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Chapter 1
Overhaul walked confidently to his father's office.
It was time.
It was FINALLY time.
The last few months had been hell for the Shie Hassaikai. Ever since three of Eight Bullets had been arrested trying to rob a convenience store, by Centipeder and BUBBLE GIRL of all Heroes, their standing in the underworld was shot. Other gangs encroached on their turf without fear of reprisal, their operations were getting raided increasingly frequently, recruits were few and far between, and worst of all, their finances were dangerously low. They had gone in a few short months from being one the larger yakuza factions in the country, to being a joke, a disgrace, a walking punchline. His father continued to disappoint Overhaul, carrying on with his disgustingly obsequies behavior towards Gang Orca. Seeing the once proud Boss reduced to an old frail man, pathetically begging for any scraps the Oyabun deigned to throw his way, filled Overhaul with a seething sense of rage, revulsion and shame.
Overhaul NEVER thought he would say this, but he had grown to HATE his father.
He didn't seem to care that their criminal empire was disintegrating, that they had, at most, 800 recruits left, that every day they inched closer and closer to extinction. He apparently remained convinced that they could get back on top, if only he could provide their hated benefactor with a sufficiently enthusiastic rimming.
He was soft.
He was a wretched coward.
HE. WAS. WEAK.
And in the underworld, weakness got you killed.
Overhaul sighed deeply. As much as he hated the direction his father had gone, he still couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. The Boss had saved his life, raised him in the ways of the yakuza, hell, even allowed him to marry the one woman he had ever loved. Eri loved him.
Besides, once Overhaul showed him the progress he had made, he was certain to come around.
The office was furnished in typical yakuza fashion. There were leather couches and coffee tables, bamboo plants, and a large desk that his father currently sat at. On the wall behind the desk hung three almost sacred relics of the gang. The original boss's katana, wakizashi, and a scroll containing the Eight Precepts that the gang was named after. The very first boss had been a particularly blasphemous man, and had decided his gang would follow Precepts in direct violation of the Buddha's.
They would kill.
They would steal.
They would wear jewelry.
They would eat more than one meal a day.
They would take shelter under luxurious holdings.
They would indulge in carnal desires.
They would lie and deceive.
They would imbibe intoxicants.
Overhaul slammed the door to the Boss's office open. His father jumped at the loud noise, but relaxed into a sort of frustrated weariness, when he saw who had made it.
"What do you want Overhaul? I'm trying to figure out how we're going to be able to pay Gang Orca his cut this week. Our gambling den on Tenkotsu got shut down again." He groused.
Through his plague mask, Overhaul was smiling wide. "Leave it. You won't have to worry about paying that sack of shit ever again soon."
His father wrinkled his brow. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked.
"I've FINALLY got it! THE CURE!" Overhaul announced triumphantly.
His father retained his curious look, but there was an undercurrent of something else there. Was that...fear?
"You're bluffing. How the hell could you POSSIBLY cure a Quirk?!" He questioned Overhaul.
Overhaul waved him over. "Come with me and I'll show you." He said ominously.
Overhaul led the boss to a separate room, containing two figures. One was currently tied to a chair, and getting viciously worked over by the other.
The man in the chair was a short man who appeared to have some kind of dog Quirk, his face canine in appearance, with a long snout and triangular ears. He wore the typical garb of the Shie Hassaikai, and had a white surgical mask that was rapidly turning red with blood. He grunted in pain as the other man's fists cracked him across his face.
The other man was one of the four remaining Bullets. Deidoro Sakaki seemed to sway on his feet as he took another swig from his bottle of beer. He was very skinny and bony, but also surprisingly muscular, and had greasy black long hair that reached just below his shoulders. Like all members of Shie Hassaikai, he wore a mask, a plain one that, uniquely, had drains fitted into the eye-holes. Other than that, he wore nothing but a furry vest and dark pants with black shoes. Deidoro hiccuped, and giggled slightly, before bringing the bottle down hard across the top of the man's head. The glass bottle shattered, and the man howled in agony as blood ran down into his eyes.
