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Hunter Amongst Villains Draft - Prototype NSFW Scene
🕑 Added 2020-11-18 01:55:36 +0000 UTCYes. it is as the description said. I wrote it because I am naughty as hell back then. It probably doesn't make a lot of sense at that time but meh. Here you go. I did have a plan to make it more sensible and logical, however. Not sure about the sex scene honestly but meh. Enjoy.
The following day was a saturday, no class, no nothing. Within a certain hospital, there was a room where the heroes of yesterday reside, lying on the bed waiting for their wounds to heal before returning to active duty. Entering the hospital, Garou hummed to himself as he brought a gift basket for Mirio and Hado. Along the way, he saw Sir Nighteye in the waiting room, sitting anxiously with his elbow on his thighs and his fingers clasped before his face.
“Oh? Glasses?” Garou called out to the man sitting there.
Upon hearing the familiar voice of Garou, Nighteye rose his head. He did however, cock one eyebrow at Garou’s new apparent nickname for him.
“Ah. Fenrir. It’s a pleasure to see you. Have you come to visit?”
“A little.” Garou said as he sat next to the bespectacled skeleton.
“How are they?” Garou asked as Nighteye caught the basket full of… fruit like apples and bananas, and chocolate.
Straightening himself, Nighteye seemed to sigh as he looked over at Garou.
“Mirio suffered approximately five broken ribs. One of which had pierced a lung.”
Nighteye was honestly astounded that he had gone so far. Even near the end, he still was attempting to fight.
“Hoh. He fared better than I expected.”
“Miss Nejire on the other hand, suffered rather heavy bruising across her arms, legs and torso. Nothing was broken, but it came close.”
If Garou hadn’t shown up, Nighteye was sure that the injuries the young woman would have suffered would have been far greater. They might have even cost her life.
“Hm. I see.” Garou nodded to himself in thought.
Swiftly standing up, he approached Garou. Holding out one hand in a gesture, Nighteye locked eyes with Garou.
“Thank you for saving us. Thank you for saving Mirio.”
“...don't mention it.” Garou remained unfazed by the man thanking him.
“I’m more concerned why in the world a monster appeared.” Garou changed subject as he remembered the six armed being. It did not bear the aura of a Noumu. It bore the aura of the monsters he was familiar with.
Lowering his hand, he raised his other. Pushing his glasses further up his face, Nighteye recalled all of the theories and leads that they had. If there was anyone who could sniff out the creator of that beast, it was the one in front of him.
“Well, with your recent… culling of villains, the League of Villains has been brutally struck. They most likely have lost a large amount of their resources and capital. That would make them more desperate to find a way to put them back on the top, so to speak. Thus, they most likely created that monster in a last ditch attempt to create a weapon that can beat us. And if you hadn’t arrived, it might’ve succeeded.”
“You don't get it.” Garou said.
“I meant a monster from my home has appeared.” Garou elaborated.
Furrowing his eyebrows at Garou, Nighteye shifted from one foot to the other.
“Can you elaborate?”
“Do you remember the story about my home?” Garou asked the man as he turned his head to Nighteye, locking eyes with his.
The bespectacled Hero nodded, once in agreement as he gestured for Garou to continue. He was fully aware that not only was Garou from another world entirely, but that life there was difficult and full of threats.
“The trash somehow found a way to turn people into monsters. The same monsters that constantly appeared in my home.”
Cupping his chin in thought, Nighteye considered Garou’s words. Based on what he said, regular people could turn into creatures similar to the six-armed monster. Sir Nighteye remained silent as he continued to consider the possibilities. Was Garou not the only aspect of his world to make it through? Perhaps this undescribed method of ‘monsterization’ had made the jump to their world also.
“And do you know what the method is for this ‘monsterization’?”
“No idea.” Garou said.
“Usually, they just appear randomly. Most of the monsters were formerly humans that abandoned their humanity.” Garou replied.
“And could that explain the six-armed monster? Is it possible that it was formerly human?”
Garou not knowing the method of this transformation was troublesome. It made it harder to potentially track the one who created the beast to begin with. But thinking about it, one question was raised in Nighteye’s mind.
“It should not be possible here though. I mean, there is no way anyone here can turn into the monsters I know naturally.” He said.
A moment of silence passed as Nighteye considered the question he held. Turning to Garou, he finally asked.
“You said that the monster that appeared abandoned their humanity. Have… you done the same?” Nighteye ask. This was one thing that he must know, the secret behind Garou’s power.
“...no.” Garou answered tersely.
Nighteye could feel the level of tension in the air go up. He was well aware that asking such a question was extremely personal. Nodding once in acknowledgement, Nighteye swiftly moved the topic of conversation forward in an attempt to stifle the growing tension in the air.
“I noticed that you made the news.”
He merely was stating the obvious, but he knew that the confrontation with that crowd of journalists was a first for him.
“...guh.” Garou’s face then contorted into one of suffering.
“Will the landlord mind if I destroy a few tv stations?” Garou asked, his tone almost as if begging.
“It doesn’t matter now. The footage has already been broadcast. It’s too late.”
Nighteye shook his head in the negative. Garou wanting to destroy the TV stations for such a small slight didn’t really come as a surprise.
“I will still destroy them.” Garou pursued the destruction of mass media.
Pulling his phone out his pocket, he scrolled through something for a while, before stopping. He held the screen up to Garou. It appeared at first glance like some kind of list. However, once Garou took a closer look, he noticed it seemed to be the popularity ranking of Heroes. And there he was. Sat firmly at number 38.
“The popularity of the Hero Fenrir has seemingly shot up overnight. Several news stations have run stories on him. His mysterious background, strength and his ‘treatment’ of the two female Heroes he assisted greatly helped his ranking.”
Garou stared at the smartphone, his eyes reflecting his hero name in the popularity poll. Garou took a deep breathe, almost as if calming himself before speaking.
“I regret wearing the hero costume. I must end the world right now before it is too late.” Garou said dangerous things that he might actually do.
Placing his phone back into his pocket, Nighteye’s usually stern face bore the slightest hints of a smile. He knew Garou would be extremely resistant when it came to the Hero Ranking. Nighteye shrugged slightly.
“I believe that you only have yourself to blame. With your speed, you could have easily got out of there. Carrying Ryukyu as well.”
