The Raid: The Masks You Wear.
Aizawa hated the media. That was a single, undisputed fact. He hated it even more since they tried to spin Renaru's capture as a hero fallen from grace. But… What made Aizawa almost have a brain aneurysm was the assumption that Yaoyorozu was a traitor.
She wasn't, she was the one spearheading the plan to get him back, "Sir! According to the surveillance drones, they went dark right around the time of the attack, the last glimpse of Renegade was him being led away by Creati, is there any-"
"I'm going to have to stop you right there, ma'am, no. Already established, moving on," A small white mouse squeaked, "It was clear that Renegade was tricked, as he had ignited before being captured, likely going to blast his captors, but barely had time to, furthermore, Renaru is a very wary boy, due to his condition, and we do not know what they want with him," he said, his name was Nezu.
The clamor of the reporters flared up and Aizawa looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there in the moment.
"Renegade is one of my students, and I'm ashamed that I let him get captured… Of course, we're doing all we can to get him back," Aizawa said, "Still, I feel if it is in our best interest to apologize…"
He bowed alongside his colleagues, his eyes closing. They had to do something about this. Little did they know that some of Class 1-A was planning a rescue...
"What are you guys thinking?! That's suicide!" Tenya gasped, "We're all stressed, but we should leave it to the heroes!" he gasped.
"Like hell, I will! I said I'm gettin' him back and I will, Rectangle!" I yelled, glaring at him. We needed a fucking plan. Momo already planted a tracker on one of the villains it was a tiny one on her necklace, which dropped onto Faker's cardigan.
"This mission is voluntary, and if you don't want to go, it's okay, now, who wants to go with me and Katsuki?" Momo asked.
Denki, Sero, Kirishima, Mineta, and Mina raised their hands, Rectangle did too. So did Deku. In a surprising turn, Todoroki did.
"I'm going," he said. Renaru and his relationship was weird, from rivals to friends in a heartbeat. I guess having assholes for dads brought them together. I smirked.
"Okay, Ponytail, what's the strat?" I asked, "We can't rush in, so…"
"We sneak in!" she responded. I gawked a little.
"What? We… we have no…" I mumbled, "FUCK! We don't have any disguises!"
Momo smiled and held up something. A shining plastic card flickered in the light. Everyone who was going was gawking at it.
"No way, Yaomomo! You have your credit card? " Mina yelled, "With that baby, we'll be able to save Renaru for sure!"
We all agreed, going on the train, following the tracker. Momo stood stiffly, her eyes closed and her breath hissing out, I stood next to her, hands jammed into my pockets.
"Katsuki? Are you scared?" she asked.
"Nah, how could I be? Renaru's an idiot, but he's a good idiot, he's stronger than we know and he's got a good head on his shoulders…" I sighed, "I just hope he's still in one piece…"
"You and me both, Katsuki…" she sighed.
I looked down at the overly clean floor. I didn't look up. Everything I knew was gone. Fighting back was pointless. I was drifting. Momo… that girl took Momo's face. Now I'm here. Stuck among the maniacs and fucking freaks. Right where I belong.
And I hate it. They took me away from where I needed to be. I could only imagine what my mom and brother, and my lovely Momo would be going through without me. I was stuck staring at the villains who got lucky enough to get away.
Twice was among them. He looked… somber. He shuffled nervously and that skank with the golden eyes and hair giggled at me. I shot her a glare, daring her to try something. I wasn't above wiping that fucking smile off her face.
She stole my Momo's face. Tricked me. It made me feel like a damn fool, and maybe that's what I am.
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked. Handman scoffed, "Of course not, you're an asset,"
"What I want you to do is join us," he commanded, "Or you can just not realize your full potential, and stagnate,"
"You think I'm gonna back down? You're gonna have to try harder than that," I snarled, smiling.
"Is that so?" he drawled, "I have something… rather special in mind for you,"
Twice stepped forward, looking down at his feet, his eyes shifting upward to mine, "Kid… I… I'm sorry, I'm really sorry… but… uh, WE'LL TURN YOU INTO A NOMU! Jeez, shut the fuck up! I… I don't want to… hurt you, but… SENSEI'S ORDERS," he said, his hands shaking.
