AN: The way and feel of the song being worked into this chapter is going to be... different than usual.

The purest form of fanservice for some (Hi Knight), eye-roll material for others.

I'm not apologizing.

-Black

Shoving with all her might, Momo managed to pry herself free of the rubble. "Hey!" She called out, coughing though the dust that had filled the room. "Is everyone okay?"

Shuichi groaned, shoving what was left of a bed off of himself, Eri and Yoichi. "Alive and kicking." Trembling, now hiding his face inside that gas mask of his, Yoichi nodded, giving a thumbs up.

Eri's eyes darted about, her hands clenched in front of her chest. "Where's Recovery Girl?"

Momo glanced about, searching for her. "She was standing right..." She leapt out of bed, shoving an entire dresser off of a pile of rubble. To her simultaneous relief and dismay, Recovery Girl had been beneath it. "Oh no." Her head was bleeding, swollen and bruised black above her temple. "Hey!" Her quirk soon created a smelling salt from her fingertips, waving it around beneath the unconscious teacher's nose. "Wake up!"

Nothing but low, weak groaning from her school's medic.

"Is she okay?" Eri ran to her side, eyes wide and fearful, tears threatening to flow at any second.

Clenching her fist, Momo shoved her own worries as far away as she could. "She will be." And she set to digging recovery girl free of the rubble, Eri soon lending a hand.

By the door, Shuichi's eyes narrowed. "Hey, Yoichi?" His friend wordlessly turned to him, quaking in his shoes. "Do you hear that?"

Slowly, all too eerily slowly, they turned the hall. Stomping, lumbering, panting and growling of some rabid beast was inching ever closer. "Stain..." it breathed with shredded lungs. "Stain... STAIN!"

Shivering, huddling behind the closest cover, Yoichi shrieked as he whispered. "What the hell is that?"

Trembling himself, Shuichi picked up the nearest weapon he could find. "I don't know..." Just a loose section of copper piping.

"What the hell is it!?" Yoichi hissed.

"Still don't know!" Shuichi hissed back as the stomping drew closer.

Finally having recovery girl free, hoisting her onto her shoulder, Momo used her quirk to simultaneously create and put on better clothing. "Boys!"she whispered, snaring their attention. "I need you to get Recovery girl outsi-"

Something threw itself through the wall, bringing more of the building down around their heads. Yoichi shrieked, cowering under his arms as Shuichi and Momo threw themselves over Eri and the collapsed Recovery Girl. The thing that had smashed its way into the room was barely human. Its face was ruined, utterly bent and smashed; his nose was torn off, skin torn away to expose the muscle dwelling beneath as blood poured from its face.

The beast's remaining eye was so bloodshot it had gone completely red, bloody tears rolling down what had once been its cheeks. In the other socket, should anyone have bothered to look, was the shattered remnants of a glass eye. "STAIN!" It bellowed.

Seeing his friends dazed and slow to react, partially buried in rubble again, Yoichi leapt to his feet. "HEYO! GETCHER STAINS! LOTSA STAINS, THIS WAY!"

Without lips to hide them, the monster bared its teeth as it roared, chasing after the already fleeing teenager.

Eyes suddenly agape, Shuichi screamed. "Yoichi, no!"

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Yoichi's shaking legs carried him out of sight, the monster staggering after him with surprising speed.

Swearing under her breath, Momo again shoved her way to freedom. "Shuichi!"

His face jerked to her, then the hall. "Yoichi, he's-!"

"I know." She put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll keep him safe, just get Eri and Recovery Girl out of here, okay?"

Terrified as he was, Shuichi nodded. "I- y-yes, I promise!" He saluted. "I keep my promises!"

She smiled, then raced after the monster and the boy it would likely kill if it caught. "Me too!" It wasn't long before she was out of sight.

Eri grabbed Shuichi's sleeve, looking up at him on the verge of tears. "She can barely run... I saw her legs shaking, she's not better yet!"

Realizing she was right, the lizard boy gulped, then looked to the window. Placing recovery girl on the ground, he tore Momo's mattress from where it lay and threw it out the shattered window.

"Shuichi?" Eri blinked, not sure what was going on.

