Assassination

It had been 8 years since Aiden joined Dark Star, and on his 11th birthday Hiroto finally allowed him to hunt his first hero. Keeping to the shadows, he veiled himself him in a hooded cloak and made his way over numerous buildings.

His target was a hero by the name of Lightstorm. A hero who recently debuted and was making waves in the hero rankings. His quirk allowed him to become a walking flash grenade taking down villains while they were stunned.

According to Dark Star's intel, Lightstorm had actually staged all his rescues and opened up a fake charity for all the victims that he saved. Under the pretense of giving the victims better lives, he shamelessly exploited the public's naivety and swindled them. Now living the high life he even indulged in other criminal-like activities such as drug smuggling and human trafficking. For Aiden's first assassination he couldn't ask for a better target.

Pulling out his night vision binoculars he looked at the large hotel in front of him. Its skyscraper-like appearance told him that only the wealthy had the privilege of dining here.

"Tch, really making use of that charity money aren't you." He mumbled to himself.

Looking at the top of the building he identified the window that would lead to his target's room.

'Security should be tight, sneaking into such a place won't be an easy task... Unless~'

Smiling at his idea he packed his binocular away under his cloak. Focusing on his Astral energy, his body vanished and appeared 10 ft up in the air. Consecutively using his Astral Shift he kept shifting 10 ft up in the air until he had made it to the window of his target. Without thinking twice he shifted through the window and into the room without alerting hotel security.

Seeing that the room was dark Aiden felt confused until he heard whimpering coming from the bathroom. Constructing a knife in his right hand he crept towards the bathroom door and prepared to charge in. Slowly opening the door a crack he saw that no one could be seen. Closing his eyes he focused on his ears and heard only one heart beat. Frowning slightly he walked into the room prepared to attack at any time.

Once inside he saw a young green haired girl about 14 years old. She was covered in cuts and bruises and was handcuffed to the sink. She looked malnourished and smelt quite bad. Looking at her condition made Aiden frown.

Hearing the door open up the girl looked up to see a man in a weird mask wearing a black cloak. Feeling like this was one of Lightstorm's other clients the light in the girl's eyes dulled as she finally accepted her fate of being nothing more than a hole for others pleasure. Casting her head down she held back her tears until she heard a sharp sound.

Looking back up she saw that her handcuffs had been cut. She looked at the man in confusion as she didn't understand what was going on. Was this one another of Lightstorm's clients that had a fetish that needed her hands to be free? Before she ask, the sound of the front door being open echoed out.

Making the gesture for her to be quiet Aiden kept the bathroom door open wide enough for him to peek through the gap.

Watching Lightstorm and two scantily dressed women enter the room, Aiden couldn't help but smile under his mask.

He and the girl waited a couple hours until the three of them fell asleep. He was quite annoyed at the fact that Lightstorm didn't seem to need to p*ss as he could have ended him the moment he walked into the bathroom. But as an assassin he knew that patience was key and being reckless could ruin a mission.

Sneaking out of the bathroom he approached the bedroom. Making sure that his breath was steady he did his best to eliminate his presence and snuck inside. Seeing the two girls lying on his chest, Aiden thought of how best to deal with him. As much as he'd enjoy torturing the scumbag, as an assassin he couldn't let his personal feelings affect the mission.

Constructing a knife he looked at the girl nearest to him. He didn't know if she was a criminal or not so he decided to leave her and the other girl alive. Standing over Lightstorm, he looked at him with pure disgust and didn't hesitate when he stabbed him through the heart.

Feeling an intense sense of pain from his chest, Lightstorm's eyes flashed open. Seeing a masked man standing over him caused him to panic. But just as he was about to shout he felt a hand clamp over his mouth as the pain inside his chest flared as the man made a twisting motion with his hand.

Watching the life disappear from the hero's eyes was one of the most delightful spectacles Aiden had ever seen.

With the deed done he left the room as quietly as he entered. Going back to the bathroom he saw the green haired girl cowering in the corner. Pulling out a disposable phone he called the police and reported the death of Lightstorm. Although his job was only to kill the target and leave, he decided to do a little extra. Taking a folder out from underneath his cloak he handed it to the girl before leaving.

"Give this to the police when they arrive." Shifting through the window he disappeared into the night just as the police arrived.

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-One week later-

"Commissioner is it true that Lightstorm fabricated his deeds and stole money from the public!?"

Commissioner is it true that Lightstorm was involved in human trafficking!?"

"Is it true that he kidnapped an underage teenager a used her as a prostitute!?"

"Commissioner-

Turning the tv off, Aiden couldn't help but smile to himself. Although it wasn't part of his mission he was glad that he gave the folder full of evidence to the green haired girl back in the hotel.

"What you so happy about runt?" Angela asked seeing the grin on his face.

Without looking at her he said. "Just the fact that I saw one of your grey hairs."

"WHAT!! WHERE!!!" She screamed and ran to the bathroom.

Chuckling at her reaction he was about to lean back and relax until he was interrupted by the old man.

"Leaving evidence wasn't part of your mission." He said walking into the room.

Aiden shrugged. "He was a fake hero, the public needs to learn to be more cautious of those they idolize."

"*Sigh* Just remember why we do this. We're not heroes."

"I'll be what I need to be if it means riding the world of that type of trash."

Sighing at the young man's response, the old man couldn't help but look at the boy with sympathy. After pushing the boy to his physical limits he had developed a kind of bond with him. He reminded him of what he used to be when he was younger.

Thinking about it now, he wondered if this life was truly fit for him. He had a life back in Japan, a granddaughter that became a hero and ancestral home that needed taking care of. The only reason he came to the states was because he owed Hiroto's father a favor. But after spending the last decade here he can confidently say that this country didn't suit him. Maybe it was time to return home.

Looking at dark skinned Aiden, he wondered if he should take him with him. He had his whole life ahead of him, it would be a waste to spend it doing nothing but killing people. Although he agreed that the world needed a cleansing, that didn't mean that Aiden needed to be the one to do it. Nodding to himself slightly he turned to look at the boy.

"Do you want to learn Japanese?"