I stared up at him, eyes blank, my hope dying. I had long learned to just bottle up and accept the pain. Bottle up your emotions, all except the smiling, happy Renaru everyone knows and EXPECTS. Let the scared, crying one stay inside. I was catapulted back to the days of being bullied, being beaten and crying my eyes out. I wore a mask then, one of bravery replaced the real me. The one Mom and Katsuki and Momo would see. I was wearing a mask, and Handman tore it off.
At that very moment, I started to cry. Sniffing and sobbing, losing control of my senses. Sobbing and begging for them to let me go, to take me home, to not make me a monster. No sympathy except for Twice reluctantly tying me up.
He seemed to smile, "Hey, at least you won't have to deal with your condition anymore!"
I closed my eyes, my breath hissing out, "You're one fine specimen, boy…" a cold voice, sounding like Death itself cooed, "The perfect example of a man who improves oneself…"
A man stepped out of the shadows, and my sobs died, my eyes beheld a death's mask. I stared straight into those dark miasma eyes and froze. His voice was powerful, like booming thunder mixed with a death's whisper.
"Tomura… why did you scare this sweet boy? I will not make you a Nomu… it'd be a waste of time,"
He reached out and touched my face, tipping it upward, "Renaru… you fight so hard, don't you?"
I nodded, "How honest…"
"What… what're you gonna do to me?" I mumbled the low, soft chuckle sent shivers down my spine, I wanted to run, I wanted to hide. The man almost tenderly put his hand on my forehead.
"Poor boy… always making the sacrifice play… Your mother loves you, your brother loves you, and yet you keep throwing yourself into the fire… what does that prove? That you're strong? That you're a boy that can take the abuse? Yet, looking deeper, I see a lonely little boy walking in his walker, beaten and bloody…" The man sighed in sympathy, feigning it.
"For years, you fought to become a hero, to become the ideal man for the world that rejected you from the start… because you're a child… a child wanting to be accepted, to be loved by the world that rejects you, Aha! I see another reason… a girl,"
I snapped, "GET OUTTA MY HEAD!" I roared, putting all I had into my blast, feeling everything burst out and my Full Salvo mode active. I saw him emerge from the smoke, barely even burnt.
He dusted his suit off, "Muahahahaha… I like your SPIRIT! Just like that Ragdoll woman… but it'll take much more than spirit to beat me!" He snarled, stalking towards me with the other villains picking themselves up, the bar surprisingly intact.
"I have killed many heroes… yet none represent what I hate the most about them as you do… that saccharine JUSTICE! That is the mind of a child! Yet you are going against what they stand for, how do you expect things to go?"
"I… I… I may not know what I am yet, but I do know one thing… YOU'RE PURE EVIL!" I screamed, "I WON'T LET YOU HURT ANYONE I LOVE!" Full Salvo burst into the Burning mode. My hands shook, my eyes burned, my arms spread wide as the room shook.
"YES! That's it! That's what I want! I want to feel it! Your spirit! Your rage! Your sadness and hopelessness! I want to feel it all! SO COME AT ME! GIVE ME ALL YOU'VE GOT!"
I charged a Burning Full Salvo: Final Buster, not caring about the property damage, all I cared about was seeing that thing dead! "WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU, YOU'RE GONNA DIE SO HARD THAT THEY'RE GONNA NEED AN EIGHTH CIRCLE OF HELL! BURNING FULL SALVO: HELL'S PROMINENCE BURN!" I howled, bringing my hands together, my muscles burst into pain, my hands shook like the earth below me.
*SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-BAKUKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!* A huge blast tore the bar apart, sending the League flying, with me putting all I had into the blast. My body screamed and I screamed, the night turned into day for just a brief moment.
"Hah… hah… Hard… enough for you?" I asked, feeling my body breaking, I was wobbling. Blood poured out of me, sweat stuck to me like glue. In the smoke, floating above the ground, was All For One. He was slightly burned.
"I felt that,"
And my hope died. I was broken. Without my brother or my girlfriend, without my friends and mom… I was nothing. Just… nothing. My throat burned, everything hurt, and the epitome of evil was floating before me, untouched aside from a few minor burns.
"Now then, shall we?"
I heard something move and shift, it was a ragged ton of debris, and I barely had enough energy to get away, I had none at all…
The last thing I saw was the debris falling on me.