2 Chapter 2 - Ankoku and Kuragari

- - - - - - 4 years old

*Ding Dong*

A doorbell rang as a man paused the show he was watching, stood up from his couch, and went to the door. This man was in his late twenties with long, messy dark hair with bangs covering his left eye, dark brown eyes, and a lean yet fit body. He stood at 180 cm (5'11"), with a messy beard and mustache, and wore a simple black shirt and jeans pants.

He reached into his pants before looking through the peephole. Confirming who it was, he removed his hands from his pants and opened the door, smiling at the man on the other side, "Yo, Mr. Black. I have been waiting."

"Did I come too early, Ankoku? Because I can't wait." The man chuckled, looking down at his watch on his right wrist. He was a short fart man, wearing a black suit tight on him and a black mask that covered his face.

"Yeah, you came early." Ankoku replied, pointing at the analog clock in his apartment. "About thirty minutes early. So, if you want to spend your whole three hours with this extra thirty minutes, you will pay me $3,750."

"I know. I am not poor." Mr. Black waved his meaty hands, brushing off Ankoku's statement. "I will even pay extra based on how much I enjoy it."

"Alright." Ankoku let the man into his apartment, closing the door.

He still lived in the same apartment as four years ago, but it was much better now. The apartment has been cleaned, but the leftover stain remained on the wall and ceiling. He used the same couch and now has a working 47 inches tv, standing on the ground in front of it, paused on a porn video.

The only window had the curtain drawn, letting natural light and air into the stuffy apartment. The back of the one-room apartment was obscured by one curtain spanning across the entire room, hiding something behind it.

"This place is filthy." Mr. Black criticized, inspecting the apartment.

"What do you expect from a place where scums, like you, come to release their desire?" Ankoku shrugged, gesturing to the couch. "You have no right to complain."

"Right." Mr. Black chuckled, sitting on the only couch, causing it to squeak. "That, I do not."

"So, let's run down what you ordered for today." Ankoku got down to business, standing in front of the man. "BDSM, underaged sex, male on male sex, and torture?"

"Yes." Mr. Black nodded, folding his arm. "And are you sure I can go all out on my torture? Because I have a lot of dark stuff that I need to let out." He shamelessly asked, tapping his foot.

"Yes." Ankoku nodded, smiling. "My child's quirk makes it immortal, so you don't have to worry, but they are one rule." He said, pointing

"What is it?"

"Never serve its head from its body or in any way, physically damage its brain." Ankoku sternly spoke, staring into the man's eyes. "If you do, its quirk would curse you."

"What is the curse?" Mr. Black asked with interest.

"It will force you to commit suicide." Ankoku smirked, noticing Mr. Black shiver. "I guess you wanted to do those things."

"Haah. Now I will have to cross it out." Mr. Black sighed, slapping his lap and standing up. "Welp, what are we waiting for? I should get to work."

"On your way." Ankoku stepped back, letting the man pass. "I will tell you when your time is over, and again, do not cut its head. Oh, and don't look at its eyes."

Mr. Black didn't respond and went behind the curtain. Behind the curtain was a table and shelf filled with items such as a chainsaw, knives, chair, and many other things. The ground, wall, and some part of the ceiling were dead with dried blood, with an electric chair pinned to the ground.

Sitting on the electric chair was an androgynous child with a thin body, pale white skin, and black hair and bangs that fell over its eyes. It wore a black knee-high dress, with the bottom a rugged cut-out, with a white, bloody collar and cuffs, and no shoes.

Mr. Black looked around, chuckling. "You have a lot of stuff back here."

"Yeah." Ankoku replied from the other side of the curtain, adding, "And take off its gown before you start your work. I don't want those clothes stained."

"Will do." Mr. Black replied, wobbling to the child and touching its face. "Such a soft skin." A tent began to form on his pants as drool fell down his mouth. "This will be fun." He chuckled, stroking its cheek. "Now, let's see your eyes."

He stroked its hair away, revealing an empty hollow black eyes socket that caused him to stumble back, falling to the ground. Steam flowed from his pants as he pissed himself, trembling.

"I told you so." Ankoku sang from the other side of the curtain.

"Fuck. Wh-what the fuck is that!" Mr. Black trembled, crawling back.

