A Contract With Fate

 /Hey there, I'm back with that promised rewrite, and while this one may not be to some of your liking, it makes me happy, so that's good enough. I hope you enjoy and expect plenty of problems with grammar, character personality, lack of character personality, pacing, maybe hard-to-read or understand sentences, and more. Toodles\

"Hey, mom!" I called out, hoping she would answer.

When she didn't, I called again, "Hello?"

 Peaking through my slightly agar door, I was met with nothing but a blank and dark hallway and still no response. Walking up, I pulled the door open completely, revealing the dark hallway stained with... Red?

 Stepping out, I looked around; it was everywhere; it covered the walls from head to toe, and there was even some on the ceiling. But being so young, I didn't think anything of it and reached out to touch it. When I did, I enjoyed how warm it felt, and my mind went alight at the thought of quirked paint and where mom had gotten such a thing.

 Excited, I rushed down the hallway, wanting to know where she had gotten it, and if they had it in green. However, something stopped me before I could; when looking down, I was horrified to find a hand grasping my leg with such desperation that it hurt.

 Falling back in surprise and fright, I could do nothing but watch as it started crawling atop my fallen form; all the while I screamed for Mother, hoping she'd come to save me.

 It wasn't until the thing was fully above me that I realized she would never come, as how could she, when she was right there, sitting on top of me with her mouth wide open, ready to rip out my throat.

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 My eyes jolted open in panic as I shot up from bed, my hand held over my rapid heart in an attempt to quell its growing unease. 

 With each passing second, my heart slowed before returning to an optimal level, and with this came the realization that what I had just seen wasn't real and was nothing but a pathetic nightmare.

 Reaching over, I swiped a pack of cigarettes off my dresser before popping one in my mouth, lighting it with the lighter that was set inside the cigarette box.

 Taking a deep puff, I sighed in relief, expelling the smoke and enjoying the flavor, its calming properties doing wonders on my body.

 After a few more silent puffs, I kicked the blanket off my naked and chiseled body, courtesy of a few years of military training.

 Looking back at the bed, I saw the client who had contracted me for sex had disappeared, a wad of cash left in her empty spot.

 Grabbing the wad of bundled yen, I started counting, making sure all of it was there. After reaching the 100k mark, I gave up on counting it and just trusted it was all there.

 Throwing it back on the bed, I started getting dressed for the day, putting on some sleek black suit pants paired with some dark green boxers. I next reached for a white button-up before further layering it with a black tuxedo to match my pants, after which, I tossed on some pristine dress shoes, their color also matching the tuxedo; and to tie it all off, I set my long green hair in a ponytail before throwing on some fingerless black gloves, a personal choice of mine.

 Looking at myself in the full-body mirror, I was satisfied as even if it was the same thing I wore every day, it looked nice and gave a show of authority.

 Speaking of every day, I looked over to find yesterday's garments lying on the floor. Taking another puff, I reached down and took the discarded clothes before walking out, intending to do laundry.

 After starting the washer, I made my way to the kitchen, brewing myself a nice pot of tea.

 While waiting for the water to boil, I pulled out a few eggs and threw them on the stove; getting into the freezer, I also did the same with the bacon, letting both simmer in each other's flavors; and to top it all off, I made some toast and smeared it with peanut butter; we love peanut butter in this house.

 Hearing the kettle whistling, I pulled out a fancy coffee cup and set it on the table before going to grab the kettle. Pouring myself a cup, I set the kettle back on the stove to cool down while I made myself a plate. 

 Setting my plate next to my cup at the table, I got into the cabinet and grabbed my jar of Cinnamon, putting a scoop or two into the tea. After putting the Cinnamon back, I sat down and began to enjoy a nice breakfast.

 But not even one sip in and the nice part was ruined, as my phone went off.

Checking my pockets, I suddenly remembered I never grabbed it or the wad of cash sitting in my bed. 

 With great reluctance, I got up and went to get both.

 Upon sitting back down, I opened my phone to find a missed message from an unknown caller. Opening it, I found a time and place, "A meeting huh? This should be interesting."

 Putting the phone in my pocket, I looked down and sighed in disappointment, everything except my tea had cooled down to lukewarm.

 Cursing my life, I shoved most of it down my throat while taking sips of my tea. I had about thirty minutes to get the location listed and said location was halfway across the city.

 After finishing up, I put everything in the sink and opted to do them later when I got back.

