Butterfly Soup

Shigaraki returned to the League's hideout furious and depressed. Slamming the door as hard as he could, he walked past the bar counter. - Shigaraki, how did it go? - asked Kurogiri. - Couldn't suck more, - Tomura muttered gloomily through his teeth, stopping abruptly. - This girl...this vile gir-r-rl...!! Ugh-h-h... He began to scratch furiously until he bled, gritting teeth in rage. Kurogiri realized that everything had failed. - Did you even manage to find out anything? - he asked carefully. - Any leads? - Ah...that’s right, - Tomura stopped tearing his neck. - I still found out something. And before forget... He took a wad of money out of his pocket and threw it on the bar counter. - Money? - Kurogiri was surprised. - She gave it to me. Just think, all I had to do - was pretend to be the last homeless person and she immediately forked out money, aha-ha-ha-ha-ha! - Shigaraki start gaggled madly. - No, even more, she took me to a cafe and treated me to food! Have you seen this somewhere, huh? Kurogiri, I'm shocked! Who the hell is she anyway?! - ... Kurogiri shook his foggy head in confusion, but remained silent. - Yeah. This is a complete failure, - Tomura stopped laughing and plopped down heavily on a chair. - Make me some tonic. - Okay. So, what other interesting facts did you found out 'bout this girl? - Kurogiri turned away, taking out a bottle of drink. - Hm-m...Decay doesn’t affect her, - Shigaraki said calmly, leaning on the tabletop. - What? - there was bewilderment in Kurogiri’s voice. - I mean...are you serious? - Do I look like a clown? - Tomura looked at him gloomily. - Checked it personally - nothing happened. It remained as she was - alive. - ...Maybe she has a quirk can erases others, like the pro-hiro Eraserhead? - Kurogiri asked in slight confusion. - Don't know. I didn’t even notice she used her quirk at all, - Shigaraki responded, nervously tapping his fingers on the tabletop. - D'you know what that Milante told me? That she is death. Moreover, she mashed this game for me on such serious cabbage soup that I almost believed it. - Death? - Kurogiri shook his head. - Sounds like the beginning of a sci-fi thriller. She clearly has a funny sense of humor. - That’s right, she’s still a big troll, - Shigaraki grinned madly, taking the glass in his hand that Kurogiri held out to him. - I want to kill her, Kurogiri. I hate her... Her vile eyes follow me everywhere, this isn't normal. But...how can I do this with my own hands, if Decay doesn't affect her? Ha-a...no, I want to finish her off myself, other options don’t suit me. - Um, Shigaraki... Would you like someone with such power to become part of the League? - Kurogiri looked carefully at the fresh bruise on Tomura's arm. - If this girl is not affected by your quirk, then it’s possible that by others won’t either. It would be a very valuable shot. Tomura froze. "- ...I am Death. Many quirks are useless against me, especially those that are based on damage." - Exactly...on damage, - he muttered, staring into the glass without blinking. - It seems she said today that she has something against heroes. And she doesn’t in the tank for the villains either. She's trying to be neutral, but it's stupid. Sooner or later she will have to choose one side. What on Earth... I don’t understand this girl’s logic at all. Ah...I get a headache when I think about it. About her. He began to itch viciously again. - Gr-r-r-r! Some girl...is messing with my brain!! - he hissed. - I’ve already broken it a bunch of times today because of her! This is not good... - I think you should rest and get some sleep. Ideas come better with a fresh mind, - advised Kurogiri. - It would be nice if you managed to lure this girl into the League, - suddenly came a mocking voice from the TV. Shigaraki turned his head: - ...Sensei? - Yes. Judging by what I heard, it’s definitely her, - the voice addressed it someone behind the screen. - Really?! Shigaraki Tomura, it can’t be true! - exclaimed another voice. - How can you be so lucky? This is wonderful! We must not miss the opportunity, otherwise she will disappear again without a trace. - A? - Shigaraki stared at the screen in disbelief. - Sensei, I didn’t understand a damn thing. Can explain? - You don’t know what kind of wonderful creature you met today. Oh, this is truly an amazing creature! You shouldn't take her words so easy, because everything she says 'bout