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Hunter Amongst Villains Draft - How We first envisioned Mirko Meeting Garou
🕑 Added 2020-10-05 04:15:52 +0000 UTCYeah, it is just as the title stated. It is unrealistic in this draft but I figured out a way how Mirko would tempt Garou to the dark side in a more realistic manner. As for the progress of my story, sorry, work is that hard on me and I am resting. Gonna try and continue writing tomorrow.
The Rabbit Hounding the Wolf
Prowling through the concrete jungles again, Garou, in his monster form, patrolled the area in his hunt for more villains, preferably the ones that actually attempted to distribute the drug formed from him blood. He got almost all of them, the drug dealers and the makers that involved themselves in the creation of the drug.
Squatting low with his hands on the roof of the building he perched on, Garou heard something echoing from the streets.
“Oiiiiii! Hero Hunter! Come on out and face me!”
“........” The Hero Hunter blurred as he vanished without a sound, heading towards the source of the noise in hyperspeed as he reappeared atop of a small building amongst the skyscrapers of Kamino Ward. Looking down, he saw what seemed to be a scantily costumed hero.
A very daring white highleg leotard styled as a wrestler costume with a crescent moon crest tattooed on the breast of her leotard, her arms and legs revealing her caramel skin to the world and her sacred flower dangerously close to revealing itself, and thigh high black leather boots ending with rabbit paws at the tips of the toes. Her eyes were fierce, fueled with a certain fighting spirit, while her long, silken white hair combed down to her waist.
“I challenge you, Hero Hunter! Do you hear me?! I challenge you for the number one spot as the strongest!”
“Hah?” Garou had no words to respond. The woman in question was surrounded by a crowd of onlookers, civilians and a few heroes all evidently concerned for her health, all gathering in a circular perimeter around the woman in the center, said woman facing up the sky with her hands on her hips and her leg widely spread in an upside down V.
“Are you not man enough?”
She waved a hand in the air dismissively.
“You must have taken on All Might on an bad day for him. Or is it that you are afraid of taking on a REAL woman?”
Garou’s left eye twitched as he picked out a phone from his pocket. He would rather not deal with an idiot at a time like this, thus… he will use his ‘partners’ to dispose of her.
“Yo, Mouse Bear. I have a question.” Garou called as he looked at the rabbit hero with his impassive demonic stare.
“Who is the woman with the rabbit ears?” Garou asked as the few heroes quickly moved to the rabbit Heroine, one of them he recognized as Edgeshot trying to talk her out of it. Only for Edgeshot to receive an uppercut to his jaw. The paper hero collapsed to the floor as the remaining two took his place in talking the woman down.
“[Rabbit ears? Oh. I believe you are talking about the Rabbit Hero Mirko.]”
The familiar voice of Nezu crackled over the phone, sounding momentarily confused at Garou’s sudden call out of nowhere.
“...she just challenged me. I am looking at her right now.” Garou replied with reluctance as the woman in question was fighting the other two heroes in a brawl.
“[Oh.]”
The principal went silent for a moment, before a nervous sigh came through his side of the phone.
“[She is quite… independent. She is also fixated on strength. No doubt she sees you as a target to test her own worth, and along the way, increase her standing as a hero.]”
“...is she mentally ill?” Garou asked.
Nezu paused, as his furry paw gripped the phone slightly harder. The last thing he needed was for Garou to beat up another hero.
“[Are you… planning on taking her on?]”
“Hell no.” Garou declined.
“I have a million better things to do than to pick on a woman.” Garou huffed as he smiled at the Rabbit Heroine kicking Edgeshot in the nuts. He stifled a chuckle upon seeing the ‘Ninja’ Hero doubling over in pain.
“Though I got to say, I like her feisty attitude.” He commented.
As he looked down on the crowd, he could see the Rabbit Heroine storm her way through the crowd. She had a look of determination on her face as she walked off, presumably in search of himself.
“Anyways, make sure that she isn't bothering me. I'm on a hunt right now, and I do not want to be disturbed.” Garou said as he flicked the phone shut, before disappearing again in search for his targets.
Twenty minutes later…
Within a run down building, the Hero Hunter grabbed the neck of another smuggler group, his demonic pitch black eyes filled with anger.
“Please, stop! I swear, I know nothing!” Shouted one of the drug dealers that Garou hunted, surrounded by the broken bloody bodies of his comrades.
“You should know better than to lie to me. Do you value your body? Do you want to continue living your life to the fullest? Yes? Then tell me where ‘Asclepius’ is or else I will break you like a twig.” Garou said as the man broke down into tears.
“Ugh… ugh… h-he is s-stationed s-somewhere in T-Tokyo… t-there is a base somewhere that makes the t-trigger. T-They might know. P-Please don't hurt me.” The white suited villain cried in tears, started bawling like a baby despite being a man.
“You better not be lying.” Garou said as he dropped the smuggler down as he exited the abandoned building with a vanishing blur - he sighed upon reappearing.
“Alright, Tokyo next. Let’s see what other rate I can dig up… hm?” Garou sensed a certain presence hiding outside. One outside the alley, with the sun dawning through its crack.