"Betcha reeeeeely shtartin ta regert trieying ta shteal fram ush now, huh?" he slurred, bringing the shredded end of the bottle up to the man's neck. He smiled sickly as he gently pressed the sharp end against his flesh, causing the man to start screaming as small crimson droplets formed.
"DEIDORO! THAT"S ENOUGH!" The boss yelled at him.
Deidoro perked up when he heard the boss's voice. He turned to the two, still drunk off his ass. "Oh, hey bosh!" He waved to them. "Don't wurry, I'm jusht *HIC* taekin oot tha trash." he laughed.
"What the hell did he do?" the boss questioned him.
Overhaul took this one. "Mimic found some discrepancies in the accounts. Turns out this piece of crap wasn't kicking up enough and keeping some for himself. The penalty for that is clearly death, but I thought we could make better use of him as an example." Overhaul grinned wickedly.
The boss was about to object, but he was cut off by the man in the chair. He started laughing. It was a haunting laugh, a broken laugh, the laugh of someone with nothing left to lose.
"Yeah, I kept some money! SO FUCKING WHAT?! You fuckers don't pay me shit anyway! I work damn hard for you cunts and I get crap in return! Besides, have you seen this gang?! It's a sinking ship! SCREW THE BOSS! SCREW LOYALTY! I'M GONNA TAKE ALL I CAN, WHILE I CAN! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, GO FUCK YOURSELF!" He laughed maniacally. God DAMN that felt good to get off his chest! Fuck em, he was dead already, no reason to hold back!
Overhaul was officially sick of his childish whining, and slowly removed his glove. Despite the man's previous bravado, that sight caused him to immediately clam up, frozen in wide eyed terror. That never meant anything good or even neutral. It meant someone was going to die, violently. If they were LUCKY, they would simply be blasted into gory bits. But if they had pissed Overhaul off, like he undoubtedly had, his targets would die in the most horrifying pain conceivable, twisted into nightmares beyond imagination.
Overhaul stalked over to the man, radiating disgust and hatred. "You swore an oath of loyalty when you joined this chivalrous organization. Through your own actions, you have betrayed this oath and your boss. The penalty for such treason is death."
The man couldn't control his fear any longer and loosed his bowels, fouling himself. Just the smell and the knowledge that such filth was present caused Overhaul to break out. He ripped the mask off the man's face and placed a single finger to his forehead.
"I WAS just going to take your mouth. But for that DISGUSTING display, I'm going to take something a little more...personal as well." Overhaul hissed, his voice tight with rage.
Two things happened simultaneously. First, the flesh around his muzzle flowed together, covering his mouth. And second, his genitals exploded violently, blowing a hole in the front of his trousers. The man screamed in unfathomable pain, but the sound was muffled, unable to penetrate the fleshy barrier of his non-mouth. Gore splattered onto Overhaul, causing him to break out even more, but he gritted his teeth and bore the pain.
Overhaul then turned to his father. "Watch closely father. This man is infected with a disease known as a Quirk. He is ill. Sick. Contaminated." Overhaul grinned madly. "I will now CURE him."
Quick as a flash, Overhaul produced a small derringer like two shot pistol, and shot the man square in the gut. A muffled cry of pain and sobbing rang throughout the room.
Then, something TRULY unexpected happened.
He began to change further.
His muzzle, once so canine, flattened out into a normal mouth. His fur receded until his skin was bare. His triangular ears flattened down onto his skull, and regular old human ears appeared on the side of his head.
Dear God, he looked just like a normal person.
The man saw his reflection in the puddle of urine that had formed around the base of the chair. He was so shocked, he almost forgot to scream. Then he remembered, and let out long, loud wails. Overhaul had made his point, so he simply nodded to Deidoro. Deidoro grinned wickedly under his mask, turned to the man, and shoved the broken end of the bottle deep into his neck. Blood fountained out of the bottleneck like grisly champagne, coating Deidoro. He just giggled, and actually lifted his mask to take a sip of the crimson liquid.