 Closing the blinds, I walked out the front door and clicked a button on my key chain, this was followed by the sound of grating metal as a garage door opened to reveal a dark green Hennessey Venom f5, an experimental car I got deported from America; its speeds could reach up to 275mph, giving me the much-needed breathing room to keep up with each of my separate contracts.

 Pulling up the driver-side door, I stepped in, closing it behind.

 Inserting the key, the car revved for a second or two before starting, mellowing out the stuttering into clean and soft hums.

 Pulling out, I clicked the button again, closing the garage door as I left.

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 About five minutes before the meeting point, I parked my car and started walking, wondering what kind of client this one would be. Would he be a rich bastard who wants someone to disappear, or maybe someone who looking for revenge, or a personal favorite of mine, the one's who'd do anything to get what they want, including selling themselves to me; the last one I named doesn't happen often, but when it does, I usually get a nice night out with a woman, and sometimes a guy; doesn't really matter, they're both still fuckable.

 Lighting up my second cigarette of the day, I chuckled at my dark humor.

 A ding on my phone pulled me from thought. Taking it out of my pocket, I read the message; it was asking where I was. Not actually too sure myself, I pulled up the map on my phone, and apparently, I was one house away from the location.

 Typing back, I told them I was just outside.

 There was another ding. Looking at it, I was starting to get the feeling that this client was going to be a handful, as they demanded I get there faster.

 Sighing, I put my phone away and walked up to the porch, not enthused by the attitude I was getting.

 After knocking a few times, a man opened the door, dressed in a full set of riot gear and banded with an LMG.

 I chuckled, "Well, if I didn't know any better, then I'd think you'd be trying to kill me."

 The guy scoffed, "Fuck off pretty boy, now get inside before I blow your goddamn head off."

 Uncaring of the guy's pathetic excuse of a threat, I moseyed on in and looked around. The house was well furnished and had numerous trophies littering the wall, all spewing the same name, Reed.

 Laughing at how ridiculous that name was, I turned back to the big guy. "So, where's this client of mine?"

 He scoffed, "You'll find out when I say so, now move."

 "Where?" I asked, annoyance lacing my tone.

 "The fuck you mean, Where!?" He responded in kind.

 Done with the games and loud voices, I just stared at him.

 At first, nothing happened, but gradually over time, he started falling, his face turning different shades of color.

 It only stopped after he pissed himself, much to my amusement.

 Caring little about his uneven breathing pattern, I knelt and grabbed him by the jaw before yanking his head up to face mine. "Now, where am I going?" My grip was slowly increasing, "I won't ask again."

 With tears in his eyes, the man pointed down the hall; a door located directly at its end. Scoffing, I looked back at him. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you." This entire stupidly small squabble could have been avoided if he had just pointed, but no, he chose to try and act tough. Pathetic.

 After crying a bit more, and I think shiting himself, I let him go in disgust and left him behind crying like a baby, however like a baby, he wasn't trying to let this go.

 As I was about to just turn around and kill him, the door to my supposed client slammed open, revealing an overweight brat who looked a few steps from dying.

 "God damn it! Could you two idiots knock it off!? I just lost that game because of you!"

 Scoffing, I had to restrain myself from flinching at how bad the odder coming from his room was. 

 In the background, I heard the guy who had pissed himself say 'Yes sir' before walking away, leaving me with the brat.

 Before the brat continued, I spoke up, "Say, you wouldn't have a shower in this fine establishment, would you?"

 The brat scoffed, "Did I permit you to speak? No! Now get back to work! We have a very important guest coming over and I can't have you fools lollygagging."

 I chuckled, "Would you happen to be the one asking for my services?"

At the mention of a Client, he went pale. "O-oh, you-your him?"

 Smiling a plastic smile, I nodded.

 "Oh! M- My apologies, I thought you were one of my employees; please forgive my manners." he all but fumbled out.

 I shook my head, "I'll be waiting at the door, we'll talk when you take a proper shower, ok?"

 The poor boy started panicking, "Right, s-sorry, I'll get to that now." After which, he ran off, much to my relief.

 Walking back to the door, I stepped around the piss puddle and sat on the porch, finding it the only tolerable place about the god-forsaken house, and that was saying something considering it was only an attachment.

 Lighting up a cigarette, I sat there for about thirty minutes before the boy joined me, this time in a suit of his own, though it was done up poorly.

 Looking at him, I could tell this was his first time speaking to someone like me; the fidgety fingers, the constant avoidance of eye contact, the rapid taping of his foot, along with a multitude of other things I couldn't be bothered to point out.

 Getting a great idea of how to ease his nerves, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it before holding it out to him as an offer.

