Author's note: Hello, welcome to the first fanfiction I've written. Does anybody even read these things? Anyways, feel free to tell me whatcha think. I'll add more at the bottom. On to the story. *waves hand in dismissively*
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Chapter One: The Magician's First Show
It was midnight in the industrial district of Tokyo. Things were very quiet, the factories and warehouses empty of people, all of the workers having gone home. Though, one warehouse in the heart of the district was still active.
Two convoys of vehicles pulled up to the warehouse, one on each side. Coming in from the north was four black cars, varying in model, and an eighteen wheeler with a trailer attached to the back. To the south, six more cars, though all of them were white minivans with red stripes along the sides.
Of course, this wasn't your average shady meeting in an abandoned warehouse between two powerful groups, no, indeed not. This was a shady meeting in an abandoned warehouse between two powerful groups exchanging something of extreme value for money.
You see, there was a large shipment of a quirk suppressing drug that came into Lego Docks one night, the thing is, it came out on police trucks.
The whole operation was coated in ice by a vigilante group (hero group if you would prefer) that calls themselves "The First Generation." Not only that but the drugs and blueprints were disposed of, so nobody can recreate the drugs.
BUT! One truck did get out, unbeknownst to the police or the vigilantes, and this made the truck very valuable.
"But why?" you may ask, "Why is a quirk suppressing truck so valuable?" Well quirks have become a thing pretty recently, a small portion of the population has them and they face extreme prejudice. This means they want to hide their quirks, and what better way to do that then via quirk suppressing drug?
This seller of this meeting is an old school Japanese mafia, who has come into possession of this truck through unknown ways yet has no interest in narcotics, but the boss's son convinced him to sell it to the highest bidder.
That brings us to our buyer, one of the more powerful Tokyo street gangs, the 2's. They wanted this drug, and were willing to pay a hefty price so they could raise the cost of the drug and cash in on all of those desperate quirked.
The cars each parked inside the warehouse on their respective sides. The eighteen wheeler backed in as well. The two cars closest to the center opened their doors first and out stepped the bosses of both the mafia and the 2's.
From the other cars stepped their men, all of which were dressed according to their group and well armed.
The two bosses walked to the center of the warehouse and faced each other. The gang leader, a muscular man who calls himself Dragon (cheesy I know but with a reputation like his nobody's going to argue) and the head of the Ito crime family, an old man named Yamato Ito.
Dragon was the one who spoke first, "We have the money, two billion yen, per your request. Show him."
At this, two of his gang's members quickly set up a portable table and placed a brief case on top of it, opening it so everyone could see the the money inside. Once this was done they walked back to their previous positions as one of the mafia members inspected it before nodding.
Ito looked towards the eighteen wheeler and motioned with his hand. The driver stepped out and opened the truck's trailer, exposing several marked crates filling up the entire container.
"And there is your end of the deal, the largest remaining shipment of the quirk suppression drug, 'mute' as they call it on the streets. Feel free to inspect it, it is the real thing I assure you."
"No need, your reputation proceeds you as a man of your word Mr. Ito."
"Well then I guess it's settled, I am glad this all went so smoothly Mr. Dragon." Yamato said extending his hand. Dragon moved to shake his hand but was interrupted by a new figure.
"Gentlemen! How good to see you all here on this fine night!" The man, or, boy's voice gave away his youth and immediately gave away his eccentric personality.
The men looked in surprise at the previously unknown observer. Though what he wore masked all of his features, his voice and height gave him away to be the age of a first year high schooler.
He wore an all white suit with a rose in the breast pocket, a white dress shirt and a black tie as well as matching white gloves. His face was covered by a black balaclava and a pair of sunglasses, though the glasses seemed to glow different colors. On his head he wore a white top hat with black fabric wrapping around the base of the cylinder part of it holding an ace of spades in place. He also carried a large brief case with foldable legs on one side of it in his right hand.
