Why Does Everything Here Have a Mascot...? || Levi

Mutants targeted? How could she understand? Leviathan was a nobody. A girl with a simple quirk that was easy to hide. The only strange thing about her was her complexion. The only weird thing about her was seeing in gray-scale, but no one else knew that. At least, no one in her life anymore. Screens were already difficult enough for her, but thanks to new technology, she was able to see with a few fixes. She had planned this day with Chimera some time before, it wasn't just a spur of the moment thing. Levi had nothing but time. Studying, reading, watching videos online and playing any instrument that came into her house. It wasn't long until she heard of Semper Fi, as well as read who it really effected.

Levi wore a simple outfit, one with a bit more color than normal. A lavender shirt with a skull printed on the front of it. Tight skinny blue jeans, and a red flannel coat wrapped around her waist. On her head was a black sun hat, with a blue ribbon wrapped around it. She never did coordinate colors, but why would she care?

She walked down the street, with nothing but money and cards pressed on the inside of her tiny pockets, with a phone tucked in her breast. She could spot her fuzzy friend a mile away, but thankfully, it was just a block for her. her face was glowing, with a bright smile, and her iconic pale skin. Maybe it was just how her skin was, or maybe it was layers of white foundation. No one really knew, and no one dared ask. Levi waited for the street to clear before running and sneaking up to the boy.

She reached out and patted him on the back. "Hey superstar!" she would say to him, "I guess selling our first album is gonna be a whole lot easier if you're famous, huh?" She would say to him, "You wanna go inside, or you wanna walk around?"

Today, they were tourists. Neither born native to this country, they were both outsiders, one more than the other.

Sometimes she forgot how tall he stood, counting his horns and all. He was a monster in that sense, but not because he was a goat, mostly because he was well... tall. Compared to others, she felt a bit average, but to him, even if only a few centimeters, it just made her feel small next to him. He was like a massive plusie that walked, talked and ate. Any maybe that was the reason she enjoyed spending time with him. It was like reliving a childhood she never had. After all, all she knew was working for Seki, and reading books alone in her room.

"I'm pretty sure Motorhead cried too when their bassist died." She would say to him, "Plus, singing about the whole thing would be preeeety metal." Her thoughts were on the video, on the articles, on just, well, everything. It was hard to try and relate to it all. IF she was there, she would try to survive, to get out. But seeing her father's charred body, to have her ex reduced to a terrorist, kinda, nothing effected her anymore. She was a shell of who she used to be. She wasn't even sure if she knew how to smile right anymore. Her world was without color. Without color, everything was bland. It was living an old movie, all the time. What would be the difference to surround her with even more death?

"Only if you bring proof, should we buy a bunch of onion rings first?" she asked him. As he started to make his way, she followed suit, keeping pace with him, looking at all of the shops to see what could offer the young boy. Levi didn't know that much of Japan, but she figured it was something to be fun after everything that happened. Point at a few piles of shit with faces, buy some body pillows, relate to an egg, it was gonna be fun.

"Been fine. Kinda back to studying and reading at home." she would tell him, "School was never really my thing anyways. Though, living two floors above a nightclub is pretty insane, even if it's sound proofed. Pro heroes come in all the time, and even some famous vigilantes. Maybe I'll do that. I mean, we're all gonna stop crime, and maybe when you and Darren and the guys get your license too, I can get mine again." Levi smiled, looking and pointing at a small boutique. With it, a few of Japan's finest mascots in the window, wearing and holding some of the merchandise. "Oh, did you guys have Gutegama back in America?" She pointed at the eye with a weird sense of joy on her face. The egg was cracked and spilled onto the ground, saddened, or sobbing it seemed. All of the toys, bags and other things held a similar depiction of him.

The thoughts of her father burning alive in that building, haunted her. But she knew he didn't suffer. He was someone who created the perfect situations. He died, because he wanted to die. But like everything else in her life, it left without a good bye. There was no final words. Only the cold feeling of loneliness. He was gone, and she did not feel sad, only alone. She knew there was only one person he would even remotely allow to end his life, along with her sisters. She could never find the strength to ask her why she did it, why she killed them, but the memories of her parents, long forgotten, was enough for her to sleep at night. She remembered who she really was, and she wasn't sure if to thank the man for dying, or curse him for dying so soon. She just wanted to hear his voice, one last time...

Lost in her mind, she completely skipped past his words as they wandered Tokyo, only to judge one of the many strange icons. "I've heard Red Horn has done it before, Army of One too. Though, I think the whole vomiting spiders thing, might have been a factor for her." Mutants like that gave her the heeby jeebies. But she was a nice woman. She was around the Pink Jackal too, watching over some of the vigilantes and their missions and tasks. She was there to make sure no one got into too much trouble. They were her extra set of eyes and hands, but not like she really needed more eyes, OR hands for that matter. Every little bit helps, she assumed.

"i think he suffers some clinical depression. I think it might be the mother, either before or after her children got eaten, or it might be the child after the mo got eaten. Not really sure which is which, to be completely honest." she would say, "Welcome to Japan. The only thing more questionable is probably Korean horror stories." she would say, taking a step away from the stop to keep making her way down the streets to head towards more stores. There wasn't much to talk about for the egg, but if he wanted to continue, they could, while finding something more interesting. "Like hat one bedtime story about the hard boiled egg. Now that gave me nightmares."

