My Hero Academia

Fighting Dogs

SakuraSamuraiGirl

My Hero Academia story and characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Chapter One

When quirks started to appear, governments were quick to regulate over quirk-users. Certain branches of government are not allowed to have quirks, for example, the police force. The use of quirks in public is against the law. One of the exceptions to this law are children who are unable to control their powers when they are first acquired. To aid in their learning, children go to quirk counseling. Another exception, is in self-defense or protecting orders. Licenses had to be acquired for quirks to be used in certain workplaces. A license to be a hero is required where one's quirk can be used freely in the apprehending of villains. This system was created so quickly that the public didn't fight for their rights to use their quirks, whenever or wherever they wanted. There are people who ignore the rules, regulations and laws of quirks. They feel that their quirks are their natural right to use just as breathing and walking.

Many find their quirks empowering making them feel invincible. They felt challenged by the law for restricting them from using their abilities. Individuals that disregarded the laws are villains according to the public and are the targets for the ever-righteous heroes. There are many powerful heroes, the number one hero, the Symbol of Peace All-Might. A place to use their quirks and strengthen them is hard to find without alerting the public and the police. Using quirks on the people is out of the question. People who had used their quirks for murder are caught eventually due to the unique nature and being found through the quirk registry.

During between the first and second generation of quirk-users, Oshiro Masuyo was the boss of the Tosa-gumi. The Tosa-gumi were yakuza that had been around for decades before World War II. Yakuza are known to fund themselves through many illegal avenues from drugs, prostitution and many forms of gambling. The Tosa-gumi's main source of income was through gambling, particularly in fighting from dog-fights to sumo-wrestling. Masuyo was quick to start a ring with quirk using-fighters. He started the ring from scratch on paper. He organized everything, from mapping out several locations for fights to be held, enlisting fight enthusiasts and hiring doctors. Most important was the acquiring of fighters. Masuyo didn't just want any quirk-user. Usually the gathering of fighters is invited by word of mouth. Masuyo found that it was a risky way to organize fights. He wanted absolute complete control over the fighters. Masuyo wanted to own the fighters himself, train them and have them fight for entertainment and to be available for others to use them as some sort of punching bag. One's quirk mostly manifest when or a little after a child turns four-years old. Kidnapping is risky, but done carefully children can easily disappear. Children were impressionable and quickly conform to the demands of an adult. These children become Masuyo's fighters and they became known as Masuyo's Dogs. His fighting dogs. Masuyo took good care of his dogs. Made sure they were fed, well-trained, received medical attention and made sure that each "dog" knew who he was and were made to respect him. Masuyo treated each of his "dogs" with strange affection. Some of his top dogs were rewarded with praises and gifts to make their lives slightly comfortable.

Masuyo's quirk-using rings continues into the present…

A young girl's wailing fills the playground. The crying came from a girl of four-years old. Fat, round tears soak over her freckled cheeks. She sat on the ground in a pretty, white sun dress with sunflowers soiled with dirt smudges. Her little knees were red and cover in small scrapes and cuts. Her short curly green hair was a dirty nest. Standing in front of her was another four-year old. A boy with wild blond hair. His red eyes were hard piercing with ferocity that was alarming to come from a small boy. They were pinning down another pair of children. Both boys were sweating nervously. The boy glaring at them was their friend. A friend that was known all through their neighborhood and from their school as the boy with the most amazing quirk. His quirk was being displayed…smoke and flashing puffs of flame coming from hands.

"E-eh? Katsuki-kun? What's up?"

The boy grinds his teeth.

"Why are you getting so mad, Katsuki?! Mad over Quirkless Izuna? You were teasing too!"

"I'VE NEVER HURT HER!"

The boys flinch away as greater burst of explosions erupted from the boy's hands.

"Deku-chan only gets picked on when I say so and you little pebbles only need to follow my lead! I didn't give you permission to push her around when I'm not around! Nobody touches Deku-chan!"