herself is true. - Huh?! - Tomura’s eyes went up to his forehead again. - In terms of? - Listen. Every energy must have a physical shell, I think so. There is the energy of life, and there of death. So, to put it simply, this girl is literally the embodiment of death itself. That is, she is completely saturated and consists of this energy. Her body is physical, no doubt, but she is more than just human. No, she’s not even a superhuman, that’s also a mistake. She is truly something transcendental, an ideal being, a masterpiece! We have quite a bit of information and details about her over the years, so the fact that you met her - is real luck. Oh, Tomura how glad I am that you did such a great job yourself, even without my knowledge! I see you can handle difficult things yourself. Therefore, you shouldn't be upset, on the contrary, consider it luck or providence. Perhaps it was fate that it was not me, who found that girl, but you. After all, you are my dear successor. I hope you won't fail here, right? - ... Shigaraki looked closely at Kurogiri, who also looked surprised and generally understood little of what was said. - ...So, I have to force this...girl by hook or by crook to become part of the League? - Tomura clarified, scratching his cheek. - You didn’t tell me anything, sensei! What the heck? And why do you need it at all? - Honestly, I didn't think you'd ever run into her. But don't worry, I will send you all the information. Although, there is nothing special to study there. This creature is truly smart, cunning and as agile as a honey badger fighting a king cobra, ha-ha-ha! This is what it means to be something more than an ordinary person, be a hero or a villain. This is what I strive for! This girl has incredible power, Tomura, and I need her. By the way, I can make you happy - her power is the same as yours. She was created to destroy everything around her. - ?!!! Hearing this, Shigaraki choked on his drink and went into a coughing fit. Kurogiri patted him on the back sympathetically. - ...What did you say?! - having caught his breath, Tomura ran to the TV and stared at it in shock, clinging to the edges with his fingers. - Her power...is it the same as mine? But you said Decay is a mutation and my quirk is one of a kind, that there are no others like it! Did you lie to me?! - I told the truth. Your quirk is truly one of a kind. And I said yours abilities are similar, but I didn't say they are the same thing. The power of this girl is not a result of human experiments, or an ability passed on through blood like a quirk, or stolen from someone. No, her power is truly unique and belongs only to herself. This is her essence, her matrix. I want to know the source of her origin. After all, she was originally created by death itself. Who created she, you ask? That's a good question. I would also like to know the answer to this. Perhaps you will bring it to me, Tomura. But be careful, your quirk is useless against that girl. At least while she's awake. - Awake? - Shigaraki asked tensely. - What does it mean? - Even a creature like Milante Aragon has weaknesses. When she is injured, she quickly recovers using regeneration. If she often resorts to this, sooner or later she will need a good rest. I know she falls into a kind of coma and the vital activity of her body is very low. So she becomes quite vulnerable to being affected by your Decay. But doctor and me haven't personally verified this. You know, for all the time that we tried to catch her, even when she received big damage, she still disappeared without a trace. All my attempts to send someone to her weren't crowned with complete success, unfortunately. But you are on another level. I prepared for a long time and did all this for you, so don’t let me down, Tomura. Bring her to me. The TV went silent. - ... Shigaraki squeezed it with such force that it creaked pitifully. - The same power...as mine, - he muttered, stopping blinking and looking at one point. - Is that girl...the same as me? How is this possible? "- ...All things that happened - is not your fault". - ... Tomura came to himself and raised the head. - ...Kurogiri, you heard everything, - he slowly straightened up and walked towards the door. - I need to think carefully. And don't you dare talk about it to anyone. - Okay, Shigaraki, - Kurogiri looked at his back for a long gaze. When the door slammed behind Tomura, he thought deeply.