He just scooped her and Recovery girl into his arms and leapt out the window, Eri screaming all the way down. They landed without falter, right on the mattress, and he placed them both upon it. "I'll be back."

As he spun around, back toward the building, Eri threw herself at him. Her arms clung to his middle, face shoved against his torso. "NO! The last person who said that was Stendhal and he never came back!" Her tiny fingers clung to him in a vice. "You can't! You can't you can't you can't!"

Shakily, he turned back around and hugged her, looking toward the sounds of approaching police sirens. "Eri... that's my- Yoichi is in there, I can't leave him, no matter what." She just clung to him harder. "Please... trust me."

She squeezed harder, as hard as she could, like he might disappear if she let go. "Come back. Just come back, okay?"

When she released him, he smiled. "I will!" Before bolting back inside, leaving Eri alone with Recovery Girl as the sirens drew closer.

Please... please be okay. I don't want anyone else to die!

Prophet System, final report: End of scenario impending.

Parameters, converted from original binary: "Calculations: Incomplete

Scenario Thirteen: Initiated

Variants, in descending order of likelihood/Severity: Thirteen F, Thirteen ZZ, Thirteen M, Thirteen E, Thirteen R, Thirteen L, Thirteen X, Thirteen B"

Parameter One: Plot for the secret weapon is unearthed.

Parameter Two: Errant agents converted to opposing cause.

Parameter Three: the last child assumes opposition's mantle of leadership.

Parameter Four: New Symbol.

Parameter Five: A last decision...

Decision not verified. Parameter calculations incomplete. Likelihood of worst case scenario, Thirteen F, Unknown.

Awaiting further data..."

Unrelenting rain pattered against the walls and roof. The last of the storm, before it all cleared up. If only it didn't leave Aizawa's aching head in such an aching state. Groggily, he pulled himself to his feet, having fallen asleep where he'd been sitting on Vanessa's floor. She was sitting at her table, drinking from two large cups, one of water and one of blood.

She didn't say anything, she just gestured to the water at the other end of her table. "Thanks..." Her reply was only a nod, as she kept working at her 'breakfast'. Taking the cup in hand, he walked to the window. "So... is today the day?"

Vanessa nodded. "It is."

Shutting his eyes, breathing tense, he drained the glass of water in one go. "Just like that night..."

Eyes lowered, she winced. "Couldn't be more fitting, could it? Ending on a day, like the night it all began."

He hummed his agreement, walking to the sink for a refill. "Oddly poetic."

Draining her water, Vanessa looked him over. "Are you sure about this?"

He drained his glass again. "I have all I need."

"You know that's not what I meant," and he went for a third cup, "if you kill him, there's no coming back from that. Your life as you know it is over."

Without pause, he drained it again, then set it in the sink. "Yeah..."

She gave him a sad little smile. "I should've known you'd want it that way... it really would have been a mercy, to kill you back then."

Shrugging, he started for the front door. "Couldn't have it be that easy."

Standing up to follow after him, she put her hands in her pockets. "And if we had, that 'Kiddo' you're so fond of wouldn't have the life he has now."

Despite everything, Aizawa smiled. "There's that." He turned his face skyward and took a deep, last, peaceful breath. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

They walked together in silence, toward the fates what awaited them, and for once they hoped for the same thing.

They hoped to see The Nameless One pay for all he'd done

"It's no use griping about it," said one of Philanthropy's many security guards, "No phones allowed, so hand em over."

Seeing that it was no use, both Bakugo and Kyoka grumbled as they turned in their devices. "Fascists..." She muttered, stepping past the checkpoint at long last.

They were gathered outside the Shroud, under what had to be the most awkward looking canopy ever devised. "Hey," Mina nudged her, trying to be encouraging, "we'll get em back."

"I don't care about my phone, they took my Zune too..." she frowned, staring worriedly after the electronic in question. "Gah, I shoulda just left it at home."

Mina shrugged. "It survived the USJ, it'll survive a news conference."

Kyoka cast her eyes at Izuku, who returned her meaningful glance. "No... it didn't." While Izuku blushed, Bakugo snickered. "I can hear you..." She growled, trying and failing not to blush herself.