 It was hilarious watching him panic, but after a few seconds of no response, I shrugged and put it out, planning to use it later.

 "So, why'd you contact me for?" I questioned while ashing on his table.

 He fidgeted a bit more before finding confidence. "The No.5 hero!"

 At the mention of the number five hero, it was my turn to panic, as I launched myself up and prepared to dash away, that was until I realized there was no rabbit hero in sight.

 Turning back to the kid, I glared.

 This snapped him out of whatever daze he was in and he quickly went to clarify. "Sorry, I should've said that better; I mean, that's what this deal," "Contract," I corrected, "I mean, contracts about; I want Miriko."

 My face was stuck in utter shock, as I wasn't expecting this contract to be of that caliber; usually, these kinds of people only go after small goals, like killing a low-ranking hero or kidnapping someone's daughter so they could hold her for ransom; never would I have expected one of them to want something to do with the heroes in the top ten.

 With my interest fully caught, I sat back down and began to listen as he explained his love for the rabbit hero and how he wanted her to marry him as ridiculous as that sounded; however, I wasn't dissuaded by this, and kept my input for the end of his rant.

 A few hours later, I was leaving with a lot to think about and more importantly, a number, specifically the number that represented my reward. 

 1 billion wasn't anything to scoff at, nor was it undermining the danger of this particle contract if I chose to accept it. That part needed to be sat on, not made over money alone.

 Gazing up at the blaring sun, I wondered how much time had passed since that meeting.

 Seeing as nothing was stopping me from finding out, I checked my phone, finding that 5 or 6 hours had passed since it was last viewed.

 That was a bit annoying but understandable.

 Swiping down, I took note of every missed notification and where they were from. Some came from random callers while others came from personal people, and the rest were just spam that I refused to deal with because I saw it as them winning the war; further elaboration will not be supplied.

 With a particularly long glare, I put my phone away and went off to sit in the comfort of my car AC, or at least that's what I was supposed to be doing, had my path not been blocked by a black limo with someone calling me over.

 Sighing, I glanced at my car with longing before making my way over to the possible client, or casualty, it really depended on them.

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 "This is the Todo broadcast here with you today to talk about the villain who has been parading around in Shibuya for the best mouth now; during this time, eyewitnesses have claimed to have seen him commit numerous crimes, ranging from assault, battery, murder, sexual assault, armed robbery and more, now as we don't have much time right now, we sadly can't cover the all. However, in wake of these atrocities, the district of Shibuya has issued a lockdown order and is imploring citizens to stay inside and lock their doors.

 But not all bad has come from this situation, as everyone with the right credentials and IDs will be eligible for severance pay for the foreseeable future.

 This was the Todo podcast, signing off.

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 I couldn't help but groan as the podcast was cut, it had been nearly a week of none stop-travel between cities, and yet every city I stopped at already had their share handled, and worse yet, every time I left one of those cities, something big happens, like that sludge villain that attacked the other day.

 I remember watching it and noticing how I was there a few days ago, standing on the exact building that blasti kid torched. I scoffed, Though I suppose it wouldn't have been too interesting, as the sludge guy looked laughable weak, that was later proved when Allmight himself appeared, taking out the scum with a single shot.

 However, that still brought into question; when was she going to get a strong villain of her own? When was she going to get someone who could really test her limits? She felt infuriated just thinking of it; all of the top ten heroes she knew had at least one villain in their career that really pushed them.

 The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became, and with the annoyance came the rapid thumps of her foot, each thump coming closer and closer to what a rabbit would do when they were upset.

 After a while of doing this, someone slammed open the door, "Ms. Miriko! I think that is quite enough brooding for one day!"

 At getting caught red-handed; I flinched back in embarrassment, "Sorry Ko, I forgot."

 The now-named Ko sighed, "Sometimes it's a wonder how you can forget so easily; I mean, come on, this is the third time this week you've broken the floorboards."

 At the mention of broken floorboards, I looked down to find my foot ankle-deep in a pile of wooden shards, much to my everlasting embarrassment. 

 Crossing my arms, I looked away. "Humm, not my fault they couldn't hold up; maybe next time they should just not break," I said with my chest.

 At my response, I heard Ko click her teeth. "That's not how that works, Miriko; Wood can't just magically say no, I'm not going to break, and go on their merry way."

 Having already practiced my retorts today, I already had the perfect response. "Why not? That wood guy we saw the other day seemed like he had managed just fine."

 I flinched again at her particularly hard scoff. "Rumi Usagiyama, I know damn well you're not dumb, nor will I have you acting like it."

