Hey guys! Here we meet again at the top beginning of a chapter! Yes, it's me, your favorite, the author's conscience!

This author's note is a little dedicated to Karlos1234ify... Hey man, you the bomb.

Also if anyone's asking whether or not I'm running out of ideas... I'm not, okay? It's just hard to pour it all into writing. Besides, in the universe of BNHA, fiction is basically fighting logic (but I'm still waiting for my turn to have a Quirk!). So if I have a plot hole, why not just throw in a time travel based Quirk user?

Oh, and a little heads up, this chapter is dedicated to an OC of mine I told you about in the last chapter. So there will be no Izuku in this one, but there will be in the next chapter!

And so, read on, and review!


At a certain place in Japan, one that is far from the destructive havoc of the hurricane about a month ago, where even though the atmosphere that surrounds that particular place is seemingly different, it's not exactly the only one like it.

A few people know about this, for this place is only accessible to those who had the permit. To say that you are one of individuals who has one, in hoping to gain entry, is certainly not enough.

One man will soon prove this.

At a certain night, a certain Thursday night to be precise, where yesterday the rain had been pretty unforgiving, there was a single man who could be seen on the streets walking alone through the people who doesn't exists.

It was almost past twelve AM midnight, no other busy sounds could be heard on this particular hour. Most of the apartment windows had gone black, the lights behind them had their switches turned off. The rest of the buildings are like this as well, the city had gone to sleep at last.

To the man walking at this particular hour, he finds it very boring. But as he got no one else around him to complain to, he kept walking towards a dark building looming over the night. Just a few steps to cross the zebra cross and get to the other side.

The man heard something in the distance, he stopped midway on the zebra crossing just to pick it up again. But unfortunately, he realized that it was just his imagination. Even his all sniffing nose picked up nothing. And don't let him start on his night vision eyes.

He felt himself getting really jumpy lately, probably because of the last meeting with a recent client. Could he even call the man a client anymore? The man really scares the shit out of him, and by the looks of their first get together, it's not exactly a… 'I want to hire you to kill someone' kind of get together.

But how could he refuse the man? He offered him a spot at being his right hand man. But when another client called for a job offer, he felt really up to it. More than so as the highness he's working with has cancelled their last contract.

The assassin could only wait for the right time to kill his highness, and being the greatest predator alive.

As the man walked through the building's front park, he whistled a tune to himself, while wondering what the other client that had just contacted him wanted with his expertise. He could just fly up the building, kill a few time, but he felt no need to do so.

Predator looked at his watch again, mentally grumbling at his short term memory when it comes to the time. He walked until he is in front of the building door, he looked through the glass and found nobody inside. Much to his surprise, the front door wasn't locked as well.

He made himself at home, looked around the interior for a while, before searching for the elevator.

The client had wanted him to come forward towards the thirteenth floor, no other statement was made in the call. As sketchy as it is, and the heavily accented tone when the other client spoke with bravado, he got bored and this is the one thing he wanted to do at the moment.

Also, back to the first statement, the client in the phone did told him to get to a particular place that only a few can only enter at their own risks.

Predator knows this, but he doesn't know how it all seemed so open to him. The man in charge must have been the client in crime, yes, that should be it.

He is somewhat good at connecting between dots, so all he had to do is to wait for the right results.

He looked around the dark lobby of the building, it seemed like a regular office building with elevators and lounges and plastic plants on receptionist tables. Predator familiarized himself with large canvas painted with an abstract style on top of him, chewing on his inner cheek a bit.

There was a sudden ring on his ear, his sense of smell going haywire. The sound he had just heard… Someone was leaping.

Predator evaded the spot he was standing on quickly, feeling himself a tad too early. But then a loud crack and a bang could be heard as the checkered floors were broken by a sheer amount of force.

With a flip, Predator landed safely on his heels. As he blew a hair out of his eyesight, he could see a giant looming over him. The giant had a face of a rhino, and the body of one as well. The only difference was that the creature stood on its hind legs, and several more giant horns are protruding out of its body.

"RRRRAAAAAAHHH!" The rhino shouted, its big thick hand curling up to a fist and rising above Predator, ready to strike down at will.

Predator narrowed his eye, feeling annoyed. But he wasn't getting ticked off by the fact that this goddamn rhino was wasting his precious time, he was getting ticked off knowing that the client had probably sent this guy.

Which means the client is testing him, which means a challenge.

Predator whirls his body 180 degree, spinning while also jumping on his toes. With his hand extending at will and his body spinning in a circle so quickly, the movement of the razor sharp blade on the end of his extended hand easily cuts everything at cutting distance.