***

Already sitting in his room, Shigaraki stared unblinkingly at the PC screen with the Milante's name in the search string. He knew that he was unlikely to find anything useful there, but he still wanted to snag something else. He wasn't going to wait for All For One to give him information about her, he wanted to know something right now. At least something else. A little bit. Tomura's gaze accidentally fell on the headline of the local newspaper. Clicking on the tab, guy scrolled down and finally saw a small note with a photo. "- ...An unknown girl made a loud statement on the Internet that soon the world will be on the verge of destruction and every person will be faced with a choice. In addition to the voice recording (her voice, I must admit, sounded really ominous, one would think it was a ghost from the other world speaking! Too scary!), she also posted a symbol of death on social networks and signed: "Memento Mori.* Save yourself". This caused a great resonance in society and opinions were radically divided. People started sending us batches of letters with admiration and threats to the editor, asking for the contact information of this girl. Hackers tried to hack the page and figure out her IP, but failed - page was on the abandoned lists and it seems that it belonged to a long-dead person. Police didn't look into the matter, saying that it was children's pampering. But later on the same page a strange photo appeared - it seems that the same girl posted a photo of her(?) eyes with the caption: “True freedom is Death.” After this, electrical problems began locally throughout all Japan, lasting exactly 13 minutes or 4 hours. Many users' computers suddenly burned out, although there were no prerequisites for this. Due to the huge number of calls to repair services the next day, this information began to spread quite quickly to the masses. What is this? Another villainous threat or a shocking prediction of the future? Leave your comments, it’s important for us to know your opinion!" -  Shigaraki read in the article. *(remember about death) "- What shit is this anyway..? Predicting the future? Did these idiots really believe in this nonsense?" Lowering eyes, he met them with those same devilish eyes that he would never be able to forget in his life. Which would appear to him in nightmares for a long time (as he believed). Actually, because of this, guy found himself in such despair. Tomura began to zealously scratch his neck, biting lip and manically looking at the girl’s eyes - they were laughing, burning with a bright purple fire. And pierced the all soul. - ... With an irritated huff, Shigaraki finally got up from the table and went outside. He convinced himself that his sudden interest in Milante, after the words of sensei, was absolutely insignificant. It's not a problem. ...Or rather, he convinced himself that this was not a problem. Although subconsciously he already began to feel something was wrong. Because he thought about it all days long. Past meetings with this girl and what AFO said - all of this left Shigaraki with very mixed and contradictory feelings in his soul. He was simply furious, but at the same time wild curiosity awoke in him. Her power. The same as his. She brings destruction. That's what his sensei said, at least. And Tomura believed him. While thinking about this, Shigaraki suddenly felt a sharp, cold gust of wind. Sharp as cutting steel. Shivering, Tomura involuntarily looked around. He felt as if those eyes were watching him wherever he was. That all he had to do was turn around and he would again see Milante’s silhouette behind him. He felt her invisible presence everywhere. Shigaraki already felt the inevitability of something big. He felt that changes were coming in his life. But he didn't understand what exactly this would be connected with. Fear and panic crept into Tomura's heart from this unknown. After all, he always counted on his quirk being the one, who would be able to destroy any danger that threatened him. And now his power was useless. He found himself completely helpless in front of another power. Shigaraki didn’t yet know how specifically the death power of Milante manifested itself, but he already felt it with literally every fiber of his body. AFO said himself that he could never even get close to the girl. And the information he had collected about her over this years was scanty. She knew how to hide perfectly, as if disappearing into thin air. Young man felt really uneasy from all these thoughts. - ...Sensei wants me to bring her here. After everything that happened, - Shigaraki stared at the sky, taking off “Father” from face. - Ah...this is a real mess... He sighed heavily and plopped down on the steps. "- ...Now I have take you on, whether you like it or not. I'm sure, I can help someone like you. After all, once upon a time I was like that too". - ...Take on me? - Tomura grinned darkly, turning the "Father" in his hands. - What did that girl even mean? Isn't she afraid of me, huh..? It suddenly dawned on him. - Oh, I got it! This is a super excuse to lure her here! - he broke into a grin. - Yes, I will play an amazing game on this. She needs something from me and I'll just take advantage of it. It’s as easy as shelling pears, like taking candy from a child in a sandbox. Am I not going to be able to handle some lousy brat? I don't care who she is, I'm using her to gain the sensei's favor. I screwed up last time, but now it seems I might have a sudden loot box with a pretty cool achievement. Ah...what a relief! And why was I so tense 'bout it? His eyes start glowed in the darkness with a manic, bloody and ominous gleam that didn't bode well.