 "Sorry," I quietly apologized.

 She sighed again, "Okay, let's just move on; I'll get someone in here later to fix the floor, for now, we need to start packing."

 I groaned, knowing that packing meant another change in scenery.

 Ko chuckled, "Don't worry, I'm sure where we're going next will have that battle you so desperately strive for."

 Standing, I hummed with reluctance before walking away quietly, a smile painting my lips. It wasn't every day you get words of encouragement from a friend who wished the opposite of what you wanted.

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 Upon getting closer to my house, I clicked the button connected to the garage door, opening it five minutes before I arrived. While some may think this would be a bad idea, there were many perks to living in what was essentially a desert, and this included seclusion.

 Slowly pressing on the brakes, I pulled into the driveway, garage door open and waiting. After pulling in, I clicked the button again, closing it behind me, to which I stepped out, eager to get inside and freshen up for the inevitable encounter with Miriko, as I had chosen to take on the monumental task of taking up the brat's contract.

 Though it wasn't with a light heart that I chose to accept, it took a little persuasion from one of my newer clients, his contract being one I was itching to carry out.

 Stepping inside, I made my way to the basement door before flashing a card that opened it; walking down, I flicked on the lights, revealing both my workbench and nearly 200 hundred guns, all lined up on the wall.

 Pulling a chair out from under the workbench, I started stripping, going all the way until my dick was handing like a loose thread; from there, I pulled out a specific drawer that once opened, revealed a skintight suit, its features being that of many hexagons tightly threaded together.

 Grinning, I reached for a bottle next to it before moving over to an area that had a drain on the floor, after which I started dumping the oily substance all over myself, getting it to cover every inch of exposed skin.

 After thoroughly covering myself, I set the bottle down on the ground before making my way over to the suit still lying in the drawer. Picking it up, I admired it; the suit was made with Dyneema, a thread supposedly made with the ability to surpass steel in durability, but that wasn't the only thing to be admired, as the suit is also fitted with micro tech that could absorb even a few punches from the likes of Allmight, or at least that's what the guys said when they added it.

 However, the list continues; the suit wasn't only added by technology alone, but also quirks; every strand of thread that's been woven into it was subsequently enhanced by someone with a quirk that allowed them to manipulate matter; using this, they had the quirk user rearrange the microstructure of the threads in such a way that when all tide together, the suit if ever damaged or cut, would eventually repair itself, including the mico tech embedded in it.

 Now, many more features were held in the suit, but the one I liked the most was the slowdown feature; this particular ability had to be one of my favorites, as it provided the wearer with the ability to speed up their perception, making everything around them look as if it's going in slow motion, kinda like a speedster from those old pre quirk comics. 

 However, this was temporary, and only lasted a few seconds at most.

Sighing, I began the hard part, putting it on. The thing wasn't a zip-up, so I had to slide my feet in through the collar before somehow sliding it up my body, hence the oily substance.

 After sliding my arms into their proper places, I started adjusting the suit to make sure it was comfortable enough on my skin. After I was done, the only thing not covered by the suit was my head, for obvious reasons.

 Heading over to my in-house gym about 30 feet away, I started doing some light warmups, before taking hold of the heaviest weight I had and lifting it like it was a child's toy; ohh, I forgot to mention, the suit provides the user with tremendous strength as well, the limit of which I had yet to discover.

 After satisfying myself with these demonstrations, I walked back to the drain, where I then turned a small valve in the wall, getting water in return for doing so.

 Standing under the iced liquid, I started rinsing all the oily liquid out of my hair before getting what little leaked out from putting the suit on. 

 Turning the valve, I grabbed a towel hanging on the wall before patting myself down, getting any excess off before I'd inevitably put my work suit back on to cover its advanced brethren.

 After this, I made my way over to the wall of guns, looking for an easily hidable one that could be paired with tranq darts, and, after a minute or two, I settled on a Kimber Stainless II Semi-Auto, paired with a Ti-Rant 45M, a little piece I picked up from America when I was there; "The eagle always provides."

 Grabbing some dart rounds, I put them in a case before sliding them into my suit pocket, their thin sizing making for the perfect fake wallet.

 Switching on the safety, I slide the pistol into the inner lining of my suit, where a makeshift fabric holster lay waiting, and for the suppressor, I just shoved it next to the gun, a convenient pocket that just so happened to be waiting.

 I couldn't help but grin as I walked up to the full-body mirror; I was missing the fingerless gloves, but other than that, one would think I was going to some fancy party rather than someone who was trying to carry out a kidnapping.