“Show yourself,” he demanded.
From around the corner, came a familiar figure. Two large rabbit ears rose from her head, aimed in Garou’s direction. She bore a wide grin, full of confidence.
“Have you been running from me?”
Garou started groaning upon seeing the familiar white and caramel superheroine. The same one that challenged him in the public.
“Oh great, the idiot.” Garou muttered just loud enough for her to hear. A vein popped in the heroine’s head upon hearing that. She grimace, before approaching Garou, her hands on her hips.
“How’d you find me anyways?” Garou asked as caught her sniffing the air, with purpose.
“Never mind. Your nose tracked me from afar, didn’t it?” Garou asked, as the heroine widened her eyes from his educated guess, before her lips curled into a ferocious grin.
She didn’t halt in her approach with her grin growing more prominent while her hips swayed left and right. Her large rabbit ears bobbed up and down as she walked.
“I just followed the strongest scent of blood. I knew you’d be there.”
“Ah.” Garou nodded to himself. Indeed the scent of blood could be a good indication of his presence. He took a sniff himself - the telltale metallic scent rich around him permeating his nose.
“If you’re here for a fight, I would have to decline.” Garou said as he turned to the side, walking away from her.
She stopped as she saw Garou beginning to walk away, her hands still on her hips.
“Wow. Walking off? I thought you were game.”
“‘Game’ my ass. You’re nowhere near worthy enough to challenge me.” Garou replied as he continued walking.
Her eyes furrowed as she looked on in frustration. He was looking down on her. Why had he taken on so many other heroes but wouldn’t take her on? It rubbed her the wrong way. Plus she wasn’t going to let such a perfect opportunity as this get away from her. She swiftly approached Garou from behind.
But before she could even reach out to grab him, the Hero Hunter vanished into thin air, leaving the bunny around three seconds to process that the Hero Hunter himself had left her hanging.
“Goddammit!!”
A loud crack came from the wall as she smashed her fist into it, leaving a spider web of fissures. She’d been denied her chance. She shook her hand to clear the plaster and dust off of it. Now she would not relent in her hunt.
She grinned outwardly at the sudden irony. The Rabbit had become the Hunter, with the former Hunter as her prey. She began following the nearest scent of blood, hoping to find her quarry.
Meanwhile in Hosu…
“I'm home…” Garou said as he opened the door, seeing the boy Ghin playing games with his new friends in the large living room.
“Eat Blue Shell!”
“No! No! No! NO!!!!”
“See ya, suckers!”
Ghin, Mutou, Jhinzol, and Io sat atop of a large tatami mat before a wide plasma screen TV, playing a great four player game of Mario Kart. No, wait, make that sixteen. Garou remembered something about the wifi allowing players to play like from other places and such.
Also, the lawyer is here as well. She was cooking something for the boys having fun in the living room.
“How was your day ‘hunting’?” Tsukihana asked as she was busy boiling vegetables and pan frying eggs for the boys, and the man with a black-hole for a stomach. Her skill in the culinary arts had improved due to the hungry mouths that lived in her home.
“Found a lead on Asclepius. Somewhere in Tokyo. A Hero also challenged me in public.” Garou said as Tsukihana turned her head to Garou.
“What?”
“I'm not going to hurt her you know? Some heroine wanted to fight me for some reason.”
Garou fell down onto a nearby couch, laying back casually with his hands behind his head.
“You're not going to ‘test’ her, are you?”
“Hell no. There's no point.” Garou denied, making the lawyer sigh in relief.
“Oh thank god.” Tsukihana sighed in relief.
Garou remained silent on the part where he left a certain trail for the rabbit heroine. He rubbed some of the blood staining his hands on the pavement to lead the woman to the nearest trash site to greet her nose. While he respected a challenge, he saw no need to fight the heroine. Nor does he want to fight a woman.
Meanwhile…
Said heroine arrived at the nearest trash bin, filled with rotten pungent odors her nose could not bear. She violently kicked the trash can, making it clatter to the ground.
“GAROUUUUUUU!!!” Mirko screamed to the heavens, swearing she would get him even if it's the last thing she’ll do.
The next day…
When he was out in the morning to his usual routine, devouring a restaurant dry of its resources in his black hole for a stomach, his eyes drifted around the crowded sidewalk. It was peak time and most of the businessmen had filled the sidewalk. It was a sea of people. Suddenly, his heart dropped as he noticed a familiar rabbit-eared, dark-skinned heroine.
“Are you freaking serious?” The woman was somehow searching for him in the crowd, her damnable nose sniffing the air for him as he turned away while still hidden within the crowd. Her ears acted as a makeshift beacon, standing above most of the crowd.
“Garou! I know you're here! Come out and face me like a man!! I will make your pay for leading me to that trash can!”
The Rabbit Hero was furiously searching every area nearby. She had managed to pick up her target’s scent. She had not been able to find any hint of Garou’s location for the last 12 hours. But she had been out on her daily patrol and smelled the telltale scent of that man. What luck!
Garou sweated upon hearing her declaration. Her nose sniffed his perspiration as she roared towards his direction.
“I know you're there, Garou! Come on out!”