Including the rhino's head.

Predator reels back his extending arm, but the bloody blade that replaced his hand stayed the same. Like an owl searching for prey, his eyes turned yellow with black pupils, while his head spun around his neck with ease.

He caught several more opponents coming his way, and without a single hesitation, he went for the kill.

Predator leaped towards the first opponent he chose, the one with a monster porcupine like figure. Predator's razor blade hand shifts to a more suitable weapon, a hand with massive claws. His legs shifts to those of a cricket's anatomy, making him easier to leap on different heights.

His now razor sharp claws dived down on the porcupine's head, and with a single blow, the porcupine had no chance.

While pulling his claw out of the porcupine's head, he caught three opponents closing in on him. Immediately, from the back of his long coat, dozens of thin tentacles with curved scythe like blades emerged.

His body bends forward while his arms tucked in, letting his tentacles do all the work. All of the small tentacles are strong, and are able to move at great speed. He calls this move, the 'Razor Storm'.

The razor blades whirled around him, forming an impenetrable storm of killing things. And although the opponents had almost got him, he laughed softly as he saw their body all mutilated in a bloody mess. The tentacles reverted back to their original form, Predator's back.

Just as he thought that the test was over, more and more of these monster like villains approached him from the shadows. Deformed ones, ones that have stitches all over them, ones that got combined as a one.

Predator arms turned from those of a slim man's, to a well build one. His face contorted and shifted shape, fangs showed up instead of teeth in his widened mouth, another eye growing under his right one.

His long coat also shifted shape, as the collars grew spikes, and eyes also appeared on his back. And frankly, he could still shift again.

After a moment of slashing, stabbing, biting someone's head off while your face splits in four. He found himself in a bloody blood bath, his long coat are also stained. Good thing that it was part of his body, he hated buying new clothes.

He puts a normal hand on his pants pocket, looking around at the massacre. But there should be more coming, with his sensitive nose he could feel their stench reeking the air.

As dark as it is, it's nothing to Predator, the apex killer. He quickly sprinted off his last spot with his cricket like legs, dodging a failed pounce by a mutated lion like creature.

He leaped around the lobby, his feet kicking his weight up with ease. Another opponent, a gargoyle like creature, screeched as it dived from the roofs to bite a flesh of Predator.

Predator kept his place, right underneath the gargoyle's razor sharp beak. For a split second, Predator's face split into four by a thin line, the four parts opened up like a lid and inside it were rows of razor sharp teeth. Predator gave a low predatory growl as his whole head swell twice its size, and the four petals of jaws expanded to give the gargoyle a painful goodnight.

With a crunch, he locked his jaw with the force of a bear's bite. The swollen head grew many eyes, all looking at different places while his mouth chewed non-stop on the gargoyle.

The lion-creature came back to attack Predator, he felt entirely disgusted by how these mutated things had no common sense whatsoever.

Predator spit out a pulp of blood and guts before he turned his head towards the lion-creature, the stupid beast should have backed away like how a predator should have.

Predator's four petal jaws shifted its shape to four entirely new tentacles, from that tentacles grew several blade like hooks growing from its sides. Like a helicopter, Predator's tentacles spun around and sawed the lion-creature's body.

The lobby got entirely sprayed with blood, the abstract painting also got dirtied with blood. Such a shame, he liked abstract paintings.

Bloody pulps and other disgusting leftovers of his attackers were left behind, he did not care what the media would say in the next morning they saw this.

Without no other thoughts, he got into the nearest elevator he could find. And luckily, the elevator itself is currently not on any other levels than theirs.

Soft elevator music filled his ear, there was bloody shoe steps under his shoes. He felt the need to lick it, though. Wondering how their blood could taste. He looked at the number on top of the door, waiting eagerly to see the face of someone who failed to test his skills.

There was a ping on the door, the sign on top of him said exactly the thirteenth floor. He waited for the door to slide apart, now to meet the client face in face.

But he curiously finds himself in front of a bird beaked masked individual, this must be the client.

The client held up a cup and pointed at Predator. "You're very good at this, Mr. Yamagishi Mototsune!" Said the bird beaked.

Predator cringed at the name, feeling a little bit of mixed feelings inside of him. He sipped on his cup, but a few of its contents dripped on the client's formal wear. He sat on an electric blue sofa, one leg raised on the other. Across him was another electric blue sofa, both of the sofas are separated by a glass coffee table.

