Staring straight into emerald green eyes Chizome let out a snarl.

"So your working for some hero." The boy mearly nodded not making any other move.

Chizome examined the boy, only now noticing how young he was. At first glance he looked like a twelve year old, still innocent and unknown to the reality of the world. Looking closer though Stain could see the dullness in his eyes, a dullness that not only knew the horrors of life but also knew the sight of blood. His eyes greatly resembled his own, they were the eyes of a murderer.

Moving on to inspect the boy Chizome could make out the boys feminine features. He was thin and slender like a woman and kind of curvy, he looked fragile but his muscles said otherwise. It was obvious that the boy has been killing for quite a long time so Chizome decide to finally put up his guard.

"What kind of hero would send a child to do their own work." He says trying to get a reaction from the boy.

"One that knows my worth and trusts me." He replies completely calm and unfazed.

Chizome looks deeper, trying to make out whats really behind the boys mask. He tries but fails only highlighting how the boy was a real expert.

"So what now?" He asks.

"We fight." The boy says, and not even waiting for a response he pounces running straight for him.

Dodging the boys attack Chizome immediately unseathes his katana, pointing it straight at the green haired boy. The boy running towards him once again jumps up right before Chizome could swing his sword and flips onto his shoulder using him as a platform to get behind him. The boy tries to kick him from underneath but Chizome jumps up immediately turning around after. Swinging his sword once again the boy ducks underneath it before he grabs the hero killers hands holding them in place.

Unable to swing his sword Chizome knees the boy in the gut causing him to fly across the room with how small he is and crash into the floor. Getting up the boy rubs his stomach as he looks back at the hero killer.

"I'm not interested in killing children so would you please leave." Chizome says getting back into position.

"Unfortunately-" the boy says, "I have no trouble with killing adults."

Running back at him Chizome dodges once more, throwing a knife in the boys direction which just slightly missed him. The boy runs back up to him, this time protracting his nails. That probably had something to do with the boys quirk so Chizome jumped back trying his best to stay as far away from the boy as possible.

Trying to keep the fight long distanced Chizome continued to throw knives. The boy dodged them all and made his way closer to the hero killer. He swiped, Chizome just barely able to defend using the side of his katana. Jumping back the boy skidded across the floor landing in a crouch. Chizome readjusted his stance when he saw the slight scratch that the boy had left on the sword.

Even more stern on keeping the fight long distance Chizome threw another knife. Expecting the boy to easily dodge it he stood there and let it graze his skin, confused Chizome ran towards the boys direction but instead of aiming for him he was aiming for the knife. The boy seemed to have caught onto this way earlier than the hero killer had anticipated and also rushed towards the knife.

Swiping his nails once more at Stain the hero killer moved backwards forced to dodge. The boy easily got to the knife first and picked it up not making any other move.

He inspected the knife before looking up at Stain and smiling, "Okay that's all I need."

Confused Chizome let down his guard, convinced that the boy wasn't going to make another move.

"What the hell was the point of that then." He growls.

"I just needed information from you and I've got my information." He says, the smile still plastered on his face.

"What helpful information could you have possibly gotten from that fight." Chizome asks.

"For starters I now understand your fighting style." He says holding up a finger as he continues his list. "And I now know your quirk, or at least the basics of it."

Chizome suppressed a gasp that threatened to spill out of his lips, keeping his stern expression he says, "I didn't even use my quirk though."

Now bouncing up and down the boy exclaims, "You didn't need to use it, I figured it out."

"Humour me."

"First of all you carry around all those blades, that could just be because it's your fighting style but if it was you wouldn't need that many. Second of all when you were talking I noticed the difference in your tongue meaning you have to ingest something as a requirement for your quirk." The boy stopped to giggle at the shocked look the hero killer had accidentally let slip. "Then thirdly I tried to figure out what you need to ingest for your quirk to work and considering you use blades it's probably blood, that suspicion was confirmed when you went to go get the knife after I got cut."

Chizome stares in absolute disbelief and the boy giggles once again. "I was correct right? Although I'm not sure what the effects of your quirk are but considering that it uses blood the limitations are either the amount you ingest, blood type or the amount of people you use it on at once. Now though I'm fully aware that it's blood type cause your reaction changed when I mentioned it."

Chizome finches. He looks at the boy still smiling feeling intimidated. He's unsure how such a bright and innocent smile could make him so scared but he knows something like that couldn't be achieved by a bright and innocent child. Taking a deep breath Chizome tries to calm down and ask about the one thing he was doubting due to the boys age.

"Are you Karma?"

The boy nods and Chizome inhales sharply. "How old are you then?"

"14." The boy says causing Chizome's face to morph into a look of pure suprise and confusion.

Chizome was surprised at how young the boy looked, he had thought that the boy was at most 12.