 After flicking off the lights, I walked back upstairs. Now, I just had to figure out where she was.

 Deciding it was best to find out, I sat down a the kitchen table and pulled out my phone. Looking up Miriko, a few options popped up, with the one that interested me the most being a site that advertised its knowledge about Mirikos current whereabouts.

 Clicking it, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was indeed as advertised and not a link that sent you to a porn website.

 Chuckling, I scrolled through until I reached the end, where it displayed her current location.

 Just as I was about to exit the site, something popped up that really made my day.

 "It has been announced that the Rabit Hero, Miriko, will be departing from Saitama and heading to Gyoda."

 "A city over, huh," I smiled, "This should be fun."

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 Stepping out of the car, a striking difference in temperature made itself known, and I could feel the heat assaulting my body, but being someone who's been trained to endure almost every type of climate known to man, it wasn't too difficult to shrug off.

 However, looking at Ko, I could tell she wasn't taking this too well, and the sweet dripping down her face could attest to that.

 "Yo," I called out, "You good?"

Ko smiled, "I'm fine Ms. Miriko, just not used to this kind of temperature, that's all."

 I grinned, "Call me Rumi, and I'd be damn surprised if you were, as from what I remember, you were just a scrawny business class when I first met you." I said that last part with a bit of mirth to my tone.

 I heard Ko scoff, "Ya, and here I am now bossing around the 5th highest hero in Japan really says something, huh."

 It was my turn to scoff. "Ya, ya, laugh it up, but just know I could fire you any time I pleased."

 At my threat, she simply chuckled, "Ya, sure you can, but good luck trying to find someone who'd willingly put up with your tantrums."

 I blushed red at the public callout. Glaring, I flipped her the bird before walking away, trying to play it off cool; sadly, she couldn't even give me that as she called out, "I'll see you later, okay! Make sure you get back by 7! We still have a meeting to go to!"

 In sheer shame, I screamed back, "Fuck off! You're not my Mom!" Before using my quirked legs to leap away, leaving the still-waving friend behind.

 When getting a fair bit away, I dropped back to street level, landing as gently as I could without cracking the concrete; however, I was never good at being gentle, so it shouldn't have been a surprise that my landing caused a spider-webbed crack to spread around the area I landed.

 Quickly looking around, I was happy to know no one was there with me, and thus, no one was there to see the damage I caused.

 Throwing on a disguise, I was quick to flee the scene, leaving the damage I caused for someone else to deal with.

 However, something I didn't see when fleeing was the person watching me, their emerald eyes following me with a calculative gaze.

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 Damn, I hadn't expected to find her so fast, but I wouldn't complain, as it saved me the time it would've taken me to look for her.

 Chasing after the fleeing form of the rabbit hero, I couldn't help but admire the sheer strength she had; just a landing and she had cracked the concrete, and not only that, I was having a hard time keeping up with her, even with the tech suit.

 Luckily, this chase wouldn't last long as she came to a stop on the outskirts of the city, changing her once fast pace into a slow and steady walk.

 Keeping just far enough away not to be spotted or heard in her case. I slowly started loading the tranq darts before twisting on the suppressor; however, the sun had begun setting at this point, so I needed to take my eyes off of the hero so that I could properly see what I was doing.

 Unfortunately, this small mishap had cost me, the price being a devastating kick to my side, launching myself back far enough that any further would be considered a homerun.

 Still in a daze, yet still conscious enough to recognize danger, I rolled out of the way of her second kick, possibly avoiding having my ribcage completely obliterated. 

 Cringing at the thought, I used the enhanced suit to launch myself further back, barely avoiding another flurry of kicks.

 Landing on my feet this time, I felt around for my gun, only to find it missing. Before I could look around for it, I was distracted by the knee coming close to connecting to my head.

 Another close call, and I gave up on trying to find the gun, instead focusing on the hero in front of me.

 "So, what's a bastard like you doing following a pretty gale like me around?" She said as if she wasn't trying to put me to sleep in the most unfriendly way possible.

 However, even with the plan gone to shit, I smiled. "If you really must know, I was contracted to capture you; hope you don't mind."

 Dodging another kick, I heard her scoff. "Capture? Me? Good luck with that! Everyone who's tried was sent to the hospital with fractured skulls."

 I laughed, "With all due respect, Miss Miriko, I'm not everyone else," I reached into my ripped coat pocket, "I'm the Contractor," I popped open the darts lid before taking hold of one of a few, "And I always deliver," Instead of jumping away from her devastating kick, I walked into it; the kick connected, likely shattering both my arm and collar bone, "No matter the price."