Other than the soft sound of the blood gurgling out of the mans neck, the room was deathly silent.
Then, the Boss broke it.
"What. The FUCK. Was that?" he whispered, utterly horrified.
"THAT..." Overhaul chuckled, putting his glove back on. "...was the CURE!"
He opened the breech of his pistol and removed the other bullet, holding it up for his father to see. The cartridge was blood red, and appeared to have a hypodermic needle set into the end.
"I've dubbed it 'Rasa'. Once injected into the blood stream, it destroys the targets Quirk almost instantly. These are just a prototype, so they only erase their Quirk for a few hours." Overhaul grinned. "But don't worry. I'm always hard at work improving the formula! In no time at all, they'll be able to erase a person's Quirk PERMANENTLY."
The Boss remained frozen in place, his mind swimming with what exactly that meant. Overhaul reached out and grabbed his bosses shoulders, shaking with passionate excitement.
"Do you understand what this means, father?! This is the answer to our prayers! Armed with these bullets, we'll be unstoppable! No one will DARE to oppose us once they hear that they could lose their Quirk for doing so! Our money troubles are no more! Every hood will pay through the nose for this kind of equalizer! We'll sell the drug through the black market to anyone we can find, and after a while, we'll sell an antidote to undo the damage! Even better, we'll have a total monopoly on the products!" Overhaul desperately tried to sell his father on the benefits of his cure. It was a hard sell, and to be honest, he lied through his teeth when he mentioned the antidote. There was no way he would EVER allow such filth to return once he had healed it.
The Boss looked to be deep in thought, and Overhaul swore he almost had him. Then a frown creased his face. "This IS very powerful Overhaul, but what if one of our rivals gets a hold of a bullet and reverse engineers it?"
Overhaul shook his head. "Impossible. No one else can gain access to the primary component."
"Which is?" his father raised an eyebrow.
Overhaul gulped. This would be the hardest part to sell his father on, but he would do it. His father HAD to see what an insurmountable advantage this gave them. He HAD to.
"Eri."
His father blinked.
"What?" he questioned softly.
Overhaul took a deep breath and composed himself. "The main component is Eri's blood."
He continued explaining. "When Eri accidentally caused her mother to disappear, I had to find out why. Through long months of experimentation, I found that her Quirk allows her to reverse a living individual's body back to a previous state, including to a point before they even existed. Her Quirk has actually mutated her body so much, that her blood is able to attack an individual's Quirk and stop its activation by reversing the target's evolution to before the point of the Quirk Phenomenon. Without her blood, the drug doesn't work. Period."
The Boss began to shake with fury. "You used your own child for material?! She's your DAUGHTER, not a science EXPERIMENT! How much of her blood have you harvested?!" he growled fiercely.
Overhaul saw that he was losing his father, but a similar feeling of rage was starting to overtake him. "I can assure you father, Eri is being kept perfectly comfortable. As for how much blood, I stopped counting. Whenever I need more, I just break her down and then build her back up."
The Boss nailed him with a straight right, knocking him to the ground. Overhaul stared at his father in utter disbelief as his face broke out in hives. Deidoro remained glued to the spot. He knew better than to get involved in a spat between two bosses.
His father gazed at him with pure hatred. "I always knew you were a cruel son of a bitch, but I thought there were some depths that not even YOU would sink to. I know just how painful your 'healing touch' is. That you would willingly subject your daughter to that is UNFORGIVABLE. This is sick, inhumane, and I will NOT allow my granddaughter to be used as guinea pig! You are to halt all progress on this Quirk destroying drug, and destroy any remaining samples. I will NOT be party to such tainted research!" he ordered.
His words slowly made their way into Overhaul's mind. He couldn't believe it. He could, NOT, BELIEVE it! He had granted his father the answer to all of their troubles, a way back to the top, a final solution to the Hero problem, and his father threw it all back in his face! And why?! Because Eri might feel a little pain?! Overhaul wasn't lying when he said he was keeping her as comfortable as possible. He gave her plenty of her favorite foods and drinks, any toy she could want, an extraordinarily comfy bed, and smothered her with affection whenever he could. Wasn't all that worth a little pain here and there?
