The knowledge that Eri had not only escaped from him, but that she would more than likely be making contact with those who had fully embraced their particular strain of disease, infuriated Chisaki nearly to the point where he couldn't see straight. Still, holding Niseko-chan close served to calm him enough that he could begin handing out orders to the Hassaikai's Eight Bullets. Truly, having Niseko-chan close in this way, having the chance to hold him without the boy attempting to squirm out of his embrace, made Chisaki feel better than he ever had since he'd had the chance to spend time with Pops.
Back when the two of them had actually understood each other, before everything had gone so wrong…
Stroking Niseko-chan's soft hair served to ground him, and Chisaki returned his attention to the preparations that he and his forces were making.
"Irinaka, you understand your task, yes?" he asked, shifting Niseko-chan so that the child's forehead rested lightly against his chest.
"Yes, I understand," Irinaka said, his gaze lingering for a moment on Niseko-chan before he emerged from the puppet he used to avoid the threat of attacks that were an unfortunate reality of being one of the Shie Hassaikai's top enforcers. "Here, give this to the kid," he said, handing it over. "He makes you happy, so he should have something that makes him happy, too."
"Thank you, Irinaka," he said, carefully rearranging Niseko-chan so that the boy's arms were able to cradle Irinaka's puppet. "I'm sure he'll appreciate it," gently stroking Niseko-chan's head, Chisaki tucked him back under his still-masked chin. "He did always seem fond of it."
Unspoken between them was the fact that they would be forced to leave all of Niseko-chan's toys behind, the stuffed penguins that had seemed to provide him with such comfort, and in particular the pair that Nemoto had bought to represent the relationship that he wished to form between himself and the child; after he'd cured the boy of his lingering hero syndrome, of course.
Closing ranks with Nemoto, as the pair of them continued on their way through the underground halls and corridors that served to allow the Shie Hassaikai to move about unseen by those outside the organization, Chisaki sighed softly. Niseko-chan's presence was a very calming one, but he was still going to need to reclaim Eri, so that he would be capable of carrying out the plan he had formed – the plan that would put the Yakuza as a whole and the Shie Hassaikai in particular back in command of not only the underworld, but society in general – with the aid of the Quirk she possessed.
However, in order to fight at his utmost, he would need to be certain that Niseko-chan was in a safe place.
~MHA~
After finding themselves confronted by that strange Villain who seemed to have a Quirk a lot like the one Mt. Lady had – the one who had actually been crying when he took off his mask; the one who didn't seem to think he'd had any choice but to fight – Mirio found himself almost constantly having to push the thoughts of what had happened to that man. What had driven him to become a Villain in the first place, and just how he had fallen in with the Shie Hassaikai in the first place. It was the kind of thing that Shimura-san would have thought about, and since Shimura-san was such a good friend of Sir's, Mirio had naturally found himself picking up more than a few of Shimura-san's views and habits.
Shimura-san was as dedicated to saving people as All Might, even though without a Quirk he couldn't really be a Pro Hero; Shimura-san did so much as social worker, though, it was almost like he was a Hero, even in spite of that.
Narrowing his eyes as he passed through yet another wall, catching his first sight of the fleeing Chisaki, Mirio quickly activated the transponder that would let Sensei track him, so that he would be able to use that Warp Gate Quirk that he possessed. Between one step and another, he heard the odd, not-quite-sound of a Warp Gate opening. Turning to grin at Sensei as he stepped through the Gate, Mirio chuckled as the Hero made his way over to ruffle his hair.
"So, this is where Kai-kun ended up, is it?"
"Looks like it," he said, even though it'd kind of sounded like Izuku's dad had been thinking out loud rather than actually talking to him.
"Well then, I suppose that we should move quickly as well, Mirio-chan," Sensei said, smiling as the pair of them fell into step with each other, staring down the hall that Chisaki had just run down.
~MHA~
Finding out that Sakaki had been captured was troublesome enough, but the knowledge that he and his were actively being pursued by those who wished for the world to remain in its diseased, filthy state was nearly more than Chisaki could tolerate. Having both Nemoto and Kurono beside him did help to settle his overly-stressed nerves, however, and Chisaki turned to confront the pair he could hear coming down the hall toward him. Irinaka had been closing off the walls in front of and behind those who had attempted to invade Pops' house and attack him, but it seemed as though these two had slipped past him.
It was more than slightly infuriating, but Chisaki could at least take comfort in the fact that Niseko-chan was safely bound for one of Pops' other, pre-arranged safehouses; the boy would be fine, it would only remain for him to deal with the self-named heroes who had come after them.
"Nemoto," he said, signaling for the man who had formerly been Sakaki's partner to move to confront the pair of them; the man who held the Quirk that would have been entirely too troublesome to find set against him.
~MHA~
"Yes, Boss," he said, smiling widely as he moved to put himself between the swiftly approaching Heroes and the man who had saved him from a lifetime of isolation among frauds and liars.