"Hey man, did you send those losers?" Predator asked him, his thumb pointing to his back. "What the hell's up with this place, I heard your company's ain't taking outsiders."

"Why yes!" The man said cheerily. "To both questions. They are my own babies, I am very proud to see them battling for the first time! And to your other question… Well, let's just say I don't not know you for that long."

Predator saw the laptop on top of the coffee table in front of him, so that must be how the bird beaked man saw his performance at the lobby downstairs. One of Predator's eyes swiveled with its own accord, the single eye caught another figure in the room, and it was a handsome faced man with formals as well. The man stood behind the beaked fellow, watching him with a blank face.

"So… Yeah, about the job?" Predator raised his eyebrow at the two.

"Oh yes! Well, you are Predator, yes?" The beaked man asked him.

Predator shrugged. "More or less…"

The man had a smirk under his beak. "Well… My name is Aquila, my friend. Come! Have a sit down!"

"Jeez, I mean, I know who you are. It's not like you're not talked about all the time by my boss." Predator said, a half smile formed on his lips. He circled around the empty sofa and sat down across Aquila, both individuals felt an awkward silence between them. Well, it seemed like Predator is the only one who could feel it.

"Oh, Mister J talks about me? Well, that's good!" Aquila stated with a grin, the cup on his hand suddenly turned to vapor along with its contents. Predator watched in awe as Aquila just waved the vapor away.

"You know about him?"

"Of course, I do!" Aquila said, followed by what seemed to be an unstoppable chuckle. "How could I forget a face like that? HAHA!"

Predator opened his mouth, laughing a bit as well. He found the joke funny, considering that his boss had no face to remember by. But as a professional assassin, a killer for hire, and an all-time feared creature, he'd really need to work on his social anxiety.

"Well?" Aquila said.

Predator blinked a few times. "Well what?"

"You know!" Aquila said again, tapping his foot impatiently. His face looked like he wanted Predator to guess.

"He's asking you for your opinions on his bio engineered artificial creatures you fought earlier." Said the other man, his tone flat and merciless.

Aquila turned his head to glare at his predecessor, there was a glare Predator supposed, as he could almost see it under Aquila's bird mask.

"S'abstenir vous-meme, Monsieur Ryutetsu! I was just getting to that!" Aquila said with an exaggerated wail.

"Stop that, you're not French." Ryutetsu deadpanned.

Predator cocked his eyebrow again. "They were artificial? Well, I mean I know they are, but how the hell did you control those things?"

He himself felt a little confused, in a world where mocking logic and natural laws are common, it should've been pretty obvious why he wanted to ask first. It's not like he didn't have a few guess, but what's the harm in asking?

"Well!" Aquila exclaimed, clapping his hand together, and a smile formed on the mask-less part of his face. "That's a company secret, my dear friend Predator!"

"Figures…"

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Predator replied quickly.

"How about we skip the introductions and go back to more important matters?" Aquila said, his fingers intertwining in front of his face. The other man, Ryutetsu, went back to silent mode as the two continued their chat.

"Yeah… Been wondering what's my side of the bargain for wasting all your… Erm… Babies?" Predator asked, unsure of what to do anymore. A part of him is particularly interested in what Aquila wanted to say, but another, more discriminative part of him, said that the dude in front of him is probably the most outrageous client he'd ever met.

How could he had not be surprised? The man himself wore a mask, the man had a predecessor, the man controlled genetically engineered beings, and to be frank, Aquila's quite the type who'd look at a deformed conjoined twins with spider like heads and say 'Hey! I like this one! Let's keep this!'

As a terrifying creature himself, Predator felt offended.

"Oh! No need for that! In fact, I don't think I'll ever worry about wasting another artificially engineered creature again now that you are here, Monsieur Predator!"

"Stop that, you're not French." Ryutetsu suddenly said.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Well, I was going to offer you a job as a protection for my company!" Aquila said cheerfully, his fingers wringing together. "As you can see, I've only sent a bit too little to try their best to kill you earlier, that's only because I've just recently found out that someone's been stealing my imported engineered parts!"

Predator only nods, looking at the now frustrated Aquila.

"And the worst of all, those parts cost millions of yen!" Aquila raised both his hands up in the air, imitating a call to the gods for help. "Oh! Pity me, your lord! For what have I done to receive this kind of payment?"

Predator's lips curled highly, he looked sideways at Ryutetsu. "You're this guy's minion?" He asked in incredulity.

"I'm offended… Really…" Ryutetsu said blankly.