 One second, my hand was safely tucked into my pocket, and the next, it was shoving three tranqs into her neck.

 The reactions were almost immediate as she jumped back; her impeccable balance showed earlier was nowhere to be seen as she swayed like a drunken bard. Her body eventually succumbed to the tranqs, and she passed out on the spot.

 Gritting my teeth, I used my unbroken arm to pull out my phone; from there, I turned my car's smart driver on and set its destination to my location.

 Putting my phone away, I sighed before going over to sit next to the hero's unconscious form, where I began to wait and admire the sheer beauty of the woman next to me.

 It was like looking at Tsukuyomi herself, her skin, the striking white hair, the shape of her body, and most notably her rabbit ears; hell, if half of her body was as black as the night sky, then I wouldn't call it far fetched to think she'd be the embodiment of Tsukuyomi herself.

 So caught up in my mental rant; I didn't notice when I had started gently stroking her ears, drawing comfort in the fact that they didn't flinch away at my touch.

 It wasn't until minutes later when my beauty of a car came hauling ass down the road that I realized what I had been doing, making me flinch back in fear of non-existent reprimand.

 After a brief moment of unneeded recollection, I shook my head of the past and got up, picking up the hero in the process, and I wasn't afraid to admit it was a struggle to do so, as I had only one good arm to work with.

 Carrying her over, I laid her down in the back seat before hopping in the driver's seat myself. Checking one more time to make sure everything was nice and secured, I grinned before taking off, my location being the end of my contract.

 "Though, I suppose I should give my other client a call before I get there."

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 Unknown to both participants of that quick brawl, someone had been watching, and soon that someone would become everyone, as their fight would become the talk of the town by tomorrow, whether either of them liked it or not.

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 Pulling up to the estate, I paid no mind to the lack of people compared to last time.

 Nearly falling out of the car, I made my way over to the back seat passenger door, where I then hoisted the hero up on my good shoulder, letting the automatic door close itself.

 Making my way to the porch, a dimly lit green appeared on the door before forcing it open, letting me peer into the ark interior of the estate.

 Already familiar with the hallway, I had no interest in exploring more of the unnecessarily big house and marched up to the client's door before gently knocking on it.

 The response wasn't immediate, but it wasn't long either as the door was soon to open, revealing the barely awake brat rubbing the sleep out of his eye.

 "Ya, what is it?" He asked, his voice overly demanding as usual.

"Where's my payment?" I questioned.

 He looked genuinely confused for a moment before he finally took notice of the hero on my shoulder.

 I watched as he immediately started fumbling his words while ogling at her, and that for some reason pissed me off.

 So in very much pain, I spoke again, this time leaking a bit of killer intent to get my point across. "Payment. Where is it."

 They weren't questions anymore, they were demands and seemed to notice that.

 "Ri-right, sorry, I'll get that now, just give me a second." 

 With that, he went back into his room before coming back out with his phone in hand, typing away at what I assumed were security details. After a few more clicks, I heard a ding come from my phone; now I couldn't check it, so I had to assume that the ding I heard was the payment coming through and not a random message looking for my services.

 Thinking of it now, with the state of both my arm and neck, I'll have to withdraw my services from the market in order to properly heal.

 "-even... more..."

 Shaking my head at the sudden spout of dizziness, I questioned, "Come again?"

 The brat scoffed, "Well if you were listening, I said I added more to your payment as a bonus; now hand her ov-"

 I didn't let him finish as more of that green glowing appeared, wrapping itself around his neck before collapsing in, popping his head off like you'd discard an empty shell, though that part wasn't as blood as this part.

 Ignoring the now headless corpse of the brat, I made my way back outside where the same limo from earlier in the day was waiting.

 A man stood there, tophat held to his chest before he spoke, "Is it done?"

I nodded, "He died instantly."

 The man quivered but held firm in his stance. "I see... I'll send the payment over tomorrow."

 I nodded before walking over to my car and putting the hero back in the backseat. Dropping into the driver's seat, I set the smart driver to its highest setting before marking my house as its location. Not long after, we were off hauling ass back to my house so that I may rest and recover from this particularly grueling contract.

 With a single glance back at the hero, I came up with a solution to her containment, and it involved a very thick pair of quirk-suppressing cuffs and the most comfortable rope I had to offer.

 I chuckled as I laid back, already yearning for the sweet comfort of my bed.