“Shut up. You asked for help and I obliged.” Garou seethed at the former sidekick.
“Still, I have heard news of several tabloids posting… unsavory rumours about the Dragon Hero and this new mysterious Hero.”
Nighteye merely brushed off one side of his suit as he nonchalantly informed Garou of his new status in the media light.
“How unsavoury?” Garou asked in a dangerously low tone, his hands twitching trying to resist forming a claw.
“Rumour of a potential Hero affair. Perhaps hidden children… These tabloids will sink to any depths for a story.”
Nighteye shook his head in disapprovement. The tabloids were even worse than the journalists that chased the police and the Heroes.
“I want their names. They will be destroyed by nightfall.” Garou demanded. Nighteye inwardly sighed at Garou’s penchant for violence.
“I’m not sure that’s a wise decision.”
Nighteye attempted to dissuade Garou from such… destructive methods.
“They should not exist. How do you deal with such… vermin?” Garou pursed his lips and grimaced. He was starting to regret not disappearing and blowing his cover.
“You simply ignore them. If you show up to their house to attempt to threaten them, that would only confirm their story in their eyes. If they made you get so defensive, they win.”
“...” In the next second, Garou buried his face in his hands. He missed the days when all he had to do was hunt heroes. After a while, he slid his hands down his face, revealing a mien of desperation.
“...I want to destroy their houses at least…” Garou muttered as he refuse to let them get away with this.
Nighteye cocked one eyebrow as he shifted his position once again. Garou seemed to be quite desperate to be rid of such rumour.
“Have you potentially considered a restraining order?”
For a Pro Hero, Nighteye thought it was such a simple solution. Garou however, was not a Pro Hero.
“..........” Garou did not move. His eyes remained staring into the horizon. Restraining order?
“...a what?” he asked.
“You can file for a legal document that would force the journalists to keep a distance from you.”
Cupping his chin in thought Nighteye continued to think of non-violent methods to end Garou’s ‘issues’.
“You could even send a cease-and desist letter. Not everything needs to be solved with violence.”
“....................................................”
Garou now wanted to jump from a building. And let himself die as he fall to the ground. The blank face drained of life illustrated his inner turmoil.
“...let's just go meet my classmates.” Garou changed the subject as he stood up, now no longer wanting to continue.
Gesturing towards the nearby door, Nighteye looked at the despondent Garou.
“Lead the way.”
“...so, how are you?” Garou asked as he set the basket of fruit and sweets on the small table next to Mirio.
Mirio was in bed in the typical hospital gown. However, if you looked a little harder, you could clearly see the large amount of bandages wrapped around his torso. Both of his knuckles were red raw. They looked like he’d just finished punching a wall. He turned his head to face Garou, but the sudden movement caused him to gasp in pain.
Hado, on the other hand, had bandages covering her arms, legs and torso. Her bruises were worse that Mirio’s, but her overall condition was better. She sent a smile Garou’s way as he let go of the gift basket.
“Better now that you brought that basket!”
Mirio smiled along with her.
“I heard you gave the monster a run for its money before I came. Got to say, that's pretty gutsy for a guy as squishy as a grape, you know?” Garou gave Mirio a wry smile.
Mirio remained still, only capable of moving his head without the pain flaring up again. He cast a gaze over the the form of Garou sat near him, grinning.
“Well, I couldn’t just let it rampage freely.”
“You're still weak as a twig.” Garou jabbed as he grabbed an apple from the basket.
“Apple?” He offered.
Mirio could only stare at Garou with a deadpan stare. He ran his own eyes across his bedridden body.
“I would, but I’m kind of injured at the moment.”
“Ok.” Garou then bit into the apple that he offered, eating it before the injured Mirio. Sir Nighteye watched the scene from behind Garou, his stoic face hiding an urge to smile as Garou continued eating the apple in front of Mirio.
“So what made you want to visit? And to bring a gift basket as well?”
Hado’s energetic voice filled the room. If you were to guess, you’d never have assumed that she almost had been crushed. She seemed more chipper than normal however.
“A whim. And our classmates won't stop hounding me to visit.” His classmates never stopped hounding him on the phone to visit them. They visited them hours before Garou, thus the hounding began.
“I would have never thought that you’d let them make you do anything. “
Mirio remarked, a slight smile on his face as he’d heard of Garou’s torment.
“They threatened to spread unwanted rumors if I don't. About me and her.” Garou said pointing at Hado.
Mirio’s smile only grew as he pointed squarely at the television that was attached under the ceiling, currently playing the news.
“Looks like those aren’t the only rumours.”
Nighteye watched Garou as his eyes turned to the TV. An all too familiar scene was playing out on the TV. The scene of Garou carrying Hado and then Ryukyu. Garou turned to see the scene play on the screen.
Hado watched as the familiar news report repeated, a slight blush on her face.
“Well, you’re famous now.”
“Is there a way to kill famous?” Garou asked.
“I believe we’ve already discussed this.”
Nighteye chimed in from his seat, moving his eyes from Mirio, to Garou and then to Hado. The whole atmosphere just felt so casual.
“Shut up. A guy can dream.” Garou retorted.
Mirio turned to Garou, an amused look on his face.
“Still, based off those news reports, you’re going to need to answer a lot of questions from a lot of different people.”
Nighteye almost chuckled as he thought of it.
“I’d imagine he would.”
“They'll never find me.” Garou declared.
Suddenly, Hado perked up, as if she remembered something. Pushing herself up out of the bed slightly, she hissed in pain.
“Did you check on Ryukyu? Is she ok?”
“.......well…”
Ten minutes earlier…
Garou hummed to himself as he headed towards the room. He saw Ryukyu when he passed a random room, in white clothes and in bed, staring at…
‘No…’ Mirko was there. She was standing over the bedridden Ryukyu, her hands on her hips as she glared down. He quickly sped up his pace down the halls as he tried to escape the rabbit as far as he could.
Now…
“She's doing fine.” Garou said. He refused to catch that rabbit’s attention.
Sinking back down into the bed, Hado let out a sigh of relief. Her mentor had been quite badly thrashed by the monster.
“Thank you.”
She looked at Garou a moment further, almost analysing him.
“You know, you’re actually a really nice person.”