No, it wasn't because of Eri, no matter what his father said.
It was because his father was soft.
It was because his father was a wretched coward.
It was because HE. WAS. WEAK.
And in the underworld, weakness got you KILLED.
Overhaul made up his mind.
"NO." he growled, getting to his feet.
The Boss looked stunned. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?" he bellowed.
Overhaul's eyes were two empty pools of disgust, loathing, and cold, bitter hatred. "I said NO. We are on the brink of extinction, and this drug will get us back on top. It will make us powerful, respected, and very, VERY rich. I have given you a silver bullet, and yet you refuse to use it because of your own CONTEMPTIBLE cowardice. You are no longer the father I knew. He was feared, strong, and courageous, not a doddering old man sucking off the Heroes for one more pathetic pat on the head. I will NOT sit back while you destroy the organization I dedicated my life to. Effective immediately, I am taking control of all our operations as the new Chairman. I will defeat our enemies. I will make us rulers of the underworld, as we should be. I WILL use Eri's Quirk to exterminate the Quirk disease. I WILL make this world CLEAN. AND THERE IS NOT A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME!" Overhaul roared at his father.
His father began to charge up his Quirk. "SO HELP ME GOD, OVERHAUL! IF YOU TOUCH A SINGLE HAIR ON THAT CHILD'S HEAD, I WILL KILL YOU!" he threatened.
His father wasn't bluffing. The Boss had a powerful Quirk, the ability to project great gouts of magma from his arms. He could kill Overhaul easily.
He could...
If only Overhaul didn't have a bullet left.
Overhaul quick drew his derringer. "No." Overhaul whispered, and shot the boss in the shoulder before he could react. "No, you won't."
The boss jerked back and yelped with pain as the bullet impacted. His face seemed to be one of shock for a brief second, but it quickly turned to anger, as he glared at his former son. He let out a mighty yell and thrust his arm forward, looking to bathe Overhaul in incinerating magma.
Nothing happened.
The Boss's eyes went wide with terror. He stared at his hand and closed his eyes, screwing his face up in intense concentration, like he thought could will his power into being if he just wished REALLY hard.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
It was gone.
His Quirk was GONE.
The Boss gazed one last time at his hands in utter horror. "What have you done, Overhaul?" he quietly whispered, before he raised his voice to a shout. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
Overhaul removed a glove and covered the distance swiftly in two long strides.
He gripped his fathers forehead tightly.
"I CURED YOU." he hissed.
Then, he used his Quirk.
It was a rather understated use, admittedly. Despite the hatred he felt towards his adopted father, he couldn't entirely erase the feeling of gratitude he felt towards him. It just didn't feel right to take him apart like all the others.
Instead, Overhaul made his heart and brain implode simultaneously.
The boss's body dropped to the ground, bleeding heavily from his nose. A small puddle of blood pooled around his skull. He made no further movements.
The once feared Boss of the Shie Hassaikai, who had raised him like a son, and allowed him to take his daughters hand in marriage, was now just a piece of dead meat on the floor.
Silence reigned as Overhaul stared down at his corpse. A whirlwind of emotions tore through him. There was a little anger, that his father would be so weak he would be forced to take this measure. There was a little nervousness, as he didn't know how he would possibly explain this to Eri. She loved the old man, and would be devastated by his disappearance. He even felt a little sorrow, and small tears softly dropped onto his cheeks, the first he had shed since his wife vanished.
More than anything else, though, he felt RELIEF.
FINALLY, he was in control. Finally, there was no more hoops for him to jump through, no more kowtowing to his gutless father's wishes.
Finally, he could enact his plan to put them in near total control of organized crime in one fell swoop.
It was a grand plan. A complicated plan. An almost ludicrously dangerous and insane plan.