"Don't worry. Its eyes only inflect fear on you." Ankoku replied, "As long as you don't look into its eyes, nothing should happen."

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" Mr. Black shouted, standing up. "You made me fucking piss myself!" He dashed to the child, lifting his hands and slapping them across their faces. The force sent them out of the chair and to the ground, holding their face in pain. "You little shit!" He roared, kicking it across its stomach. The force caused the child to cough out a mouthful of spit, coughing more after.

Mr. Black started breathing heavily, chuckling. "Who knew I could beat up a kid like this." He breathed, going to the torture table, "Let's pick up the pace."

As if on cue, Ankoku started blasting music to cover up the screams of the child. Although it was loud, Mr. Black could still hear the sweet song the child made while it was tortured. It was something he thoroughly enjoyed, climaxing multiple times in the span of his play.

Throughout his life, he always hated children. He cannot stand their ear-piercing screaming and crying, and most importantly, their carefree life. He always wanted to grab them by their throat and snuff out their life. No, he wanted more.

He wanted to torture them. Make them scream a song that would be the most beautiful he has ever heard. He was going to fulfill his dream of his five-year-old daughter when Ankoku met him at a masquerade party.

They spoke, and something about Ankoku made him reveal his deepest secret. That's when Ankoku introduced him to his child, who has the quirk of immortality.

With this, he could fulfill his wish. Although it was expensive, being a whopping $25 a minute, he still paid half the price as a down price, wanting to meet this immortal child.

"Kahahaha!" Mr. Black laughed maniacally as he pulled out one of the child's teeth. He knew he didn't waste his money.

"Mr...Mr. Bla..." A distant voice called, but he didn't listen and kept going to town with the child. "MR. BLACK!!!" Ankoku's voice snapped him out of his trance. He stood naked in front of the bleeding child, sitting on the electricity chair, naked and bloody. His mask was still on, but it too was bloody. "Your time is up. I need my money."

Mr. Black stopped what he was doing and removed his gloves. He went to where he kept his phone and quickly deposited money into Ankoku's bank account.

With a ping, Ankoku looked down at his phone, his eyes widening in surprise. "$12,350!?" He looked at the man, "Do you want more time?"

"You read me well." Mr. Black replied, turning to the child. It was crying, with all four of its limbs missing and most of its teeth. Scars were littered around its body as tears of blood flowed down its eyes, covered by its hair. "Honestly, I will like to go for five more hours ---"

"Sorry, not happening." Ankoku cut him off, putting his phone in his pocket.

"What!? Please!" Mr. Black begged, walking to Ankoku. "I already paid you. Please extend my time."

"No. I have another customer coming." Ankoku sternly replied, shaking his head. "She is a regular at my business, so I don't want to make her angry."

"Please! I beg you." Mr. Black got on his knees, looking up at Ankoku. "I will pay you more. 20 thousand. No, 50 thousand. Just five more hours."

Ankoku has met multiple customers like this. For the four and a half years that his business has been open, there have been many customers who have gotten too hooked.

They wanted more hours, groveling at his feet and even paying him more, but he never extended their time. It's like giving a child candy. If they like it, they will ask for more. If you give them too much, they might get bored of it and look for something else.

He found that the trick was to send them away, unsatisfied. Ultimately, this will guarantee their return and more money for him.

"No." Ankoku replied, shaking his head. "Leave my house. You aren't getting more time."

"Fuck! I am not leaving!" Mr. Black stood up, walking to the torture table.

"Sigh." Something like this happened before. Due to him not being prepared, he got stabbed in his left eye, going blind. Reaching into his pants, Ankoku brought out a Glock G17 and pointed it at Mr. Black.

He didn't notice this and picked up a chainsaw, turning it on. "I will take it with me! It will be fucking mine, punk!" Mr. Black said while turning to face Ankoku. He froze when he noticed the pistol pointing at him and taking one step back.

"Yeah. That's what I thought." Ankoku spoke, glaring at the man. "Now, take your shit and leave."

"I-I thought we were friends." Mr. Black stuttered, turning off the chainsaw and returning it to its place. "Can I---"

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." Ankoku repeated, his voice a growl. "I won't be repeating myself."

Mr. Black clenched his fist and teeth, stomping to get his suit stained with some blood, his phone, and leaving. As he passed Ankoku, he grinned under his mask, gripping the knife hiding within his cloth and going for a stab.

