Chapter Two:
"Thank you for coming with me, All Might," Izuku said as they walked down the sidewalk.
In his skinny form, All Might scratched the back of his neck. "I'm happy to help, young Midoriya. Only a few people are currently allowed to know the children's location, so not many could accompany you."
Izuku bit his lip and finally asked the question rattling around inside his skull. "So the children have the same last name as Tomura Shigaraki?"
"Yes, but it's probably a coincidence. There must be plenty of people in Japan with that last name." All Might smiled reassuringly. "Even if you two shared a common ancestor from over a hundred years ago, it would be such a distant familial connection that you two could still get married."
Izuku winced. "I take your point, but please pick another example."
All Might laughed. "Even if you had a closer relation to a villain, it wouldn't matter in the slightest. You're you, not your family."
Izuku smiled. "You're right, of course." He muttered, "At least neither of them looked much like Tomura…though no real loss if he disappeared…I wonder if they're from my father's side or my mother's…hopefully my father's." It was selfish of Izuku, but he'd rather his absentee father be erased from existence than his mother. If only Inko had allowed him to take the DNA test, but she must have her reasons.
Izuku's only memory of his father was a hazy image of someone tall with curly hair. He'd been a toddler when his father had left for America. Inko had always claimed to have no picture. She'd said a lot of things to explain why his father never visited, and Izuku had accepted them because it made her cry when he asked questions. As a result, Izuku had no idea if either of the children resembled his dad.
All Might touched his shoulder. "I won't let you vanish. I promise. That's still just a theory. Outside of movies, I've never heard of anyone disappearing due to time-travel."
Everyone kept trying to reassure him. Izuku needed to slap a brave face on, especially since he was about to see the kids again.
Ms. Sato ushered Hisashi and Yoichi into a bedroom with yellow walls. "Here's where you'll be sleeping!" She spoke in the cheery tone of a former kindergarten teacher. She'd told the brothers that she took in foster children after her retirement because she missed being around young ones. She lived alone since her husband's passing. She had pure white hair tied back into a bun and a wide mouth suited for frequent smiles.
"Thank you so much, ma'am." Hisashi beamed. "It looks wonderful."
Ms. Sato patted him on the head. "Please let me know if you need anything. What would you like for dinner?"
Yoichi jumped up and down. "Katsudon! Katsudon!"
Hisashi chuckled. "That's his favorite. We haven't had it in…a long time. I'm fine with that, too."
Ms. Sato tapped her chin. "I'm all out of breadcrumbs, but I might be able to borrow some from a neighbor. Just wait here, and I'll be back in a flash."
As soon as the door closed, the smile dropped off Hisashi's face. He glared at a desk, a mostly empty bookshelf, a beanie-bag chair, and two futons. "We don't even get real beds." He prodded the bedroll with his toe.
"Better than our last living conditions, big brother." Yoichi pointed at a pile of futons poking out of the closet. "This way, she can easily add another bed if more children show up."
"You mean we might be forced to share with even more brats?" Hisashi recoiled.
"You're a brat too, big brother."
"Nonsense. I was born a hundred years old in terms of cynicism." Hisashi grinned.
"And I'm sure you'll live another hundred years out of spite." Yoichi laughed. He headed straight to the bookshelf to examine the goods. "Aw, why so many educational books? There's a critical lack of comics."
The attic room felt slightly stuffy. Hisashi opened a window. The view showed a small grassy yard with the neighboring house pressed close. The ceiling of the third-story room was pointy and the walls barren. "You'd think someone who can afford a house could also afford to decorate better. I don't see anything worth stealing at all."
Yoichi cast a dirty look over his shoulder.
Hisashi raised his hands. "I'm just thinking ahead in case we end up on the streets again. I won't pawn anything yet."
"See that you don't, big brother. She seems nice."
"You think that about everyone until they stab us in the back." Hisashi rolled his eyes. "You're lucky you have me to look after us."
Yoichi started to reply but it turned into a cough.
Hisashi ran over. He put an arm around his younger brother's back. "Breathe deeply." He rubbed a circle. "At least there's no blood, this time. I'll go see if I can find a cup of water."
With a ripping noise of displaced air, a black portal formed. Both children stared, Hisashi's gaze fascinated and Yoichi's nervous.