The men all pointed their guns at the potential threat. This time it was Yamato that spoke, "And who might you be young one, you're an awful long way from home."
"Ah! How rude of me!" The mask boy exclaimed, placing his free hand on his chest. "I'm Ace the traveling magician," the eccentric said tapping the card on his hat, "and you folks are lucky enough to see my first ever show!" He gave an exaggerated bow.
Dragon (who was famous for his short temper) was unamused by this, he hated this kid was delaying his business. He glared at the top hat wearing figure and spoke in a low voice, "We're not interested in your magic kid, now get outta here before I make your skull disappear."
Ace returned his hand to his chest in offense, "Sir! No need for such harsh language! Words can hurt you know, you should be kind and courteous to those who you meet." With this he took his brief case with both hands and flicked it so the legs unfolded before setting it down. "Now about that show..."
The Ito family leader smirked at the young one's display while Dragon merely gritted his teeth.
"Last chance kid, leave or you die!"
"But sir I still haven't done my act!"
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!"
With that Dragon drew his previously concealed pistol and fired a shot at the well dressed magician. What happened next took everybody by surprise.
Ace extended his hand and walked quickly towards Dragon as he fired the shot, shushing as if he was trying to get someone to quiet down. The bullet had no effect on him. It didn't stop, it didn't even appear to have hit him or anywhere else, it was as if it had disappeared into thin air.
The traveling magician walked like this until he was directly in front of Dragon and looking down at the gun he put his finger on the font of it as if shushing it.
"Now now, not yet, there will be plenty of time for that in the future, but not yet." the boy cooed to the gun, using his finger to slowly push the barrel downward.
"What the hell..."
Ace walked back to where his brief case stood and turned around exclaiming, "Now then! Who's ready for some MAGIC!" he cheered throwing his arms out to his sides.
Everyone was too shocked to move, Dragon never stopped muttering "What the hell."
"I'll take that as a yes!"
Ace pulled out a deck of cards and shuffled them, the then performed a series of tricks, shuffling them in ways that shouldn't be possible or making them appear to teleport between his hands.
At the end of his short but uninterrupted demonstration (mostly because the others didn't know what else to do but sit there, though a few even enjoyed it), Ace put the cards in his case and closed it. "Well gentlemen," He said without any loss of energy in his voice, "I feel like I've overstayed my welcome, I hope you all enjoyed! But first, one last trick!"
The men sighed in relief that the madman's show was finally over, though a few found themselves slightly disappointed.
Ace pulled the ace of spades from his hat with his left hand, "Watch the card gentlemen." With that he snapped his fingers and the card disappeared. He turned his hands to show there was nothing inside of them.
Then he rolled his right wrist, extending his arm in Dragon's direction. "Mr... Dragon, was it? Well sir, you started this show off with a bang...," Ace flicked his wrist once more, though the card didn't reappear in it. Instead he held a fully loaded and well polished .357 revolver, "...I feel we should end it with one as well!"
What happened next was so quick and took everyone by such surprise that they couldn't react in time. The first bullet slammed into Dragon's chest, not killing him but knocking him over an making him black out. The next hit Yamato in the head, killing him instantly.
The next four bullets each found a home in one of the other men in the warehouse before Ace dove behind the nearest cement pillar as everyone else began firing.
The air was filled with gunfire as bullets slammed into the pillar that Ace had dove behind. Amongst the chaos the men never noticed a figure walking up behind them, nor the click of the hammer of a .357 magnum being pulled back.
Ace got off twelve full shots, taking out eleven more men (he missed once), before they realized that he wasn't behind the pillar they were shooting at. He had somehow gotten behind the 2's gang members!
Needless to say, Ace found cover before the men could return fire. This process continued for some time. Ace would seemingly teleport from one place to the next, killing men as he went.
Sometimes he would still be behind the cover they were shooting at and he would let off a few rounds, though for the most part the men hardly knew where he was.
