I emerged from the swirling darkness of Kurogiri portal, finding myself amidst the remnants of the once-mighty Shumura Mafia.
Nostalgia flooded my mind as I gazed at the familiar yet decayed surroundings.
Amidst the desolation, my attention was drawn to Snow, someone I used to call a close friend. The air thickened with tension as my eyes met Snow, now unmasked and wearing a lace, long sleeved midi black dress.
The dress she fell in love with when we went dress shopping after the USJ incident.
A whirlwind of conflicting emotions surged within me. Snow had orchestrated the deaths of Yoshida and Mimi. Yet, in a moment of blinding fury and desperation, I had taken the life of Snow's mother right before her eyes.
The weight of our shared history hung heavily in the air as Snow approached me, swiftly removing the rope binding my wrists with ease.
No words were exchanged between us, only a somber gaze that spoke volumes. As Snow walked away, I trailed behind her, the weight of our shared silence echoing the complexities of our intertwined fates.
It was then that I noticed Ezio, his presence not entirely unexpected. Yet, what sent a shiver down my spine was seeing him chained to a nearby rock, his limbs stretched in captivity. Each limb bound, and a muzzle clamped over his lower face, he seemed a prisoner of both circumstance and Snow's will.
Snow stood in front of Ezio and broke the stillness, her voice carrying the echoes of our past encounters.
"Y/n," Snow began, a determined glint in her eyes. "You proposed a wager when we visited my mother's grave. Let's make it now, our final wager. Your partner will bear witness, as tradition dictates in the Shmura mafia."
I glanced at Ezio, his concerned and fearful expression mirroring the gravity of the situation. I looked at him with a reassuring smile. Then I turned my attention back to Snow.
"What will your final wager be, Snow?" I asked.
"You and I will fight a battle to the death. If I win, Ezio dies and I'll revive the Shmura mafia, joining forces with the League of Villains. If you win, I'll send Ezio the locations of each mafia organization that I've worked with to revive the Shmura mafia, along with documentation that shows the abuse you suffered under them."
I agreed with a solemn nod, acknowledging the inevitability of our confrontation.
As we began to walk to the opposite end of the ruins, a gentle rain began to fall, adding a surreal ambiance to the scene. I, undeterred by the raindrops that started to fall, followed suit.
We stood facing each other in the rain-soaked ruins, a metaphorical storm brewing between us. Without exchanging words, we began to recite the Shumura mafia verse synchronously.
"As we step into battle, know that the Black Rose watches over us. Its petals fall like the judgments we pass, and its thorns pierce the hearts of those who stand against us. Let the victor emerge not just as a survivor but as a symbol of our unyielding power. To death and glory!"
With verses echoing in the ruins, we sprinted towards the center, our swords awaiting us like relics of a bygone era. The blades, reminiscent of the ones bestowed upon Shmura henchmen, now glinted with the promise of bloodshed.
Our swords clashed in a symphony of steel, raindrops adding percussion to the tumultuous melody.
Each strike echoed through the desolate ruins, a testament to the intensity of our duel. With each parry and thrust, our movements became a dance of blades, fueled by determination and resolve.
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Angel of Death || Shota Aizawa
Fanfiction{Aizawa Shota x reader} Y/N L/N, former mafia member, trying to live her new life under a false identity and seeking peace for the acts she committed in her years during the mafia. She is not a hero and keeps her quirk a secret. For events later...