Garou just continued walking, as he flicked the cell phone from his pocket out and made a call to Nezu.
“Yo, Mouse Bear. I have a problem…” Garou whispered to the phone, quietly enough for the woman to dismiss his voice.
The Principal didn’t respond immediately. What sounded like numerous voices came from the phone. The several voices suddenly cut off before being replaced with the voice of Nezu.
“[Is there a problem Garou? I am currently in a meeting.]”
His tone was terse and quick.
“...your rabbit hero is hot on my trail… and sorry for coming at a bad time.” Garou started to think that he relied on them too much now.
“Either you tell her to stop trailing me, or I would have to face her myself.” Garou said as he grimaced. He hated fighting a girl, or any woman in fact.
“[...Alright. I’ve got something in mind. Please hold on.]”
The phone beeped, indicating that Nezu had hung up. Garou waited patiently, trusting the word of the furry Principal. As he watched Mirko, she abruptly stopped as she pulled out her phone from… Garou does not know. Just where did she even hide her phone on that scantily clad costume?
Raising it to her ear, she appeared to be quite frustrated at being disturbed in her tracking. As he continued to observe, he could tell she was shouting.
“...at do you mean? I’m in the midd…”
Her voice kept being drowned out my the droning and murmuring of the moving crowd. She was clearly getting more and more riled up. After a while, she stood still. She had stopped shouting and gesturing angrily.
“No way! To hell with you, Nezu! I won’t stop just because you said so! So kiss my ass goodbye!” The woman then threw the phone away as she started marching towards the crowd. In his direction.
“Where are you, Garou!?!? Show yourself you sorry excuse of a man! You gonna let a girl be more man than you!!? Huh?!”
Whatever Nezu did, failed.
“…screw it.” If she wanted him that badly, then she will get it. While the crowd was focused on her, Garou disappeared in a blur, before reappearing behind the rabbit in his monster costume.
“Fine. If you want me that badly… so be it.” Garou said as the pedestrians froze at the sight of the Hero Hunter, standing behind Rabbit without warning or any indication of him being there before.
She whirled around to face Garou, he bunny ears waving around madly. Her determined stare locked directly with Garou’s demonic eyes. She stood there, making direct eye contact with the Hero-Hunter. A large, sly grin grew on her face.
“So you actually showed up to face me? I was beginning to think you might have ran off again.”
“I saw no need to fight a fool who cannot understand fear.” Garou warned, as his Fear Aura slowly leaked, the crowd around them starting to disperse step by step like magnets slowly repulsed by its equal polarity.
Her rabbit ears trembled ever so slightly. She felt involuntary shivers cross up and down her body as she gasped in momentary shock. Steadying herself, she withstood the terror and continued to stare down her quarry.
“Is that your famous aura of fear? It’s quite potent. I like it.” Mirko complimented, her smile still ever present on her face.
“It’s but a breadcrumb. If I unleashed an appetizer, the people around us will faint, or die from a heart attack.” Garou replied as his Fear Aura flared for a second, spiking the rabbit heroine’s instincts to its peak with danger.
Although her face was a mask of caution, she still possessed her smile. He was exactly as strong as she wanted him to be. He really was the perfect target. As for the spectators, some of them fainted from the sheer terror, their bodies littering the streets under daylight, while the rest became living statues petrified with fear.
“I will give you one final chance to walk way.” Garou warned as his pitch black gaze stared deep into her eyes, and then the soul behind them.
Mirko crossed her arms as she looked down towards Garou. The slightest smile was on her face as she cocked her head to one side.
“Listen. We both know that I’m not backing down. Don't compare me with the cowards. You can’t scare me off with your aura.”
Without a word, a large updraft greeted her from the chin below. Looking down, she saw Garou’s fist just below her chin, giving her face an extremely strong stream of wind, affecting even the surroundings as a explosive torrent of air greeted the civilians around them, reaching out for a few miles around. Unknown to most, the updraft even reached the clouds above parting it in its wake, an expanse of blue banishing the murky white.
The explosive torrent of air lasted for a at least five seconds before finally dying down, leaving a very disheveled Mirko, her long, pristine white hair a ragged mess and her costume sporting tears here and there, revealing even more of her dark skin than her attire allowed.
Her formerly confident expression had shattered, replaced by one of uncertainty. She had been so convinced that it would have been an actual fight. But with one simple attack that had intentionally missed, Garou had demonstrated the gulf of power between them. Garou merely stood there, motionless as the crowd, including Mirko, attempting to understand what had just happened.
“This is one of All Might’s famous ‘smash’ moves. An improved version of his sloppy technique.” Garou informed the confused Mirko.
The listening crowd seemed to all audibly gasp in shock and terror. One of All Might’s Smashes? The mere thought that Garou could mimic and reuse moves that had been used against him was a horrifying one. And he was calling the former Number One hero ‘sloppy’?
“Your spirit is strong, but you are weak. It is your definition of strength that is lacking. You can never defeat me as you are now. Give up. My victory was absolute the moment you took your first breath.” Garou stated his ultimatum as he retracted his fist.
Mirko cast her head downwards crestfallen, unable to deny the reality before her.
