles but he was still on the slim side. He bit his lip a little, thinking about his little brother. That crybaby.

"As expected." He mumbled, his voice getting deeper. "What? Is he after your little sister or something?"

Dabi paused when he said that, looking at him as his hand that held the glass froze in mid-air. He often forgets how easy Kurayami can read people. He was the only person Dabi told about Tomomi and his family. Kurayami just had a trusting aura but he also knew how Dabi felt when it came to his family. The only difference is Kurayami hated all of his siblings.

Kurayami looked at Dabi with a raised eyebrow. "Come on, Dabi. As much as you are keen on your suicide mission, anyone can tell that you still care for your sister."

He wasn't wrong about that. But Dabi felt bothered by his words. Maybe it was because he didn't want to acknowledge it because it would get in the way of his plan but he felt unsettled by those words. Like something was stabbing him, wanting him to do something.

"So, what has my little brother done to have you come all of this way to talk to me about him?" Kurayami asked, changing the subject.

"I just need you to keep an eye on him." Dabi said, setting the now empty glass on the bar. "I know he has this weird thing for her and I can't kill him because then that stupid ashtray will be on my ass."

"You want me to play P.I. and follow my own brother around, just to make sure he doesn't do anything to your sister?" Kurayami repeated, looking at him like he was stupid. "Yeah, I'd rather fucking drown in acid."

"I'm not asking you to kill him or talk to him." Dabi pressed on as he watched Kurayami walk around to the back of the bar. "I'm just asking you to look out for him. I know you got connections, man."

Kurayami, after picking up a glass skull shaped bottle filled with a bottom layer of red liquor and the top being coated in dry ice smoke, looked at Dabi as he popped open the glass bottle. The smoke spilled over the nozzle as he poured the contents inside of two shot glasses. Also shaped like skulls. "What you're asking me to do is have people watch that bed wetter? I don't know if I can do that."

"I know you know the Skull Gang." Dabi said, looking at him intently. "And I know they are sworn to you still."

Kurayami paused his pouring, hearing a pair of words he hadn't heard in a long time. The Skull Gang are a small gang of some of the most dangerous villains in Japan. His family built a partnership with them years ago. After his parents dies, the gang pledged their alligance to Kurayami, who was the only family member that kept in contact with them. But it's been so long since he had contacted them. Now, they are scattered all around the city so it was hard to find even one member. But Kurayami knew where to look.

Sighing, he sat the bottle down and placed the shot glasses on the surface of his mini bar. "You just had to bring the devil back to my door, huh?" He asked, chuckling humorlessly. ".....Fine, I'll see what I can do."

Dabi smirked, picking up a shot glass. While examining it, he couldn't help but scoff again. "You know, if the situation was different, I'd say we'd make a pretty good team."

Kurayami smirked a little, holding up his shot glass. "And I'd say you're out of your fucking, daddy issues ridden mind."

The two clinked shot glasses together and downed the red contents quickly. To a normal person, this would burn very badly but since they weren't exactly built normal, Dabi and Kurayami could take the heat of the drink.

"Here's to having a fucked up family?" Dabi said, holding his fist up towards him.

"Here's to having a fucked up, hell ridden family." Kurayami said, bumping his fist with his.

If you guys want a official profile
that explains Kurayami, let me know,
I'll be happy to do it.

so, how are you liking Kurayami?
He was an oc that I had for about
2 years and I wanted him in a MHA
book. So I think this is a perfect way
to introduce him.

don't forget to comment and vote.
Love you all and stay safe!