As the pair of them made their way into the room – the taller with curly, white hair, a long coat of the same blazing color, a translucent blue visor over his eyes, and a silvery suit under his coat; and the shorter with bright, blond hair, a long red cape, and a fierce look in his own, uncovered eyes to contrast the amusement that Nemoto could see in the eyes of the man with the curly hair – Nemoto set himself firmly in their path. No matter the power of whatever strain of disease that the pair of these men had embraced, Nemoto would not allow either of them to lay so much as a hand on Master Overhaul. Still, he would at least need to know how the pair of them had made it past Irinaka to begin with.
Joi Irinaka, after all, was a man nearly as dedicated to Master Overhaul as he himself was.
"What is your Quirk?" he demanded, turning his own Quirk on the child in the red cape.
"Permeation: when I activate it, I can slip through anything," the child said, snapping out quickly, an unsettled expression on his face; Nemoto had long since learned to expect such a thing from those he used Confession upon.
"And yours?" he demanded, turning his attention to the man in white.
"All For One: I can take Quirks from whoever I wish, and then distribute them as I see fit."
Nemoto hardly realized just how much he had truly been affected by the sheer, almost cruel amusement in the man's tone while he'd been speaking, until he found the harsh, unyielding grip of what looked to be red-and-black tendrils wrapped firmly around his neck. Master Overhaul shouted his name, as Nemoto found himself pulled up nearly nose-to-nose with the man in the white coat. The man whose Quirk sounded more far more terrifying than any that Nemoto had ever heard of before.
A Quirk that would have served Master Overhaul wonderfully, if he had managed to gain access to the man before he had been taken in by the diseased masses surrounding him. However, as he found himself staring into the visored gaze of the white-haired man who had taken him captive, his throat slowly constricted by the tendril wrapped around his neck, Nemoto found his attention fixed upon the wide, toothy grin stretching the man's face wider and wider.
Almost too wide, or perhaps that was simply the fear that only seemed natural in the presence of a man with such a terrifying Quirk as All For One. Truly, the only thing that Nemoto could find it in himself to recall, at this of all moments, was a quote from an old television show he had once caught a brief glimpse of; an American production, it seemed, at least given what he could recall of what he'd seen.
"Are you afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, Doctor?"
~MHA~
"Oh dear, it seems that you truly didn't choose your questions well at all," he said, wrapping one of the many tendrils that Rivet Stab enabled him to make use of around the neck of the man – Shin Nemoto, with the rather useful Quirk named Confession; a Quirk that Hisashi was going to make a point of relieving the man of as soon as possible, though it was rather troublesome that he was unable to use his original variant of All For One through Rivet Stab's extensions – to pull him close, grinning widely as he peered into the glass eyeholes of the black, beaked, full-head mask he was wearing. "Unfortunately for you, you already used both of those that I was willing to allow you."
Kai-kun, of course, seemed rather concerned with the loss of Shin-kun, but the look in his eyes suggested that he was more concerned with the loss of the man himself rather than the Quirk he possessed. Narrowing his eyes as he caught sight of the small, red case in Kai-kun's left hand, Hisashi called up the telekinetic Quirk that he'd gotten so much use out of during the course of this particular phase of his life. Flexing the fingers of his right hand, Hisashi crushed the case, causing Kai-kun to reflexively let go amid a splash of what seemed to be blood.
It seemed that Mirai-chan had been correct about the materials that had gone into the construction of the bullets that Kai-kun had been in the process of creating; Toshi-kun would be pleased to know Eri-chan was safe from that, at least.
~MHA~
Swaying on his feet for a moment, Chisaki quickly repaired the hand that had been damaged by the self-proclaimed Hero who had just struck at him – destroying the results of so much time and effort with what seemed to be almost no effort of his own – then turned to run. If he expected to survive this, he was going to need Chrono's aid; he was going to need to have the uncanny speed that the man who possessed All For One – a Quirk he could have made better use of than even Eri's cursed power, if only he'd been able to find the man before he'd clearly fallen in among those who had embraced their particular strain of disease to an even greater degree than society as a whole – cut down. It would be a pity if he ended up having to kill the man, considering how well Chisaki could have used such a powerful Quirk to cure society, but if it ended up being necessary Chisaki was still willing to kill the man if he could not be persuaded to see reason.
Stumbling as he felt a sudden, almost slicing pain in both of his legs at once, Chisaki looked down. The sight of his legs both ending halfway below the knee, with the remaining part of the limb nowhere in evidence, caused Chisaki to have to quickly use his Quirk to seal the newly-opened wounds on his legs.
"I thought you Heroes weren't meant to injure the Villains you capture," he said, finding himself chilled by the sheer, malicious amusement in the man's voice as it echoed back to him.
"Oh, make no mistake, I am a Hero, but do you know what else I am?" a deep, rolling laugh accompanied another shuddering chill as it crawled up his back. "I'm a father, and you assaulted my son. Of course, even that barely covers what you did to my daughter."