“...I admit defeat.”
Garou turned around and walked away, not giving the Rabbit Heroine a second glance as he left. Before he could disappear from the crowd however…
“But! You may have won the battle, but not the war! I will challenge you again, and next time I'll be the winner!”
She lifts her arm, point one of her fingers at Garou’s back.
“Garou. I, Mirko, will challenge you once more!”
“...hah. You will need to surpass All Might before first before you can think of challenging me. Train hard, rabbit girl.” Garou sighed. This was going to be a long day.
The Hero Hunter vanished, disappearing like a phantom without any trace of his existence left behind, leaving the crowd stunned and baffled from his sudden disappearance.
Mirko smiled at his remark. Of course she will train. She will train harder than anyone else. She’d see Garou beaten eventually.
The next day, Mirko was called before UA’s principal’s office. She had disobeyed a direct order from the higher ups, threatening her with severe punishment if broken. Like dropping down in rank or being stripped of her Hero License, but no. She had threw all that away just to test herself against the Destroyer of Heroes, and emerged out of the duel unscathed miraculously.
Standing before Nezu, Eraserhead, and Midnight, Mirko sat in the mahogany chair now very distraught, her seductive figure squirming in her seat now meek upon facing the consequences of her actions.
“You're indeed fortunate you managed to emerge unscathed, Mirko.” Nezu started the conversation with a sigh. An unwanted summon he wished to avoid. The antagonization of the hero hunter was something they could not afford, but fortunately, the Hero Hunter himself does not mind her company. It would seem that his temper was being mellowed the more time he spent with them, which was a good sign of change for the better.
“I thought I could take him…”
She appeared clearly downcast, facing the numerous looks on her.
Eraserhead shifted slightly backwards as he watched the heroine squirm in the chair. Judging from her usual behaviour, the encounter with Garou seems to have changed her slightly. The Mirko in front of them was not the cocky, abrasive hero who avoided teaming up.
“Well you clearly couldn’t. What made you even go after him in the first place? Were you looking for a early retirement or something?”
The lazy eyed mummy garbed in black asked the dark-skinned rabbit.
“…well… why the Hero Hunter hunted the other heroes and not me? It’s just not fair.” the rabbit murmured, just enough for Eraserhead to hear.
Eraserhead chuckled slyly in response.
“What reason would he have to go after you? Did you really need his approval?”
“Shut up, bum. I don’t need to hear that from a mummy!” Mirko spouted as she glared at the smirking Aizawa.
“It still remains. Did you only challenge Garou because he hadn’t come after you? Was that the only reason?”
Midnight said, arms crossed.
“I wanna see what’s the big deal with him, you know? I ain’t afraid of a challenge like you sissies.” Mirko answered with a mocking sneer, snorting at Midnight.
Nezu silenced the insults with a wave of his paw.
“The fact that you came away unharmed is not to be understated. Why did he even let you leave unharmed?”
“…now that I think about it… dunno.” The rabbit shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
“He just went all All Might on me and left…” Mirko stated as her gaze lowered to the desk, crestfallen upon remembering the sheer magnitude of his power.
The three heroes shared a confused glance. Nezu turned to the dark-skinned heroine.
“What do you mean ‘went All Might on you’?”
“Eh? Didn’t you hear? The Hero Hunter can use All Might’s moves.” Mirko said as if it was obvious, her blank face saying it all.
“He… can use All Might’s moves?”
Midnight tore her eyes away from the other two heroes. All three had a look of muted surprise. While they had all dealt with Garou and his… irregularities, they could only keep being surprised at him. They knew the Hero Hunter only glanced at All Might’s moves a few times, yet the fact that he could copy and use the moves against them.
“Yeah. I gotta say, his Smash move nearly destroyed my favorite costume. I now see why the sissies are so afraid of him in the first place.” Mirko laughed heartily, most likely directed at the heroes she fought in her pursuit of the Hero Hunter.
Nezu rose one paw, coughing into it to draw everyone’s attention.
“Well… we thank you for this new… information.”
Eraserhead also looked over at Mirko, his face an unreadable mask.
“We’ll need to ask you to avoid the Hero-Hunter from now on. We can’t have any more heroes being incapacitated by him”
“Hell no.” Mirko audaciously refused. With an equally audacious smile.
“I like him. I won’t let him tear my uniform and get away without taking responsibility. He owes me a win, and a date.”
“““A what?”””
All three seemed to intone at the same time. They weren’t sure they’d heard the bunny heroine correctly. Surely...
“You heard me. You don’t see a guy like that everyday. I call first dibs on him.” The bunny then laughed heartily with the vitality of a thousand men, her voice echoing within the room with raucous jubilation.
“Are you sure about this? Garou is a bit… extreme.”
Midnight attempted to persuade Mirko otherwise. Trying to romance Garou sounded like an exercise in futility.
“The guy can vanish like a ghost, is stronger than god himself, and is so damn scary that he made the world piss itself. Of course I’m sure.” Mirko gave Midnight a toothy smile.
