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Disc: HrPrTeam
MY PILLS!
THEY'RE GONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
(Special Credit to Glorious4EyedKing for the Beta Reading Labor!)
-Story Start-
Standing before the actual entrance to the vintage three-story tall Orphanage building, Choso's unimpressed expression was met with...
Yet another guard.
Seemingly having no visible Quirk, the armed guard, a head shorter than Choso, gave an acknowledging nod, "I got the message through the comms, give me a second to open it for ya." He proceeded to unlock the rather complicated and advanced lock on the main door.
Choso responded with a nod of affirmation.
A moment later, with a surface survey as the guard did his duty, Choso couldn't help but notice that all the windows were reinforced with metal and properly barbed.
His expression hadn't changed a bit at that observation - it wasn't a surprising measure of security considering where this 'paradise' is held.
Lifting his head slightly, his eyes narrowed at the third floor level of the building, scanning the windows, noticing an outlier - a clear security risk.
On the third floor, there was an open window with hints of smoke leaking out of it, almost invisible to the naked eye in the dark - but not to someone like Choso.
Choso's survey ended quickly as his attention was grasped by another sound; a resonating clink followed by a gentle, intentional creak, the looming wooden door before him swung open.
To which the guard gestured and reminded, "Just reminding you, but head straight for the third floor and the big room, that's the Boss's place. Don't wake the children, so watch your step."
"No problem," with that said, Choso's steady and slow steps echoed lightly amid the large, dark, and disturbingly silent hallways of the Orphanage.
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It didn't take long for him to reach his destination - following the large staircase in front of the actual entrance, he ascended the first and second floors, reaching the third.
Turning left and right, a large door leading to a spacious room was easily discerned, fitting both the guards' instructions and his outside survey of the building, where the smoke came from.
A moment later, he arrived before it, his knuckles gruffly knocking on the door.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Four times.
It was on his fifth time as he patiently yet roughly knocked on the wooden door that a loud voice called out to him.
Feminine in pitch, and likely justifiably infuriated, "QUIT THE DAMN KNOCKING FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! IT'S OPEN!"
Grabbing the handle, Choso opened the door with a rather loud creak.
A slow, intentional, loud creak.
"JUST OPEN IT QUICKLY! YOU'RE MAKING IT WORSE!" The feminine voice hissed.
Doing as instructed, Choso swung the door open quickly, and to his surprise, with little racket to he was greeted with quite a room:
Spacious, wooden architecture fitting the vintage exterior of the actual building.
A large desk with many papers, a variety of cellphones.
An unhealthy, copious amount of... Pro-Hero Wash merchandise and posters.
But the stand-out sight was...
A looming king-sized bed with a blanket featuring a chiselled, muscular man that, for some odd reason, looked incredibly similar to his little brother's allegedly deceased friend - Megumi Fushiguro.
Meeting the artificially drawn coal eyes of the drawn figure on the blanket, Choso couldn't help but feel some sort of 'Lifestyle Resonance' with said unknown individual.
A kinship, of sorts.
A resonance of which was cut shortly at the irritated tone of the individual who sat at the desk in front of Choso.
"Well? If those two good-for-nothings let you pass, it's either I owe you a favor or you got a copious amount of money you'd like to donate personally." Pressing his lips, he pointed at Choso's rather baggy clothes, "and judging by how much cash you could hide in those pockets of yours, I'm feeling optimistic."
Blonde short hair, blue eyes.
A tone and appearance that screamed that this person was, without a doubt, a woman of the utmost femininity.
A cigarette held by 'her' small red lips, exuding smoke.
However...
This was the man of the house and owner of the Orphanage.
Jax.
The reason for his rather feminine looks?
His Quirk - [Succubus].
[Succubus grants the user the ability to achieve biological immortality through taking the lifespan of 'cells' and 'organs' from other individuals through intercourse. The exact bio-mechanics of the process weren't studied in depth due to the sole individual with the Quirk being rather guarded as well as... Quirk Scientists would rather not touch that thing with a ten-foot pole.]
The problem?
This was a man.
At the time of the discovery of this individual, a couple of months back, Yuji couldn't help but worry about the disturbing nature of having a 'Succubus' Quirk user be the owner of an Orphanage.
It didn't draw a pretty picture, whatsoever.
But, it was discovered that Jax was a person of... moral integrity?
'I only sleep with mature, muscular men that look like Poji Pushiporo.' - quote on quote.
Apparently, that was some fitness influencer from like ninety years ago.
Yes, this was an old man over a century old.
...
But Choso was older.
Choso cut to the chase, ignoring the whimsical jests of the old yet younger man, "You owe my brothers a favor. Tell me wher-"
His words were rudely interrupted by the man's dismissive tone, "Get in line, kid. You get to owe a favor or two to every random asshole when you get to my age, so keep it for the morning will you?" He huffed out a puff of smoke.
Ignoring Jax's protest, Choso pressed on and added, "My brothers are Yuji and Aoi."
That piece of information had made Jax pause for a moment, his eyes widening momentarily, "O-Oh shit."