The boy, Katsuki, punches a fist into hand creating a smothered blast of smoke. The boys tremble as a horrifying grin appears on his face. Slowly, their quirks activate as they ready to defend themselves; bat-like wings unfurled and the other's fingers stretch across his face as a shield. In a single breath, the boy charges at them and the boys shriek. In minutes, both boys were on the ground. Skin bruised with light red burns and singed clothes. Their lips quivered as they begin to cry over the sound pounding inflicted on them. Reaching out, hands grip their faces. Between the boy's fingers their eyes could be seen round and terrified. The smell of sweetened sulfur burns the hair of their nostrils.

"KACCHAN!"

Little hands with dirt and cuts matching her knees clutch onto Katsuki's shirt. The little girl Katsuki called Deku-chan whimpers up at him, large emerald eyes flooding with tears.

"N-no more, Kaachan! They had enough! No more, please!"

Katsuki clicks his tongue. He pushes against the boys' faces, shoving them onto their backs. They scramble away crying. Katsuki turns onto Izuna and brings a karate chop onto her head. Izuna squeaks and grabs her head.

"Owie!"

"Useless Deku-chan! You're too nice to jerks like them."

"B-but, they…tease me, because you tease me…"

"Damn sheep!"

"Don't swear!" gasps Izuna.

"Baaaaa!"

Katsuki's bleating snorts out a giggle from Izuna. She wipes one of her eyes. Her other eye is wiped by Katsuki.

"Even if I didn't tease you, others would do the same…I tease you because you're stupid! Stupid, Quirkless Deku still wants to be hero! You can't be a hero, stupid!"

Izuna bows her head. Katsuki huffs as he puts his hands on his hips. He glares at her when she begins to sniffle. Growling, he grabs her hand and drags her to the swings. He orders her to sit and pushes her back once she was seated.

"Deku-chan doesn't need to be a hero. You have me! I am going to be hero and be bigger and stronger than All-Might!"

"There's no way you can be better than All-Might, Kaachan!"

"I WILL be better than All-Might," swears Katsuki.

Izuna screams when her seat was suddenly grabbed. The sudden stop almost makes her fall forward of the seat. Katsuki was in front of her face, gripping the chains above her hands. His cheeks were rosy.

"I'll will be a better hero than All-Might…I'm going to be your hero…and protect you."

Izuna turns her head to hide a pretty blush. But her blush goes up to her ears and down below her collarbone. Katsuki smirks triumphally.

"Kaachan."

"What?"

"That man on the bench. He's…watching us."

Katsuki frowns and looks to where Izuna was looking. He had noticed the man before too. He had never seen him before in their neighborhood. If one paid attention, he certainly stood out a bit from the parents, guardians or much older siblings that passed through or rested at the park. He looked to be in some sort of light suit with a regular cotton white shirt that was untuck. Instead of dress shoes, he wore black sneakers. Izuna clutches Katsuki's shirt. Her eyes didn't leave the strange man's. Katsuki watches Izuna. Izuna was very observant for a child. She had this bad habit of sitting away in a quiet corner or against the wall alone and just watch the other children at play. Especially for their quirks. She even would write out her thoughts in a big sketchpad with her favorite color red crayon. Katsuki had told her that what she was doing was creepy, but Izuna continues to do it. Katsuki pulls Izuna from the swing, making her stumble.

"C'mon, let's go home…we'll take the shortcut through the woods."

"Kaachan…?"

"C'mon, don't look at him anymore."

Katsuki and Izuna enter the woods using the trail path. When they thought they were far away to be out of the sight, they leave the trail into the woods itself. Katsuki could feel Izuna shaking nervously. Her hand was cold and wet. Izuna looked scared.

"Kaachan…!" she whispers.

Katsuki listens carefully, ignoring his and Izuna's footsteps. He hears something or someone else in the woods after them. Whoever it is was trying to stay quiet as they were following them. Katsuki growls. He spins Izuna about to face him, he squeezes her shoulders.

"Deku-chan, you go ahead and go home."

"What?"

"I want you to go home!"

"What about you?!"

"I'll catch up with you. You saw that guy right…if someone asks you what he looked like…I know you can remember him."

Izuna was shaking her head as Katsuki was speaking. She grabs his wrists.