A sudden thought came to them all quickly. If Garou’s disciple could be as strong as he is, how strong will Garou’s kid be? They all shuddered simultaneously with such a thought. Hopefully that wouldn’t be an issue. For a while at least…
“What? Jealous?” Mirko slyly accuses Midnight with a wry grin.
“What? No!”
Midnight shook her head. No. No way was she jealous. She definitely wasn’t thinking of him. And his… toned physique. Despite being touted as the R-Rated Hero, she couldn’t prevent a furious blush spreading across her face as she attempted to cover her face with her hands.
“Ehhhhh~” The rabbit hero gave Midnight a Cheshire grin.
“Maybe I’ll be nice and share him with you, assuming you can even ‘handle’ him.” The heroine just said something very incredible just now.
Eraserhead just massaged his temples, glancing between the two heroines. Out of all of the things he’d considered happening… This was not one of them.
Nezu was sat there in a similar state to Aizawa. His hands were steepled, his mousy features revealing little.
“Ahem… Can we get back to the topic at hand?”
Mirko stares at the mouse for a Principal and cocked her head.
“What topic again?” She asked, already forgetting the reason she’s here in the first place.
The principal sighed heavily. Not only was dealing with the Hero-Hunter exhausting, but he somehow managed to create even more exhausting situations!
“We were asking you to avoid Garou. If you choose against this choice, then please try not to make it public.”
“Ehhh…” The heroine now started to wordlessly complain.
“How else can I even summon him, idioooot? It’s not like you all have his phone number to call at any time, do ya?” Mirko accused.
Aizawa raised a phone into the air, still rubbing his temples. His head was pointed straight at the ground. He knew that if he gave over Garou’s phone number, there would be consequences. No doubt about it.
“....no. No, don’t tell me…” Mirko slowly shook her head left and right, her eyes locked onto the phone.
The serious faces of Nezu and Midnight didn’t waver for even a second.
“…oh my god, you actually have it. Since when?” Mirko asked them, her smile growing wider and wider by the second.
“He gave me this to contact him should the need ever arise.”
His head rose, a small grin adorned his face.
“And tell me why I should give this to you?”
“Because if you don’t, I will continue hounding him until he gives in.” Mirko boldly declared.
“And let everyone know you guys have the Hero Hunter’s Number on speed dial. Right under their noses.” And boldly threatened.
The room was silent for a moment. Suddenly the phone was in the air, sailing directly towards Mirko, who deftly caught it. She too now had her own grin.
“You’re going to die horribly, you know?” Aizawa warned, knowing Garou’s volatile nature personally.
The rabbit heroine already turned on the smartphone and already searched for Garou’s phone number, and pressed call without a care.
Meanwhile…
“What is it this time?” Garou called from within a certain church. A public church, which was a front for drug lab used to produce Trigger and other drugs under the surface.
Within the holy walls, the light of the sun dimming through the iridescent kaleidoscopic windows high near the ceiling down into the room, the rainbow-colored rays touching numerous bloody bodies of broken bones and battered, purpled meat, ‘corpses’ haphazardly strewn all over the nave as blood stained the holy ground in sacrilege to those residing in heaven.
“Also, you might want to call for a clean up crew for a church in Tokyo. And an ambulance. Don’t know how long till they croak, so-”
“[Heyyyy, Garouuuu!!]”
A familiar voice came through the other end of the phone.
“....…” Garou reluctantly remained silent, his brow twitched and his hand trembled, threatening to crush the phone in his hand.
“How’d you get this number?” He hesitantly asked. Only a few knew how to contact him. Very, very few. With the threat of Death By Garou should they betray his trust.
“[Well I just so happened to find your number. But anyway… aren’t you pleased to hear me again? Now I can challenge you whenever and however I choose!]”
Her voice had descended to a sultry whisper.
“…” Garou took a deep, audible breath, listening to the silent air… no, the groans and pleas of his latest victims behind him.
“…what would it take for you to get off my back?” Garou asked, almost begging.
Some distance away, Mirko raised one finger and ran it across her lips as she smiled. He was playing hard to get? Perfect.
“[Well… I can think of a few things…]”
“…name them.” The sound of her tone disturbed Garou greatly.
Even through the phone, Garou could hear her grin. And it only seemed to be growing larger.
“[Oh come on. You’re a big boy. I’m sure you can use your imagination.]”
“…” The atmosphere around Garou darkened, his frustration leaking out into the air. It’s the first time a hero actually troubled him to this magnitude. And it was not through mortal combat, but by mere pestering.
“…don’t tell me you also want training?” Garou asked.
Mirko cocked an eyebrow. Was he being obtuse on purpose? She wasn’t sure. But she seemed to have found some form of weakness when it came to the Hero-Hunter. And she would exploit it with all her might.
“Yeah. I guess you could say that...”
The monster form of Garou raised his head, looking at the iconic painting of Jesus etched into the kaleidoscopic window above the double-sided oak doors. He wondered if it this is his punishment for desecrating holy grounds of a famous religion.
“…what else?” He asked, his tone almost begging for her to go away.
“[Well if you can’t think of anything for now… I’ll leave you be. But don’t forget to call me at some point! I might get lonely.]”
