𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ||𝐊.𝐁 & 𝐈.𝐌||

VIII: Fawn-Colored Deceit

Nods and murmurs of agreement followed after this announcement, "And Hagakure and Ojiro, meet me in my office first thing tomorrow."

The two nodded, as Katsuki held out a hand for Izuku to grab, leading everyone out of the room than the hotel.

. . . Meanwhile . . .

While they rested comfortably one person decided to link with some associates that had some news they could've been delighted to hear.

"So? Who is Izuku Midoriya? What family does he come from?" A fawn-haired woman questioned, gripping an orange envelope with money, not undermining the hungry gaze from her associate.

"Money, sweetheart, otherwise no information." A burgundy-haired man answered, nonchalantly waving his hand. "It's just the way I operate."

Camie scoffed, "It's Utsushimi to you; secondly tell me the damn information and I'll give you everything that's in this envelope: Double your asking price."

The man raised his brow, "Well then Utsushimi, You can Call me Wolfram and as for what I've got, you better listen close because I'm not saying it again."

She leaned in close, her dominant hand hovering around her gun tuck in her skirt's waistband before anything bad happened, "Go on."

"Izuku Midoriya, He turned 21 on July 15th, and based on background research he was a captive of Katsuki Clan because the boy had broken one of Katsuki's rules of snooping around May." Wolfram started, "I don't know what happened but they started to date and that's it."

Camie gritted her teeth, "I need to know his ENTIRE known past. Before he met Katsuki."

Wolfram cleared his throat, "Before he got captured he lived with his mother. His routine was the same, wake up doing household chores before going to do work for his neighbors before heading to the library to do some research about the head of the Katsuki clan then come back. And repeat."

Camie ruffled her hair. All of that was useless... unless..?

Something else Wolfram added intrigued her, and might've just been worth all this waiting, "Oh and I shouldn't forget to add but his mother and he are one another's lifelines, if that helps in any case."

A malicious smirk overlaid itself on Camie's lips, tossing the envelope full of cash onto the floor in front of wolfram's feet.

She eyed him, watching him bend down and open it up, counting 10 thousand dollars; double what he had asked for initially. "Wolfram, If you can get me some resource men and Miss Midoriya's address, I'll toss in another 3,000."

Wolfram nodded, a dry laugh exiting his mouth, "Tomorrow. I'll get you your people and the address."

She nodded, "Pleasure doing business with you." before walking off to the black Escalade that was waiting to take her back to her hotel.

As the car sped northbound she finally turned on her phone, hissing at the illumination before she looked at the recent notifications.

20 missed calls from 'Tami'.

Camie rolled her eyes, stuffing her phone into her purse not bothering to pick up the pregnant woman's calls. "Godammit Tatami, why do you have to be so bothersome?"

Her gaze shifted to the window, watching everything move like a blur.

. . . Next Day . . .

Izuku sat on the couch in the lounge room, texting his mom to see how she was doing since they hadn't talked in a few days.

They'd plan on meeting again some other time since there was still the matter of someone out to kill him but Inko agreed to text whenever.

His gaze shifted over to the empty wall that posed as an investigation board, and so far they had zero leads. Too bad they decided to shoot first, ask later- because there wasn't anyone left to ask.

That didn't matter though.

They'd find someone responsible and they wouldn't rest until they did.

While those downstairs focused on formulating a plan, Katsuki was having a meaningful conference with the couple who just had the worst night of their lives.

But deep down he felt it. A shift in his alignment that something was more than just wrong than a crashed wedding.

Maybe... Just maybe...

This gut feeling of his was trying to warn him; warn him of the impending and soon to be unfixable doom that stood outside Miss Midoriya's home.

A plump smirk overlaid her lips, preparing to knock on the apartment's door, with a snap of her fingers two men joined her side.

Deceit was key here. And she was a master at it.