But it would work.
First things first though.
He had to get his crew back together.
And he had to take a shower.
Overhaul looked to Deidoro. "Clean this filth up. I'm going to hit the showers, and then I'm heading home. Mimic is in charge while I'm gone. Stay on call though, I'll need your help soon." he ordered.
Deidoro hiccuped and gave him a drunken salute. "Aye aye, Boss!"
Overhaul left him to his business and went to the showers.
Overhaul sighed as the water poured over his body. All of the blood, grime, and contamination was washed down the drain. The crystal clear liquid cleansed him, leaving him feeling refreshed, invigorated, and far more alert than usual. Due to his absolute hatred of filth and disease, bathing was one of his favorite activities, though he only did it privately. Public bathhouses were riddled with disease, and any who tried to invite him to one didn't live to regret their mistake. Also, he preferred to only take cold showers. Cold showers increased endorphins, improved circulation and metabolism, and even helped his body become more resistant to common illnesses. Why anyone would use warm water he would never know. A little comfort sacrificed was a small price to pay for such benefits.
He got out of the shower, feeling better than ever, and dried off. Then it was into a new change of clothes. He took one last deep breath and collected himself.
Time to head home.
Overhaul's house was nothing really special, being a usual one story traditional Japanese house for the most part. Overhaul slid open the front door and removed his shoes at the entryway, putting on the special slippers for indoor use. He walked down the hallway, past the living room and kitchen, until he saw the stairs to the basement. He descended them, coming up to a bright pink door. He turned the knob and entered the room.
What he saw brought the biggest smile to his face.
His adorable daughter was chatting with his best friend.
The room itself was very brightly lit, and painted a very soft pink. Eri liked pink things. The walls were covered with posters of various shojo anime and pictures of different cute baby animals. Eri's favorite show was an ancient one called Pretty Cure, and her favorite animal was the koala, of all animals. The floor was somewhat littered with toys, but it wasn't too bad, seeing that they were mostly plushies and stuffed animals. The bed was by far the most noticeable thing in the room. It was a large, though not TOO large, four-poster, and Overhaul made sure to get his little princess the softest mattress and sheets possible.
Eri noticed the door open and her mouth formed into the happiest little smile. "DADDY!" she yelled happily, waving at him. Overhaul's cold, dead heart never failed to warm a little whenever he heard her joyful tones. Eri was a small girl, being only eight, with bluish, off-white hair, which was parted in the middle of her forehead, almost reaching down to her waist. She had very wide, adorable and innocent-looking eyes. Blood red just like her mother. Poking out from the right side of her forehead was a small, brown horn. Unlike most mutations, it seemed to only add to her considerable cuteness.
His best friend grinned at him widely. Hari Kurono was Overhaul's right hand man, and the first person he had ever recruited into the gang. He was a handsome man, about Overhaul's height and had thin, grey eyes, pointed eyebrows, and pale, chin-length hair that looked like it formed the hands on a clock. He was also one of the only two others to go by a codename: Chronostasis. Like Overhaul, it was also what he named his Quirk. Chrono's Quirk allowed him to extend his hair in a straight line and cut others, slowing down the movement of any target he hit. He could slow people down for a minute using the hand located at the front of his hair, above the forehead, or an hour using the hand located on the back of his head around the nape. It was a useful ability, but still very limited. He could only extend his hair in a straight line, and he had to be stationary to do it. Because of that, he had to supplement his abilities with a heaping helping of gun play. He had become something of a wizard with the submachine gun, his favorite being a variation of the old Mineba PM-9. He called it the Clock Stopper. It was mostly the same, only with a reflex sight for mid range targets, laser pointer for more precise aiming, and special 35 round mags. Using this compact instrument of death, he was able to pump out over 1,300 rounds a minute. While it COULD be used at mid range, it was best used in close quarters, but that was fine. That was where most of their fights took place anyways.
"Hi there, Boss! You missed it! We were just in the middle of a heated debate on who was the best Cure. I said it was clearly Magical Emily." Chrono chuckled.