“...” Garou avoided eye contact. He did not answer her, remaining silent along the way.
“You are quite correct Miss Nejire. Fenrir here can be quite heroic when he wants to.”
Nighteye repositioned himself in his seat as he turned to look directly at the ‘heroic’ Garou.
Veins bulged and irritation swelled in his veins. Garou slowly turned his head to Nighteye, his eyes glaring at him almost as if threatening to put him alongside the two in bed as a patient.
“So, that monster… how dangerous would you say it was?”
Mirio was interested to see Fenrir’s opinion of the monster he had defeated literally single-handedly. Ignoring the fact that Garou could do that to everyone of course….
“...there are classification levels for the dangers of monsters in my home. It ranged depending on the amount of destruction it can bring. It ranged from the weakest, where any hero can down it, to those that are a threat a humanity. And the monster you faced is around demon or dragon” Garou said as he turned shifted his attention to Mirio.
“I’d guess that you would be on the higher end of that scale?” Garou’s strength was certainly nothing to sneeze at. Especially if you knew him.
“I was aiming for Disaster Level God. I wanted to become something that humanity cannot ignore or else they'll suffer.” Garou then picked another apple from the basket, and started eating it with nonchalance. Mirio and Hado watched at the surreal scene of Garou eating what was supposed to be gifts to them.
Nighteye stood up out of his chair and walked over to Mirio’s bed. He stood over it as he addressed Garou. The news reports regarding Fenrir were a certain source of amusement for Nighteye.
“No one is ignoring you now. It seems to be the other way around.”
“Shut up. I was aiming to be a threat to humanity as a whole. Someone that can bring them to extinction should I wish.”
“But then you got sent here. I’m not sure if that’s a blessing or a curse really.”
Mirio attempted a shrug, but gave up halfway due to the hot, throbbing pain at his side.
“Either way, I am here. Handing you a gift basket. Which I am now eating from.” Garou said as he finished eating the second apple. He reached out for a third, leaving just four left in the basket as he ate the third.
The noise of laughter came from Hado as she covered her mouth in an attempt to stop herself.
“Is this the first gift basket you’ve given to someone? You’re not supposed to eat them yourself!”
“You're not eating them though.” Garou pointed out smugly as he took another crisp bite.
The room lapsed into silence, the only noise being the crunching of Garou eating his apples. Mirio quickly moved to continue the conversation.
“So… what do we do now?”
“No idea. I also came here to make fun of you.” Garou confessed.
Mirio merely shook his head, as an idea entered his head. His grin grew.
“You know, we could make fun of you too?”
“I am here to make fun of how you and a small army of heroes lost to a simple demon/dragon level threat.” Garou smiled as he pointed out before taking another bite.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t make light of out efforts. It’s just your world is too much for ours to handle.”
Nighteye’s usual stern face was unreadable. Any hint of a possible smile had vanished as he gazed down at the injured form of his intern.
“Hah. Wimps.” Garou laughed as he finished the third apple, stripping it of its fruit.
“So. Tell me, what do you think of facing a man-eating monster face to face?” Garou asked Mirio and Hado, now taking a candy bar from the gift basket and peeled the wrapping paper away.
“Not something I want to experience again. The gulf in strength… it was just too much.”
The difference between Garou’s world and their world was plain as day. The level of strength they needed to defend against such threats was beyond any of them.
“I agree. Even my most powerful blasts did nothing to it.”
Hado looked down, becoming slightly downcast. The room became more grim as the two interns were reminded of their decisive defeat and failure in the face of their enemy.
“There are worse things back home though.” Garou said as he casually ate the chocolate wafer bar next.
Upon the mention of ‘worse things’, all three were swiftly reminded. There was something even worse than that six-armed monster out there. Nighteye’s teeth clenched as he was taken back to his vision.
“If you guys trained like I did, you would've stood a chance against it in given time.” Garou casually remarked as he crunched more of his snack.
Hado waved one hand around enthusiastically. She pushed herself up once again, creaking the metal hospital bed underneath her.
“I’d love to be trained!”
Her arm dropped back down as she took on a more considerate expression.
“But I think I’ll wait until I graduate. Once I’m a real Pro Hero. If it doesn’t bother you, that is…”
“You should think about this. You know, consider your future and whatnot? The earlier the better.” Garou joked as he finished the bar in one more bite.
Hado smiled widely at her words to Garou being thrown back at her. The idea of being trained by Garou… was an exciting one. She was quite interested to see what she could possibly learn. A part of her wanted to begin training with Garou immediately. However, the rest of her agreed that she should at least wait until she was a officially licensed Hero. Plus, she didn’t want to inconvenience her saviour too much.
“You guys can reach my level if you put your mind to it. Quirks won't bring you to my level. Only through sheer effort and will can you rise.” Garou continued.
“...you can't possibly be offering us training?” Mirio asked incredulously.
“You got guts and a fighting spirit. You already qualify to be honest.” Garou shrugged as he reached out for another chocolate bar, craving sweets to sate his sweet tooth.
Mirio struggled as he raised both his palms into the air. He raised his eyebrows in a gesture of consideration. He was aware that Garou was already training two of the Pussycats. He didn’t want to push too much.
“We don’t want to impose too much. I know you’re training a few people already.”
“I don't mind. I've been considering opening a dojo for some time…” Garou said as he peeled the wrapper of his second bar.
“I've been wondering if I should follow in the Old Fart’s footsteps and bring his arts to this world.”
Nighteye perked up at hearing this. This was the first he’d heard of Garou considering a dojo. Opening it to the public would indeed be have a… unique reaction.
“When were you planning on this?”
“After taking in the Pussycats, I've been considering what All Might told me on that fateful day… to change the world through a proper message. And a legacy that will span eons…” Garou then bit into the bar.
“What better way to spread my ideals than a dojo?” Garou said.
Imagining Garou in a stereotypical karate uniform with a black belt, throwing punches only made Hado laugh. It just wasn’t the kind of thing she could see him doing regularly. How many students would he throw out that didn’t meet his standards?
“Is it that funny?” Garou blandly asked the giggling Hado.
She could only nod in the affirmative at Garou between her laughter and giggles. Mirio began smiling also, and the faintest hint of a smile was on Nighteye’s face.
“I can’t imagine that you’d be too lenient when it comes to your students.”