Rather than say anything, Bakugo just raised his hands in surrender. "...Wait," he said after a while, "Where's Zappy?"

"Oh," Mina pointed toward an alleyway, "he's just making a call before turning his phone in."

Finding this to be a little odd, Izuku went to see him. "Back in a sec."

He wandered passed the guard, stepping out into the rain again. While the armed and armored security complained, he ignored them, heading toward the alley. With a downpour like this, Kaminari would be lucky not to have his phone fried just from the call alone. As he drew nearer, he thought he heard the blond talking over the din of the rain.

"Yeah..." Kaminari's tone was sedate, peaceful and assured. "Everything's gonna be fine. ...I love you guys, I hope you know that." Then he switched it off.

Rounding the corner, Izuku saw that he'd been on a video, seconds before it flickered away. "Must've been someone important."

Surprised, Kaminari nearly fell over as he spun around to see him. Then he laughed. "Yeah, well... you know how it is, putting things off to the last second."

Izuku shrugged. "Nope. Never really done that."

Rolling his eyes, still smiling, Denki shook his head as he patted Izuku's shoulder. "Anyway, come on. Let's do this news conference thing!"

As they wandered back, Izuku gave a nervous, single and breathy laugh. "You're awfully excited."

"Yeah, just... trying to work myself up for whatever Nighteye's got in store for us, you know? It's scary stuff."

Izuku gulped, nodding as Kaminari turned in his phone. "It'll be okay."

Kaminari laughed again. "Yeah, I know. You overheard me saying that much right?" Endeavor was at the head of the podium right alongside... 'Nameless', standing behind him as they did the final microphone checks. "Hey, Izuku?"

Blinking, he turned and faced him. "Yeah?"

With a smile, Denki playfully punched his arm. "I uh... fuck it, you're my best bud, right next to Lady."

Smiling, Izuku couldn't help but hear the nerves in his friend's voice. "Den... it's all gonna work out. We've got this." He grabbed his shoulder. "Take a deep breath, go snuggle up with Ahsido, I can see her shivering from here." Nodding, breathing deep, he did just that. "Poor guy..." Then it was Izuku's turn to join Endeavor at the podium.

"Last chance to do this in your office," said the cameraman to 'Nameless', sounding hopeful, "we already have the equipment set up there, out of the rain."

Nameless just smiled. "No, I think this will be just fine, can't think of a more fitting place than outside the Shroud itself." He turned to Endeavor, still smiling. "Wouldn't you say?"

The 'hero' nodded. "Indeed I would."

Shoto was at Endeavor's other side, his stone cold demeanor unyielding even when his father started speaking. "Pre-show jitters, Guren?"

With a shrug, Izuku replied as coolly as he could. "First news event."

Endeavor smirked. "The first of many, if you're indeed serious about being the next 'Symbol of Peace'."

Sheepishly, Izuku rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, ah... if I'd known about the cameras..."

Endeavor held up a silencing hand, shaking his head. "But I approve, I was worried I wouldn't be able to earn my spot as the very thing you wish to become." Confused, the vampire met his eyes only to find that the true Nameless One meant every word. "I look forward to working with you, Guren Fang."

It took considerable effort not to taste bile, speaking what he next spoke. "Likewise." He even managed a small smile, while he was at it.

As the satisfied Endeavor turned back to the crowd, addressing something the camera men were saying, someone tugged Izuku's sleeve. "Hey," it was Kyoka, "is Den okay? I think... I think just said he loved Mina for the first time? I've never seen her that happy."

Izuku blinked. "Why is that troubling you?"

She crossed her arms. "Come on. I've known him for years, I know when he's nervous."

Gulping, Izuku just said the first thing that came to mind. "Pre-show jitters?" Although his eyes communicated something else entirely different, not quite literally standing in Endeavor's shadow; an honor saved for Shoto, his son.

Understanding, Kyoka nodded. "Okay, I get it. I was scared spitless for my first time on camera too." She offered her awkward, unpracticed smile. "We've got this though, so don't worry."