***

The little man lives and fusses

Death is unyielding, but

Turning to the geometry of darkness, we are

Let's look at it from a new angle, but

Just imagine:

What if Death is a creature?

And Life is ulcers on the body

And if a human dies, then Death’s wounds will heal

Suddenly, really?

What if Death is a creature?

And Life for Her is perhaps blood or flesh

And if you prick Her with a needle in the corner

Children are born, and children are open wounds

Any life that arises is sharper than an ax

Children play in the yard

Until the wound heals, but one day the time will come for you

What if Death is a creature?

And Life is like a scar for Her

and I will advance the theory - we are not living, but rather healing

And if you resist, we’ll ask a question:

What if Death is a creature?

And Life is just a pain

Life is a hangnail, Life is just a blister or a pimple, a papilloma, don’t care what

But imagine that Death is a creature

And every wound hurts

and every newborn ever on it grows into a polyp

What if Death is a creature?

Capable of thinking and being

And we are all blind: we cannot comprehend, we cannot understand

What a nonsense

But what if it were so that Death is a creature after all?

What if Death is a creature?

What if Death is a creature?

And are we just wounds on Her body?

I've never been this close to Her

And Life is a wound - no metaphysics

No half measures, take away Hell and Heaven

The last sound leaves your mouth

Death is knocking, open the gates

(Ta-ta-ta-ra-ta-ta-ta) ~

I've never been this close to Her

And Life is a wound - no metaphysics

No half measures, take away Hell and Heaven

The last sound leaves your mouth

Death is knocking, open the gates

(Ta-ta-ta-ra-ta-ta-ta) ~

The globe will be cut by the Empire

Matter lies, I don’t believe it

As a dear friend once told me

That the disease is like premature

Old age

Fatigue

No mind, no strength

Hm

After thinking a little, I answered that there is no such thing as old age

Not in the usual context,

We are a disease at the very core of things

And to Her that we cannot conceive, we are like a rotting tooth and itching pimples

And we think when it’s time

Then Life will end, and the firmament

The Gate will open for us

Life has ended and Death has risen

And on the scale of the ball we are

Scratches, but from great people there will be scars Diligently, like midges, we are circling around the clockwork emptiness

From pearl beads, and you too

Look at the sky, above us there

The starry sky is releasing a cloud

And this is all, my friend, you got into it early

Mortality passion is the theme

And there is not a shadow, not an ounce of fear

My plan and my stratagem These are all my eight trigrams, and the

Geometry of darkness, the light is inert

And if She is a creature and we are all Her wounds,

What hurt Death so much, and why, why?

Who, why, why?

(What if Death is a creature?) Who, why, why?

And guessing on coffee grounds is empty, but there was an opinion that somewhere there is a creature similar to Her and no less powerful

I have never been so close to Her

And Life is a wound - no metaphysics

No half measures, take away Hell and Heaven

The last sound escapes your mouth

Death is knocking, open the gates

(Ta-ta-ta-ra-ta-ta-ta) ~

I have never been so close to Her

And Life is a wound - no metaphysics

No half measures, take away Hell and Heaven

The last sound escapes your mouth

Death is knocking, open the gates

(Ta-ta-ta-ra-ta-ta-ta) ~