There are multiple challenges that lay before Y/n... some more trivial and simple than others.
Years prior, Y/n and her best friend Kunikida joined the Armed Detective Agency for a multitude of reasons at the time. Although her useful yet scary abi...
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[4.8]
-And Then There Were Three-
"Amazing that such an abhorrent woman could've just been walking around all this time?"
[Ten Years Ago]
Fukuzawa read the article of the gifted child's parents being found dead. Pictures from earlier that year found on the fathers desk, swirled pupils barely visible in the shaky image.
"They've been looking for her, she could be the one the government has been waiting for" The man mutters sitting on the grassy patch.
The swordsman hummed folding the page over looking out at the lake, a small sigh leaving his lips.
"A child?" He glanced over at his friend. "You'd put a child in a war zone?"
He stalled in his sip, lowering the small glass. Focusing on Fukuzawa's cold eyes.
"She isn't a child...she is a monster" Setting down the glass, "She would change how we invade anywhere, so much could be done"
"She's too young" He insisted, "Probably barely a teen"
"With that ability she conquers all, rather on our side than theirs"
...
[Prison: Midnight]
The metal focused blindfold sat snugly around her temples. Hands bound behind her with ear plugs..they are taking me to the special abilities unit.
Yanking her to a stop she stumbled, far taller than the two guards ushering her.
"Not going anywhere guys" She smirks feeling his grip tighten. Ango probably gave special orders...so it will be a secluded cell.
Fukuzawa looked up from the ground where he sat on the cot, eyes widening seeing a familiar woman being pushed down into the cell across from him, the metal door not see through unlike his. As expected the woman looked too comfortable in the bounds, far too used to the feeling.
Standing up he observed them take off the earplugs, unruly hair frazzled by the movements and bindings.
"You will be questioned at daybreak" The man informed nervously chaining her to the center of the room so she could only move in a small circle.
"Do you serve tea?" She asked sitting on the bed, it creaked loudly. The two men stepped out of the room, keeping their eyes down despite the blindfold. "So thats a no?"
"Shut up freak" One of them spat shutting the door, only a small sliding door open to allow them to keep tabs on her.
Fukuzawa approached the barred door staring at the woman who's head leaned back towards the ceiling.
