"Dimitri, you sure this is a good idea?" Teki whispered, not wanting to be heard in the crowd of thugs.
"Their leader still thinks I work for him, and he also thinks that you work for me. We won't be caught before everything goes down," Dimitri reassured them.
"I still don't like this. We should back out while we have the chance," Izuku said.
"We could be the difference between one of those kids living or dying. We have to do this Jigsaw," Zen argued.
Izuku paused for a moment before nodding in agreement, "You're right. But just know that this is where shit gets official. U.A won't be too happy that a group of vigilantes broke into their school, and the press is definitely gonna get one of the students to talk about us."
"Wasn't that the plan in the first place?" Kaen asked, a jovial tone in his voice.
A smile spread across Izuku's scarred face, but it immediately fell when he noticed someone moving towards them through the crowd, "Masks," he ordered, prompting the other quirkless to cover their faces.
"So, you're the quirkless mercenaries that Dimitri brought?" A man with pale blue hair questioned. He wore all black and his skin was cracked and dusty, his entire body was covered in severed hands, mainly in areas where the joints were, "Let me ask again why I should let worthless pawns into my league?"
"Because we have the same goal: dismantling the hero society, and by the looks at the 'army' you've assembled, you need all the help you can get here. 'Cause All Might will wipe out these guys in a second," Zen answered.
"I don't need their help or yours, I have an All Might killer in my party, what use could you possibly be?" hand man asked.
"All Might may not be in his prime, but he's not weak either, he can still change the weather with a single punch. Trust me, anything you have will be beaten by him, especially since he'll most definitely have the help of some of the hero students. But if we keep them busy, then your 'All Might killer can focus on his job," Izuku said.
"How would you guys keep those brats busy?" hand man scoffed.
"Like you said, we're quirkless, and we're seen as weaker than everybody else. The hero students will pull their punches because they obviously don't want to hurt the poor weak quirkless people," Umi said mockingly.
Hand man stopped for a few seconds before cackling loudly, "Kurogiri, put the quirkless on the front line!" He yelled out to a man seemingly made of purple mist.
"Of course Master Tomura," Kurogiri called back.
"See you there, quirkless," Tomura cackled as he walked off.
"Nice one," Dimitri smiled.
"Guess this is it," Kesseki sighed.
"I will find a way to get into U.A and get you out once you have finished. Good luck, you'll need it," Dimitri waved goodbye before exiting the warehouse they were congregated in.
"Everybody ready?" Izuku checked his revolver one last time before holstering it in his overcoat.
"Not in the slightest," Teki whispered, an aura of nervousness floated about the six of them.
"Good," Izuku chuckled as a portal of purple mist appeared in front of them all and the villains began to pile into it, "Let's go make a name for ourselves."
"Now, meet some of your tormentors," Kurogiri said and he let them step through a portal facing the hero students.
A few seconds after they stepped through, Izuku nodded to the others and they instantly whirled around to face Kurogiri.
"What is the meaning of this?!" The mist asked.
"It's a mutiny—" Kaen racked his shotgun with malicious intent, "What else does it look like?"
"Focus, Inferno," Izuku chastised.
Kurogiri growled before screaming, "You think you can harm smoke!?"
Izuku pulled back the hammer on his gun, "No harm in trying is there?"
He fired a bullet at where he assumed Kurogiri's side was, only to feel a sting of great pain in his calf, he peered over his shoulder just in time to see a smoky purple portal close.
"I knew trusting that feckless old Russian was a bad idea. If you will not help us kill these hero hopefuls, THEN YOU SHALL DIE ALONGSIDE THEM!"
Purple mist swirled around the vigilantes and most of the hero students, limiting their vision and sending a chill down their bone. Izuku felt the ground give way from him and braced himself for the impact that was bound to come.
Izuku's back hit the ground and tumbled a bit, he hissed when he stood back up and tried to regain his bearings, the wound in his leg almost crippling.