Nighteye knew that the people Garou would agree to train would have to pass his ‘test’.
“Of course I will. I won't accept the weak-willed. I only accept the best.” Garou scoffed.
“So, I need some practice teaching a wider audience before actually opening my dojo. Thus… do you guys wanna join or not?” Garou asked his… ‘friends’. The word was strange in his mind. Friends… he never thought that he would have friends. He abandoned all hope of a normal life after that Tacchan incident. Now… he wasn't sure what to do with this feeling in his heart, a warm comforting glow that never graced his heart for years.
Waiting for Hado’s laughter to subside, both Mirio and her exchanged glances. They both knew what the other was thinking. Nodding in agreement, Mirio turned to Garou.
“We’d both like that.”
Suddenly, Mirio’s face twisted into one of realisation.
“Wait, if you open this dojo, what happens if someone from our class sees you? They could recognise you.”
It was true. If the dojo was specifically advertised as being run by Garou himself, the odds of someone recognising him would no doubt be rather high.
“Perhaps you could run the dojo under your Hero alias?”
Nighteye interjected, attempting to solve this issue. If Garou’s true identity was revealed. It would cause unnecessary panic and create unneeded questions.
“...for a time, yes. It is only a matter of time before my true identity is revealed.” Garou replied.
“Who knows. When you’re a fully fledged Pro Hero, you might even have students requesting to intern with you.”
Nighteye once again thought of the potential future of Garou and his hero alias. He’d already seen a part of it…
Garou’s face already contorted to that of distress upon hearing the word ‘intern’.
“Hell no.” Garou rejected. The idea of fanboys begging him to take them under his wing was an idea he would throw away already.
“Speaking of internship, are you really interning under Sir Nighteye?”
Hado directed her question at Garou. It appeared that the two seemed quite familiar with each other, judging by their respective behaviours. She knew that Garou would at least check out a few places, but she didn’t know that he had settled on one yet.
“Is it legal to intern in more than one place though?” Garou asked.
Nighteye straightened himself. He was well aware that Garou had planned to intern at multiple places. But the only two he knew of was Endeavour’s and his own.
“It is not illegal to intern at multiple places. But it isn’t really done as time schedules may overlap.”
“Screw schedules. I go where I please.” Garou stated.
The three Heroes could only shake their heads. It was to be expected. Combined with his blinding speed, Garou probably could intern at multiple places at the same time.
“So other than Sir Nighteye and Endeavour, who else have you visited?”
Mirio’s interest had been piqued.
“I was planning to visit Best Jeanist to see his face when I come in.” Garou said as his lips quirked into a devilish smile.
Sympathy built up in Nighteye’s heart. He could only send a silent apology to his fellow Pro Hero. Most Heroes would be quite… shocked if Garou just appeared in their office.
“Other than that, there are no other places I can think of. Not sure if they actually have something for me to learn in the first place….” Garou said as he was about to eat another bar… until he sensed a presence outside the room. Turning around, his ears picked up what sounded like high heels clacking the tiles at a rapid pace, as if running towards his room as if that person’s life depended on it.
“...oh no…” Garou knew this presence. He was about to up and flee but before he could…
“There you are! Have you been hiding from me?”
A familiar head popped out from behind the door. Mirio, Hado and Nighteye all watched in surprise as Mirko just suddenly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Their surprise turned to amusement as four pairs of eyes settled squarely on Garou.
“You are mistaken. I am not here.” Garou denied as he stood up and prepared to vanish.
“If you disappear, I will make sure everyone knows of our relationship. And that Fenrir is Garou.” Mirko threatened as Garou froze. She just cut his escape route.
“And also, I've been eavesdropping. You've been secretly interning behind my back. I am hurt. Appalled. You should definitely intern at my place, where we can get to know each other a LOT better.”
Garou did not move. He did not twitch. He just stood there frozen in abject terror within his mind.
The clicking of her heels grew louder as she fully understood what entered the room. Stopping in front of Garou, she rested her hands on her hips, an unamused expression on her face. She raised one finger and pointed squarely at the news report on the TV.
“Also… care to explain that?”
“...stuff happened. The vermin appeared and wrote whatever they pleased.” Garou replied as he turned his eyes to Nighteye, sending a wordless plea for aid.
Nighteye felt conflicted. On one hand, he could assist Garou in his current plight, thereby earning his favour. Or, he could stand there and do nothing. The latter choice being far more entertaining. As he stood there, deliberating on his choice, Mirko only got closer. She seemed to be growing more frustrated as the news report kept playing.
“Oh yeah? Did the news stations make that up?”
She pointed at the news report, repeating its footage once again. Garou carrying Hado, and then Ryukyu was once again center screen.
“I was simply carrying them to the ambulance.” Garou emotionlessly informed. No, he suppressed his heart from panicking from being so close to the woman to give her no more quarter.
Mirko merely crossed her arms, leaning back slightly. A disapproving look was on her face.
“You certainly spent a lot of time not taking them to the ambulance.”
She seemed to be accusing Garou, based on her tone.
“Are you… hah, I don’t care anymore.”
Mirio, Hado, and Nighteye watched as the Rabbit Hero actually cornered Garou. The latter already hanging his head low in dejection, his vitality somehow spent.
She approached Garou once again, stopping mere centimeters away. She prodded his chest once with her ring finger, as if to drive her point home.
“Well don’t let it happen again. Or else I’ll give those journalists some far more… juicy stories.”
“Don’t you dare.” Garou raised his head, almost glaring at Mirko for even using them.
“I’ve got a few conditions to prevent the release of that.”
Garou absolutely knew that she was referring to their ‘training’ that had occurred in the forest.
“You wouldn’t.” Garou narrowed his eyes as the woman smirked with daring confidence
She raised one of her fingers, as if to represent the number of demands.
“Firstly, you must come and intern with me. No denials. No hiding.”
She raised a second finger.
“Secondly, no more running. If I catch you doing this again, I will inflict more damage to you than All Might can ever do.”
Lowering her hands, she stood there, staring directly at the despondent form of Garou. She patiently stood there, awaiting Garou’s response to her demands.
Mirio and Hado seemed to be on the verge of breaking out into laughter, whilst even Sir Nighteye couldn’t help a smile from covering his face. Snipe had been absolutely correct when it came to this particular ‘weakness’ of Garou’s.