In the end the last man standing, one of the Ito family members, and ironically enough he son that had suggested the deal, stumbled out into the open and looked around at all the dead men lying on the ground, his weapon raised. He froze though, a sense of pure dread flooded his system as he felt a cold, steel barrel press against the back of his head and the sound of the gun's hammer being pulled back.
The last thing that ran through the unfortunate man's mind was 'How did he get behind me?'
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Dragon awoke with a start.
The first thing that registered to him was the pain in his chest. A quick look down showed the blood coating the front of his shirt.
'I should have worn that bullet proof vest.'
The next thing that registered to him is he wasn't sprawled out on he ground, he had been moved to his knees.
The last thing though, and most terrifying of all, was that he found while trying to stand that his arms and legs were tied up as he kneeled surrounded by dead men.
"Ah! Finally! You're awake! That took much less time than expected!"
Dragon didn't fear much, you can't his line of work. It takes a lot, but that voice made the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
He killed all these people, and his voice was so... happy. It was like none of these lives meant anything to him. They were worthless in his eyes. He was having fun.
Even the toughest members of his gang, some of whom died today, carried at least a small burden from the lives they took. They may have acted like it didn't matter but he knew deep down they heard the screams of the people they killed at night. Dragon was a gang leader, but he didn't deal with psychopaths.
Not this boy though. The tied up gang leader looked up, looking directly at the masked figure, who was now sitting on a crate that had a body leaned on it.
He had heard tales of psychopaths, seen and even killed a few himself, but he never knew a boy so young could be this fucked up. Not only that, but he was a psycho with a quirk.
Ace stood up, straightened his suit and adjusted his top hat, which now had the ace of spades in it once again. Despite the fighting, his outfit was still clean and blood free.
The boy held up his hand, a small package between his thumb and pointer finger. It was a sample of the quirk suppressing drug, packed inside a small box the size of a hundred pack of flash cards.
Ace examined the box in the light of the warehouse and muttered, "Fascinating, all that trouble for this. Crazy to think this can suppress an entire quirk! Then again, who am I to talk about crazy?"
He laughed madly to himself before turning to Dragon. "Looks like you've made your last purchase old man," he said tossing the pack and catching it before putting it in the inside left pocket of his jacket, "I'm sorry you had to get wrapped up in this scheme. Ok not really." In the same motion that he put away the drug, he pulled out his revolver and held it to his side.
"From where you're kneeling it must look like a .357 caliber run of bad luck," Ace said, lifting his gun, pointing it at Dragon's head. "Truth is... the game was rigged from the start."
BANG
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The air was filled with sirens as Tokyo PD pulled up to the warehouse where everything went down.
First responders, all dressed in combat gear, stormed the facility. What they found inside shocked them.
Bodies littered the floor, blood splattered around them. In the center of it all was Ace, now rolling a coin between his gloved fingers.
"Get on the ground! Hands where I can see them!" one officer shouted at him.
Ace pocket the coin and complied, chuckling all the while.
It wasn't long before he was in a police truck driving back to be interrogated.
What the police didn't know though, is he had everything planned out.
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Well there it is folks, a bunch of words on a page. This'll probably be the longest chapter I'll write. Ok, but let's get some things out of the way.
The mention of "The First Generation" is a direct reference to the story The First Generation by QuirkQuartz (check it out it's a great story, so are their other works, especially for all those MinaDeku fans ;)) but this is not cannon in that universe as of right now (if they want to make it so then cool) and if they don't want any references of their story in here then that's fine too.
Why did I use their story as a background for mine? To be honest I needed a reason to set up this whole scene and that's what came to mind, but also the story served as a big inspiration to get me to start writing.
And yes, the Dragon's execution scene (last line especially) was a Fallout NV reference.
Well I feel like I've rambled enough. Leave a review and tell me what you think. I have one more chapter after this planned and if you want this story continued past that then please suggest what you want to see.
Eh, people probably won't read this anyways. Anywho, cao. *Jumps out nearest window*