It was a nip of a mosquito that awoken Himiko from her slumber. Her eyes turned to the source of the irritation. A tiny, minuscule mosquito. If she could guess its age, maybe infancy. She wouldn't know about the biology of certain creatures. It never had to apply to anything of her everyday life. She observed it, watching it absorb her blood to seek its nutrients. Her skin became red, still watching it getting its fill. As if she was the mother suckling her young for milk. For a moment, if not a spell, she would it find it charming. Maybe in the least, cute. She awed and gave it a hand, right across the source of her irritation. The mosquito was dead, no longer can provide its' purpose. Its' time was done. Under her breath, the blonde whispered to it, "Au revoir, farewell. I bid you adieu and good morrow." She flicked it from her sight but didn't do anything to relieve the itch for it was becoming pleasant. Something about that slight irritation urged her, better yet provoke a hint of excitement.

Nothing like a slight tension of pain. It was good for the synapses. A grateful or fateful reminder that she was alive and well. The latter of which depended on the perspective of the word. Well, as in she could use a drink. Well, as in she is healthy according to her doctor. If one were to delve into that territory, it carried on the next meaning of well. Well, as in if her therapist were giving her the right dosage of her medication. Speaking of which, the blonde thought, she couldn't remember the last time she visited a doctor, a pharmacist, or her therapist. Alas, the word well came in full circle with her. However people viewed her inside and her outside, it matter not. She knew what she was. She knew what she was capable of.

Himiko Toga was going to do whatever Himiko Toga was going to do. This was her world. She wondered why they said the world is their oyster? An oyster was nothing more than food; scoop it out, steal the pearl, and crush the shell. The world was like a shark. Kill or be killed. Kill to survive. That was more logical in her mind. Yet again, just like the mosquito she killed, she didn't mind a hint of pain every now and again.

Or better yet, she didn't mind giving pain either.

How long was she out, she thought. On the surface of the people, she was going for walk with her pet. Blame it on the lack of food or not taking her prescribed medication, she had a dizzy spell and took a seat. She didn't know it would turn into a siesta.

The park grew ever darker. Soon the shadows of the trees would blend into the blackness and their silhouettes against the sky would grow less pronounced. As the view disappeared the sounds emerged as if the volume was being steadily turned upward. The breaking of simple leaves or twigs became the focus of Himiko's attention. She detected the loam fragrance in the autumnal breeze and glanced upward to catch a glimpse of the moon before a dark cloud erased its precious silver rays.

Brokenness.

She stretched her arms as she gave herself a yawn. On her other hand, she noticed a leather belt around her hand. She snapped her fingers. "Of course, you silly goose," she told herself teasingly. "I was supposed to be walking my pet." She pulled the leather belt that was her a leash. "Come, my pet." There was a hint of silence. Himiko wasn't upset for she was asleep so therefore her pet was going to take a rest. She loved and admired her pet. He was a bit fussy at the beginning when she found him.

Abandoned, misbegotten, left alone in the alley. Caught in a trap that was designed to harm anybody who laid their paws on it. He was bruised, injurious from head to toe. Himiko knew he was a fighter. In fact, she saw him when he battled some tomcats. He fought, he screamed, he cried, and he bleed.

Left alone. Quirkless and drained, the blonde made it her full responsibility to nurse her pet back to health.

She hasn't looked back ever since.

And neither has Deku. Even if he wanted to or not.

"Wake up, my pet Deku." Himiko yanked the leash a little rougher. Himiko was touched as her pet, Deku, came into plain sight. She was touched, seeing her Deku kneeling in a position of being a good pet. Deku was a biter, so she had a bridle to lessen his biting habits. A studded, princess-cut diamond collar adorned his neck. She spared no expense for her Deku.

"Himiko's Pet" was marked on his control. Her pet, her love, her everything. Actually, she wanted it labeled as "My Little Bitch." However, it was too many characters to fit on the badge. Nevertheless, whatever name he was to Himiko, he would answer. That was his purpose; what he lived for and what he was served to do.

"Come Deku," she managed to pull him onto the seat. "Let's no be too fussy." She clicked her tongue. "I know that Mommy has been sleeping for quite a spell. Sorry that I left you all alone."

He muffled through his bridle. His eyes watered. Under the light, Deku looked like a precious gem. She was touched, acting like he was having a horrible time with her. Oh, he is so modest. Pretending that he needs rescuing. Like he needs help. Oh, honey. Nothing brings me great joy than to see you being nothing more than at the bottom of my shoe. She snapped her fingers. "You're hungry, aren't you? That is why you are so fussy." She squeezed his face tenderly, drawing her fingers into the skin. "If you don't bite this time, I will give you a treat when we get home." She wrapped the leash tighter. The veins in her eyes spread as she glared at Deku. "If you do bite, I will punish you." She pursed her lips while smiling. "I will have to hit you and then you will have to fall." She pecked him on the cheek, tasting his tears. The tears of joy have such a salty, but pleasant taste. "Don't make me show my ugly side. Because you know I will laugh." She crackled her hot breath to his face. "Let me remove the bridle."

Himiko removed the bridle, placing it beside her on the bench. As she instructed, Deku kept his mouth closed. He didn't look at his captor or his master. He wasn't sure what to call her tonight. The emerald-haired child watched as Himiko removed her shoes. A hint of heat was felt from his position on the ground. She slowly pulled her socks off her feet. Her eyes showed relief as the air cooled her off.

"Here we go, my pet. Enjoy your snack." Himiko's sweaty, moist feet was what she referred as a snack. The strong stretch opened his nose. Izuku moved forward, allowing his tongue to make contact with her toes. He allowed the salt to collect on his tongue as he cleaned it out. "Good boy, my pet," said Himiko with a tone of praise. "Enjoy your snack, my pet. Continue to follow my order, then we can transition you to solid food. Until then, baby steps." She inserted her big toe into his mouth, urging him to lick thoroughly. He obeyed. The last thing he wanted was another hit. She only makes one warning. Disobey and she won't say anything else.

Himiko had enough and withdrew her foot from Deku's mouth. "Jesus, you greedy pet. I said a snack, not the entire kitchen." She wiped the sweat from her forehead and dried it off her cardigan. "Shall we go home?"

"Yes, Himiko-sama."

"Good boy." Himiko patted him on the head. "Just for that, you don't have to walk with the bridle." She clapped her hands. "You will get your treat when you get home."

Deku's rewards weren't as exciting as she made it out to be. Who knew what he was expecting when he came home? Licking residue from her shoes, wiping the stains from her underwear with his tongue. As he began walking on his knees, he smelled a hint of her womanhood. It was confirmed as he saw it trembled down her leg. He looked at her. She had the biggest smile on her face. "That's right, my pet. You are having honey milk tea."

To be continued….