“Are you finally done destroying the vestiges of my dignity?” Garou asked as his lips cringed in spiritual agony, his image and greatest secret already laid bare before his new acquaintances.
Mirko merely smirked at Garou.
“For now, yeah. Remember, you can’t refuse these demands.”
The three other Heroes in the room were all a little astounded as to how easily she seemed to be handling someone of such extreme power. Garou almost looked like a normal embarrassed teen. Almost.
His face contorted from embarrassment to now that of mischief.
“Fine… but not without payback.” Garou had nothing left to lose now. His secret exposed, his dignity gone, and his spirit despondent. He will not let the rabbit walk away from this without consequence.
Without warning, Mirko found herself swept from her feet and now… being carried in the arms of the Hero Hunter. In a bridal carry.
“Is this what upsets you? Tell me, how does it feel when I carry you?” Garou asked now emboldened to find her weaknesses in return, his face already so close to hers, as Mirko…
Her face was one of sudden shock. As her current situation sunk in, a huge smile spread across her face as she clenched one fist in triumph.
“Yessss…”
She stared right up at the face of Garou, now so close to her.
“Why would this upset me? I’m loving this.”
“So I will drop you in the ocean the next second if you don’t get down from there.” Garou informed the rabbit.
However, before he could even begin to drop the Rabbit Hero, her face darted even closer. Suddenly, and without warning, her lips locked with his. A moment of silence passed in the room as no one seemed to move. Pulling out of the sudden kiss, Mirko had an extremely satisfied look on her face. Everyone else in the room was absolutely stunned.
“Well it took a bit longer than I’d like to get to this point. But hey, I got it.”
Mirko was the only one speaking, everyone being too dumbstruck to say anything. She licked her lips in satisfaction, having taken the first kiss of the strongest man on Earth,
“.......…” if Garou’s mind was mechanical, multiple errors would prop up within, overwhelming by data that ‘does not compute’ with his identity and library of experiences he accumulated in his young, yet extreme life. With the sweet taste of the Rabbit’s lips lingering on his.
Garou remained completely still. Mirko’s grin grew wider and wider upon seeing Garou’s apparent unresponsiveness.
She raised one hand to feel her forehead in an exaggerated gesture. A look of mock worry was on her face as she kept her eyes on Garou.
“Oh. Oh no. Please help me Doctor Garou. I’m ever so ill. I think I need a lie down. Why don’t you join me? You could give me a checkup as wellll.”
Her tone dripped with sarcasm, yet laced with mocking worry.
Garou did not respond as he slowly processed her words in his mind. His puberty finally hitting home after all those years of harsh training, pain, and suffering to get to where he is now. Embarrassment, slight panic, and a tinge of irritation all swirled in a chaotic mix, leaving the young Hero Hunter literally confused as hell for the first time in his life. He does not know what to do.
The three other people in the room all had different reactions. Hado buried her face in her hands in an attempt to block out this scandalous scene before her. Nighteye had pulled out his phone and seemed to enter something in to his phone. Mirio held a hand over his mouth in an attempt to stop his laughter.
Mirko smirked at Garou’s current bewildered state. She has accomplished what other heroes failed. She had defeated the Hero Hunter, albeit not in a battle of fists, but of wiles.
“What’s the matter? I’m not that good am I?”
Garou could not respond. The concept of love was still undergoing processing in his destabilized mind.
Reaching out, Mirko cupped one side of Garou’s face. A pleased look was on her face.
“Ahhh. You’re just so… great. I’m surprised no one has tried before me.”
A few seconds later, Garou finally snapped out of his ‘error’ episode.
“…” he blinked at Mirko, opening his mouth, but no matter how much he wanted to speak, no words could form. He cannot express his current bewilderness, translate his chaotic feeling into questions, or ask what had she done. The impact of the kiss robbed his capacity for speech as well.
‘“Excuse me, Mirko. I’m not sure that this is an appropriate environment for such behaviour.”
Nighteye attempted to calm down the fiery spirit of the bunny heroine. Garou’s unresponsiveness actually had him somewhat worried. No one had ever reduced the Hero-Hunter to such a state. But she had managed it through a simple kiss.
The dark-skinned Hero snapped her head around to lock eyes with Nighteye. She glared at him with such intensity, she almost seemed like firing lasers from her eyes. Clearly she didn’t like being interrupted.
“Shut up and let me do my thing, skinny.” She will not waste such great momentum. If she stopped, she will never find an opportunity like this again.
“...…what…” Garou finally uttered a word during his silent episode.
“What the hell…” His capacity of speech was slowly returning.
Hearing Garou’s sudden words, Mirko turned back around to lock eyes with the one still holding her. She sat there, awaiting Garou’s response. She was excited to see exactly what he had to say.
“.............…I cannot even make a threat….” Garou helplessly uttered. Never had he been thrusted into this position before in his life.
She tilted her head to one side as she smiled at Garou. Even with their ‘training’, she’d never seen him so catatonic.
“Well I guess that means the kiss worked!”
“You… I… what…” Garou had so many questions, yet he could not even utter a single one.
“Would you like to take this further?” Mirko leaned in and whispered to Garou’s ears, silent enough so that only he could hear.
“You won’t learn until you see this through.”
“............…”
Mirko smiled as she robbed his speech again.
“Come to my place. Alone at night. If you are ready to finish our training.” She whispered as she winked.
Luckily for Garou, she made sure to whisper just quiet enough for only Garou to hear her. She didn’t need anyone else to butt in on her final victory.
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The first claim lololol
That night, Mirko waited in her home, humming to herself as she waited patiently for the Hero Hunter to arrive at her doorstep. She was still wearing her hero costume, wanting to entice Garou enough to seal the deal when they go to bed. She wanted to start with this before moving on to the more visually appealing attire as she slowly help him settle into the world of adulthood.
A knock came by the door of her lavishing apartment complex. She hurried to greet the man at this late hour with vigor and expectation.
Reaching the door, she opened it wide. Behind the door stood the familiar shape of Garou. Leaning on the doorframe, Mirko smirked at Garou as he stood there.
“Good to see you actually turned up.”
“...don't push it.” Garou warned as he looked inside the home, starting with the living room. It was very lavishing, yet also messy somewhat, reflecting the personality of the rabbit inside.