"Huh. nightmares. My parents told me that story?" She wondered to herself. The more things made sense, the less they really did.

It was weird, to think about how long anime had been around, and how little time quirks were. It was living a real life anime, or a comic. Super heroes and villain around ever corner. Everyone had powers now, be it something crazy powerful, or something as simple as, well drugging someone with your touch.

"My quirk is so fucking lame..." she thought to herself. It was better than nothing, and at least she didn't really have a weakness, that was, except for being colorblind. To only see colors when she used her quirk, seemed like a small cost compared to the others. It wasn't like Chimera was able to turn off his fluffy coat, or his horns. The emitters were the lucky ones. She would always remember that.

"Yeah, my parents were from Korea. They came here as refugees." She would say, looking at the mod cafe, wondering if he was hungry yet. Or was he looking away for other reasons? "I was a kid then, I didn't remember my name. So my mentor called me Leviathan, because of my quirk unlocking floodgates or whatever. My birth name is Ayase, though I don't think that means anything anymore." She smiled, pointing over at the Maid Cafe, "You wanna check out the maid cafe? Or are you more of a Host Club type of guy? I won't tell anyone." She said it with a cheeky smile. It was a harmless joke, but the more she thought about him being Satan Mercury, the more she started to wonder...

"My sisters used to call me Aya sometimes. I thought it was Japanese for something, turns out they knew my name before I did." She would quickly spill the fact, without thinking much of it. Her mind would have lingered on all of their slit throats and charred remains, if it wasn't for the fact that her only real friend, had also taken up a new name, and one from myth as well.

"Minotaur." She would answer him in regards to Darren's new name. "He's dumb enough to want to be a beast despite all of them being basically mentally unavailable." Another case of Levi throwing shade at a boy who asked far too much of a stranger. Someone who wanted to be famous, but could never have enough brainpower to learn an instrument correctly.

"Huge boobs. I know." she would say, speaking up while he thought of a more simple way to say it. She saw the competitions of the servers seeing who was the best. Was a weird Vicky's Secret type of deal, but fetishized to waitresses. But it wasn't like it was against their will. They could have worked a normal job, but they chose to work there, to be a servant of people's eyes, much like the waiters and waitresses of the maid and host cafes. "I think they wanna be a servant. They probably get off on it more than the customers do. . . and with that in mind I don't think I wanna stare at men in suits anymore." Upon his other idea of an anime cafe, Levi tried to think or one that could entertain them both, and wasn't somehow racist or awkward to her friend.

Although...

"There's a Tanuki one like a block or so from here." she would say, lifting her hand to point in the general direction. "Or we can look for a goat one, you can take off your shirt and see how long until they realize you're human and not one of the animals. . . I mean, unless you would rather spend money than save it." She would smile, and playfully nudge her friend. "I'm totally joking... unless you wanna do that, then I am so fuckin' down to do that."

Sometimes it took a while for the brain to process info, and in front of Kasey, even more so. Everything she did and was, defied logic in some way. Still, Levi couldn't find her explanation for why, or how her quirk worked. Was it based on calcium? Then drinking milk would have helped right? But she didn't. It was like her quirk was fueled on booze and stalking Levi to make sure she wasn't setting something else on fire. Which, to be frank, was far more often than Levi wanted to admit. Even for a girl who lost everything to a fire. But perhaps that was what enticed her.

Levi didn't really think about things in a way that the average girl should have. Her view was skewed, maybe even more than some comic book cannibal who killed people for good things. Ha, what a story that would be. But trying to get her friend to pose as a domesticated animal to get some free food. Was it the rebel in her, or was she just as mad as her sibling?

"I mean, who said you would sit in a chair?" Perhaps it was a different side of her showing, one that was better locked away behind closed doors. ". . . I won't confirm, or deny your speculation." She would say back to him, and for once, she didn't really know the answer. Was it just to goof around, was she trying to get her friend to do dumb things, or was it just more than that?

It wasn't long after until he stood up erect, an seemed to correct himself, backtracking.

"I told you, I'm over it." she would say with a smile, her mind lingering on the image of her charcoal father. "You kinda get used to the feeling after a while. Besides, we're chillin together. I ain't got time to be down, when I'm up~!"

Maybe it was the lack of parenting, or actually remembering her true history had made her so cold. Or maybe it was the frozen heart that had deceived her not that long ago. Was it her guardian who obviously had a hand with villains to make his living? Levi was numb to the world, for better or worse. It was nothing to her, and that was the problem. Nothing seemed to hurt her. She had to be strong. She never let herself cry. Not now. Not ever again.

The hand placed on her should pushed her to her limit, but still she did not bend or break. She knew he cared, but that was not enough to get her tears to flow. She may have been honest with him, but never would she ever let anyone see her in pain again.

"Everyone is going to break your heart eventually." Levi told him, "Sometimes on purpose, by sleeping with someone else. Other times by accident, by breaking your rare collectible." She forgave everyone, and everything. But it did not mean she had ever forgotten. "Right now, I just wanna enjoy my time with you." She would say, a smile still on her face. Her eyes dry, refusing to cry.

"Don't marsh my mellow." She would say in English, her first attempt at speaking those words outside of her own home. "Don't worry, I kinda vent at this one guy at home, he's a good listener... when he's not talking."