She went to leave, right as the cameramen started counting down for the beginning of the event, but Izuku grabbed her hand. Startled, blinking, she saw the plea in his eyes as he squeezed her hand. Kaminari wasn't the only one frightened... She stepped closer to him, hand on his arm, just below his elbow, and went to kiss his his cheek, countdown reaching zero.

His face turned at the last second, capturing her lips with his, the broadcast already underway. Endeavor growled, doing his best to ignore them, but she stayed right by Izuku's side. When they parted, her eyes said that she wasn't going anywhere.

His eyes told her what she already knew: exactly how he felt about her. "I love you too..." she whispered, before they both resolved not to speak while the event played out before them.

Stain tapped his fingers against his folded arms, standing on a rooftop near their destination, quietly waiting.

Then his radio sprang to life with a rush of static. "Hey, it's yer girl here." There was something truly disconcerting about hearing that said in All Might's voice... "The Fish and I convinced em, we're in position. Might wanna get yerself and Frankie set up now, we'll be startin the show soon enough, the old pup's computer skills worked like a charm."

With a smirk, he brought the radio to his lips. "That's good work. When the heroes finally find us, keep him alive, long enough for him to tell his story if nothing else."

"Aye aye."

When the transmission ended, he handed the radio to Dabi. "One more thing," he pulled a gun from his belt, a small one, "this has darts in it loaded with the perfected serum. If you encounter your father, just shoot him with this, then the battle is yours."

Accepting the radio and the weapon, his friend nodded. "If too many show up, I might have to start killing them. Not my first choice, but..."

Grimacing, Stain nodded. "Just stay alive, old friend."

"No promises." And Dabi fled from the roof, leaving Stain by himself.

His hand went to one particular pouch on Overhaul's belt, opening it. Inside his fingers delved, procuring the vial, the deciding factor of it all: the perfected Quirk erasure serum. Then his eyes turned to their chosen news building.

At the vibrating of his phone, Stain raised an eyebrow and answered it wordlessly. "When this is over..." A voice he did not recognize. "You will regret every decision you've made up to this point, and there will be no going back." Stain's expression hardened, his other hand clenching into a fist. "Turn back, Stendhal."

Stain sighed. "Nighteye, I presume."

"Correct," the hero said, "and I know how every version of this ends. None of them provide what you seek."

Rolling his eyes, the half-human rubbed at his eyes. "And what do I seek, exactly?"

"Vindication." His eyes widened, jaw dropped at hearing the truth so exactly spoken. "Not just for yourself, your past, but for the system that failed you. You seek to correct the wrongs that were committed against you, against those like you. I'm here to tell you this is not the way."

After a moment, Stain laughed. "I see... and how exactly are you going to convince me not to see this through? I'm afraid it must be done... and nothing must be allowed to stand in my way."

Nighteye's reply was as direct as ever. "By telling you exactly how this ends."

Stain laughed again. "And how's that?"

"Your death... and the deaths of your friends." The smile vanished from Stain's face, replaced with... stunned, cold fear. "You die, drowning in your own lungs and clinging to your heart... like that will somehow change anything." Heart skipping several beats, numbly, he turned in the direction of Philanthropy's HQ. "You die wishing you decided to be anyone else, with what time you had left."

Nighteye's predictions... only the foolish or those brave enough to accept their fate ignored them. He knew in his heart, his bones that this was what would come to pass, should he not heed the warning now. Yet still... "So be it."

His conviction remained, and he crushed his phone before dropping it to the roof.

Drawing in another, bracing breath, he just waited. "I wonder... it's going to be quite the injury, if I die holding my heart. Maybe I lose to Endeavor." He laughed, mostly in bitter acceptance. "All the same, he wont escape this, nor will the masquerade." Turning back toward the city, he saw the large screens broadcasting the Shroud's opening event. "Masquerade... reminds me of something..."

Then the screens switched to show All Might, a news host by his side declaring himback from the dead."Hello, people of Japan!" She sounded absolutely elated. "We interrupt your scheduled broadcasts to tell you that All Might is awake!"

Laughing, Toga bellowed in All Might's voice. "Yes, I AM HERE! Awake and ready to tell everyone something very important!"

The newscaster giggled, "So we see, but the big question is exactly what that important something is."