As she led Garou in, she carefully examined his clothes. Like usual, he seemed to have chosen a rather simple outfit. His shirt drew her eyes however. She wondered if he had actually picked the clothes for her. The plain black shirt that he was wearing seemed to be almost skintight. A provocative look crossed her face as the shirt clearly displayed Garou’s well built physique. He’s the most fit eighteen year old she had ever seen.
As Garou lingered around the living room, Mirko went to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she pulled out a large bottle of champagne. Taped to the bottle was a note. The note read ‘For Final Victory’. Quickly ripping the note off, she picked up the bottle. Grabbing two glasses in her other hand, she made her way over to Garou.
“Drink?”
She offered a glass.
“…” without a word, he shrugged as he grabbed the empty glass and held it in his hand.
“…first time drinking alcohol.” Garou said.
“First time for everything…”
The simple phrase gained new meaning, given the recent ‘interaction’ between the two. Not to mention the hidden reason for their meeting. She opened the bottle and poured into her glass, and then into Garou’s.
He looked at the liquid within, swirling it carefully in his glass. He was never a fan of alcohol. It dulls the senses and ruins the mind of taken in excess. And Garou was not the kind of man who would drown his sorrows. Hesitantly, he took a sip of the liquid, only to frown from the taste.
“It’s bitter.” He does not like it, now frowning.
Mirko merely shrugged, almost downing her entire glass in one go.
“You don’t usually drink for the taste.”
“…screw it.” Without another word, to sate his curiosity, he downed the entire thing in one gulp. The burning liquid greeted his throat as the bitter taste lingered in his breath, making him smack his lips with displeasure. He now concluded that he cannot get used to drinking alcohol.
She poured another drink for herself. She tilted the bottle over to Garou, filling his glass again.
“So… what made you actually decide to show up? Other than the blackmail of course.”
“Definitely the blackmail.” Garou said as he tried drinking the liquid again.
“But… it is to understand what is going on.” He added as he took another sip, trying to understand the appeal of alcohol.
Mirko place one hand to her ample chest in faux-offense. She looked at Garou, a clearly exaggerated expression of disbelief on her face.
“What! You didn’t come to visit me? And I thought our ‘training’ was going so well.”
“Ha. ha.” Garou was not amused nor irritated by her attempt at humor.
“.......…how does one love?” Garou asked as he changed the conversation. A more serious turn.
“Hmmm.”
Mirko pondered Garou’s question as she spun her glass around, shaking the alcohol inside it.
“It’s… hard to explain. If you were to ask someone more inexperienced, like a kid, they’d say all kinds of stuff. ‘Wanting to be around them all the time’ , “Thinking about that person all the time’. That kinda stuff. With adults, it’s different. When you see the right person, you just… know.”
She shrugged, downing her second glass in a single gulp.
“I suppose it comes with the experience. That’s why you’re out of your element.”
She tilted her empty glass in Garou’s direction.
“All you’ve know is violence and fighting. Plus, you’re only 18.”
“...” Garou gulped the second glass in one gulp.
“...you really are a strange woman.” Garou said as he locked his eyes with hers.
“No one is crazy enough to even ask me out for a date.”
Refilling her glass once again, she sent a proud grin over in his direction. Her entire attitude radiated triumph.
“Hmmm… I’m not sure why either…”
She honestly was a little surprised that no one had tried before she had.She ran her eyes up and down Garou. Not even a single female fan?
“Besides, do you even know how hot you are?”
“...the words that came out of your mouth somehow angers me a great deal.” Garou uttered as a shiver of disgust ran through his body.
“It’s a compliment. Really.”
She nodded sincerely. Garou didn’t seem like the kind of guy to be complimented a lot. The thought even saddened her a little.
“It is almost like an insult to me. I did not want to be annoyingly attractive in my quest for strength.” Garou replied.
Taking a moment, Mirko stared at her empty glass, and then back to the bottle of champagne. Placing the glass down on the nearby table, she grabbed the neck of the bottle and took a quick swig of the bottle. Wiping her mouth, she looked back at Garou.
“Wasn’t working fast enough.”
The dark-skinned heroine held out the bottle, offering to Garou.
“....fine.” Taking the bottle, Garou took a swig, now feeling something bubbling within in from all the alcohol, yet it was weak. He then handed it back to Mirko as she took the bottle and too another swig.
“...so what now? To be honest… I am a bit lost.” Garou asked.
Taking in the atmosphere, Mirko paused a moment.
“Well, we wait for the alcohol to kick in. Care to look around?”
She swept an arm out, gesturing around her apartment.
“...fine.” Garou shrugged as she smiled.
Leading the way, Mirko led Garou through her apartment, occasionally stealing a look at him. As they walked around, it was obviously clear that her house was quite large, even for an apartment. Numerous photos were attached to the wall, usually Mirko posing with another Hero. Stopping for a moment, she turned to Garou with a querying look.
“So… how many of these lot have you beaten?”
She gestured across the pictures.
“I don't keep count.” Garou replied as he looked at the hero.
She shrugged as she looked around at all of the pictures. These pictures all seemed so long ago. In a world before the Hero-Hunter.
“Well can you make a rough guess?”
“...twenty one I think.” Garou gave his rough estimate.
Nodding in acknowledgment, Mirko was impressed. She expected nothing less from this guy. Then, an idea struck her. Walking over to an empty portion of the wall, she pointed one finger at the clear space.
“I’m missing a photo here.”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, she now held her phone in her hand.
“Care to help me?”
“Oh?” Garou raised an eyebrow.
“Why not?” Garou walked over to Mirko now to the empty space.
Huddling in close to Garou, Mirko raised her phone to take a photo. Glancing over at Garou, his face seemed unreadable. She smirked as she knew how to put a stop to that…
Suddenly, just as she pressed the button for the photo, she seemed to leap in closer as her and Garou’s lips locked once again. A flash illuminated both of their faces. Holding in position for a moment longer, she broke contact as she eagerly pulled the phone over to her.
“...” Garou’s left eye twitched, his cheeks started flushing this time.
“...what the hell, woman?” Garou asked, his tone laced with shame and regret. This time, he handled the kiss much better than before.
She reached out and poked Garou’s cheek, now bearing a cheeky smile.