A man wearing a black suit stepped out. He had no tie and the top two buttons of his cream dress shirt were unbuttoned. His face was covered by a black mask with a breathing apparatus and tubes that resembled a skull.
"Whoa, what a cool mask," Hisashi breathed.
Coldly, All for One said, "Kurogiri, eliminate anyone else in the house." A man with yellow eyes and shadows for faces inclined his head in acknowledgement, then vanished.
The two children both recoiled at these words. Grabbing his younger brother's hand, Hisashi ran for the door.
They didn't make it far. All for One swooped forward and snatched up Yoichi. The child screamed as his hand was yanked away from his older brother's. The villain held a white cloth soaked in drugs over his mouth, and he went limp.
"Let him go!" Hisashi screamed, drawing back his leg.
The blow never connected. All for One kicked him in the side so hard he fell to the ground and vomited.
Looming over the injured child, the villain's tone was coldly indifferent. "I don't need another me." One arm still held Yoichi. With his other arm, All for One lifted Hisashi up in the air by his neck and squeezed.
A red light danced between them. All for One clenched harder. Hisashi's scream cut off into a sad gurgle.
Yoichi's eyes shot open. He bit down on All for One's arm hard enough to draw blood.
In surprise, the villain dropped Hisashi. Yoichi leapt free. He glanced at his older brother for a moment, just long enough to calculate that Hisashi couldn't run and Yoichi couldn't carry him fast enough. Then, instead of the door, Yoichi ran for the window.
"You held your breath. It's not even as if you haven't used that trick on me before." All for One sounded annoyed at himself for the oversight.
Yoichi flung open the window and leaned out, looking over a three story drop. "For whatever the reason, you want me alive. Let my big brother go, or I'll jump." His eyes blazed with an un-childlike determination. With the blood dripping from his mouth, he looked like a wild animal.
All for One's calm vanished. He raised his hands. "Anything you want. Just step away from the window."
Yoichi's eyes darted around frantically. "Get back, or I'll jump! I'll do it!"
Slowly, All for One stepped backward.
From the floor, Hisashi croaked, "Don't be foolish. Get away from that window. Even if you make him leave, he can easily come back with that portal of his. Don't risk yourself for nothing." His voice held a note of resignation.
"You're right." Yoichi trembled. He coughed. Then his gaze hardened. "You'd better use this chance to run, big brother." He flung himself backward out the window.
Uttering a curse word from a century ago, All for One leapt after him, destroying part of the wall as he exited through the window.
Hisashi leapt to his feet. Clutching his midsection, he staggered over and looked down to see All for One had landed safely on the lawn holding Yoichi. A small sigh of relief passed his lips.
Ignoring the agony from a likely broken rib, Hisashi ran for the stairs. In the kitchen, he snatched a phone off the counter and pressed the button for emergency services. He shrieked into the phone, "Call the police! Call every last one of your heroes! Call the Japanese Defense Force! Some asshole in a skull mask just KIDNAPPED MY BROTHER!"
He dropped the phone without answering any of the questions on the other end. But he left it on so emergency services could trace the call. After picking up a kitchen knife and a fire extinguisher, he ran outside.
"We're almost at the house. I'd better change." All Might swelled up into his muscular form. Winking at Izuku, he said, "They're expecting All Might, not Toshinori Yagi."
The rows of white houses looked nearly identical, all tall and narrow. "Which one is it?" Izuku asked.
All Might glanced at his cell phone. "Uh, I thought it was that house." He pointed a few more houses down. "But I see Ms. Sato over there." He pointed across the street.
"All Might!" Ms. Sato ran over, waving. "I almost missed you. I was just borrowing an ingredient for dinner." She held up a can of breadcrumbs.
"So I was right the first time. That's your house?" All Might gestured.
With a shattering of glass and wood, half a wall on the third story fell in. Unfortunately, Izuku suspected that was an answer to the question.
"The children!" Ms. Sato screamed.
"Fear not, ma'am, I'm here!" All Might whispered to Izuku, "Stay with her and protect her." Then he shot forward in a yellow blur.
"Kurogiri! Where are you?" All for One shouted, not for the first time, his voice increasingly annoyed. He was nearly drowned out by the screaming of the struggling boy he held tightly in his arms. Yoichi tried to bit his captor's ear. All he got was mask, but he kept chewing enthusiastically.