Stain smiled. "Ah, I think I've just remembered..." In fact, he could almost hear the music playing, as All Might spoke.

So did Toga. "Why, non other the biggest scoop of them all! The inside story on Philanthropy itself!"

Stain let the last of the air out of lungs, then just about fell to his knees coughing. His entire body wracked, nearly toppling face first to the roof as his lungs ejected what had to be a liter of blood and other fluids.

All Might grinned. "I'm gonna tell you the true identity of The Nameless One!"

Hands on his knees, breathing heavily, Stain just started laughing. "Might be a bit cheesy, but I'm not sure I really care. "

Standing back up straight, he imagined the chords, the strings building toward the chorus of the song.

Then he started to sing.

"Who am I?
Am I not unique?

Maybe I'm not here,
at all..."

"Look at the fakers...
Blinding us with lies,
The breakers of us all..."

Miles and miles away, one frustrated 'hero' was busy barking at whoever would listen. "Where the hell is that coming from!?" Endeavor demanded.

(Oh, it's useless...)

"Uh..." the cameraman ran to his van, checking over the rest of his broadcast equipment. "I don't know, where ever it is it's gotta be some small place, one not affiliated with- "

(What could it mean that we're here?)

Endeavor growled, "I don't care who they're affiliated with, FIND THEM!"

(Can we make a difference?)

In rapid succession, newscrew and heroes alike started running toward Philantrhopy's main building. With his eyes wide, what passed for wide in his case, Shoto breathed, "Is that really him? Is All Might back?"

(If we don't break out of here?)

"Impossible," Nameless declared, "I'd have been told!"

Without wasting another breath, Endeavor charged through the main building's front doors. Izuku's brow furrowed. "If it's not actually All Might then who-" he and Kyoka turned to each other simultaneously. "Toga!"

Eyes rocketing to the main building, Kyoka looked utterly horrified. "Oh fuck, if that's actually her, there's no way she's just going to drop that bomb and run!"

Kaminari gulped. "She's gonna spill everything there is to spill."

Reaching the front desk, Endeavor tore a handset off the nearest phone. "This is Endeavor! Track down the source of that broadcast NOW! We have no reason to believe that's actually All Might!"

"wake up, get up, get out there!" Stain spun on his heels, arms splayed wide and face to the sky. "Raise your voice against liars!" Hands to the heavens, fists curled tight, he sang with a wild grin. "Feed your anger like fire!"

From the street below he thought he heard running, looked, and saw a hero charging toward the news building. "This is Starlight Brigadier," she said into a wrist-radio, "about to search the MT news building!"

Stain sighed, shaking his head and still smiling. "Why does nobody want change?" Then leapt off the roof.

Landing beside her, she blinked and he gave a mischievous grin. Sweeping his legs around, he sent her flying from her footing. She raised her hands, glowing blue, and several orbs of light all different colors materialized, swarming around and flying toward the dhampire like bullets. He unsheathed his sword and split them all in two, kneeing her in the gut.

As consciousness left her, Stain caught her before she could hit anything important against the street. Taking her wrist radio, he gently lowered her off to one side, out of harms way. "Just imagine you're out there..." He clasped the radio to his vest, turning up the volume and listening intently. "Swatting lies in the making..."

"Hey!" Stain looked up to see a nearby cop, somewhere between amazed and furious. "What the hell are you doing!?" When Stain grinned, he reached for his shoulder to grab his radio, only for the dhampire to throw a knife at him.

The officer grunted in pain when the blade sliced his shoulder, clattering away. "Can't move fast without breaking..." Fittingly, as he charged forward, he felt his lungs protesting again.

The officer growled, other hand reaching for his gun as he fumbled for his radio. "You little-" He bared his teeth, bringing the handpiece to his mouth. "This is officer-" He blinked in confusion, seeing that the wire to his radio had been severed.

Just in time for Stain to punch him across the mouth.

The officer clattered against the street, gun flying away. As he scrambled for his weapon, Stain stomped on the hilt of his knife, sending it spinning into the air and spiraling blood as it went. Catching the floating fluid with his tongue, Stain snatched the weapon from the air and sheathed it again with a flourish before kneeling on the immobilized officer's collarbone.