“Gotcha!”
She held the phone over to Garou, showing him the screen. His eyes showed the slightest hint of embarrassment as he saw the photo. In the picture, Garou had clearly been taken aback with his eyes wide and a shocked expression perfectly captured by the picture. Mirko on the other hand, seemed to be fully engrossed in their kiss. Mirko patted the empty space on the wall.
“That’s a keeper. I think here would be the perfect place for it.”
“I will have my revenge one day, you know?” Garou swore.
Placing one finger on her lips, she gave Garou a coy look as he promised his payback.
“I don’t doubt it…”
“Tch. I promise you… you will be on the losing side.” Garou pointed his finger at her, while still bearing the blush. He had no idea how, though. The only tools of payback he had was pain and destruction. This… he had no idea, but he will find a way.
Hearing this, she gave him a wink. Garou’s threats were always so full of aggression and violence. Perhaps he could do with a different outlet.
“Let’s make it a competition then eh?”
“Define ‘competition’.” Garou does not like her tone.
She tilted her head to ones as she grinned slightly. For such a brutal ‘hunter’, Garou really was dense and innocent. It provided quite an interesting contrast.
“...What kind of ‘competition’ could take place inside someone’s house, at night, with alcohol?”
She posed it as more of a rhetorical question than an actual question.
“....huh?” Garou raised another eyebrow. Before he raised both eyebrows in realization.
“Oh… Ohhh…” Garou blinked rapidly as his blush rose to an all time high. What was she thinking? He never thought he would even date a girl, but to take it to the next step? He had (never taken)sex ed, thus, he does not know what to do in that situation.
Mirko shook her head as she massaged the bridge of her nose.
“Oh Garou….”
She sounded ever so slightly disappointed. How had he made it to this point? He seemed incapable of reading certain social queues. She supposed that he traded his social skills for his strength.
“Looks like you’ll need some ‘guidance’. Hows that for a ‘give-and-take’? You train me, and I’ll
‘train’ you in return.”
She patiently awaited Garou’s response to her suggestion.
“What? I…” She could feel the conflict within him. Thus, she walked towards him, and gently took his hand, pulling him away into her room.
“Don't worry.” She smiled reassuringly.
“I will show you how it's done.” She assured with a gentle, calming tone.
“.......” Garou remained silent as she led him to her room. Where his life will be changed forever.
As she pulled him into her room, she reached out and flicked on a nearby switch. A number of lights turned on, bathing the room in a soft light. As Garou stood there, slightly anxious, he was suddenly pulled in with far more ferocity than before. Mirko seemed to have been overtaken and this kiss was far more passionate than any before. The dark-skinned heroine took the lead, exploring Garou’s mouth with her own. The air grew thick and heavy, seemingly full of fervor. Her hands ran up and down Garou’s muscular back, taking in every part.
Savagely breaking away from Garou, a string of saliva connected the two. A ferocious grin now crossed Mirko’s face as she waved one finger in front of his face.
“This won’t do. Am I going to have to do everything?”
With a surprising amount of strength, Garou was pushed backwards. Usually his extreme strength and durability would counteract such an assault. But they seemed to be nowhere to be found as the backs of Garou’s legs connected with the low edges of the bed behind him. Falling back on to the bed, he could feel the softness of the mattress swallow him. Mirko stood above him, a sultry look on her face.
“Come on. Explore me.” She egged Garou on as she then sat on him, right on his crotch as she licked her lips. Her hands grabbed Garou’s hands as she helped lead them to her own ample bosom, giving Garou the feel of her untouched body as he blushed.
A new feeling overwhelmed Garou. A feeling unlike any he experienced before. The moment he laid his hands on her breasts, his fingers instinctively dug into the soft flesh, squeezing the flesh gently yet strongly. The rabbit released a very erotic moan from her lips, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bearing the same sultry gaze as if egging him to continue. She felt something hard poking through the leotard of her crotch, smiling as she finally got him to where he needed to start off the night.
Garou then let himself go as he let the male instincts that he suppressed for so long took its lead, and started exploring her body like there was no tomorrow. Mirko shivered in pleasure, as Garou’s hands moved around her body. Despite being overtaken by the enjoyment, she grinned down at Garou.
“That’s more like it.”
Garou however, did not respond. He seemed to have been completely overtaken by his urges, now driven to take the woman offering herself to him. Without warning, Garou pulled her in, and took Mirko by the lips as he explored her mouth without reservation, tongue entwining with tongue, overwhelming the rabbit for the first time with such aggressiveness.
For once, Mirko was taken aback by the Hero-Hunter’s sudden ferocity. Their tongues fought furiously inside their interlocked mouths. Despite everything, Garou’s sudden vigour was absolutely overwhelming Mirko. It felt like she had fallen in the path of a giant river and was being swept along. As their mouths were locked, Mirko attempted to regain her former control. She began grinding up and down the prone form of Garou.
One of his hands then slithered down from from her ample breast to her behind, groping her ass as his fingers squeezed her rear through her leotard.
As Garou’s hands grabbed her rear, Mirko let out a slight gasp in their kiss. Her hands gripped tightly onto Garou’s firm back. She began sensually running her hands up and down Garou’s toned back once again. Garou’s grasp tightened slightly, creating another wave of pleasure to run throughout her entire body. She could feel her control slowly slipping away, as both Garou and Mirko attempted to counter the other, in their own ways.
Garou continued, his mind now on autopilot, to the next step as he inserted one of his fingers into Mirko’s delicate place, the one place women only allowed their special someone to take, while his other hand started toying with her nipple.
Breaking away from the vicious kiss, a powerful moan emerged from between her lips as Garou continued to play with her. She gasped and panted heavily, almost out of breath from their kiss. Removing one of her hands from Garou’s back, she began moving her hand up his thigh. Her hand came to a stop at the stiffness in his pants. She began to slowly stroke with her hand, feeling the surprisingly large girth and length of his manhood. Her stroking increased in speed and intensity as Garou also increased his ferocious assault of her.
Her needs riding to the next level, Mirko pulled down his pants, revealing the small tower from his pants, the size surprisingly large for an eighteen year old. If she didn't know better, it was almost like his thing could break woman in with one thrust, making her gulp in anticipation.