"I don't want…"

"That guy is after me or you!" he hisses. "You're quirkless! You have no way to protect yourself…"

A strange white fog begins to roll through the forest. It creeps through the trees. Katsuki curses and pulls Izuna as he runs. They run as fast as they could toward a fallen tree hanging over a gap. Several feet below were a small stream running beneath. Katsuki pushes Izuna towards the tree bridge and turns towards the cloud.

"Kaachan!"

"Go home, Deku!"

"Kaachan!"

"I said go home!" Kaachan sets off an explosion. "I'll hate you forever if you don't go!"

Izuna sniffs as she slowly backs away. The strange cloud was close to Katsuki. Katsuki creates explosions to clear the cloud. But, it was having no effect and the cloud overwhelms him. Izuna gasps, turns and runs. If she makes it home, maybe she could save Katsuki if she told an adult. Within the cloud, Katsuki quickly becomes dizzy and lightheaded. He falls to his knees collapsing onto the ground. He groans irritably before falling unconscious. The cloud disappears revealing the man standing over the boy. He smirks. Picking up the boy, he slings him over his shoulders.

Katsuki wakes up to gentle movement. He realizes by the sound that he was inside a car or truck. He moves but not by much. His arms were tied at the wrist behind his back. His ankles were also bound. Wiggling his hands, he finds that they were wrapped in something heavy. Some sort of cloth that was soaking up his sweat. The car he was in rumbles and bounces. He hears traffic vary from light to heavy and minutes later become quieter and quieter. Katsuki dozes lightly. He tried to keep alert but would be lulled backed into darkness through the journey. He becomes alert at the soft rolling of wheels on gravel and the engine cuts off.

"Yo, Perv-Cloud!"

"Shaddup, don't call me that!"

A chuckle, "What are ya' doing back so soon?"

"Heh, heh…got a new fighter. I think I got me the catch of the day! Maybe even of the year!"

"Oh? Whatcha' got?"

A door is dropped open. A round light blinds Katsuki. Slowly, he opens his eyes to a flashlight. Behind the light was the man that caught him. Alongside him was another man dressed in a shirt that showed off his heavily tattooed arms and belted dark slacks. Katsuki glare at the kidnapper. Pure hate and promise of fiery vengeance impales the man.

"Wow. He doesn't like you very much. What's his quirk?"

"Exploding hands…and he likes to fight. Been watching this kid for a few days."

Katsuki's glare hardens, "Damn stalker!"

Both men's eyebrows rose. They looked at each other for a moment and roared with laughter. Katsuki didn't like being laughed at; he rolls onto his stomach, bunches his knees under him and lunges forward, giving the kidnapping-stalker a headbutt to the chin. The other man jumps out of the way as his colleague and the child topple over each other onto the gravel. Katsuki was lucky that the kidnapper cushioned his fall. The stalker curses in pain and anger. He throws Katsuki off and grabs the boy by his hair.

"You little…"

"Do not damage him, Kizuri!"

Kizuri the Kidnapper froze and becomes pale as well as the other man. Katsuki couldn't see the man that shouted, his hair was being held prevented him from turning his head. His hair was released swiftly and he was suddenly rolled onto his back. Looking up he recognizes it was evening. The red of the sunset was turning into the blue of the night. Adding into his vision was an older man. He was well-seasoned, with speckles of gray and white in his cropped and slicked back hair. There were a few lines on his face further showing his age. He wore a white tank undershirt, showing off his tattoos that went down from his neck and spread all the way down to his wrist, over his chest and down beneath the shirt. He wore workman's overalls with the top half's sleeves tied around his waist. Heavy military-grade boots were on his feet. Behind him were others in similar dress worn in a variety of ways, some of his age, others a little younger. The man moves over to Katsuki and crouches over him.

"What are you looking at, old man?"

The man slowly blinks.

"Quirk?" he murmurs.

"Explosions. Iwao-san!" Kizuri reports like a low-rank soldier.

Iwao's stone-cold eyes looks Katsuki over. He notices his hands over-bound with duct tape with bits of a dirty towel peeking through. Iwao makes a hand gesture and two young men approach. He points down at the boy.

