A/N: Images used is just found from google searches (unless otherwise stated as fan art given to me).. I don't art well

::Old Cover::

"Tara, these are amazing, how on earth did you get so close to the action to take these shots?" The editor of the local newspaper gaped as he flipped through the prints I'd brought him. This was how I made my living and with the help of my not very useful quirk, I could get really close to hero action to snap photos for the press. "With shots like this, you could sell to the big-name papers." He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, "I guess if I want to keep you I better pay you more. Good work, kid. I don't know how you do it. See Stacey, she'll get you squared away."

"Thank you, sir." I bowed myself out of the room before retreating to see his assistant at her desk. Stacey and the editor were always nice to me, my parents used to be journalists, my mom wrote a column for the paper, my dad was more into photojournalism, like me. They died in an earthquake a year ago so the editor took pity on me and let me sell him pictures I took to earn a living.

Stacey smiled warmly as I approached her cluttered desk. She was pretty, model pretty, I never understood why she kept a boring desk job when she could be on the front page of fashion magazines rolling in dough. Her bright cerulean eyes were bright as she greeted me, "Great work, Tara. He loved them. There's a bonus in here for you." She winked as she handed me an envelope filled with cash. "Keep up the good work...Something seems different about you today..." She noted curiously causing my cheeks to flush red. Oh god! Could she tell?!

"T-Thank you, I have to get going." My face was burning.

Stacey smiled, "Did you get yourself a boyfriend?"

"Ah, no nothing like that. Thanks again!" I bowed out the door in a hurry and stuffed the envelop in my backpack before racing off in the direction of my high school. It was the first day, I couldn't be late.

I pondered the likelihood of Stacey being able to tell I'd lost my virginity with a single look as I raced to class. It was all kind of a blur and the whole thing left me feeling somewhat dirty. The guy was older than me, he was a third year at UA High School in the hero class. He was cute and popular and I felt special when he doted on me. He called me cute, no one had ever called me cute before, save for adults from time to time. I wasn't disfigured or anything but I just didn't have that model pretty look that most girls wanted, I didn't care about my appearance too much in general, I didn't wear makeup, when I wasn't in uniform my clothes tended to be somewhat baggy. I didn't really have a girlish figure, I was flat chested and scrawny, an unhealthy kind of scrawny as there were many times I'd have to go without food to pay other bills just to keep myself afloat.

In the back of my mind I felt like he had tricked me. He pressured me into having sex with him and even filmed it saying he wanted to remember me always. It was scary, it hurt and when I asked him to stop he told me it was fine, calmed me down and didn't stop. Thinking back on that night made me feel violated and dirty. I had hoped maybe it was just because he'd been drinking that he was acting weird. It had been a few days since then I hadn't heard anything from him. It was like he'd vanished. I had tried messaging him a few times since then but they were all left unread.

I reached my high school with five minutes to spare. It wasn't a fancy or well-known high school it was the school with the lowest tuition costs in the entire city and the lowest expectations. From the looks of it, my classmates were either delinquents, had focused their attention on things other than studying in middle school, or were just as poor as me. The desks were all old and covered in graffiti, one of the windows was broken and boarded up and looked as if it had been broken for awhile as the board was graffitied and there was a layer of dust on the windowsill.

My nerves got the better of me as I pushed open the door and I lost control of my quirk, willing myself to vanish. I didn't really vanish, it was just a trick I could play on the minds of others though they could see me and I was standing right in front of them, they wouldn't notice me. Sometimes people with amazing perception skills would realize something wasn't right but they still didn't normally notice me.

Everyone looked up as the door closed behind me before shrugging and resuming their chatting. I took a seat at the back of the room behind a boy who'd neglected to wear the school uniform. He was dressed all in black and had some chains dangling from his pants that were definitely against the dress code. His head was down on his desk and he appeared to be napping.

The teacher, a middle-aged man with short dark hair, a pair of glasses, a somewhat shabby stained dress shirt that was in need of a wash and a good ironing, stepped in the room without even giving any of us a second glance. He dropped into his desk and flipped through what I assumed was an attendance sheet. Without greeting he just started prattling off names.

"Tara Gazo?" He called my name nearly at the end of the list.

"H-Here." I raised my hand and tried to calm my nerves.

The students around me jumped as they just noticed my presence. Even the boy sitting in front of me, who I thought had been sleeping slowly lifted his head and turned to me. He was wearing dark make up, his lips were painted black and his eyes were kind of on the raccoon side with the heavy eyeliner, there was a hoop sticking out of his lip and one out of his left eyebrow and a big hoop in his septum. His eyes were a dark amber gold, almost like glowing embers.

"I didn't even see her." I heard a few people hiss to their friends.