Tried as he might to struggle, the officer felt himself passing out. "Wha- ..what are you...?"

Stain just put a shushing finger to his lips. "If you hold on life won't change." As the officer blinked in confusion, Stain gently patted his head, easing him off to sleep before checking that his pulse was steady.

Sighing in relief, Stain tried to stand but fell into another coughing fit. As he stumbled about, trying to keep his footing, more blood, pus and clear liquid poured out of his mouth. He started beating a hand against his chest, trying to force the rest of it out, but it wasn't helping.

"Officer Sagara from car 11-k!" A gun clicked, aimed at the temporarily helpless Stain. "My partner is down! Send backup to-" If only he'd been listening for anyone sneaking up on him, as Dabi elbowed the back of his neck, send the unconscious man to the ground with a splash.

Wordlessly, glancing about for other enemies, Dabi ran to his friend and physically help him up. One hand on his chest as he doubled over, Dabi started slapping Stain's back. When the rest of the blood and ick forced itself free, he sighed in relief. With shaky feet, Stain righted himself giving him an appreciative look along with a thumbs up.

A thumbs up that Dabi returned, and the boys smirked at each other.

Turning their sights to the city, they saw All Might -Toga- going over all the evidence they had, piece by piece in front of documents displayed behind her. It wasn't long before she started talking the vampires and their extermination, bringing up both Izuku and Vanessa and their stories along the way; the best positive and only examples of their kind to show. One rumored to be the next symbol of peace, the other a promising and very active hero.

She left no stone unturned, every last bit of information put on display.

The lobby of Philanthropy's main building had been turned into a makeshift center of operations, where Endeavor and 'Nameless' were busy trying to narrow down where the hell All Might was.

(The fakers, are all sick at heart...)

"Leads, anyone!" Endeavor barked, as the fearsomely armed and armored guards scurried about. Nothing as of yet, every building searched came up with nadda, not that they weren't boosting the signal by covering the live story.

(Their faces hiding their fear...)

While her friends all looked worried, Kyoka just tapped her foot, scrolling through the news on a laptop she'd snagged. So far so peaceful, not one sign of rioting or civilian outrage.

hmm...

(They look down on, all the rest of us,)

Turning her eyes to one side, she saw Endeavor growling out more commands. "Make a list! We'll do this by elimination if we have to!"

(Like they're some special breed...)

Eyes back to the laptop, Kyoka saw that Himiko was reaching the end of her tale, giving center stage to Mooney. As his grisly tale of betrayal, mutilation and horrors was divulged people in the room started exchanging significant glances

(Who's the high lord... Who thinks he's better than us?)

"This..." said one guard, "This is who I've been working for?"

(Ain't it a crime that?)

Another by his side gulped, and Endeavor's ear twitched as he spoke. "I... I'm starting to feel sick..."

(is there a mission for us?)

"Hey, come on!" Said another, as Endeavor started sweating. "They had their reasons! We're fighting for the greater good here!"

(Who is that high lord... Who'd kill a million of us?)

Another scoffed, and Endeavor's eye twitched. "Yeah, the age old cry of the oppressor." Slowly, he started looking about the room, going ghostly pale.

(And as the bell tolls... Is there no remission for us?)

"Hey," Izuku blinked when Kyoka whispered in his ear, "take a look..." she showed him the news she'd been scrolling through. He turned a nervous questiong eye to her. "Nothing's happening."

Quirking an eyebrow, he blinked again. "...your point?" She leaned in and whispered in his ear, watching the murmuring crowd closely.

When she was done, she leaned away, watching him with nervous eyes, she gulped. "Well?"

Turning his own gaze to the guards, who looked ready to start throwing punches, he gulped too and nodded. "Do it."

Her eyes fluttered, fear relieved in mere moments as she smiled at him. "You mean it?"

"Of course." Turning back to her, he smiled too, giving her a thumbs up. "Still doubt that I trust you?" Gleefully, Kyoka shook her head, then the first punch was thrown, and the room started falling into chaos. "Run!"

While everyone quickly decided what side they were on, Kyoka ran. Thanks to Izuku keeping the fighting off of her, she got up to and and grabbed 'Nameless', dragging him toward the elevator. "Go!" She shouted, shoving him inside and keying the top floor.