"He's the last one in this year's collection. Take him to the show room."

Katsuki gave them a tough time. He managed to headbutt or kick the men. What concerned them was the burning through the bonds around his hands.

"Don't your hands hurt," asks Iwao.

"NO!" snaps Katsuki.

Iwao thinks in silence. He looks to another one of his men and orders them to bring him quirk guards. A pair of gloves were brought to him. Iwao has Katsuki placed on the ground on his stomach. He kneels placing a knee into Katsuki's back. From his side pocket on his pants, Iwao pulls out a dark switchblade with dark studs. The blade clicks open softly. Smoke emits from the makeshift bonds.

"Listen, pup. You're a good find. I see great potential in you. You're a fighter. I can tell you have thirst for blood and glory. I can give you that as your Trainer…but, if you don't be a good dog…you will be punish severely…and your new Master won't be pleased with me. Don't fight me. You won't win."

Katsuki growls and the smoke increases. Iwao narrows his eyes and sighs. He mutters under his breath.

"This kid's trouble…but the Boss will like him."

Iwao's large hands turn to stone. Round rocks grow from his skin, covering his forearms. Between the cracks frost grew and fog rises as it meets the warm night air. The blade was awkward in his even larger hands. The bonds are cut and Katsuki's hands are grabbed instantly. Katsuki yells when frost covers them. With an assistant, they pull the quirk gloves over Katsuki's hands. The gloves are secured by a tightened strap around his wrists that is locked in place by a small key like for handcuff.

"The gloves are for elemental-quirk dogs. Especially for you pups that only know how to use their quirks through your hands. Maybe with training, it won't just be through your hands."

Iwao picks up Katsuki by the neck of his shirt and shoves him into the show room. The show room was a large room, filled with over a dozen boys around Katsuki's age. Many were dirty and had faces wet with tears. Boys were yelling and crying for their mother or father. One of the walls was a black window where nothing could be seen through the other side. Katsuki passes the other boys, shoving them if they got in way. He pushes over one small crying boy with glasses and large calves. He stands in front of the window. He shakes with rage and with a roar begins punching at the window. The window shudders violently with every strike. The gloves held up against his quirk only allowing smoke.

"ASSHOLES! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!"

The boys were stunned silent and they stare at the angry boy who dare to curse and attack the window. One red-haired boy gazes upon him with amazement.

"Manly," he whispers.

On the other side, Katsuki's fury could be seen by those in the room. In the center of the room, sat an elderly man. That man sat on a low chair. He wore a dark blue kimono with a rich haori jacket. The man had a bald head with a splotch of a liver spot, sat up straight with a slight hunch like a brooding owl. The man smirks as he balances a long, decorated pipe in his long, bony hand. He is surrounded by men in suits. Two were dress in black with stark white shirts and black ties. The man's bodyguards. The other men in suits were much fancier. They vary in age but they were mostly middle-aged and older. The sliding paper door opens and Iwao enters barefooted. He sits away from the group with his hands over resting knees. He stares at the glossy, wooden floor. Iwao takes a side glance at the loud pounding of the window and there was that disobedient pup. The old man in the kimono chuckles. Iwao closes his eyes and quietly breathes through his nose.

"Spunky little pup we have here. What is his quirk?"

"Explosions, Boss Oshiro."

"You're going to be working very hard with this litter, especially with that pup. I'm making him your responsibility, Katashi Iwao."

"Yes, Boss."

Katsuki throws kicks, punches and curses at the window for half an hour. The door opens and men in overalls enter the room. They order the young boys to stand against the wall. The red-hair boy tugs on Katsuki's shirt.

"Hey, we better…"

Katsuki glares at him.

"Listen, you can't use your quirk…you won't be able to get out right now."

Katsuki's teeth grind as he allows the redhead to pull his hand to guide him to the wall. After the boys were lined up, Masuya enters with his bodyguards and his first and second lieutenants with their own guard. Masuya stands before the boys looking down the line from beginning to end. His eyes revisit Katsuski. Katsuki glares at him making the man smile.