Guyliner was still watching me intently, making me nervous and before I knew it, my quirk was acting up again. His ember eyes grew wide and the other students around me jumped again.

"What the hell? Is she a freaking ghost?!"

The teacher carried on like nothing was out of the ordinary before assigning us all problems to work in several workbooks that were stacked along the windows. They were old and most of them had already been written in. He wasn't a credit to his profession once he'd assigned us all problems in various workbook subjects he popped in some headphones and told us not to bother him. I got out a notebook and set to work on the problems we'd been assigned. It only took me an hour to get through all the subjects.

When I looked up from my work I found Guyliner staring at me intently and all the other students trying their hardest to pretend neither of us existed. Apparently, the rest of my classmates were afraid of Guyliner.

"S-sorry, did you have a question?" I asked him nervously, though I wasn't sure why I thought he'd been doing the assignment as no one else in the class had even opened their workbooks.

"Don't go disappearing on me." His ember eyes narrowed as I lost hold of my quirk due to my overactive nerves.

"Sorry, it just happens when I'm nervous." I piped up.

"Do I make you nervous?" He smirked.

"Everyone makes me nervous, don't let it go to your head."

Guyliner chuckled at this before extending his hand to me, "Yami."

I hesitated before accepting his hand, "Tara."

"Your quirk, it makes you invisible?" He pondered.

"Not really, just makes me harder to notice." I admitted shyly, "It's pretty lame."

"I don't know about that, it's great for stealth." Yami noted with a smile.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, I chanced a glance at the screen and felt my heart stutter in my chest it was the guy I'd thought had stolen my virginity as some cruel prank, Blaine.

B: Sorry, I've been MIA, babe. Things are crazy at school, I think something's going on. Students are going missing.

What did he mean by that?

T: What do you mean? Are the police looking into it?

B: It's like the school is trying to keep it under wraps, the teachers are all acting like these kids never existed, one of them was my best friend! You got to help expose this!

T: I think that's something we need to call the police for...

B: No police! If we go to the police, I'm next! You have to do this quiet. Promise me!

I looked down at my phone, I had a sick feeling in my gut. Something wasn't right. UA was a highly respectable school, it trained the best heroes, something like this surely would have been brought to light well before now. Unless there were new teachers. It seemed like a hoax, but he'd finally texted me back and though I couldn't hear his voice, the messages sounded panicked.

"What's wrong?" Yami tapped his finger on my desk snapping my attention from my phone.

"S-sorry, just a guy I...he says something weird is going on at his school..."

T: Okay. I promise.

Yami frowned at this, "Boyfriend?"

My cheeks flushed scarlet, "No, not really..." I folded into myself trying to shrink myself as much as possible as I thought back on the night Blaine took my virginity, it made me feel cold, clammy and sick to my stomach. How could I have allowed myself to get swept up by his charms?

"One-night stand?" Yami smirked.

Tears welled in my eyes. "It doesn't matter, sorry for saying anything."

He watched me carefully for a moment, his eyes lingering on my tear-filled waterline. I wasn't sure of his character yet, while he looked scary, I had a feeling he wasn't trying to be mean. "So, what's going on at his school and what exactly does he think YOU can do about it?"

"Why do you care?" I tried to keep my voice level and to keep from sniffling.

Yami glanced around at our fellow classmates, a few of them accidentally caught his gaze before dropping their heads down immediately and looking anywhere but at him, "You sat behind me." He shrugged, "And you haven't screamed because I'm talking to you, yet."

"Key word, yet." I attempted to tease him. Yami didn't seem like a bad person, just misunderstood.

"Yeah, yeah. So, why you?"

"I take pictures for the newspaper. Maybe he thinks I can get the picture and the article will follow..."

"Ah, your quirk does come in handy. I imagine you can get some killer shots right in the action when no one notices you, ghost girl."

"I don't think it's very ghost like." I frowned.

Yami shrugged, "It sounds way cooler than 'hey when did she get here, girl' go with it."

I couldn't help but smile at this. "Fine."

"Alright, I'll lend you a hand exposing your not boyfriend's, possible one-night stand, guy who may or may not be yanking your chain, supposedly corrupt school. What school are we breaking into?" Yami smiled. It was meant to be a warm gesture but his smile looked somewhat sinister. I could see why people might be apprehensive to approach him and why he'd appeared almost touched that I'd sat next to him.

"UA." I paled.

Yami shrugged, "I'm in."

"Really?"

"Sounds like a hell of a lot more fun, than this." Yami noted, "When do we leave?"

"I need some time to prepare some stuff, how about the day after tomorrow? Maybe around lunchtime?"

"Deal."

Video- "Caraphernelia" By Pierce The Veil