Author's Note

The only difference between a hero and the villain is that the villain chooses to use that power in a way that is selfish and hurts other people.

Chadwick Boseman.

Read. Review. Mihoy Minoy.

A Welcome Welcome

''P-Please.~'' a voice begged. ''No more. . .'' the sound of a whip cracking against skin sounded again and again.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

''I-I didn't mean to, i-it was an accident!'' another lash came, only towards the face, ripping flesh apart and giving a wicked cut that would leave a heavy scar. The tone of the room save for the sound of crying, the whip being struck was full of malice.

''Now,'' a another voice came into the fray, sounded nonetheless pleased that this was going on, but maintained a strict tone as a parent would. ''I don't think you've learned your lesson, Last Order, but I am willing to give you a chance to explain what exactly it is that you did wrong and how you plan to fix it,'' the voice sighed and waited for a explanation.

''Well, you see,'' Last Order stood up from her place on the floor, the cold, dirty floor made her shiver. ''I only wanted some new friends to play with, and I-I was having fun, but. . .'' Last Order looked back to the floor in shame.

''But what?'' the other voice demanded. ''Look at me when you speak to me, or I'll make this a whole lot worse than what it needs to be.''

Last Order flinched, scrambling to not burst into tears, but managed to look her master in the face. ''I-I kinda used that one thing that you told me not to touch, and it w-went sideways,''

Crack! Last Order was struck in the throat, instantly screaming at the force of the whip slashing a cut and almost knocking her back as she tried to find air, when only barely any would come. The sound of high heels coming towards her forced her to try and crawl backwards to avoid anymore punishment, but it was too late as she was grabbed by her hair and dragged over into a room with a single light-bulb providing light and the presence of flies and the most horrible of smells.

''No! No! NO! NO! NO!~ N-MMMPH!'' Last Order's head was forced into a toilet, her eyes and cuts on her face and throat instantly burning. Her vision began to blur as she struggled to not breathe in any of the foreign and disgusting things. She thought it was over when she was brought up for air, hacking and crying.

''I will ask this one more time, and I expect a good answer. Where. Did. He. Go?'' the figure holding her down held her head back, forcing her to look at the ceiling and barely see the illumination of the light, and the sight of eyes that could bore a hole in her skull. ''Take a moment to think it over before I come to my own conclusion.''

Last Order could barely breathe, her tears running down her face as she tried and tried to get away, only to end up being shook back and forth to stop. She had to think of something quick, or she would be dead. But she didn't have a clue where, or even what exactly happened.

''U-Um. . .I-I. . .''

''Yes?''

''D-Don't know!~'' Last Order yelled as best she could, her voice hoarse and beginning to fade. ''P-Please, have mercy on me!''

The figure closed their eyes, sighing and letting Last Order go. Did it work? She's gonna be spared?

''I hoped you would be a more reliable source of entertainment, but I guess not,'' shackles were attached to her legs and arms as she was forced in a sitting position. ''But, when you find out something of value, I'll know where you'll be. Enjoy your appointment.~''

''Wait. . .~'' Last Order weakly said, groaning as her throat was shackled. ''W-Why are you d-doing this?''

''Because-'' Last Order was forced back into the toilet to the very bottom, small wisps of her voice yelling being heard as she struggled, though it was pointless. ''-I need to find him before he becomes too much for even me to deal with.'' the door and light was shut and turned off as a sliding door unfurled and covered the door, seeming as if it was never there.

The streets began to beckon as the night began to wind down. The rain came in light sprinkles as the once busy streets of this certain stretch of Chinatown was quiet.

''Hmmph. Good help is so hard to come by, isn't it?'' another voice crawled out of the darkness, a simple sword being drawn to the new figure's throat. ''Whoa there, it's just me, Lady Junko,'' the female chuckled, pointing the tip of the weapon away.

''Oh, it is you, Chloe,'' Junko said, sheathing her weapon and continuing her walk. ''And what are you doing here?''

Chloe laughed, pulling out a red and black umbrella and her black and red biker jacket embroidered with the Abysmal's name, offering it to Junko as they walked down the street. Chloe was a woman of simple principle and living, from how she dressed to how she talked. The look of mirth in her green eyes was questionable to Junko. She wondered what she could want.

''You know how it is for us, One; you should know we'd never let you be by yourself even if you can handle yourself, that and I've been doing some looking into those matters like you instructed me to do,'' Chloe smiled, handing Junko a few photographs.

''Good work, your hardwork is to be commended.'' Junko said, stuffing the photos in her pocket, feeling the wetness of the rain on her white hair. ''I like the rain, you know.''

''And what is that, my lady?''

Junko strolled from under the umbrella, walking right into the small torrent of rain on her clothes and face. ''It, like few things are free form, so we as humans only really have a small grip on how to control it. Mankind tries to control everything and that which they strive to understand down to the simplest form.'' Junko said, looking at her follower just smiling that same smile and waiting for her to continue.

''Let me ask you a question, and be 100% honest. . .Do you approve of what it is we. . .or really, what I do? Is it wrong in your eyes? And don't worry about sparing my feelings, this is a honest question.''

Chloe thought about it for a good while, kicking her feet and then humming to herself before speaking. ''Of course not, my lady; if anything everyone else is wrong for not seeing things the way you do. Greatness to the degree your passions is is almost blinding that we that are beneath you are not fit to be breathing the same air as you!~'' Chloe skipped over, giving a indication to give Junko a hug, which she accepted. ''You saved my life, so why wouldn't I ever not follow you to the end of the universe itself?''

Hmm, hearing that display of admiration and conviction peaked Junko's interest for a second, but only just.

If only he could see things that way.

''Hmm. . .well thank you for your honesty, Chloe, I appreciate it, and know that it is for a good reason why I asked you. I may have gained a little bit of a insight on what those not of us may or may not feel, but I do have one thing that I will say.'' Junko said, rubbing a hand through Chloe's brown hair.

''Yes, my lady?'' Chloe asked, bouncing from toe to toe.

''Stop with being simple. . .the time for expression is now, and wearing the exact same clothes and having your hair in the same style is lackluster.'' Junko said, Chloe looking shocked.

''Lady Junko, how could you say that? This is the way you presented me when you saved my life all those years ago! I have even made sure to try not to get it dirty at all throughout the 3 years of me being bonded to this!~''

Junko shook her head, clutching the jacket around her to try and keep her checkered shirt clean. This was something that she wouldn't fully be able to understand, though she well had more than enough power and influence to force someone to help her understand, it wouldn't yield the result she truly wanted. But more than anything, in this world; power is absolute and he who controls those with the most power will be closer to having exactly whatever their heart could desire.

However, this burning feeling in her chest just refuses to be quenched by any normal means. Something needed to be done, and needed to be done now.

'As long as I control everything, in time, I will have what it is that I want. . .even if nobody else is willing to see my vision, they will help make it come true.' Junko thought to herself, and the first step of that would be to track down the one person she knows can help, and he will, whether it is of his own choice or not.