"I am Oshiro Masuya. From this day forward, I am your Master and you will be my dogs. As my dogs, I will have you trained and be put to work. You will use your quirks to fight each other and others for entertainment. You will obey your Trainers, Handlers and Veterinarian."

One of the boys, the small one with glasses slowly raises his hand. Masuya looks to him.

"What is it, pup?" Iwao asks.

"We're not…supposed to use our quirks to hurt people. It's against the law."

"That is true, young pup," Masuya grins in a grandfatherly manner. "It is against the law to fight with your quirk. But through me, you'll be able to use your quirks freely for my sake and my family. You won't need a license, only my permission. You will be trained very well and once your training is over, you will fight. If you don't like the idea of fighting…than fight to survive. Iwao, take the pups to the nursery kennels. They'll need to rest for tomorrow."

Iwao and the others bow at the waist as Masuya, the lieutenants and their guards leave the room. Once they were gone, Iwao stands where their Master had stood.

"Boss Oshiro Masuya is your Master. It his money that will put food in your stomach, a bed to lay on and clothes to wear. It is because of your Master that we will be devoting ourselves to be the greatest fighters in the country. You will follow in the footsteps of the best fighting dogs in Quirk-Fighting ring. Tomorrow, begins your conditioning. You are not humans anymore. You're dogs. The Dogs of the Tosa-gumi! I am the Head Trainer, Katashi Iwao. You will obey me and the other trainers and the handlers. Your Master's decisions will be fulfilled through us. We have a lot to do tomorrow. To the kennels."

The trainers and handlers guide the children out of the room through another door leading to a hallway. At the end of the hall, it forked into two opposite directions. The boys are divided into two groups taken down opposite halls. They were stopped and made to stand in the hall. One of the trainers stands in front of a dead end. He pulls a keycard out of his pocket and holds it out to the wall. The small patch of the wall lifts revealing a control panel. He types a command and the doors slide to the side open. The doorway was tall enough for a child. The children are guided through the doors. For Katsuki, Iwao gives him some encouragement, with a stun baton. Setting on low, it gives Katsuki a sharp shock making him leap into the room.

"YOU BAST…!"

The door suddenly slams in his face.

"BASTARD!" Katsuki yells.

He shoves his hands into his pockets, or at least tries to. The gloves were like winter gloves. Bulky and awkward. They made him sweat, but the gloves were made of some sort of fire-proof material. He folds his arms instead and paces through his room. It had three cold, metal walls with a ceiling light. The fourth wall allows him to look out across to a room exactly like his with another boy inside. It was the boy with glasses. He sat in a corner with his knees drawn in and hiding his face. His shoulders shook with his crying. Thankfully to Katsuki, he could barely hear him. The glass wall was soundproofed and possibly unbreakable. In their rooms were a futon bed, complete with a sheet and a blanket. A short square table with a flat pillow and a toilet. A place to sleep, eat and use the bathroom. Basic living essentials. Katsuki paces about his room. He looks out the window wall. Besides the crying glasses boy, he could see a bit of his neighbors to each side. On one side, there was a boy with the head of a baby bird. Katsuki frowns for the boy had some sort of hood over his head that covered his eyes. He realizes that his room was brighter than their rooms. The bird boy lies on his futon and curls himself up. On the other side of crying glasses boy, was another funny looking kid. He had multiple arms that were connected by fleshy webbing between them. He was tall for his age and had his back turn as he sat on his futon. Suddenly all the lights go out, except for the baby bird child. Katsuki goes on his hands and knees and feels about searching for his new bed. Finding it, he rolls onto his back and stares at the dark ceiling.

Did Deku-chan make it home? Did she tell anybody about what happen? His mother was probably going crazy by now. Probably yelling at the police to hurry and find him. Would they be able to him? How soon? How much later? These people called them dogs and there were other dogs that came before them. How long were they dogs? Where they as young as them when they brought here? These people were bad guys. They were breaking the law. They were villains. Katsuki growls to himself.

"There's no way I'm going to let them get me! Especially old man Ice-hands…"

Katsuki was jolted awake when the lights flash on. There was no ignoring it. Next, his door slides open.

