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But as Kaina stood there, staring at the body, her eyes darkened, the weight of her actions pressing down on her soul. Her hands began to tremble, her mouth dry, and she clenched her fists tightly, trying to control the shaking.
"I don't want to do this anymore..." she whispered to herself, the words almost choked with emotion. The darkness within her grew, gnawing at the edges of her mind. The life of a hero wasn't as clear-cut as it seemed. Every shot she fired took a part of her with it, and no matter how many villains she stopped, she could feel her humanity slipping away bit by bit.
Kaina lowered her weapon, her breath shallow and uneven.What am I becoming?The weight of being a hero, the choices she had to make, and the lives she had to take began to pile up. For a moment, she wished for the simplicity of her conversations with Itachi—a quiet moment where the weight of the world didn't feel so heavy.
But there was no time for that now. She had a duty. And duty, as always, came before her desires.
With one last glance at the fallen villain, she turned and walked away, her heart heavy with regret.
As Kaina stood over the fallen villain, a familiar voice crackled through her earpiece.
"Mission successful, Lady Nagant. You can return now."
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the words sink in. The confirmation of her kill sent a cold shiver down her spine. With a deep sigh, she replied, "Understood," her voice flat, devoid of emotion.
Kaina slung her rifle over her shoulder, glancing one last time at the lifeless figure before her. Despite the success of the mission, a heavy weight lingered in her chest, one that never seemed to go away no matter how many times she heard those words.
"Another job done," she muttered bitterly, her breath forming small clouds in the cold night air.
As she made her way through the dark streets, the city lights flickering in the distance, her thoughts wandered back to her phone call with Itachi. His calm, steady voice had been a brief solace in the chaos. She wished she could've told him more, that she could confide in him the weariness that came with her work. But there was no time for vulnerability in her line of duty, not when the Hero Public Safety Commission (HPSC) had their eyes on her every move.
When Kaina finally arrived at the HPSC headquarters, she walked through the cold, sterile halls, the click of her boots echoing in the silence. The atmosphere inside the building was always tense—clinical, devoid of warmth, just like the missions they assigned.
A receptionist nodded at her as she approached. "Report to the Director," they said, barely making eye contact.
Kaina sighed softly and proceeded down the hallway, her steps slow and deliberate. The walls were lined with portraits of heroes, each face staring down at her with the kind of righteousness the HPSC demanded. But Kaina knew better. She had been molded into something different—something darker.
When she entered the Director's office, she was met with the cold, sharp gaze of the man behind the desk. He was dressed immaculately, his posture rigid, exuding authority with every movement.
"Lady Nagant," he said, his voice like ice. "Another mission completed flawlessly, as expected."
Kaina nodded, offering no words. She knew the script by now.
"You've done excellent work. Your efficiency continues to serve the Commission well. With Endeavor now at the top and your recent promotion to No. 3, you're in the prime of your career."
"Thank you," Kaina responded, her voice monotone, her face an emotionless mask. Inside, she felt nothing but hollow.
The Director leaned forward, clasping his hands together on the desk. "But remember, Lady Nagant, there's no room for hesitation in our line of work. We eliminate threats before they become disasters. The world needs heroes willing to do what others won't."
Eliminate threats.The words echoed in her mind, cold and mechanical. She wasn't a hero. She was a weapon, and they wielded her as such.
"Yes, sir," Kaina replied, her voice devoid of life.
"You're dismissed," the Director said, turning his attention to the paperwork on his desk, as if she had already ceased to exist in his world.
Kaina turned and left the office, the hollow feeling growing inside her with every step. As she walked out of the building and into the night once more, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer she could keep doing this—how long until she broke.
She pulled out her phone, glancing at Itachi's name in her recent contacts. For a moment, she considered calling him back. Maybe she could talk to him, tell him everything weighing on her heart. But then she shook her head and put the phone away.
Not yet.
She wasn't ready to burden him with her darkness. Not yet.
Timeskip 3 months:
For three months, Itachi continued reaching out to Kaina, his texts and calls filled with warmth and genuine concern. Every time he reached out, Kaina responded with her usual, "I'm busy... I don't have time," masking her true feelings behind a smile that no one could see. Itachi, with his sharp intuition, always sensed that something was off. But he never pressed her, always replying with, "Okay, take care," giving her space, though his heart whispered that she was hiding something.
Itachi would often think about Kaina in quiet moments, wondering what burden she was carrying that she refused to share. He understood the weight of responsibility, the loneliness of walking a difficult path, but he couldn't shake the feeling that her distance wasn't just about being "busy." His instinct told him there was more beneath the surface.
On her end, Kaina tried to keep up appearances. Despite the grueling nature of her work with the Hero Public Safety Commission (HPSC), she wore a smile whenever they spoke. She'd laugh at his jokes, tease him a little, and pretend everything was fine. But when she hung up, the mask fell away, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
One evening, after a particularly tough mission, Kaina sat alone in her dimly lit apartment. Her body was tired, but her mind was even more exhausted. As she scrolled through her phone, she saw Itachi's name at the top of her messages, along with a few missed calls. She smiled a little, remembering how persistent he could be. But that smile faded quickly as her thoughts drifted to what her life had become.
She whispered to herself, "If only he knew... What would he think of me if he knew what I was doing?"
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