“......” Garou hung up on her, returning the smartphone to his pocket as he silently stared at the Jesus painting on the glass window.
‘Is this the power of religion?’ Garou asked himself as he wondered what he had got himself into. He now had an annoying hero hounding his back, with who knows what malevolent intent she had in store for him to make his life hell.
Back on the other side…
The bunny heroine clicked her tongue in mild frustration. Garou was proving to be quite capable in not only avoiding her physically, but he was also avoiding any insinuations she seemed to be throwing out. Either that, or he was being oblivious.
Mirko shook her head. There was no way that some like the Hero Hunter would be so unaware. He had to have dealt with women before.
“If you're thinking he had any experience with women, think again. You are hitting on an eighteen year old misfit who somehow became a living nightmare.” Aizawa interjected her rumination, knowing what was going in through her head.
Her hand holding the phone dropped ever so slightly at this revelation. She stared at Aizawa in disbelief.
“No way. He’s not that young… is he?”
“He looks and talks like an adult, but believe me, he isn't. I couldn't believe it myself when he said it, but…” Aizawa, Midnight, and Nezu all averted their eyes upon remembering the revelation.
Mirko’s eyes darted back and forth from Aizawa, Midnight and Nezu. Suddenly, a confident smile crossed her face. It was one of her usual smiles, full of cockiness and determination.
“No experience with women? And here I thought that he had no weaknesses whatsoever.”
Aizawa scrunched his brows at the mention of that.
“That applies in combat. In the real world… he has a lot of weaknesses. Otherwise, you're screwed.” He had a good idea what she had in store for the young Hero Hunter.
The dark-skinned heroine merely shrugged nonchalantly in response.
“Well I want to prove myself. If I can .... overcome the Hero-Hunter, then it’ll prove my strength and determination.”
“You’re really willing to do anything to become stronger?”
Midnight gaped at Mirko. She had heard of her confidence in her own strength. She had also heard of her relentless attitude. Clearly this was her way of expressing it. And her smile filled with determination was more than enough to confirm her question.
“......well, good luck with melting the death-walker’s heart. Though you're not the first to try…” Aizawa muttered at the end.
Mirko’s rabbit ears perked up at that as her smile melted into a look of concern and anger.
“There’s… someone else?”
“Ehhh…” Aizawa let his lips curled into a mischievous smile. He always did enjoy the Hero Hunter’s misfortunes.
“Maybe. He did train one of the Pussycats at their request… well, two actually. Who knows?” The head teacher of class 1-A teased. The bunny hero did not seem amused.
Her stare shifted instantly over to Nezu, all humour drained from her face.
“Did you know about this?”
Nezu let out a sweat trickling down his fur.
“...well, Garou did not show any romantic interest in the two at least. You could be the first to directly assault the Hero Hunter however, as he bore no pheromonal reaction to their presence when they were under his tutelage.”
“So no mutual feelings were developed? On either side? And how could you be sure?”
Mirko was really probing now. Her previous attitude had been shattered and replace by one of steel.
“You're the first woman crazy enough to ask the walking incarnation of fear and death out for a date for starters.” Aizawa retorted with a laughing scoff.
Her glare shot over to Aizawa. Her chest was puffed out confidently, conviction in her eyes.
“I’m going to be the first. I will be the only one to conquer Garou. I don’t care how. ”
The three could only remain silent at her statement. Mirko, the number five hero, conquering the Breaker of Heroes and the one who defeated All Might… yeah, they cannot imagine her and Garou together. They could only envision her defeat or suffer an equally horrible fate in the end.
Sitting in the mountains, within a glade of dull rustling green and immobile brown, The Nightmare of Heroes said cross-legged atop of a fallen log riddled with shrooms of red, white, etc, as the pungent scent of nature greeted his nose constantly without end.
“...you actually came.” Garou groaned at the sight of the rabbit ears poking through the foliage greeting his sharp eyes. Emerging from the foliage was the Rabbit Hero, in all of her white rabbit glory.
In return, her gaze locked onto the Hero Hunter, sitting atop of a log resting on the soft marshy grass, the rabbit heroine smirked at his troubled face. Even more so when she saw his human face for the first time. A silver-haired sharp eyed man with a very well-built body.
“I couldn’t refuse such an alluring offer. Not everyone gets such an honor.”
Mirko began stretching, leaning from side to side.
“Hah… fine. You at least passed the qualifications to receive training anyways… and you got here much earlier than I expected.” Garou complimented as he sized Mirko up from rabbit ears to her dark thigh high boots. He could not believe just how revealing her costume was. It even surpassed the seductiveness of the pervert’s. Not only that, her vitality far surpassed that of Tomoko’s, most likely her Quirk at fault. He would be sure to discipline her greatly afterwards.
The bunny-eared heroine halted her stretching with her arms down by her sides. Giving Garou a coy look, she began to trace the lines of her body with her hands as her eyes remained locked onto Garou, looking for the slightest reaction at all as she sensually stretched. Up past the thighs, her dark-skinned hands came to a rest on her well-built hips, just above the rims of her dark thigh high boots.
Garou’s left eye twitched as he averted his eyes away from the heroine. Barely successful in suppressing his male instincts from revealing themselves as he quickly reacted.