Eri pouted and crossed her arms. "And I TRIED to tell him that Magical Emily isn't a Cure! She's from a totally different series!"
Chrono just shrugged. "What can I do against such iron clad logic, Boss? She's just too good." He turned to Eri. "Can you ever forgive your dear uncle for his deep lack of knowledge of magical girl shows?"
Eri seemed to think it over. Then her face broke out in a wide grin. "OK! I forgive you!" she chirped. Then she reached over and gave him a warm hug.
Overhaul walked over to her side. Chrono wisely got out of his way. Best friend or not, only ONE person could touch Overhaul without him breaking out. And she was currently in the bed.
"In case you were wondering Daddy, Cure Peace is the best Cure!" she happily informed him.
"I'm sure she is!" he laughed. Then he noticed that Eri seemed to be paler than usual, and looked rather tired. He took off his gloves and felt her hands. They were far colder than normal.
"Are you feeling all right, Princess?" he asked, concerned.
Eri smiled and put on a brave face. "Yeah, I'm just feeling kind of sleepy." she admitted.
"We just got back from getting her blood drawn. They were starting to run out so they took a lot of it." Chrono said.
Shit, that's right. He had used up quite a lot making the first batch of bullets.
"Well, that's fine. Nothing we can't fix." Overhaul smiled comfortingly.
Eri on the other hand, seemed far more worried. "Do I HAVE to? It always hurts, and makes me feel...yucky." she moped.
Overhaul seemed slightly shocked at that. "Honey, it will make you feel better. Besides, don't you remember what Mommy said? The yuckier medicine tastes, the better it is for you." he tried to reassure her.
Eri was very quiet for a moment, but then, she took a deep breath, and nodded slightly. "OK." she said.
Overhaul placed his hand on her arm. Eri screwed up her face, getting ready for the pain. "Don't worry sweetie. Me and your Dad are gonna be right here for ya." Chrono tried to soothe her.
It helped a little.
Then Overhaul activated his Quirk.
Eri's flesh seemed to writhe as his power broke her down, and rebuilt her into the picture of health. The process was extremely painful, and tears blossomed in Eri's eyes, as she fought to hold back her screams. And then it was over, almost instantaneously.
Eri's couldn't hold back anymore and started to cry. Overhaul held her gently, as she sobbed into his shoulder. They stayed like that for a bit, her weeping in pain, him gently shushing her, assuring her everything was all right.
Eri looked up into his eyes, tears still stinging hers. "I'm sorry for crying, daddy." she apologized to him.
Overhaul looked shocked at that. "You have nothing to apologize for, princess. You can cry as much as you like. I'M sorry that it hurts so much. But..." He smiled at her. "...Don't you feel better?"
Eri thought about it, and slowly smiled. "I guess so." she admitted.
Something else seemed to be bothering her. "Is anything else the matter, honey?" Overhaul asked her.
Eri turned to him, a slightly sorrowful expression on her face. "Daddy, do you blame me for what happened to Mommy?"
"Absolutely not." Overhaul stated unequivocally. Eri jumped a little at the suddenness of his response, but then she gazed into his kind, gold eyes. "I have NEVER blamed you for what happened to her. Not for one second. YOU weren't the problem. Your DISEASE was the problem."
"It's why we've been drawing your blood. The world is diseased, Eri. This disease is perhaps the most infectious in history. 80% of people are infected with it, including me and your uncle. But using your blood, we're able to make antibodies. We're able to CURE people." he explained. He looked deep into her eyes and gave her the kindest smile he could. "You're helping to save LIVES, Eri. You're helping to make sure nothing like what happened to Mommy happens to anyone else."
Eri was a bit awed at her evident importance. "Am I a Hero?!" she asked excitedly.
The word made Overhaul's skin crawl, but he couldn't resist her infectious happiness. "I suppose so. Though, wouldn't you rather be a magical girl?" he asked jokingly.