The sudden scent of ozone, of all things, alerted Chisaki to a change in the air. However, it was still nearly too late for him to dodge the lightning bolt that the alleged Hero had attempted to drop on him. However, given what the man had previously said…
That boy with the wing Quirk, he mused, narrowing his eyes, even as he slammed his hands into the broken flooring beneath him. He'd at least need a way to keep himself from being struck by lightning while he was searching for his severed lower legs, and after a quick pass with his Quirk, Chisaki rose from the debris-scattered floor with a pair of meticulously-shaped stone prosthetics to replace the limbs he had just been deprived of. He would still need to find the severed remnants of his legs, but for the moment he was still mobile.
That was the best he could hope for, under the present circumstances.
~MHA~
Narrowing his eyes as he tracked Kai-kun with Panoception, Hisashi chuckled deep in his throat. Using Skystrike through a pair of Warp Gates had done at least some of the job, driving Kai-kun away from the place where he might have otherwise stayed in order to recover as much as he could after having the lower halves of his legs severed by a pair of smaller Warp Gates. Now, all Hisashi would need to do was to find him.
He could easily excuse his use of All For One under the umbrella of necessity, particularly considering the versatility and power – the danger, as others would likely put it – of the Quirk that Kai-kun had used for his own ends for such a long time.
Locking on to Kai-kun's current position, Hisashi grinned as he opened a Warp Gate between the pair of them, stepping through it and drawing Kai-kun's attention. Grinning all the wider as Kai-kun's golden eyes widened as his beak-masked face turned to him, shock clearly visible on the parts of his face visible above his mask, Hisashi chuckled. Just as Kai-kun's wide, shocked eyes began to narrow once more, Hisashi called forth Rivet Stab once again, wrapping the pair of tendrils that used to be the last two fingers on his hands firmly around Kai-kun's wrists and using his newfound leverage to lift the troublesome boy firmly into the air.
"Well now, you've proven to be quite the slippery target, Kai-kun," he said, chuckling as he saw the sheer, impotent rage beginning to overtake the boy's face.
Tossing Kai-kun lightly into the air, Hisashi yanked the boy's arms firmly behind him with the aid of the telekinesis Quirk that he'd made such extensive use of during the course of this stage of his life, then quickly moved forward to grab Kai-kun's head and relive him of the Quirk he'd been using to make himself so troublesome in the world that Hisashi had helped to build for those he cared for. He did take slightly longer than he otherwise would have, using the extra time to ensure that Kai-kun was merely unconscious, since it would hardly do for the Symbol of Hope to have rendered anyone comatose.
And yes, he was fully aware that by publicly taking up such a mantle he was effectively walking into his own cage, but the kind of life he was building for those he cared for demanded at least some sacrifices of its own; and even the sturdiest cage could be escaped for a time, if it was left unguarded.
~MHA~
Pressing his left hand against the wall, Tenko narrowed his eyes as he concentrated on his Decay, controlling it so that he could clear away the wall the Villain they were pursuing without harming the man who'd dove into the wall in an effort to keep anyone without a teleportation Quirk or a way to pass through solid matter – in other words, Sensei and Togata, who'd already made their way deep enough into the compound that this guy couldn't have stopped him no matter how much he clearly wished he could have. Especially given the way he was thrashing around.
Tenko could almost feel him thrashing around, trying desperately to escape as the wall he was in decayed around him, but eventually Tenko's own Decay proved faster than whatever building-controlling Quirk this new Villain possessed and he fell right out. Turning, Tenko kicked the large man in the balls with his steel-toed boots, folding him to the ground and allowing his fellow Pros to swarm over him and take the guy captive. Idiot Toshi's old friend Mirai came up with the Police that'd followed them into the compound, and Tenko couldn't quite stop himself from snapping his attention to the man.
Given the look on his face, things seemed to be going well, at least.
~MHA~
Having caught up with the fleeing car, working beside Gang Orca, Fatgum yanked open the nearest door as Gang Orca did the same with the one on the driver's side. The small, unmoving form, covered in a nest of what seemed to be blankets – as well as someone's long, black coat; Fatgum found himself wondering about that, for at least a few moments before he forced his attention back to the Villains he was aiming to capture – proved to be the very boy they'd all been all been searching for for such a long time. The little Quirkless boy with the heart of a Hero.
Really, Niseko Sezu and Toshinori Shimura seemed to have more in common than just the fact that both of them had been born without a Quirk of their own.
Cradling Niseko-chan in his arms, Fatgum ran past Gang Orca as his fellow Pro shook the remaining Yakuza out of the car they'd been attempting to escape in, and then looked down at Niseko-chan. It looked like the kid was still asleep, so at least he hadn't disturbed the kid when he was getting him out of that car. At least they'd all be there to comfort the kid when he did wake up. Toshinori was probably going to take the lead in dealing with his case, just the same as he'd taken on Eri-chan's case when he'd met her for the first time.
Really, Toshinori Shimura was an example that more people should follow; not just Pro Heroes, but people in general.