He paused as his eyes came across a sight that made his stomach drop. She was wearing a dark green bodysuit that looked like scales, her hair was braided and hung over her shoulder, and even with the betrayed look in her eyes, Setsuna was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Izuku slowly removed his mask and pulled his hood down, "I know that you're mad at me right now but if you'll just let me—"
"Mad?! I'm not mad I'm fucking seething! What the hell are you doing here, what are you wearing, who were those people you were with?!" Setsuna yelled, he voice carrying across the vast mountain area.
"I'm not gonna sugarcoat anything, we're vigilantes, they're quirkless like me. We're trying to prove that we're not as useless as everybody says we are."
"Are you insane?! You're gonna get yourself killed!"
"You don't think I know that? It's why I'm not doing this alone, we watch each other's backs." Izuku could feel his voice raising to her decibel.
"So you trust a group of strangers more than me?!" Setsuna sounded so upset that it was starting to hurt him.
"What does that have to do with anything?! Of course I trust you more, but you would've just dragged me back to that hospital, I'm not going back there!" Izuku sighed and moved closer to her, "Setsuna, for the first time in my life I feel like I'm doing something worthwhile. For the first time the headaches are gone, and the nightmares aren't every night now. I wish we could talk more but right now we need to get out of here."
Setsuna wiped a stray tear from her eye, "This isn't over I hope you know that."
"I know," Izuku said.
"Setsuna? Is that you?" A voice called from a few feet behind him. Immediately he pulled up his hood and threw his mask back on.
He regretted turning around, as the minute he did he was met with pair of sparking hands.
"Don't move dude," a boy with yellow hair said threateningly.
"Kaminari stand down," Setsuna sighed.
Denki Kaminari looked between Setsuna and Izuku a couple times, before withdrawing his hands.
"Yaomomo, Kyo, Kaminari, this is—"
"Jigsaw," Izuku said, cutting her off.
"Ah, vigilante, that's sick man," Denki stuck his hand out, which Izuku hesitantly shook.
"Even if he is a vigilante we should still capture him and turn him in to the authorities," Momo chided.
"Or, you could not do that and we could focus on getting out of here," Izuku suggested.
"As much as I don't trust him he's right, it's easier for us to get back in a big group," Kyouka said.
Momo seemed hesitant to accept but did so after a few seconds, and the five of them proceeded to make their way to the center of the USJ.
"So that's what you're going by now, Jigsaw?" Setsuna snidely whispered.
"Can we not do this here?" Izuku whispered back.
"Well I don't know when I'm ever gonna see you again so it seems like the perfect time," Setsuna bit back.
Izuku looked away from her but even with the mask she could see the guilt in his eyes, she felt a pang in her heart that made her pull back, joining the other three in the back of the group.
"So you two clearly know each other," Denki deadpanned, earning himself a thwack to the head courtesy of Kyouka.
"Yeah, we do. I don't really wanna talk about it," Setsuna muttered.
Suddenly, Momo stepped in front of them all, "You know you're bleeding, right?"
It was true, a streak of crimson was trailing down his jeans, "It's what happens when you try to shoot smoke apparently," Izuku chuckled.
"We should stop, that bullet could still be in you. You shouldn't let it get infected," Setsuna quietly told him.
"I would but I don't exactly think there's a medkit nearby," Izuku hissed in pain as he put too much pressure on his leg.
Momo tapped him on the shoulder and showed him the medkit she had produced, "Please, this will be easier if you let us help you."
Izuku sat down and pulled up his pants leg, hissing as the fabric scraped against his open flesh. Momo kneeled down in front of him and began tending to his wound, painting the area with an antiseptic as Setsuna sat next to him and subtlety grabbed his hand.
Izuku bit down on his lip to hold in his scream as Momo fished the bullet from his leg with a pair of tweezers, prompting Setsuna to squeeze his hand.
Momo bandaged his hole and stood back up, "I will, uh, give you two a minute."