"Get up!" snaps Iwao.

"I'm getting up!" Katsuki snaps back.

Walking out of his door, he glares up at Iwao. Iwao glares back and none too gently, juts his baton under Katsuki's chin.

"Don't talk back, pup! Move."

Katsuki was shoved into the line.

The boys were taken into the room called the Locker. Much to their shock, they were ordered to strip off all their clothes. There was hesitation but when Iwao barks out the order to strip they jumped to it. The men guiding them were Handlers. The only Trainer with them today was the Head Trainer Katashi Iwao. He kept close to Katsuki but his cold eyes watched over the other boys. The Handlers yelled at the boys to hurry up. Their clothes were thrown away in plastic yellow trash bins. Inside the bins, were old back scorch marks. Once naked the children are herded into a large tiled room and made to stand under shower nozzles. The Handlers were wearing full suit yellow rainwear complete with black wet boots. A Handler standing outside near a control panel uses it to start the showers. The boys are drenched with lukewarm water for about four minutes before the water is cut off and they are rushed out to dry themselves back in the Locker. Handlers hand out clothes. For the kid with the multiple arms, his top had to have his sleeves removed. There was another kid that had to have his pants modified for a long, muscular tail. The crying glasses kid had to wear shorts. There was murmuring from one of the Handlers that many of the clothes had to be customized appropriately and makes notes on his tablet. Each child was dressed in gray clothes that were a simple short-sleeved shirt with a V-neck and cotton pants that reached down to their ankles or were wearing shorts. Completing their uniforms were black woven plastic collars with a small box attached to it. The Handler with the tablet goes to each boy, takes a picture and asks their name.

Next, they were herded once again to a new area, the Gym. The Gym was a huge training hall as big a college basketball court. It was practically sparse except for the blue plastic mats placed in sections through the hall. The Handlers guide each boy to a waiting Trainer. Iwao grabs Katsuki from his Handler by the back of his shirt. Roughly he leads him onto one of the mats. He pulls out the tiny key to his gloves and removes them. He throws the gloves off to the side and shoves Katsuki away. Katsuki stumbles. Regaining his footing he flexes his hands, making clawing, grabbing motions with his fingers. Katsuki stares at Iwao suspiciously. Iwao unties the sleeves of his suit and puts his arms through the sleeves before removing his boots. His arms become rocky and icy as he places himself into a defensive stance.

"Don't you want to kick my ass? Here's your chance…come on!"

Katsuki bursts into a run, running towards Iwao. His hands were finally able to bring forth blasting flames. They flare up like an urgent alarm. He stretches out his hand to press it into Iwao's stomach. Iwao merely shifts his feet on the mat to dodge Katsuki's hand. With his rock-ice hand he grabs Katsuki's wrist, sweeps him off his feet with a foot and has him fall on his stomach. The wind is knocked out of Katsuki. He was unable to catch his breath with the man's knee in his back. Iwao was back on both his feet as he jumps away from Katsuki. The boy scrambles back onto his own feet. He coughs and charges again. He swipes at Iwao trying to land an explosive blow on some part of Iwao's unprotected body. Iwao expertly dodges his wild swings while parrying and blocking with his arms. Katsuki was wide open and Iwao took advantage of this smacking Katsuki with a hard, open hand at his face and head. Katsuki kept pressing forward like an enraged animal, cursing and yelling. But the blows from a full-grown man onto a four-year old quickly overwhelmed Katsuki. Iwao ends the fight with a fist to Katsuki's gut. Katsuki coughs up spit as his knees hit the ground with a hard thud. He gasps and coughs, curling into a ball over his stomach. Iwao stood over Katsuki to rest his foot on the boy's head. Katsuki's eyes burn up at him. Iwao looks towards the rest of the boys.

"You see this pup? Did you see how he attacked as if he was trying to kill me?! You are to attack your Trainer as if you're trying to kill him! When you are told to fight or attack…you go for the kill! That's what I want to see from this point on!"

Iwao removes his foot from Katsuki's head. He bends down on a knee, grabs Katsuki by his shirt and stood him back on his feet.

"Again, Katsuki!"