“Let's start with the basics at least.” Garou quickly moved on as he stood up on his feet, and assumed his combat stance. With a strong stomp, his right leg forward and his left arm clawed at Mirko with his right under his left, a very imposing martial stance that emanates the feeling of fighting a monstrous master.
A sly grin adorned her face as she saw Garou quickly turn away from her… display. So he isn’t immune after all. Still smiling, Mirko took up her own combat stance, a rough version that screams amateur in his eyes. Still though, to witness such a display and to then only hesitate for a moment before switching gears for combat…
This was why she found such interest in Garou.
“...your form is sloppy.” Garou commented as he relaxed his stance, lowing his arms upon seeing Mirko’s stance. Her legs were widely spread in a wild manner and her arms relaxed by her sides with fists clenched. Discernible openings were detected, many of which he could exploit. Although, judging by how sensitive her nose was, he deduced that her senses made up for it, making her openings more like feints although she was unaware of that fact. A bad habit in summary.
She only cocked one eyebrow in response.
“That’s no way to talk to a woman!”
“Your right arm is too lackadaisical, not enough energy and focus placed into it, unprepared for any sudden attacks. Your legs are spread too narrow, your mobility hindered.” Garou replied, ignoring her retort.
Her stance shifted slightly, with her legs spreading further apart. Her right arm changed through a variety of positions. As she was adjusting her position, she turned her head to look at Garou.
“So how long have you been training?”
She did seemed genuinely curious.
“Years. Ever since I was ten.” Garou replied.
“Who trained you? They had to be quite good themselves, if you’re to be believed.”
“An old man so strong he won't die by old age. And can own All Might in his prime one on one.” Garou succinctly described him the best way he could. And the most fun way.
Mirko whistled at hearing such praise from Garou. Clearly Garou’s teacher was quite strong himself.
“I have to say though. I was pretty damn pleased when you offered to train me. I know you only train the ‘worthy’.”
“...” Garou’s left eye twitched as he heard that. Worthy of not, he would rather abandon her to the nearest ditch and run for his life.
“You at least held some worth.” He tersely replied.
Her movement stopped as she settled into her new, adjusted stance. Her head was tilted slightly, staring at Garou with a smile.
“Well I guess I better not let you down then?”
“Show me your moves, little rabbit.” Garou taunted as he remained still as a statue, unmoving and unyielding. The air around him tensed, the atmosphere shifting. Mirko flinched from the change of air, the visage of Garou overlapped by an imposing wall as great as the Great Wall Of China, an immovable wall that refused to fall to nature.
The bunny heroine’s ears stood straight. She kept her gaze fixated solidly on the man in front of her. Her animal instincts were warning her. ‘Fight or Flight’ they kept repeating.
Suddenly, she crouched down low. Her powerful legs propelled her up. As she rose into the air, she cast a glance downwards, only to see Garou still there, unmoving. She angled herself and caught onto the branch of a nearby tree. Pressing her feet up against the side of the tree, she rocketed off the tree. All she could hear was the cracking and groaning of the wood she had just launched off from. As she rocketed down towards Garou leg-first, she could see that he had still not moved an inch.
Without warning, and without turning his head towards the rabbit, Garou turned his left palm facing towards the rocketing rabbit. And without warning, her body started rapidly rotating like a whirlwind twirling midair after feeling a sudden torque applied to her ankles. Unfortunately, her moment and velocity was left unhindered, meaning she crashed like a airplane with its wings shot down and tumbled towards the trunk of another tree, crashing headfirst into the brown bark.
She slid down the trunk of the tree, coming to rest in an ungraceful heap at the base of the trunk. She sat there, rubbing her head whilst wincing in pain, her hands stroking her white rabbit ears in the process.
“One more thing. Since you are the third student with a Quirk, I will make sure to treat you with ten times more ‘care’, more than that of your predecessor’s.” Garou warned as he turned to the ungraceful form of the rabbit.
“I hate Quirks, you know? So I will make you work hard for your strength. Prepare to suffer in the fires of hell as my disciple called it.” Garou smiled, a very sadistic smile that chills the hearts of men and women alike.
Mirko rose to her feet, slightly stumbling, while still rubbing her ears. After making sure nothing was broken, she took up her former stance. This time, instead of jumping up into the air, she went straight for Garou, arching herself low to the ground
“Fast and nimble like a rabbit.” Garou scoffed as he remained unmoving, even if Mirko suddenly jumped, launched over Garou in an arc and twisted her body, swinging the heel of her boot towards the back of Garou’s neck.
“Cunning.”
A loud thud resounded through the forest, scaring away the birds as they flew through the green thickets of branches to the blue cloudy skies above. The sound from Mirko’s boot hitting Garou’s forearm, casually blocking her kick by the ankle, her leg just centimeters away from Garou’s neck.
“Leg strength, strong. You specialize in kicks more than punches because of your Quirk, I see.” Garou’s accurate analysis of the heroine continued.
She quickly flipped away using the rebound of her kick’s collision, landing on her feet some distance away in front of him. She rested her hands on her hips as she sighed loudly.