Straightening himself out rather quickly from the surprise, much to Choso's deadpan expression, Jax took out the cigarette to address Choso with a new glint in his eye, "That's quite the favor you're gonna bank on. I'm going to need some kind of proof that the three of you are really-"
Without a single moment's hesitation Choso withdrew his phone and entered his photo gallery as he approached the skeptical figure of Jax.
A special folder called 'My Brothers' that nearly took up all his storage data was filled to the brim with an onslaught of pictures that, upon being glanced upon by even a man of over 100 years of life experience, caused sensation-overload.
"Okay, okay!" Jax pushed Choso's phone away, to which he sighed, "Alright I've got the proof. Whatdya need?"
"Mightceuticals. What do you have on them?"
"I'm guessing you don't want the textbook legal hum-drum, right?"
Choso's nod prompted Jax to scratch his pale chin as he, for some odd reason, appeared contemplative.
"On my own, I don't have much on them - but I do know a former kid of mine, he 'works' with them. I can get the two of you in touch."
Blinking, Choso repeated, "Works with them?"
Tilting his head in perplexity, Jax lightly mentioned, "You know, gets the 'Good Stuff' from them, and sells it to his clients."
"He... sells Trigger?" Choso's stoic expression turned cold, to which the aged Jax quickly noticed.
Noticed and ignored.
"Why are you getting all flustered? I imagined you wanted to earn some extra dough? He's rather high up in the distribution part of the whole field, so if that's what you're looking for, I can connect you two." Jax shamelessly stated.
Choso frowned deeply, "I'm looking to end the distribution."
Arching an eyebrow, Jax shook his head with a look of disapproval upon realizing Choso's goal, "While that is all noble of you. But did you know that a good sum of that brat's earnings is donated to this Orphanage and other Orphanages around the Prefecture?"
Adding to his defense, Jax lectured, "Ever heard of the old story of Robinhood?"
"No."
"Well, it's like that, but with Trigger and less serious low-level Drugs."
Choso huffed, his frown only deepening, sending alarm bells to Jax's mind, "Whatever this is, it sounds hypocritical and counterproductive."
Jax had begun to sweat a little as some sort of ominous aura seemed to gush out of Choso.
The air turning cold and atmosphere heavy, as he said with the utmost composure and smile on his face, "Well, nothing in this world runs at 100% efficiency, we all just make do with what we got," he chuckled lightly, offering, "I'll make ya a deal. What do you say?"
The suffocating atmosphere loosened a bit, much to Jax's relief, as Choso quietly nodded.
"I'll give you that kid's address, and he'll give you the information you need. In exchange, you do not kill or harm him or me. And lastly, you are to pose as someone interested in joining his business, you won't get very far with him by threatening or telling him you plan on destroying his livelihood, can't think of anyone who'd take that at face value."
"And if he doesn't cooperate?"
"You pacify him, but you don't kill him or torture him. That's my deal, that's how far you can push this favor." Jax stood his ground as his eyes sharply dug into Choso's unfazed expression.
"Do that, and I'll send him a good word of reference about you and his address. From there, it's up to you to dismantle a multi-billion yen company." Jax shrugged.
"What's your name again?" Jax inquired.
"Choso... but what's in it for you? From what you told me, this orphanage and some others get funding from that man's Trigger sales."
Eye-twitching, Jax scratched his blonde hair with mild irritation, "Look, don't get all suspicious on me, from what I'm smelling, I'm your only lead." He took a puff of his cigarette, adding, "I owe your brothers a loaded favor, and if my orphanage and others were reliant solely on drug money then this country really went to shit. And trust me, I've been alive during a time when shit was the best adjective you could describe it as."
Wordlessly, Jax took his pen and sketched on a small note with rather impressive speed and quality handwriting, stretching his hand out to Choso.
"Now scram, I'd suggest checking in on him in a week, he's off-shore from his last messages."
"Do you know where?"
"Unless your pockets are as fat as I assumed they were, it should be irrelevant - but Hawaii, go sniff him out if you're impatient."
Choso frowned at the distant location, but it was yet another clue.
'Look at ticket prices for Hawaii... optionally swim there.'
Then again, it was an even worse option than the headquarters in Hiroshima.
Lowering his head to read the note, Choso recognized that it was an address that was in a rather moderately well-off area of Musutafu.
Choso's visible surprise, or rather lack of it, was registered by Jax, who chuckled lightly with a displeased shake of his head, "Drug money. They always fly too close to the sun, like Icarus."
Catching his reference, Choso nodded appreciatively and turned around to head out, his steady, cold, and heavy steps reverbrating across the office as he left the room without a word of gratitude or goodbye.
"Horrifyingly lacking in manne-"
Pausing for a moment, Choso tipped his hat and lightly thanked with noticeable monotone, "Thank you for the assistance."
With that said, he continued on his path out of the Orphanage.
Jax could only blink and admit with a sigh, "I stand corrected."
To Be Continued!
-Author Note Start-
Jax is a fictional character and is not intended to offend any person coincidentally named, or likes to call himself, Jax.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH MY PILLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
To be clear, I'm writing another chapter right now, but the dissonance from this section to the other one is quite rough, so I'm splitting the two.
So expect another chapter soon.
For now, though, the next Choso section should arrive after USJ or during it.
These things happen simultaneously or in parallel, so I gotta keep track.
Okay bye!
Love ya!