A Deadly Bargain
Much like any other day, Miss Yuuko was the very first teacher to arrive at the teacher's lounge. The beaming lights through the windows and the silence provided her with comfort, something she could only hope to garner back at home.
"Again? How many times do I have to lecture this idiot?!" Going through exam papers, she'd stumbled upon her son's, which she evidently wasn't too happy seeing. "If your father finds out you're as good as dead, you moron."
Crumbling Hero's paper, she dumped it into the dustbin right next to her with the intention of forging her son's writing herself later in the day. This wasn't the first time she'd attempted something like this, it wasn't even the second, this whole cycle had repeated more times than she could count and with each passing day, Hero's grades were only getting worse.
'Why am I stuck with these two idiots?!' Dropping everything, Yuuko laid her hands on the desk and placed her forehead on top. Taking a few moments to correct her demeanor, she heaved long drawn-out breaths before shifting her gaze back upward. 'I need to find a way to get out of this mess. I can't live like th-'
As her eyes registered someone sitting in the chair across her, Yuuko jolted back into her chair and almost fell backward had it not been for the wall behind her.
"D-Daichi?!" Jumping out of her chair, Yuuko gasped in horror at the phantom before her. "B-but how?!"
Snapping his fingers, Akira turned back into his new form. Then simply staring at Yuuko he offered up a devious smile.
"Why are you so scared?" He asked, snarkily.
Shifting his vision to his sides, he gestured at something or rather someone invisible standing by him. Noticing a camera being laid down on her desk by that very invisible being, Yuuko shuddered at the sight and the very potential of it all not being a dream.
"Why don't you have a look?" Taking the camera in hand, Akira quickly ran the only video on its tiny screen.
At first, Yuuko stayed hidden behind her chair, but the moment Hero's face flashed in the video, she couldn't help but be drawn to it. The longer she watched the video, the more horrors her heart was filled with. Seeing her very flesh and blood caught in such a depraved act, how could she accept it? Well to her, the answer was…Very easily.
Yet the fact that she'd kept him sheltered and would continue to do so didn't flinch for even a moment.
"Wh-what do you want?" Slowly moving back closer to Akira, she tried to calm her nerves. "And what the hell are you?"
"I want your everything, or if you're not so sure about that," turning his head to the side once more, Akira made Mizuki reveal herself to Yuuko. "My friend right here has been aching for some human kidneys and liver, and your worthless piece of shit son might just be deranged enough for her pallet."
"Or maybe you can take his place himself?" placing her arm on Yuuko's skin, Mizuki grazed her lightly with her nails. "I wouldn't mind some plum flesh, your son seems like he'd been too coarse for me anyways."
Gulping the pooled-up saliva in her mouth, Mizuki looked back at Akira from over her shoulders. Expecting him to decide Yuuko's fate, she waited for his orders. Glaring at his teacher, Akira revealed all the information he could from his love meter ability.
'Scared, love meter down to minus five. She hates me-no, she's scared of me.' Getting off the chair, Akira moved around the desk and placed his arm on Yuuko's shoulder.
"What do you want from me?" She asked again, her heart beating like a drum.
"To suffer the same fate as the people whom your son has tortured just because you were too much a fucking wuss to face your damned abusive husband!" Having seen right through her, Akira now knew why she hated both her son and her husband.
A while back while she was worrying about Hero, in her eyes was the same look of fear as him when he saw his father looming over his mother's body.
"Y-you don't know him, if Hero gets in trouble again, he might just kill him!" Yuuko exclaimed.
"Might? What about me?" Grabbing her by the hair, Akira yanked her face closer. "I did fucking die, didn't I? So did Satori."
"I-it wasn't my fault!" Groaning about trying to escape my clutches, she attempted to push him back but miserably failed. "I didn't know that would happen, how could I?"
"You're right, you didn't know. But that doesn't mean you weren't part of the problem," pulling her even closer until their heads touched, Akira stared right into her eyes. "Here, meet me at this place this evening, and if you don't, that video is not only going to be in everyone's hands."
Finally letting her go, Akira tapped Mizuki's shoulder to have her turn both of them invisible. As if nothing at all had happened, Yuuko was left alone in the room with only the camera, and the note as proof for the incident.
'An abusive father, huh?' On his way out, Akira was reminded of his own family. He pondered just how much he'd suffered under his abusive parents and what that had led him to. 'Mizuki, we have another stop to make before picking up Akane and visiting the meeting place.'
Planning to get to the bottom of it all, he'd decided to leave school early and meet this mystery husband of Yuuko's.
"What about Hibiki? I thought we were going to meet with her too, to make sure she's okay," Mizuki reminded him.
"We'll pick her up on our way to this bastard," intending to make use of Hibiki's fire, Akira had a plan to set yet another bastard straight.
"Intend to burn him alive?" Asked Mizuki.
"No, something worse," Akira responded, his face devoid of emotions.
"Ahaha! I love this!" Chuckling to herself, Mizuki followed without question.