Spray from the fire extinguisher hit All for One's face. As foam obscured the air, an eleven-year-old boy flew at him like a bat out of hell. Hisashi's lips peeled back in a snarl as he stabbed the knife directly at All for One's empty eye socket.
If not for All for One's infrared vision, he wouldn't have noticed the attack in time. As it was, he barely sidestepped the knife. The blade bounced off one of the metal tubes on his mask.
Hisashi landed badly, down on one knee. Keeping Yoichi's face turned away, All for One raised his hand. Spikes shot toward the helpless boy.
Then a muscular man in a red, yellow, and blue costume shot between them and deflected the spikes. "Fear not, for I'm here! Plus Ultra!"
As his world turned black, Hisashi's last thought was how exceptionally stupid those hair tufts looked. He was frankly embarrassed to be rescued by someone with such a lame catchphrase.
Toshinori made a fist. "Release that child, villain—" He stopped. He stared at the face of the villain he'd believed dead. The archnemesis who'd murdered his master. For a moment, his All Might smile slipped. Then a professional mask returned to his face.
No longer bothering with banter, Toshinori went straight for his top priority—rescuing the potential hostage. He slammed into All for One with his enormous body and grabbed for Yoichi, willing to take a few spikes as long as he could protect the boy.
At the same time, Yoichi bit down on All for One's fingers so hard he seemed to be trying to sever them.
The villain cried out and lost control of his spikes. One flew at the child's right eye.
Toshinori reached out to protect Yoichi. Strangely, All for One moved even faster, blocking the spike aimed at the boy with his own arm.
Even as a spike scored a line of blood down his arm, Toshinori saw a window. He grabbed Yoichi and threw him toward his older brother.
All for One screamed, a furious animalistic sound Toshinori had never before heard from the villain's throat. It very nearly terrified him. He summoned all his years of experience as the Symbol of Peace and raised his fists.
The air shrieked as two titans clashed.
Izuku had been ordered to stay with Ms. Sato. But as soon as he saw Hisashi fall to the ground, his instincts screamed to run forward and protect the boy.
Ms. Sato made his choice easy. Crying out Hisashi's name, she ran toward him. Izuku leapt even faster, making sure to between her and the fighting.
Dropping to her knees besides Hisashi, Ms. Sato stroked his hair and whispered, "Stay still, please." Barely conscious, Hisashi thrashed and moaned, trying to rise.
The instant All Might freed Yoichi, Izuku leapt forward to catch the child and place him on the ground. Then he planted his feet between the three civilians and the battle.
Kneeling, Yoichi grabbed his older brother's hand. Hisashi's growling calmed and he finally lay still.
Izuku could barely follow the fight in front of him. All for One's arm had swelling into an unholy, bulging monstrosity. All Might met him blow for blow in a slugfest of superpowers.
According to Izuku's analysis, All Might should have been disadvantaged from trying to avoid collateral damage in a residential area. But as he watched, the villain punched in an uppercut, directed the blast of air from his fist harmlessly upward. Izuku realized, He's trying to avoid hurting the children? He needs them alive. Or at least one of them.
Without looking away, Izuku said to the three behind him. "It's okay. I'm here to protect you." He hoped he sounded even a tiny bit as confident as his mentor. The villain in the black mask gave him a terrible feeling. A sense of danger and death. "Ms. Sato, if you can pick up Hisashi, let's all move backwards as quickly as we can."
The three of them nearly made it to the house. All for One dodged around All Might. His hand aimed for Yoichi.
Every instinct in Izuku's body screamed for him to run. Instead, he leapt in front of the villain.
All for One's hand fasted over his head. The fingers bit into his skin. Blood dripped down his forehead. Izuku had a moment to realize that his skull was about to be crushed like an eggshell. I'm so sorry, Mom.
Then All Might tackled All for One. The force of their clash made the wall rock. From the broken window above, a brick tumbled down, landing a hair away from Yoichi.
All Might froze for fear of bringing the precarious wall down on the civilians. Interestingly, All for One froze, too.
Sirens sounded in the distance. Kurogiri poked his head through a portal, crying, "Master, there are more heroes on the way."