“I capitalize on what I’m good at. Leg strength is just one of them.”
She gave Garou a playful wink, raising her right leg up as she stretched them a little, giving Garou a good look of her ample shapely leg covered by her thigh high dark boots.
Garou’s eyes twitched upon the excessive demonstration.
“...oi, what's with the flirting?” Garou asked. Mirko smiled upon confirming his dense head was not was not as obstructing as his infinite power.
“Oh, so you actually noticed! Took your time…”
The last half of her sentence she mumbled under her breath. But she was still pleased that he had at least noticed.
“What? ...wait…” Garou widened his eyes a little as he blinked, his eyelids covering his eyes multiple times in rapid succession upon putting the pieces together.
“...no…” His head started shaking left and right upon realizing it.
Mirko watched as Garou seemed to be shocked. She could only smile more as she saw it. Garou was, if Eraserhead is to believed, only 18 after all. Still though… The fact that Garou was even capable of being surprised was a surprise in itself.
“What seems to be the problem?”
She sounded especially pleased with herself. She seemed to be slowly breaking through to him.
“...don't tell me you actually developed an interest in me? Are you serious? What part of Breaker of Heroes and Nightmare of Villains do you not understand?” Garou asked as if his mind could not process the concept of genuine love.
The dark-skinned heroine could only chuckle. He really was young.
“I understand it perfectly well. It doesn’t dissuade me in the slightest.”
She began slowly walking towards him, analyzing every part of him.
“In fact, in only makes me more… interested.”
“Define ‘interested’. Which part of me is actually interesting? There is nothing interesting about me.” Garou asked as he stepped back a step as the woman invaded his personal space.
Even with Garou’s retreat, Mirko didn’t halt in her advance. She was getting progressively closer and closer, staring right into Garou’s eyes.
“Well your strength for one. The way you apply it is so… unique compared to everyone else. Not to mention how everyone seems to respect and fear you.”
“...you're interested in my very existence?” Garou asked upon raising an eyebrow. In his opinion, there was nothing interesting about being the scariest man on the planet, and for good reason.
She was now stood directly in front of Garou, barely a few centimeters away. She looked down slightly on Garou. Extending on arm, she placed it on his chest.
“Yep. You’re just so interesting to me. And I don’t group up much.”
“Ehhhh…” Garou looked up, his eyes continued to twitch upon feeling her hand. It was not a hand filled with malicious intent he was used to. If it was, he would break it or tear it off its socket and brutalize the person with his fists until he or she was reduced to a bloody paste. No, he shuddered, his cheeks blushing a little as his mind overheated trying to comprehend the soft warm feeling of a woman’s hand caressing his indestructible chest as her hand slowly lowered to his abs.
She lifted her hand from Garou’s body and began running her hand through his spiky hair.
“Huh. They look just like a pair of animal ears. Just like mine…” Her rabbit ears perked up and down as she said it.
“Don’t judge.” Garou felt a need to move her hands away, but he couldn’t.
She continued to run her hands through his hair as she stared softly at Garou’s clearly conflicted face. She could sense the discord inside of Garou. The only sound was the whistling wind rippling through the trees. Leaves drifted slowly to the ground around them. It seemed as if the whole world had stopped.
“…have you ever had a girlfriend before?” Mirko asked the Hero Hunter.
“…” His silence alone answered her question.
“It really is impressive for someone so young to become so powerful. You really are impressive, Hero-Hunter.”
He remained impassive, unaffected by her compliment.
“I do not fight for praise. Only results.” Garou said.
The rabbit heroine continued to eye up Garou as he remained silent and motionless. She smiled inwardly. She’d made so much progress with him. And to think that some people attempted to dissuade her from her path. Midnight, Eraserhead and Nezu all flashed through her mind. Wait until they find out.
“And do you get results! I’ve never seen someone so dedicated in their goals. You don’t give an inch do ya?”
“No…” Garou began to grow weary of the praise.
“Can we skip the praise and get to the point?”
Mirko laughed. There he was. There was the Garou that everyone knew. Nobody knew the blushing, silent Garou. She stopped touching Garou’s hair and rested her hands on her hips.
“I can’t just get to the point right away. We are ‘training’ after all. And I think that’ll be enough for today’s ‘session’.”
Another wink was sent Garou’s way as she smirked at him. She began to turn to walk away into the forest. As her back was turned, she raised one hand and waved it. Garou could clearly see that she had a phone in her hand.
“Don’t forget to call me. I can’t wait for our next ‘session’! And don’t run away next time I find you in public!”
Garou watched the fading figure of the rabbit heroine disappearing into the shrubbery of the forest.
“…what have I gotten myself into…”
He questioned what his life had turned out after all this time. A lady actually showing interest in him. HIM of all people… an obstacle no amount of overwhelming murderous might can overcome. He felt conflicted on how to process the situation, so instead, he vanished from the forest looking for some time alone. And find a place to eat his troubles away.
Comments
I like to know what happened about the story of one of the ragdolls training with Garou and I love this story even if its just a draft , so please keep making more for you inspire us all !
I'm calling it, Garou will get a massive power up once he gets laid lol