The doors closed, and they heard gunfire as 'Nameless' panted against the far wall. "Wh-what do you want with me?" he trembled.

Still facing the doors, she smirked. "It was you, wasn't it?" He froze and she put her hands in her pockets. "You're the one who left all those breadcrumbs, those clues for us to find. Weren't you?" She turned toward him, giving him a sidelong smirk. "I'm also guess that you were the one who called off the hunt for vampires, over a decade ago. That was around the time Endeavor's father died, right?"

He relaxed, breathing easily again and straightening himself up with a smile of his own. "You're a sharp one, Earphone Jack." As she completely turned to face him, her approval couldn't have been more clear. "Exactly what can I help you with?"

"Calling Nighteye's bluff and putting my faith in the common citizen." Pulling a hand from one pocket, she showed him the thumb drive that held all the collected evidence. "Wanna help put the blame on the man who's really in charge?"

He smiled a little brighter. "More than anything."

Once arrived at the top floor, they locked down the elevator by jamming the doors open. Bolting inside the office, Nameless set to work making sure the cameras were running. Kyoka hooked the thumbdrive into the office's lone computer. "Are we rolling?"

He gave a thumbs up, stolling over and sitting in the chair beside Endeavor's desk. "All set."

Sliding over the desk, sitting at the front of it, she was 'standing' a good taller than her ally. "Heya, Musutafu. Earphone Jack here with The Nameless One... or I guess I should say his figurehead, but as far as we know, he doesn't have a name."

He laughed. "Not that I'm willing to disclose, quite yet."

Crossing her arms, she gave the camera her most confident smirk. "Anyway, we're here to make some noise, right along side our symbol of peace. Just in case no one's believing this stuff."

"Wake up, get up, get out there!
There's more to life than their way!
If you live you cannot stay...
Why does nobody want change?"

As Mooney finished telling his side of the story, Toga returned to her place in front of the green screen. "In conclusion, my dear citizens!" She bellowed. "I have one last piece of damning evidence! It's about the Proph-"

"Apologies, All Might!" Interrupted the host, "but the CEO of Philanthropy is... confirming your story. In fact he's adding"

Confused, she nodded and let the greenscreen show what was being added to the story. It was the video of All For One, his brother, and the first nameless one.

(Let your voices ring out, yeah!)

It played through every moment it had to show. All across Japan and other parts of the world, people recognized the now dead Villain.

(Take the mask off and be free!)

History buffs and hero fans alike slowly put together that the first Nameless One was none other than the first of the 'Endeavor line'. It wasn't long before that was spreading like wildfire across the internet.

(Find yourself in the debris!)

Then, at the ending quote of The Three Musketeers given, the internet exploded with speculation about All Might's family line.

(If you hold on life wont change!)

The feed flickered away, revealing Kyoka-Girl and Nameless smiling smugly. "As you can see," Kyoka said, happier than Himiko had seen her in a long, long time, "the history of the 'Philanthropists' goes back quite a ways."

Nameless nodded. "Indeed it does. Though it think it would be more apt to call them Musketeers, wouldn't it?"

Kyoka shrugged. "Yeah, maybe... but I like the irony of calling them Philanthropists, considering all the harm they've done."

"I couldn't agree more," he nodded again, "but I seem to remember something you wanted to say to All Might himself?"

When she looked at the camera, Himiko knew her gig was up. "I do, actually." Kyoka knew. "Hey, All Might!" She stood, one hand on her hip, other shoulder forward. "I've done all I can here, the rest is up to you!" She thrust her other hand up, holding it above her head for a moment. "I'm trusting that you know where to stop telling the story, lest you stir up a hornets nest by saying something that comes out too volatile. After all..." Her hand flew down, flashing her peace sign with a grinning wink. "You wouldn't want to embarass 'yer girl', but I already know I can't stop you." The smile gave then was meaningful, happy and hopeful. "You'll do what you know it right. I know you will."