All for One examined the wall as if assessing its stability. Another brick fell. A low growl emerged from between his clenched teeth. He gave his enemies one last sightless stare of hatred. Then the villain vanished into the portal.
"Young Midoriya! You're injured!" All Might screamed, sweeping him into a hug. This came just in time, because Izuku suspected he might be about to fall over.
Sitting on a medical bench in Dr. Garaki's laboratory, All for One examined his mask. He stroked the scar left by Hisashi's knife. If the knife had gone even an inch to the right, it would have penetrated All for One's eye socket and reached his brain, killing him. After over a century fighting heroes, the closest he'd come to death since his battle with All Might had been at the hands of a preteen boy.
All for One sighed and muttered, "This is exactly why I don't need another version of myself running around."
Several of his quirks had gone missing when he'd touched the younger version of himself, too. Odd. He hadn't known about his ability at that age—unless the mortal danger had activated it? Another headache.
Dr. Garaki approached timidly, holding a paper file. "Master, I have the information you requested. It appears the children traveled through time because of a quirk that summons blood relatives. The ability was used on hero student Izuku Midoriya."
All for One choked. "To be clear, you're saying that boy is a distant cousin of theirs?"
"Based on how the ability works, he must be a direct descendant of one of them."
"Impossible. I have no children. And I'm fairly certain my brother didn't either. But that boy's green eyes…they looked just like…" All for One tapped his leg. "My brother wasn't the type for one night stands, but I suppose even self-righteous heroes are only human." He glanced down at his hand, noticing Izuku's blood on the fingertips. "Here." He pulled off his glove and threw it at Dr. Garaki. "Run a DNA test on this blood."
OMAKE TIME!
Omake: If All for One had Successfully Kidnapped His Brother
Yoichi: What happened? Where am I? Where's my big brother?
All for One: I'm here. It's me, Hisashi. My younger self merged with me because my older self still lives in this timeline. Kind of like the movie Back to the Future but in reverse. I still have all my memories but I'm much stronger now, so really, you traded up in the brother department.
Yoichi: You mean my brother will go bald in his old age and I can't even mock him about it? I can still mock you, right? OH MY GOD WHAT IF IT'S GENETIC AND I'LL GO BALD TOO?
#This was All for One's planned story if he'd managed to snatch Yoichi #It might have worked because Yoichi has a high level of trust in his brother at this age #Less certain if that trust would have transferred over to Mr. Potato Head
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Omake: Why Kurogiri Took So Long to Respond to All for One
Kurogiri: I can't disobey orders but I can't find anyone here. Ah-ha! This door is locked. There must be someone inside.
Kurogiri phases into the master bedroom. He finds a bed with two lumps on it. He rips off the covers to find half-naked body pillows of Shouta Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada.
All for One: KUROGIRI GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!
Kurogiri: Experiencing intense emotional fluctuations…System Malfunction…System Malfunction…
#Look, Ms. Sato's husband has been dead for years #She has…needs #She's also a voracious Aizawa/Yamada slash real person fanfiction writer
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Omake: Because Sociopathy
First: Why would you try to kill your own younger self?
All for One: He's too small for me to be interesting in possessing his body. Who wants to go through puberty twice, am I right?
First: …
All for One: Oh, don't give me that look, I'm sure you were thinking about doing that to your younger self too.
First: I MOST CERTAINLY WAS NOT, YOU RAGING NUTBJOB. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?
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Omake: After the DNA Test
Dr. Garaki: Congratulations, it's a boy.
All for One: Urk! (Falls over dead from a heart attack.)
Author: (Toeing the corpse) I guess this story will just be a twoshot. Sorry, readers.
Author's Note: Inko knows a fair bit more than she's saying, while All for One knows less than he usually does in a Dad for One story. He definitely didn't know Izuku was his son while trying to rip his head off. He's about to have many regrets about that and a burning need to build a larger vault. FYI: Izuku having a memory of his father and All for One saying he never had a child is NOT a typo, but rather something that will be explained later.
The wonderful fruitloop-chan drew a lovely picture of little Hisashi attempting to stab All for One. The motion on little Hisashi looks wonderful, as if he's flying through the air. I love the contrast between this and picture in chapter one. All for One is getting along much less well with the children compared to the All Might. It's painfully obvious who is Best Dad. Delete the spaces to get the link:
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