The two of them sat in silence, completely motionless and fingers still interlocked.
Setsuna was the first to speak up, "If you didn't want to stay in that hospital I would've—" she sighed and a tear dropped off her face, "You didn't even say goodbye."
"I wanted to. I wanted to, so bad, but I knew if I tried I'd never be able to leave," Izuku said.
They fell silent again, "Setsuna, I—" Izuku started.
An explosion went off in the distance, stopping Izuku and sending him into a catatonic state. Setsuna snapped in front of his face a few times but to no avail. Izuku then stood up and began walking towards the source of the explosion.
Kesseki grunted as he used his hammer to block an attack from a red-headed kid whose skin looked like it was made of jagged stones.
"Cool it man, I'm on your side!" Kesseki swung his hammer and hit the kid in the cheek, causing him to stumble a bit.
Eijirou Kirishima cracked his neck and got back into a fighting stance, "Yeah, the fact that you just tried to slug me with a hammer doesn't really help your case."
"You attacked me first!"
"Can we all calm down for a moment," Jurota Shinshida tried to reason, he was covered in thick brown fur, wore a pair of rectangular glasses, and his bottom canines stuck out above his lip.
"Fuck that werewolf, wether this guy is a villain or not I'm still gonna pound him into the pavement!" Katsuki yelled.
"Is he always this aggressive?" Kesseki asked Jurota.
"I do not know him well enough to say," the hairy man responded.
"KATSUKI!" a voice rang out above the raging fires that surrounded them.
Kesseki turned his head to see Izuku stomping towards them, he sighed with relief, "Don't worry, this guy's on our side."
As soon as the words left his mouth Izuku pulled his revolver and let a bullet fly into Katsuki's shoulder.
"Our side, huh?" Eijirou sarcastically asked.
Katsuki snarled as he let a few explosions crackle in his palms.
Both men screamed as they charged each other, Katsuki getting the immediate upper hand by grabbing Izuku's face.
"Let's see the ugly mug under that mask," Katsuki growled as he let an explosion rip from his hand.
Izuku fell to the ground writhing in pain, Kesseki was about to step in when Izuku held his hand up, making him stop. The green-haired boy flipped from his side to kneeling on the ground and ripped the mask off of his face, revealing that a huge hole that had been blasted in the right eye-hole.
"YOU DID THIS TO ME!" Izuku shouted, causing Katsuki to freeze in his place and allowing him to get back up and retaliate.
Izuku grabbed his hatchet and swung it down into Katsuki's thigh, before shooting back up and swinging the hatchet down on his large grenade gauntlets, over, and over, and over again until it finally couldn't take it anymore and a huge gash was torn into it that sent sparks flying all over the place.
He kicked Katsuki in the stomach, but before he could fall on the ground, Izuku grabbed him by his collar, holding the hatchet in the air and preparing to bring it down.
"Tell me it wasn't you man. Tell me that you didn't do this to me," Izuku weakly pleaded, his hand was trembling, causing his hatchet to as well, "TELL ME!...please"
Everything fell quiet, four more hero students rounded the corner and stopped the minute they saw the situation, even the fire raging around them seemed to hush to see what would happen next.
It was so quiet that you could even hear the tear that fell from Katsuki's face to the pavement.
"I can't," Katsuki solemnly whispered.
Izuku held his hatchet up a bit higher, but he didn't bring it back down, it was almost like he couldn't. After a full minute, Izuku dropped the hatchet and let go of Katsuki, letting him fall on his back and slowly get back up.
"Let's go. We can't stay here anymore." Izuku picked up his mask and slipped it back on.
"You good?" Kesseki asked.
"...No."
Hello heathens and heretics, I hope the week has been good to you because it sure as hell hasn't been good to me. Here's a link to the two discord servers I lurk in the most:
The Hoard: https/discord.gg/dkrE77m
LoM: https/discord.gg/R9BU25t
That's it for now, Peace.