*Bang* A bullet was shot from his Glock G17 that went through Mr. Black's head. He stumbled back before falling to the floor, dead. "Too bad. He would have been a good customer." Ankoku mumbled, looking down at his dead body. He pointed the gun at him and fired three more shots at his head just for good measures. "Just like that fucking bitch for last week. They got too obsessed quickly."

He returned his gun to its rightful position, turning to the child. "Oh~Kuragari. Look what he did to you." Ankoku feigns sympathy, rushing to Kuragari.

"...i-it hurts..." Kuragari cried in a weak voice, looking at its 'father.' "It hurts, daddy."

"Don't worry, Kuragari. Daddy is here." Ankoku smiled, going to the table filled with torture. "I will be 'resetting' you. Don't worry. You were useful to daddy, so all the pain will go away."

He picked up a massive knife and walked toward the crying child. "Shhh. You love daddy, right." Kuragari clenched its mouth shut, nodding. "You were useful, so daddy loves you. It will be quick. All your pain will disappear."

He held Kuragari's head, piercing the knife into his chest and stabbing his heart. Kuragari screamed in pain, spit and blood coming out its mouth. "Shhh. It will be over soon. Daddy loves you." He hugged the bloody child, a bored look on his face.

The child soon stopped screaming and 'died.' Suddenly, the blood, flesh, and other matter that once belonged to Kuragari flew from the area around it and started mending its body. The blood from its body was first, then the flesh and blood closer to it were used next, and in less than three seconds, its whole body was healed.

It looked like nothing had happened to it, with not a single blood stain remaining on its body.

"Such a beautiful sight." Ankoku smiled, going to hug the child. "Daddy loves you, and he will always love you as long as you are useful to him. So keep doing this, and daddy won't hate you."

Kuragari burst into tears and snots, hugging his father and clenching his shirt while continuously shouting, 'I love you, daddy.' Ankoku looked down at the crying child, stroking their head with affection.

'Such a powerful quirk.' He thought, smiling. 'I picked the right choice going back to get you.'

Kuragari had a powerful quirk he named immortality. The first ability is their eyes that seem to suck you in like the void, inflecting fear and sometimes complete paralysis based on how strong your mind is.

The other one is the main ability of the quirk, which makes Kuragari unable to completely die under any circumstances.

Basically, this is because, after Kuragari dies, or as Ankoku likes to call it, reset, it would immediately revive, with all of its wounds healing in only a few seconds, returning to its original state.

However, it only begins to heal after resetting. Otherwise, Kuragari's injuries will not heal immediately and will only heal at a natural rate. Resetting doesn't heal physical deformities that Kuragari was born with, such as its missing eyeballs.

Ankoku also learned that Kuragari passively uses its largest piece of body part as a base and collects the smaller pieces for regeneration. However, pieces that are too far away are not collected and instead replaced by growing new body parts. The leftover piece will then stop working.

Notably, Kuragari can regenerate from a severed body part, no matter how far the location of that severed part is from the rest, but only if that body part is the largest part remaining of their body. Due to this, is why Ankoku refrains from damaging Kuragari's brain or making its head a smaller piece of body part.

He fears that if Kuragari regenerates its head, specifically, its brain, it will forget about him and become a whole new person. 'You are mine, little Kuragari.'

They stayed like this until Kuragari stopped crying, and Ankoku smiled down at it. "Don't worry. After today, we will move away, and you won't have to feel any more pain."

"Ok, daddy." Kuragari replied in a weak voice.

*Knock Knock* A knock suddenly came from the front door, interrupting their moment. Ankoku smiled, knowing it was his loyal customer. "Wait here." He commanded Ankoku, who sat meekly on the electric chair. He closed the curtain, hiding what was behind, before walking to the door.

Ankoku put his hands on his gun, looking through the peephole before opening the door. Standing on the other side was a tall woman wearing a cloak that covered her from head to toe and a red full-face mask, with sky blue eyes looking through the eyehole.

For the years Ankoku has been working with her, he hasn't seen any other part of her body except her eyes and sometimes her spiky dark purple hair.

"Wellcome, Lady Night." Ankoku greeted with a wide smile, removing his hands from his gun. "I have been expecting you."