Eri took the joke seriously. "Oh, that's right! I'm like Cure Heal!" she smiled happily.
Overhaul laughed. "That's a good name for you!" Then he saw her stretch out her muscles. "Honey, are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm just a little sore." Eri said.
That wasn't unusual. "Healing" tended to take a bit out of her. "Would you like to get some rest?" Overhaul asked her.
Eri nodded slightly.
"That's fine. Let me tuck you in." Overhaul said, reaching over her and grabbing the sheets.
"Not without Mr. Eucay!" she protested, pointing to a nearby stuffed koala.
Overhaul just chuckled. "Of course. We can't forget him now, can we?" He retrieved the bear and handed it to her. Eri smiled sweetly and hugged it close to her chest. Overhaul tucked her in, snug as a bug. He then removed his mask and gave her a gentle kiss on her horn. Eri giggled slightly, then closed her eyes. Overhaul waved Chrono over to the door and he exited. Overhaul began to leave, when Eri called out to him one last time.
"Daddy? Is Grandpa going to be visiting soon?" she asked softly.
Overhaul felt a pit grow in his stomach, but decades of sociopathy had made him an excellent actor. "I'm sorry, darling. Grandpa had to go on a vacation. But, he told me to tell you that he loves you, and he's VERY proud of you." Overhaul lied to her face.
Eri simply smiled. "Can you tell him I love him too?" she asked.
Overhaul nodded. "Of course. Have a good rest, darling."
Overhaul turned the lights off and opened the door, then turned back to get one last look at his princess. She was snuggled up against her bear, smile resting gently on her face, perfectly at peace. He had been like that once, hadn't he? Then came the day that his birth father wrapped a belt around his neck, and was turned into a vase for his troubles.
He swore that he would NEVER do anything like that to Eri.
She was like the Quirkless. Pure, innocent, untainted by the cruelty and filth of the world.
She deserved to grow up in a CLEAN world.
He would make SURE she did.
He closed the door gently careful not to disturb her. The second the door shut, any residual warmth or kindness vanished.
Back to business.
Chrono followed him upstairs. "Is it done?" he asked.
Overhaul nodded. "He refused to break his vow of cowardice, so I killed him. Unfortunate, but it had to be done. I am now the Chairman of Shie Hassaikai, and control all of our resources."
"For all the good that does us." Chrono chuckled bitterly.
Overhaul stared at him. "Are you questioning me?" he hissed threateningly.
Chrono, for his part, looked him straight in the eye. "NEVER. I'd follow you straight into Hell and cap the Devil himself if you told me to, Boss."
"Good, because I have a plan to make us, and all yakuza, the top dogs in the underworld again." Overhaul grinned.
"Are you gonna tell me it or do I have to guess?" Chrono asked.
"Give me a few days. I have to figure out exactly how much we have and arrange a meeting. Stay on call, though. I can't do this without you." Overhaul said.
It was a VERY rare statement from Overhaul, and Chrono was actually a little touched. But, he maintained his intense demeanor and nodded.
Overhaul went over his plan in his head.
This would require three steps.
The first step was obvious.
He had to get his Bullets back.
A/N: As always, I would like to start out by saying thank you to everyone who reads and reviews! I hope I can continue to entertain you!
So, WTF is going on, huh?
First up, I want to make it clear that I AM NOT ABANDONING THE RED RIGHT HAND.
I am just currently going through a bit of writers block as far as the main story goes. However, much like the MHA manga's My Villain Academia arc, I had a plan for an arc MUCH later on that explored the rise of the Shie Hassaikai to becoming the biggest Villain group in the country (Y'know, OTHER than the Hero Association). I'm not suffering writers block on THAT, so I decided to publish it as a second story. Think of it as a side story, whose consequences will be felt in the main story.
If you're wondering where in "canon" this falls, let's just say after the first semester, so around the time of the Shie Hassaikai arc in canon. I've never been very rigid with time lines.
I hope you'll stick around and enjoy!
Up next: The remaining Seven Bullets reunite!