I apologize for the WAY TOO LATE update, but I was focussing (still am) on a few writing competitions I am entering, so... Um. Anyway, please enjoy! This is another Daisuke Interval.
The man had called for him again.
This time, Daisuke was ready. Or as close as was possible with these limited allowances.
Over the one day respite he had been given from the deafening presence of who was undoubtedly the leader, he realized that whatever these villains had done to his quirk had put them under chains so tight that he could not use more than a wisp. His reliable limb had been nearly severed and was hanging from a tendon. At least when Aizawa-sensei from that other class did it, it was a momentary thing – being bound up by ropes. Not being cut up by saws.
Still, his quirk was safe and inside him, and for that, Daisuke would continue to thank the heavens.
As Kurogiri entered and placed a non-existent hand on his shoulder, Daisuke steeled his nerves. The man he was being taken to see was powerful and terrifying, but what he had thought of his aims was correct…
He would not waver. Not when Quirky's life was on the line.
He was a hero.
He was a hero.
He swallowed and was swept up in the warper's quirk.
They landed precisely where they had the first time around. This time, however, the man was waiting for them. For him.
"Takahashi Daisuke," He said. "How wonderful to see you again."
Daisuke swallowed.
The man's eyes narrowed. "Have we not had this conversation yet?" He asked.
Daisuke flinched. "I- I don't know your name."
The man chuckled. "It does make for bad manners. Very well. My name, Daisuke, is All for one. You may call me Sensei."
Daisuke's mind raced.
"You won't find any mention of me in your recent villain compilations, child. I am not a villain, nor am I a young, misunderstood person seeking to change the world. I have come a long way for this. For my aim." He sighed and stood up, raising a hand. Kurogiri vanished. "Now, let us have a conversation."
The man walked forward until he was close enough that Daisuke could hear him breathe through the contraption on his face.
"Wh- why?"
The man chuckled. "Oh, it quite simple, really. You have knowledge about the quirk analyst, and I would like to borrow that knowledge."
Daisuke closed his eyes and inhaled. "Why?"
"Is that all you children are capable of saying these days? It truly is a sorry state those heroes have out you in, is it not?"
Daisuke shook.
"Who is Quirky Analyst?" All for One demanded suddenly, and Daisuke stiffened. "Tell me."
"I-" He swallowed, "I am."
There was a moment of silence, then All for One laughed. "What a deflection." He murmured, then walked a few steps back. "Please," He said, mockingly, ironic humor in his voice. "Convince me."
"I am." Daisuke insisted. "I just- I just hired another person, so record the videos and edit the audio because I had no time with my hero studies."
"Indeed?"
"Ye- yes. I analyze the quirks of the villains and send the details to the speaker, and he puts them together for the videos."
All for One stared at Daisuke for an entire minute.
Daisuke began to shiver.
The man smiled. "How amusing. You sacrifice yourself to protect another." His smile shifted to a growl. "Pathetic."
Daisuke's eyes widened, and he flinched.
The pain didn't come.
All for One walked forward and clasped Daisuke's chin, forcing him to look. "Child, you are a terrible liar. Tell me who the analyst is."
Daisuke tried to shake his head. "No."
The man squeezed tighter.
Daisuke winced.
"Very well." He let go. "If I cannot take the analyst's quirk, I shall take yours."
Daisuke's eyes widened. "What…?"
All for one raised a hand, and the one connection that was left was ripped apart.
Daisuke began to scream.