She said nothing and walked past Ankoku into the apartment. "I already sent the payment to your phone for three hours." Her voice was a bit husky, but he knew it was because of a voice changer.

"I saw it." Ankoku replied, closing the door behind him. "Also, I would like to tell you today is the last day of business."

She turned to face him, "Why is that?"

"I have enough money to move on to a better life." Ankoku shrugged, going to his couch and sitting. "I am not planning on continuing this business. The cops might get a scent of it."

"I will buy Kuragari if you don't want him." Lady Night spoke, staring at Ankoku. "How much will he cost?"

"It." Ankoku corrected, bringing out Mr. Black's phone he had picked up and looking down at it. It was already unlocked, so he went to work on it. "And it isn't for sale, so use today to wrap up your business with it. Oh, and there is a dead body of a fat man back there. Just ignore it."

The woman said nothing and went to the back, closing the curtain behind her. Ankoku continued working on Mr. Black's phone, recounting the time he met Lady Night.

She was his first few customers and the one who has stayed with him the longest. He met her at a masquerade party, similar to how he met his other customers. She was postpartum depression and needed a way to vent before she snapped at her own child.

He introduced her to Kuragari, who was only half a month old at that time, and immediately took interest in him. Back then, only little things like suffocation or spanking Kuragari were allowed, and she was not allowed to leave any permanent, physical wounds. She was the reason Ankoku learned about Kuragari's resetting quirk because she had stabbed a knife in its heart in one of her sessions.

Only three months later, after she started coming, Ankoku found out her child had died due to the conversation he overheard her talking to Kuragari about. After that, she started seeing Kuragari as her child, playing mother some days and using it to vent some other days. This has been going on for more than three years now.

"But today is the last day." Ankoku mumbled to himself, sending all the money from Mr. Black's bank account to his secret bank account. "Too bad." He never approved of how Lady Night treated Kuragari as her child, but she paid 5k plus every day she comes, so he doesn't complain openly.

Time went by, and Ankoku stood up from his couch, going to the back and drawing the curtains. As he expected, Kuragari was sitting on Lady Night's lap as she quietly spoke to it.

He frowned, speaking in a stern voice. "Times up. Get out." He didn't even try to hide his hostility, holding out his hands. "Come here, Kuragari." Kuragari quickly got off Lady Night's lap and went to hold his hands.

"I will be on my way." Lady Night spoke, standing up and fixing her hair within her cloak. She walked to the door, eyed by both Ankoku and Kuragari, opening the door. "I will see you later, Kuragari." With that, she closed the door and left.

"Fucking bitch." Ankoku mumbled, kneeling in front of Kuragari. "Don't ever listen to what she says, you hear?"

"Yes." Kuragari noded.

"She is a liar and hates you. Only daddy loves you." He hugged Kuragari, with it hugging him back. "She only wants to take you away and make you feel pain. Do you hear?"

"Yes." Kuragari noded.

"You are useful to me, so daddy loves you." Ankoku whispered, "If you keep being useful, daddy will keep loving you and take away all of your pain."

"I will always be useful." Kuragari replied, a wide smile on its face. "So daddy can love me."

"Good." Ankoku replied, kissing its forehead. "You are the best tool I ever wish to have." He smiled, patting Kuragari's head. "And I will never make you feel any more pain if you keep being useful."

Ankoku went to where Kuragari's ragged dress was hanging, dressing it. "Today, we are going to move far away from here, to a new place. None of those evil people," He paused, "including Lady Night, will be coming to meet you. We will be all alone."

"Okay." Kuragari smiled, nodding.

"Now, lets---"

*Knock Knock* A knock came from the door, interrupting him. "Who is it now?" Ankoku groaned, standing up and drawing the curtain, keeping Kuragari behind it.

He went to the door, looking through the peephole but saw no one. "Those fucking kids are playing ding-dong ditch again." Ankoku mumbled, referring to the kids that live in room 427.

Since the door hadn't been locked after Lady Night left, he angrily yanked open the door only to receive a punch to the face.

Chapter End~~

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Word Count: 3460

Quite a lot of words and took me a long time to write. I hope it wasn't a bad and/or boring read. If the chapter is too long, please tell me. I know that many people, including myself, suffers from TLDR syndrome, so I want to know if this length is perfect or too long.