Then the feed cut out, and Himiko slowly rose to her feet, shaking all over. "Kyoka-girl..." She straightened up, smiling and bereft with joy. "I'M SO PROUD!" Clenching her fist, Toga's chest swelled with her previously proclaimed pride. "She's all grown up now!" Wiping a tear from her eye, Himiko just grinned wider. "What a hero she's going to make, wouldn't you say!?"

Laughing, the newscaster nodded. "Looking forward to that day!"

"Wake up, get up, get out there!
Raise your voice against liars!
Feed your anger like fire!
Why does nobody want change?"

Out on the streets, Stain was beside himself with glee, laughing up a storm. "I knew they'd come around!" Clapping his hands and cheering.

Dabi smirked. "Now all we've gotta do is wait." He crossed his arms listening closely for Toga's final shpeel about the Prophet system, it's true purpose and the rebellion that would doubtlessly follow.

Only... things wouldn't be going that way. "Well..." All Might saluted the camera. "I've said all I can say!" Stain's smile vanished. "I'm not so pigheaded a teacher that I don't know when to listen to my own student!"

Stain took a step toward the screen he and Dabi were watching. "No..." he growled. "No no no!"

All Might howled with laughter. "What can I say? I think the corruption and misdeeds are laid out plainly enough... Now, if you don't mind," she rocketed to her feet,"I HAVE AN ENDEAVOR OF MY OWN TO SEE TO!" With a wink , she added. "Or to put behind bars, I should say! Because as long as I AM HERE no such injustice shall go unpunished!"

Without another word, she rocketed into the air, through the roof, and took off toward Philanthropy. "You heard it here, folks!" Said the newscaster, "Straight from MT News!"

Soon joining them was Mooney, happy as a clam. "Finally... after all these years it's done!" He cheered as Stain trembled with rage, fists clenched so hard his nails dug into his palms. "I'm free! Those bastards will get what they have coming and no more innocent people will be hurt!" Looking incredibly displeased, Dabi brought a finger to his lips. "What?" Mooney blinked. "What's wrong?"

Dabi pointed to the third individual in their party, and they turned to Stain, slowly, watching and waiting. Entire minutes passed, soon an entire quarter of an hour had passed. "I don't hear it." His palms were bleeding, dripping blood onto the pavement. "No one is rising up... no one is heeding the call..." His body started shaking, eyes turned back to the screen. "Where's the call to arms? Where's the demand for Endeavor's dethroning?"

Turning toward the city, Dabi strained his ears. "No... there's fighting. Definitely quirks involved. Sounds like the heroes are sorting who's with who."

Stain's face fell, body slumping slightly forward and he brought a palm to his face. Shoulders shaking, silently at first, he started laughing. "Of course... it's just the heroes. Some justly minded villains too, I'm sure." His head fell back, facing the sky. "Only those will the will to act in the first place would be so willing!" He screamed, palm still resting on his face. "Nothing we've said has exposed a direct threat to the people, therefore the average person sees no need to act!"

His laughter grew louder, hands thrown out to his sides as Dabi looked at him in worry. "Chizome?" Still laughing, his childhood friend turned to face him. "Are you okay?"

Relaxing, Stain's smile calmed, and he put a hand on Dabi's shoulder. "Of course... I'm just... I wish it hadn't come to this. There really is no going back, once it's done."

Nodding, Dabi's smile came back too. "Plan B, then?"

Hand removed from Dabi's shoulder, Stain turned toward Philanthropy's headquarters. "Plan B... and all the upheaval therewith it." Decisively, he turned to the third in their company. "Mooney!"

The beast blinked. "Yes?"

"Can you carry us, my friend?" Stain's voice went soft, almost inperceptibly quiet. "To our crusade's final destination... no doubt that's where Toga's heading. She has be running low on time as All Might by now. I'd hate to see her perish."

With a nod, Mooney lowered himself to ground and let the others climb onto his back. "Ready?"

Stain looked to Dabi, who nodded, then turned back. "Once more into the breach, dear friends?"

Dabi chuckled. "Once more, old pal."

Mooney grinned. "Let's go kill Endeavor!" Then the trio flew into the sky, toward their jouney's end.

"Just imagine you're out there!
Swatting lies in the makin'!
Can't move fast without breakin'!
If you hold on life won't change!"