The boys smile slipped off his face and he turned skeptical. Narrowing his eyes he asked, "How old did you think I was."

The look gave Chizome chills, it was obvious that this subject got him pissed. He gulped before answering, "12."

The boy still looked skeptical but he lets go of the subject as he sighs and turns to get his bag, muttering something about me totally lying underneath his breath. I ignore the muttering just wanting him to leave, the span of seconds feel like hours as the green haired boy marches towards the door in a slow pace, bag hanging across one shoulder. The boy said nothing more as he exited the door.

Chizome let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

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Currently in some alleyway the ringing of the phone stops when Aizawa finally picks up the call.

"That was quick." he says.

"Just shows how capable I am." Izuku brags, he can hear the snort from the other side of the phone. "He arrived shortly after we finished talking before that's why I was so quick." Izuku can't see him from the other side of the phone but it feels like he knows Aizawa's exact expression .

"Did you get any information then."

"Yeah we fought for a bit and I was able to figure out parts of his quirk. Although I didn't figure out the effects of it cause that would be too dangerous." He tells him.

"That's fine, I wouldn't want you to purposefully get hit with his quirk if you don't know what it is." Aizawa sighs, Izuku can picture the tired expression on his face like everything in life is a hassle. "Anyway when you get back to Musutafu you can call me again so you can tell me any extra details when we meet up, for now send me the voice recording you took."

"Okay." He answer and soon later they're exchanging their farewells and hanging up the phone.

It's not that late which means Izuku might be able to meet up with Kacchan if he gets their early enough, that is if he isn't already asleep, kacchan gets moody when you wake him up. Izuku hadn't expected to run into Stain so early so he had told Katsuki that he wouldn't be back till the next day. Izuku hoped it would be a nice surprise for him to come back early because he could hear the loneliness in kacchan's voice when they were on the phone. Izuku guessed that something probably happened at school, he knew that he was pretty popular at school, why wouldn't he be with how amazing his quirk is, although Izuku knew that Kacchan didn't consider any of them his friends and they didn't consider him a friend either.

Sometimes Izuku wonders how life would have been like with no Kacchan. Would he just spend his days inside all day when he wasn't on a mission. Would he always be eating takeout everyday cause he couldn't cook for shit. Maybe he would feel just as lonely as Kacchan does without him. When he thought of it like that Izuku was glad that he had found Kacchan again. He's a real hassle though sometimes.

Making his way to the train station Izuku shoves his phone into his pocket deciding to suprise Kacchan. About an hour and a half later is when he sees it, the news article about a villian attack a few hours ago. Usually Izuku wouldn't bother reading an article like this but that changed when he saw a familiar head of spikes poking out of some green slime. Interested Izuku opened up the article and started to read, half way through he had to try and hold in his panic attack, probably doing a bad job at it since people started giving him weird looks. Although only getting more anxious he kept reading, All Might coming to the rescue only slightly quelling his anxiety.

The train stopped at his station and nearly missing it he ran out the doors and into a hallway devoided of people. Unable to hold it in any longer the tears stream down his face and his breathing becomes unstable.

Now hyperventilating he clutches his phone tightly as if it would run away if he loosened his grip even slightly. With practiced ease soon enough his breathing went back to normal but the tears still streamed down his face. Picking up his phone he looks through his most recent contacts clicking on the first one. The phone rings for a while but eventually a grumpy and annoyed voice picks up the phone.

'Hello' The sound of Kacchan's voice made his tears stream down more.

'Hello?' He says once more a little annoyed.

Realising that he has to speak Izuku quickly says, 'Kacchan it's me.'

His voice is wobbly and uneven and Kacchan clearly picks up on this as he asks, 'Why are you crying, what happened.'

Izuku sniffs. 'Nothing happened, it's just that I read the article about the sludge villian attack.'

'Oh that.' He says. 'Don't worry so much Deku I'm fine.'

'Are you sure, Kacchan you could have died.'

'I'm not so weak that I'd die just like that,' he says. 'Especialy not to a disgusting slime ball like that. Plus All Might saved me didn't he.'

Izuku sniffed. Kacchan was talking in the same voice that he always uses when he's trying to hide something. Izuku knew Kacchan was not fine but he'd deal with it later.

'I'm coming over Kacchan, are your parents home?'

'Huh, are you seriously coming all the way back here even though I already said I'm fine. What about that mission of yours.'

'I'm already back in Musutafu, I finished my mission a few hours ago.'

Kacchan grumbles for a while at the other end of the phone before saying, 'Fine, hurry up then my parents will be back in a few hours.'

Kacchan hangs up the phone leaving Izuku in silence. Getting up Izuku wipes away his tears and makes his way out of the train station and heads over to Kacchan's house.