Her eyes traveled up and down his length as she licked her lips. A burning urge began building up inside her. Suddenly, as Garou continued playing with her body, she arched her back, releasing an erotic moan. Her breath was hot and heavy as she locked eyes with Garou, their faces close once again for another passionate kiss.
After indulging in their third long, passionate kiss, she broke off with trails of saliva connecting their tongues before she unfolded the crotch of her leotard.
She positioned herself over Garou’s length, licking her lips in anticipation. She began lowering herself as the burning desire inside her only reached its peak. Suddenly, she could feel his manhood poking her from underneath. Continuing to squat down further, she released a gasp as he slid inside her. She clenched her teeth as the lust overwhelmed her. Suddenly, both of Garou’s hands rose up and grasped her firmly by her shoulders. Before she could exclaim, he pushed her down with all of his considerable strength. Her lewd cry filled the room as he slammed the entirety of himself inside her.
“Ahhhhhh~” Her sultry erotic moan was fuel for Garou’s newfound desire, he started hammering his entirety of himself into the depths of the rabbit, the tip of his length already entering the entrance where newborn life resides. Mirko clenched her teeth as Garou defeated her from this act, all strength in her body drained as he took the lead.
The sound of flesh slapping filled the room as Garou relentlessly pounded the dark-skinned woman. Her rabbit ears bounced up and down as she was being thrashed. She could barely think of anything as lust and pleasure filled her mind. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as he continued thrusting. She had no strength left to fight. She had lost. But any thoughts of ‘victory’ and ‘defeat’ were crushed in the back of her mind by the overflowing waves of pleasure. She didn't even feel her hymen breaking, the pain of her lost virginity.
The thrusting only increased in intensity as she continued to bounce up and down. She couldn’t contain herself as she moaned in time with the thrusting. As her eyes locked with Garou, Mirko could see a dark desire inside Garou’s eyes as he stared back at her. Reaching down, she grabbed both sides of Garou’s head as they locked lips again. This only increased Garou’s speed as their crotches kept slapping together.
“Mmmm!” Mirko moaned as she finally released her liquid lust, splattering the nectar of her womanhood and staining Garou’s pants. She could no longer hold it in, giving in first before Garou could release his own lust. She slumped down, lying against Garou’s well built body, her crotch now oversensitive from her climax. However, he didn’t halt his vigorous thrusting. Mirko lazily moved her eyes to look at Garou’s determined face. As her eyes landed on his face, she knew immediately. She was glad she had waited for the strongest possible guy. Based off of Garou, she knew that no one could even compare to him.
Mirko’s limp body kept shaking as Garou didn’t let up in his assault of the bunny heroine. She simply let herself go, being swept away by the force of Garou’s nearly insatiable desire.
Within the room where the rabbit and the wolf consummated for the first time, the light of day peering in through the window panes graced the sleeping form of the god slaying wolf, as he slowly woke up from his slumber as he groaned.
“Uggggh, what happened?” He asked himself as he woke up. He tried to recall the events he partook last night, unsure why he felt so… refreshed. He felt… light. A different kind of light than the kind when he detached himself from the limits of the world on that fateful day of his debut. He felt as if he unloaded every burden he shouldered off his soul. He hummed to himself, liking this feeling.
He then looked around the room. A large room filled with rabbit plushies on shelves and drawers, and… he felt something hugging his arm, something soft nuzzling on his body. He quickly looked to his right, seeing… a naked Mirko smiling in her sleep, her arms wrapped around his. It then hit him. He did it.
“......Aggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” He released a long, sorrowful groan. He had done it now… he remembered everything. From the alcohol to how he had ravaged the woman like there was no tomorrow. He covered his eyes with his hand, his cheeks now rosy red from remembering the feeling of adulthood. It was beyond what he expected. Way different than he expected. And a little addicting he must admit.
“....maybe I should…” Garou thought of fleeing before she woke up, as he slowly untangled the woman’s arms hugging his body.
As he began to creep around the bed, collecting his scattered clothing, a shiver passed through him. Slowly turning his head back around, he could see Mirko staring right at him. He paused mid-step as Mirko grinned right at him. Her eyes ran up and down his naked body, noticing the number of scars.
“Leaving so soon? You seemed to enjoy yourself plenty.”
“...shut up.” Garou slightly threatened as he quickly pulled up his pants to hide his manhood.
Pushing herself up out of her bed, Mirko stretched as she yawned heavily. As she moved a little more, she winced. She was still a little sore from Garou’s vigour.
“Well, I kinda expected this. You're not the kinda guy to settle down immediately, are you?”
“...you already know the answer.” Garou said as he put on his shirt, now fully clothed and ready.
Mirko tilted her head to one side as she looked at the now dressed form of Garou. A genuine smile covered her entire face.
“I know. But… I will get to you to settle down eventually. I got this far.”
To hammer her point home, she gestured around at the room. It looked like it a furious battle had taken place. Lamps were knocked over and clothes were covering the floor.
“...” This time, Garou did not answer, as he started heading towards the door ignoring the rabbit behind him. He did not look back, even when she smiled smugly behind his back.
However, even with Garou leaving, Mirko still noticed something that Garou did not. And judging by the way he didn’t hesitate, she knew he didn’t notice. Even from her bed, she could smell her own perfume on Garou. Since he didn’t shower either, he’d be walking out in the world, smelling quite… different than normal. She giggled as she imagined the trouble that Garou would be getting in.
As Garou headed out of the building, he sniffed the air, smelling…
“...” He was not sure. It smelled no different than the scent of the rabbit living in the building behind him.
“I need a shower…” Garou mumbled as he vanished, now wanting to rid himself of any evidence of his actions. As he traveled, he feel himself moving faster than usual. His body gotten even lighter somehow.
Comments
The One
Imagine if the story get out. I can already see the headline, "Famous heroine Mirko sleeps with intoxicated high school student." Cause it's pretty unnerving that Mirko had alcohol ready for this occasion so she could attempt to get him drunk enough to be more pliable and less uncomfortable to her advances than he would be sober. That is some pre-meditated fuckery right there. The most messed up part though is our first instinct is to high five Garou for scoring since she's so fine.
Can't blame you though, mirko is just to hot to be real, was not expecting her to be a virgin being a rabbit and all but wathever. Nice job hehe