Aquila stopped his one of a kind monologue, he looked at both Ryutetsu and Predator. "Oh, don't mind him, my friend!" He said to Predator. "He's merely my current sponsor and my trusty advisor!"

Predator took note of that. "Sponsor? You pay for illegal bioweapon?"

"Yes, you could say that. Although I'm not the only one who does this, actually." Ryutetsu replied.

"Why?" Predator scoffed. "Let me guess, you pay for the guns the terrorists use too?"

"I had high interest in Aquila's research." Ryutetsu answered. "And for your other question… Yes, in the past."

Predator gave a short laugh. "You, pal, are mental. All of you."

"So, Predator, do tell. Are you free on the Saturday?" Aquila said in a hushed voice, his eyes gleaming behind his mask. One of his hand lend out for Predator to shake.

Predator stopped to think for a moment, what could he have possibly gained from doing this? The man hired him to be a security guard, the man who's hated by his own boss too. Is it really worth the creeping depression, of knowing that maybe his boss could be knowing him to be in here right now, chatting with his arch nemesis?

"Aw, what the heck. Sure, I'll do it." Predator shook Aquila's hand, his thoughts all swept away in an instant. "So what's the cue?"

"The docks at the south, seven o'clock sharp!" Aquila replied.

"Got it." Predator stood up from his seat, taking a long look around him before walking back towards the elevator.

He felt like this night was a good night, it's somewhat relieving and he didn't knew why. He brushed off dusts of his long coat a few times, he stepped into the elevator again. While he waited for the doors to close, he saw Aquila staring at him from the other side.

"Adieu!"

"Stop that, you're not French."

And with that, the elevator doors closed entirely. Predator was left with his thoughts, his only thoughts to be precise. He wondered how a man like him got his awfully embarrassing full name, and the time which he realizes why his boss hated Aquila, and Ryutetsu seemed to have lesser fond of the beaked man than Predator does.

Aquila's Quirk is curious, Predator had watch him turn a cup to gas and waved it away. Could he himself turn to gas? How would Predator take him down if necessary then?

Predator looked above his head, neon light showed the current floor the elevator's in. He's almost halfway down, and as he waited patiently for his floor, he checked his watch.

It looked like he fought for almost half an hour, and talked for about half an hour as well. This looked like the record holder for the shortest client meeting he's ever done.

He could tell, he's about fifty years old! Or so…

As he got to the first floor, he straightened his back to show no one in particular. But as he got out, he saw that he was not the only one in the floor.

The night's still dark, and nobody should have been working at this hour. But there they are, a group of people, cleaning the lobby of blood with cleaning equipment.

Predator looked around the lobby as he got out of the elevator, the people around him seemed to be no different than average people. But they all look really pale, and they smell different too.

As he got passed the cleaning crowd, he saw that what seemed to be a woman who carried a mop, had a single fly buzzing in her wide unblinking eyes.

Their mouths are also seemed to be locked until told to, everyone here except Predator seemed to also be genetically modified to follow orders.

Predator seemed astounded at the sights around him, he also saw the abstract painting earlier got carried away, only to be placed with a similar one just without the blood stains.

Finally, Predator got out of the building with a grin on his face. The streets is still empty, the night is still quiet, and the streetlights above him continuously shining him with bright light. He breathed in a gulp of air and sighed, with a single internal command, he grew wings out of his back.

While he needed to grow the exact proportions of a wing needed for him to fly, he got curious of what might happen in Saturday. At short, he looked forward to it.

With a strong flap from his bat like wings, he flew to the night.


ORIGINAL CHARACTER CARD

ALIAS : PREDATOR

REAL NAME : YAMAGISHI MOTOTSUNE

QUIRK : CELL CONTROL

OVERALL : Mototsune is about fifty years old, his Quirk allows him to change his own face form to a younger one. Ever since he was a child, he could grow body parts out of body parts, and these things did not took a toll on him according to the man himself. Mototsune's Quirk is like Gotou from Parasyte, the only difference is that he could duplicate a single cell as well. If he needed a spider web, he could spin one, if he needed a paralyzing venom, he could create one, his body is all mighty and is no doubt that he, is the apex predator. His other traits is that he could split himself continuously, but duplicating too much cell would be very overwhelming to him, and cell instances would wither if it gets too far from each other. Mototsune is a tad bit arrogant, but he's also pretty lonesome due to his social anxiety, he favors eating food a lot since he could basically upgrade his tongue to a super taster.

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Next up on The Quirk Underworld... Toga Himiko, suffering from bipolarity disorder? Or something much heinous?

Find out on the next chapter "The Etymology of Toga Himiko"

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