i got fire in my soul | reference | khr!au
conceptually, not a vongola tenth generation reincarnation au. OFA is actually a Sky Flame, and #1, seeing what AFO had carelessly thrown away, actually has a latent Quirk that allows him to pass it on. wip snippet below.
//note: i refer to the bald guy as Rokudo, because i assume he’s #6//
One second she is heading back to her agency, the next, the two-story commercial building a block ahead of her explodes. Nana doesn’t spare a thought for her bed, and sprints to the scene. She circles the area, pages for a rescue-team, and picks her way to inadvisable corners.
In one of these inadvisable corners, she finds her coffee shop acquaintance of the past six weeks.
“Swallow,” Rokudo hisses, and his blood is gathered in the crevices of his outstretched palm and pooling around him. His body is more rubble than flesh, buried and pierced. This, Nana knows as well as the fact that Rokudo should be dead. And he is well on his way.
She is crouched before him, hands uselessly raised. How she’s found him still alive, how she hasn’t met the villain who’s done this, Nana can only attribute to her volatile luck.
Nana does not want to drink his blood. The stories, the half-truth stories he’d entertained her with all these weeks prior, her brain is connecting the dots. A bigger conspiracy than she and Sorahiko have ever pictured haunts Japan, and Nana has stumbled right in the middle.
“I don’t want it.”
“You must,” he tells her. “All for One… he must not have this.”
The half-truth stories. A man who hunted and hunted, always honing in on one particular prey, who kept changing shapes to escape. First you, then you, then you… Nana stares with trepidation at the trembling hand, the way Rokudo’s beetle-black eyes flash burnished orange and a little flame ignites from his forehead.
Slowly, she catches and supports that proffered limb. She pulls the glove off her free hand using her teeth at the fingertips. With the utmost delicacy, Nana dabs two clean fingers in the pool of blood caught in his lifelines. “This better not kill me,” she jests half-heartedly.
“Ch…” Rokudo scoffs, and he watches Nana taste his blood, he must see her grimace and her throat tense with the urge to spit. But she gets it down anyway, and slides her glove back on. “Run fast, girl. He’s hunting.”
It feels almost comfortable, the warmth spreading in the pit of her stomach. She can almost ignore the iron burning her tongue, and she does when she realizes that, like a candle, Rokudo has gone from enduring to flickering. Nana hears a dissonant humming, and a slow, methodical step. Judging by his grimace, he hears it too. All for One is a greedy, sadistic hunter who does not expect anything out of his prey.
Nana meets the flickering orange-black-orange eyes. “With my Dying Will,” she says softly, reciting lines that have been passed down generation to generation, “I promise to protect this Flame.”
One sweep of her hand across his forehead, and the flame is wiped out.
She flees the scene.
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